Not So Sticky Fingers[m]

[Draconian]

Bifrost gave a strangled moan when he was told to just feel. Though his eyes went wide and he stared at Kirkley, rolling his hips against the mans fingers. He swallowed his moans, mouth open before he chewed on his lip.

"You're gonna make me scream?" He panted, hands digging into flesh, hissing when Kirkley sucked on his neck. That would last days. The sting remained and it made his chest tingle, another eager roll into Kirkley and he sucked his lip into his mouth to muffle the moan.

The amount of attention had him panting, his fingers dug into the back of Kirkleys hair to hold him closer. A whimper when he licked his chest and blew on it. Bifrost pulled away slightly with a gasp, fingers digging in.

Then he just felt.

"Kirkley," he breathed out, tipping his head back with a choking sob. Bifrost wasnt one to let go and just feel. The odd one out. The one that was different. It was... Nice. To be around different and Bifrost found himself grinding down eagerly, pulling Kirkleys face to his to press eager kisses to his chin and lips.

A good grind down and he gave a startled yelp, fingers digging into his back. "Fuck," he grunted, "Right there," he panted, head tipping back, fingers clenching in with each grind down. "Kirkley," another needy moan, "I'm gonna go crazy if you don't do something else."

[Cheesigator]

The moans, the squirms, the desperate looks on Bifrost's face, it all made Kirkley's blood boil. He responded to every kiss, his skin burning where the thief dug in with his fingernails, leaving marks that would probably last a day or two at the very least, something he was completely fine with.

Bifrost tilted his head back and Kirkley nibbled at the underside of his chin and jawline, biting and sucking where his throat connected with his jaws, leaving yet another mark that would blatantly whore attention from anyone who happened to notice it later.

The yelp at first made him think he'd hurt the man, but that worry was quickly satiated when Bifrost started grinding harder against his hand, desperately wanting more and telling him so. It was that right there that he'd been waiting for, that confirmation that his fingers had gone as far as they could, that it was less likely (though still possible) he'd hurt the other if he got too ahead of himself.

He slid his fingers out, sitting back on his knees as he grabbed Bifrost's thighs and with one pull slid him up onto Kirkley's lap to easier adjust. He used the position to his advantage, situation himself with the tip of his length resting against the man's entrance, so when he leaned forward to keep Bifrost pinned to the ground, it was easier to guide himself inside. It was definitely a tight fit, it squeezed him just enough to send waves of pleasure, warm and tingly all over his body.

Kirkley slid one arm underneath Bifrost's neck, dispersing his weight between his knees and forearm, while his free hand grabbed onto his thief's hip, sinking himself deeper into the other, nice and slow for the both of them to adjust.

He let out a growl, starting to move his hips as he stole another passionate, open-mouthed kiss. He felt like his mind was going haywire, and it made it increasingly difficult to maintain focus and not just annihilate the poor man right here and now. With every push and pull it only felt better, making him groan and bury his face into the side of Bifrost's neck, the hand under the thief finding some dark green hair to curl into his fist and tug on, already starting to speed up the pace a little without even consciously realizing it.

[Draconian]

The rocks on the ground scraped at his back when he was pulled forward, though it did little to wane his interest. Was this normal? Bifrost's blood was heated and he moved his hand to Kirkley's arm, feeling his hand holding his hip. The world didn't exist past the beast of a man and he relished in the stinging sensation left from the hickeys - though Future Bifrost won't be too happy about them, Current Bifrost loved it.

When he began his grand entrance, Bifrost's breath sucked in and he gave his hips a little shift of discomfort. Fingers digging in, no doubt leaving little crescent shaped indents on Kirkley's skin. Finally, when he was fully seated he let out a helpless little moan, taking the kiss with vigor, returning his own, biting his lips. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute and he rolled his hip into Kirkley's movement, desperate for the attention.

"Fuck," He whimpered, head falling back with a moan, "I think I feel you in my throat," There was an accusing look to the dark man, though it quickly dissolved into helpless pleasure. If there had to be one thing said about terrible ideas when it came to when and where and with who to have sex with, this was the best worst decision of his life. Bifrost brought his free hand up to swipe his tongue on it before he grabbed his own dick, figuring that, no, Kirkley probably wouldn't mind if he tried to get himself off.

