║ sixty-eighth stanza ║ video

[mumbled_truth]

[Hello, City. Here's Todd Anderson, looking just a bit less modest than usual. Surprise - the few years he's been in the City mean he's old enough to grow a little bit of facial fuzz (and maybe the curse is helping). His hair has also grown out a bit, and while he generally keeps it neat... today it's not. In fact, he looks like a lot like this, just a bit younger.]

Well, you do know what they say.

[His outfit, by the way, is a white button-down shirt he's neglected to button the top few buttons on, and a very nicely tailored pair of black pants with light pinstriping.]

It's the quiet ones you have to look out for.

[He smirks, winks, and cuts the feed. This boy is hitting the town. Yeah, he'll hate this tomorrow.]


[ooc: Slightly placeholderish for curse purposes! Will be getting this and also all my old tags & also ilu ♥]

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action, because aw yeah.

[mumbled_truth]

[He watches Neil from his position, with a grin that is perhaps just visible from that vantage point. After a moment, he arches a brow and shifts, moving his mouth back up along Neil's neck, then bringing their lips back together again. He presses into the kiss, shifting the hand from Neil's neck to bury itself in dark hair.

At the same time, he pulls at Neil with the arm that remains about his waist, hand pressed against the small of the other boy's back. His intended destination is obvious: off the wall and towards the bed.]

action, because aw yeah.

[had_not_lived]

[Neil pushes back, leaning into that kiss at least as eagerly as Todd, slipping his arms down, draping one loosely around the other boy's neck, the other hand on his hip, fingers curling under his waistband to tug lightly; not resisting the movement but pulling back to tease, to keep a little tension between them.

Towards the bed is exactly where he wants to go, and he'll be happy to tumble onto it.]

action, because aw yeah.

[mumbled_truth]

[Todd does press forward at Neil's tug, clearly more than he needs to, with an amused murmur before pulling back at him, guiding him toward that bed they're both so willing to reach. He does pause to kick the door shut behind them, at least.

He doesn't break off the kiss or move his hands from their present locations. His fingers are certainly moving, however, simultaneously working their way under Neil's shirt on his back and fussing at the hair along the base of his skull.]

action, because aw yeah.

[had_not_lived]

[Risking an awkward tangle of limbs, Neil shifts his hand to Todd's chest, trying to undo some of the buttons the other boy did bother with. It's difficult in close quarters, not least of which because he doesn't want to pull away even a little to make space to move in.

Honestly even he's a little surprised by this fervor-- not that it's abnormal, obviously, just... exceptionally intense.]

action, because aw yeah.

[mumbled_truth]

[He's as eager to have those buttons undone as Neil is to undo them, though his newfound exhibitionism is clearly not all that's at play there. He shifts just a bit as Neil's fingers grasp at each button, slightly moving his torso - but not his hips - to accommodate the other boy's movements.

Though it's not coming all the way off yet - not with his arms still occupied the way they are. The hand under Neil's shirt keeps creeping up his back, fingertips brushing against his spine, and the one on his neck is tangling itself in hair, all as Todd seems to be trying his best to find some way to make the kiss deeper and more passionate.

Right up until they reach the edge of the bed.]

action, because aw yeah.

[had_not_lived]

[Backed carefully up to the bed he lets himself sink slowly onto it, legs splaying a bit as he pulls Todd down along with him, probably on top of him if the other boy overbalances but again, Neil doesn't care. Making short work of the few buttons he runs his fingers down and up the bared skin, then presses his palm briefly on Todd's stomach, turning his wrist smoothly so his fingers stretch downward. Deliberately slow he keeps sliding that hand down, shamelessly slipping one fingertip after another below the other boy's waistband.]