Just feel. Bifrost moved his hand from Kirkley's arm and curled it around his lovers neck, pressing his mouth to his ear so that each grunt, groan and whimper was close enough to feel the breath that carried them. Just as eager as Kirkley, it seemed, Bifrost rocked into each movement, breath hitching with each little knock forward. While his teeth were no where near as impressive as Kirkleys, he pulled his earlobe between his teeth  and bit gently. "I thought you were gonna make me scream, KittyCat," His voice was husky and his eyes were bright, a devilish smirk on his lips - though he was flushed to high heaven and by the end of this he'd probably really need to brush his hair.

[Cheesigator]

The comment Bifrost made created a wave of heat that surged up through Kirkley's body, as it was a rather scandalous thought. But the little glare he got afterwards just made him grin, finding it hard to hold back a snicker, because it was nothing short of adorable. This man was the perfect mixture of seductive and cute, and Kirkley honestly adored it.

Of course he didn't mind if Bifrost helped himself, as his own hands were currently preoccupied with keeping them supported.

He felt the breath of the other man, heated against his ear, and he heard every slight little sound until the man bit and tugged on him, daring him, challenging him.

Fine, if that was how he wanted to play it, that's what he would get. Kirkley wasn't going to be nice anymore--he'd asked for it, and now there was no way Kirkley could keep holding back. (Though one should commend him for the good job he'd been doing, Bifrost's ass could have been thoroughly wrecked several minutes ago.)

His response was simple; he pulled almost all the way out, and slammed back inside the man nice and hard, and then he kept that pace immediately afterwards. Rough and quick, his grip tightened on the man's hip, fingertips digging deeper into light tan skin. He found his way to the man's neck and bit down and held there, not drawing blood, but also holding him still, because if he moved too much then they might lose their current position, and Kirkley did not want this to be interrupted.

Every one of his own growls and groans was muffled against the other man's skin, and he found himself moving harder and faster by nature, the pleasure making his head foggy, and it took everything he had just to maintain his focus. Because now he only had one other goal, besides making him scream: Find his sweet spot and make him scream even louder. He didn't want Bifrost to have a voice anymore after he was done with him, and he was going to do his damnedest to make sure that that happened.

[Draconian]

At first, Bifrost was worried he'd done something wrong. Kirkley was pulling away, which was never a good thing when it came to lovers.  Then, he didn't pull away and decided, no, he'd like back quite suddenly. The move in had him grunt, his fingers digging into his skin with a whiny moan, eyes squeezed tight. It wasn't really intense until the bite and Bifrost gave an alarmed cry. There was a few moments with the change of pace where he wasn't really sure about what he should be doing.

Then the angle was perfect and the air was perfect and Kirkley was perfect.

"Kir--" He grunted out, his one arm still looped around Kirkley's neck, nails dragging across flesh while his other hand moved from his dick to squeeze Kirkley's bicep to stay steady and perhaps a little more grounded. Bifrost's hair was going to be a hot tangled mess. A light sheen of sweat was on his brow, his hair stuck to his shoulders. Each slam forward earned Kirkley a moan until Bifrost wiggled just a little bit.

The next movement forward earned a started pleased cry to the skies and more finger nails digging into his flesh. Bifrost turned his face into Kirkley's hair when he gained enough of himself to hear his heated cries echo back to him from the surrounding area. He couldn't make noises besides hitched breaths and cries that were forcefully pushed out of him. Was this normal? Bifrost ground himself as close to Kirkley as he could, begging for more that he was sure Kirkley would be more than happy to give.

Bifrost bit his lip, voice a grunt and he moved his hand back down between his legs eagerly. Lost to the pleasures that his beast man offered him. Bifrost wasn't thinking about what he looked like to Kirkley, wasn't concerned about what an image he'd present for himself. No, instead, he eagerly moved his hand over his dick because he was going to explode if he didn't. Another garbled version of Kirkley's name and he let his head fall back, mouth open and panting heavily. "I-," He panted, swallowing to wet his tongue so he could talk, "I'm gonna-" He panted and lifted his head, giving the top of Kirkley's head a pleading needy look while he tried to get himself off.

[Cheesigator]

As Bifrost let out his first loud cry, a flock of birds took off from the trees at the sudden loud noise, not that Kirkley noticed; the only things he could wrap his head around was 1) Fuck he feels so good and 2) the concept not-so easily put into any eloquent sentence, so the only way to describe it was via simplest option: MINE.

With every loud cry that was dragged from Bifrost's lips, Kirkley tightened his grip just a little bit, slammed into him just a little bit harder. Sounds were escaping Kirkley now as well, groans and audible, open-mouthed panting. While his thief had a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, Kirkley was definitely the worse for the wear--his muscles were slick with it, glistening in the sun. His body temperature was on fire, and it felt like the only way to make it better was to keep doing what they were doing. They were climbing up to their ecstasy together and they were long past the point of changing their minds and wanting to turn back.

His breaths were hot against the skin of Bifrost's neck, and as the other man tried desperately to choke out words, Kirkley tried his best to do the same.

"Fuck--" He growled, feeling himself so dangerously close to the edge he could almost taste it in the back of his throat. "Bifrost," It came out as a growl, and he leaned up just enough to press his lips against the other's ear, growling even lower, the rumble purring through his chest.

"Come for me."

He used his grip on the thief's hips to help pull the man down against him, to meet every thrust, pleasure racing like lightning bolts throughout his body and starting to gather, he was so close, all it would take was the tightening of Bifrost's muscles and he'd reach his peak.

[Draconian]

The first words in a while - though a simple curse - was the beginning of the end. Or the grand finale. Bifrost was a whimpering tense mess, his hand moving vigorously to catch his peak. Thoughts were a far away concept because there was only here and now. Those two places ended up as a giant dark skinned man, chewing on his neck and giving probably the best dicking he'd ever gotten in his life.

Well, considering the only other time he'd gotten a dicking was fairly drunk curiosity that just ended awkwardly for everyone. Bifrost was glad he'd never seen that particular gentleman again.

Still, with each little movement he was nudged towards his peak. Each little movement had his nails digging into Kirkley's back and he wasn't sure if that was sweat or blood at his finger tips. Then Kirkley growled three magic little words, a demand that tugged at his core and he gave a whimper, rocked himself harder.

Bifrost got greedy.

One last heated gasp, one last jerk of his wrist and he came. He pressed his face to the side of Kirkley's head with another low moan, his toes curled - when had he managed to take off his boots? - but then that thought wasn't important at all because his come splattered against Kirkley's chest. Each final movement of his hand was accompanied by a whimpering grunt and then he moved his hand from his dick to curl around to meet with the other because everything was weak and made of bendy branches.

Head still tipped back, panting heavily, he held his arms around Kirkley's neck, eyes slipping closed to block out the sun before he turned his face back and nuzzled at his ear, breaths still hot.  Giving last little movements of his hips to help his beastly lover along before he pressed lazy kisses to his cheek, jaw and ear.

Definitely the best worst choice he'd ever made in his life, Bifrost decided. Maybe such a good bad decision he should do it again some day. He'd have to get himself a carrier pigeon though, set up a sexy rendezvous like - by that burning breakfast - or perhaps - pretty sure one of their pants was on fire.

Not that Bifrost cared.

What was a pair of singed pants between two satiated men?   

[Cheesigator]

Luckily, Kirkley wasn't at all too far behind the other man in terms of finishing. It was just what he had needed; Bifrost came and his whole body tensed, squeezing down on Kirkley and pulling a moan from the bigger man's lips. He put more effort into those last few thrusts than he had any of the others, helping the thief ride out his orgasm as much as it helped his own along.

The two of them were left gasping together, fingers digging into skin and lungs short of air. For a few moments Kirkley's vision was nothing but static, and his ears were ringing, if only just slightly.

The kisses he felt around his face slowly pulled him back to the present, his mind spinning in a whirlwind haze of the aftermath of pleasure. His breaths were labored and it took a moment to get his eye to focus; he saw the sweaty, gorgeous body of Bifrost underneath him, and another glance down had him raising his eyebrows at the mess that was currently splattered all over his chest.

He wanted to make a snide remark about Bifrost having shit aiming skills, but that had been the last thing on either of their minds, so his response was simply to lean back a little bit, letting go of the thief to wipe the cum off of his chest, licking some of it off his fingers before drying the rest of his hand off in the grass. Yeah, very salty. Not something he wanted first thing in the morning.

He sat back lazily on his heels, slowly pulling himself out of the other man and wincing a little as he noticed the mess he'd made himself; well, an eye for an eye it looked like. Bifrost was gonna have an awkward time walking anywhere for a while. He dragged his gaze up the thief's body, eyes lingering on his chest, panting heavy with exhaustion, his blissful face, and stringy, messy hair.

The smell of something burning finally caught his attention and he looked over, staring for a moment before reacting by quickly swiping them out of the fire and covering the flames with his hands; they singed and burned but at this point they were so scarred that he honestly didn't feel much of the pain. He held them up for Bifrost to see--they were the thief's pants.

"Looks like I get to enjoy looking at that nice ass of yours for a little bit longer." He teased, before tossing the pants by Bifrost's head and leaning down to plant kisses all over the man's body, from his hips up his torso to his cheek and then finally his lips.

He opened his mouth to say something, but caught himself right before he said it, the air still in his throat. He froze for a moment, staring at Bifrost and yet not seeing him, before he snapped himself out of it and gave the man one last kiss before getting up and tending to the fire before it got too much out of control.

He'd almost said I love you.

It was one of those things that was kind of just... One of those knee-jerk reactions. He hadn't even thought about it, hadn't even registered who he was speaking to. And yet the thought tormented him; why? Why had he almost said that?

He found his pants and tugged them on, returning to Bifrost's side in case he needed any assistance getting back up.

"Enjoyed yourself?" He asked with a smirk, in an attempt to distract himself from what had almost just happened.

[Draconian]

Bifrost had fleetingly forgot just how messy and gross sex was. The thoughts had drifted away long enough to get started but he remembered the few seconds after he felt Kirkley finish inside him. Still, once reality came crawling back, he sprawled out on the dirt below and panted.

Bifrost felt wrung out. Everything throbbed in a good way, even his eyes when they were closed. It was a blissful few moments and he cracked an eye open to look up at the other man in time to catch him tasting his... Bifrosts eyebrows lifted up and he blinked owlishly.

Weird guy.

Then the eyes were closed again, wincing when Kirkley pulled away. A little gasp, a fleeting moan. Some primal part of him wanted to sit up, curl his arms around Kirkley and beg him to just stay. Just a little longer. A few more minutes... Instead, Bifrost curled his hand on his chest and let Kirkley leave, though he didnt go for being decent and close his legs.

Bifrost must have passed out for a few seconds because all of a sudden the scent of burning and a loud thump of pants beside his head caused his eyes to snap open. "Enjoy...?" Bifrost sat up on weak elbowed arms and looked down at his pants.

Then at himself.

The light sheen of sweat on his back did little more than let the fine dirt coat it. He gathered his hair over his shoulder and frowned at the tangled green mess. A grumpy look, he eyed Kirkley's chest and licked his lips before he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed before he rolled onto his hands and knees.

He could get up. He believed in himself. His well fucked body on shaky knees, not so much. Bifrost eventually managed to climb to his feet - without help, thank you, a man had his pride. "You can enjoy my ass whenever you like," he blurted out, looking a little confuses as to why he said it, though he turned around and presented his back.

"After you take care of this," he jerked his thumb to his back, "my hair's a mess. My back's dirty, now my thighs are wet. You some sort of incubus? Because I've never done anything like that in my life," he glanced over his shoulder before crossing his arms over his chest.

Still grumpy.

Still very naked.

[Cheesigator]

It seemed as though Bifrost was still pretty out of it (who could blame the guy) and Kirkley lamented that perhaps he should have lied there with him for a few moments more and enjoyed the closeness that they shared, because now there was a high chance the two of them would go back to just being acquaintances again once they were cleaned up and all was said and done. A pang of loneliness made his chest sting as he thought of that, but he shooed the though away in favor of keeping a careful eye on the man as he tried to get up.

The thief was too proud to accept help, so instead he just stood close by in case he started to fall and would need someone to catch him, but that wasn't the case as he just started to gripe about how dirty he was instead.

Kirkley snorted, a smirk on his face as he scooped up Bifrost's hair, slowly prying it from where it had stuck to the man's sweaty shoulders and back. "No, I'm no incubus. I wasn't joking when I said you'd have just as much luck figuring me out as I do, because I don't know what I am." Just older than dirt, is all. Possibly.

He ran his fingers through the ends of Bifrost's hair, trying to work out the tangles as gently, yet quickly, as he could, working his way up through the long, dark green locks. That was one thing he was grateful of his braids for, he didn't need to worry about this.

"Either way, we're both going to need a bath." He said, glancing at Bifrost over the thief's shoulder. "Which means you have to get to water, somehow."

He made a pointed glance towards the man's legs, shaking like a newborn calf. He wasn't gonna get very far on those.

[Draconian]

"Well," Bifrost started, surprised at how quickly and without fuss Kirkley started to work on his tangled hair, "My bet is gonna just be on 'Kitty Beast'," a nod and he closed his eyes and sighed. It was odd. Bifrost flushed again at the mention of needing a bath.

No kidding.

He turned to look at Kirkley over his shoulder and gave into impulse.

Chances of seeing the guy again were slim to none, right? Why bother with the Connlaoth ideals. Kirkley didn't care. Bifrost cared a little but... it was thrown to the wind when the green haired elfy-kinda-guy turned around, looped his arms around Kirkley's neck and pressed one last - or what he figured would be last - kiss to his lips.

"You're gonna help me put my pants on," He stated, voice husky, "and then you're gonna carry me to a stream or something because if I try to walk I'm gonna fall on my ass." He pulled away then, hands still on Kirkley's shoulders, eyes droopy from being played like a fine instrument.

A bit of a screamy out of tune instrument but still, Kirkley seemed to have liked the song.

[Cheesigator]

Alright, Kirkley could live with that. He nodded, smiling as Bifrost relaxed a little while he worked at the man's hair. That would also save Kirkley the effort of getting dressed now and undressed again later, but Bifrost would have to carry his bag.

He opened his mouth to say so when he caught the elf-eared thief looking at him over his shoulder. He paused, raising his eyebrows, but before he could ask what he was thinking, arms were looped around his neck and lips were on his own. He tasted salty with sweat, but he also had that indescribable taste that was so specific to Bifrost, and Kirkley really loved it. He returned the kiss after a fraction of a second caught up in surprise, letting his hands rest on the man's hips.

He let out a light laugh as Bifrost broke the kiss to talk. "Alright, alright."

He kept an arm out for Bifrost to hold onto to steady himself, while in the meantime he scooped up the man's pants off the ground to help him step into them, and then gathered the rest of their clothes and threw them into his own bag, handing it to the thief for safekeeping, noting in the back of his mind how oddly backwards that was.

He took a few steps back, giving himself the proper space as he started to change. It was over in a matter of mere seconds, but it was always painful (particularly now with his muscles tired from their little adventure this morning) and sounded horrible. While he was used to it, he didn't really envy Bifrost much for having to watch it. He had no idea what it looked like, come to think of it.

He shook his head once he was a beast again, ears flicking this way and that as he readjusted to his new form, padding over to the thief and laying down so the man would have an easier time climbing on him--he just hoped he would be able to stay on.

Once all passengers had boarded he rose to his paws, sniffing the air but finding no definable scents of running water. He thought for a moment, tail lazily swishing this way and that, trying to remember if he'd come across any the previous night. Indeed he had, and so he set off in that general direction, keeping it to a walk for now so he didn't jostle around his precious cargo too much.

[Draconian]

Well shit.

That worked.

Bifrost was impressed with his golden tongue. Once the kiss was finished and Kirkley pulled away, it was with no little amount of horror that he watched his new... Friend? Change into a beast. It was different seeing it in the light and his gut clenched.

That must hurt. Bifrost felt guilty then, watching Kirkley come closer. Bifrost hesitated, the beast was huge and scary looking, sure the guy that had turned into it just gave him probably the best sex of his life - he'd have to do it again to be sure, obviously - but...

Carefullt he drew his fingers over Kirkley's head, trailing to the tip of an ear before he managed to get himself onto the beasts back. "You're just impress everywhere, aren't you?" He breathed, snuggling down into the strange fur. He still smelled the same, so he closed his eyes and sighed before he cracked a smile and nuzzled into the fur.

"Thanks, KittyKirk," he breathed before sitting up, "I figured you for a pump'n'dump but you're all treating me like a refined lady." Except for all the ways he wasnt being treated like a refined lady, which was fine in his books.

[Cheesigator]

Kirkley let out an audible disgruntled snort at the comment of him being a pump'n'dump. So rude. But he couldn't blame him; that's how most men seemed to be when it came to sleeping with each other. Kirkley couldn't give half a damn--he was a giant catdog for fuck's sake.

Into the forest they went, birds chirping and the sunlight bright, what little of it broke through the foliage anyways. It was close to early afternoon now, the height of the day.

Kirkley nosed his way through bushes and branches, leaving the beaten path once he picked up his own scent from yesterday, following it for a while before the sound and scent of a small stream hit him; he picked up the pace to a half-trot, half-lope, his lips parted and tongue lolling out as they came to the water. He stuck his muzzle in and drank, laying down so Bifrost could exit.

Once he was done, he lifted his head and stretched, a lazy yawn escaping wide jaws that were so easily capable of breaking bones. Mid-stretch he changed back, and he sat back on his heels, standing and stretching his arms up in the air to the skies above.

He looked over at Bifrost with a lazy smirk. "Need help?" Getting undressed, washing up, really anything... Now he was just looking for an excuse to get his hands back on the other man.

[Draconian]

Bifrost was in a hurry to get off.

He rolled off of the laying down Kirkkitty and stood on wobbly legs, still impressed with the state of his being. It was just sex, right? Why were his legs so damn wobbly still? He was seated and actively kicking off his pants with his legs - sighing when he spotted one leg was shorter than the other on account of having been on fire. Passively and curiously he watched the beast become a man again.

If anything it was a neat trick.

The first things out of his mouth caught him off guard and he just blinked up at him before smirking. "Me?" He replied because, you know, who else would he be talking to? Bifrost cleared his throat after his little school girl disbelief before he stood up, managing to at least do that just fine before he went about undoing and removing his pants.

"I ... uh," He eyed Kirkley's shoulder, his eyebrows snapped up, "I made you bleed," Bifrost sounded equal parts sorry and impressed with himself. "But yeah, I... Could you help me with my back in a bit?" He stood naked for a few moments before wandering to into the water and sitting down in it with a sigh and, casting one lingering glance over his shoulder went about cleaning what he could.

"You know, next time," He started, blowing out a breath and washing his bits and trying to remove the impressive ... gift... Kirkley left him when they hit their peak together, "Could you just... Finish like... On my chest or something? Maybe my back?" Bifrost hadn't realized he said 'next time' but he grunted slightly, made a face and moved his hand a little and was thankful for being in water. "gross, Kirk," He said accusingly and sticking out his tongue in the giant mans general direction.

Deciding his lower bits were sufficiently cleaned, or least wiped off since he had no soap, he leaned forward, "Okay! Wash my back," He demanded before he paused, "Please."

[Cheesigator]

Kirkley only spared a quick glance at his shoulder when Bifrost made the comment about it; so he had. He didn't particularly care one way or another. If the scars all over his body, along with his one blind eye, were anything to judge by then no, he'd had far worse.

He watched for a moment, standing on the bank of the stream with eyebrows raised in amusement as Bifrost made a face while washing himself.

"No promises."

He smirked, and at the invitation of the other he slid into the water, holding his breath and ducking under for a few moments before coming back up. He flung his hair back out of his face in the same movement, a spray of water droplets arcing through the air and splashing back down into the water. He wiped the excess out of his eyes and shook his head a little, before coming over and sliding up behind Bifrost with an evil little smile.

His hands found the thief's hips and slid down to grope his ass before coming up and actually doing what he'd been asked to, which was helping the poor man get all the dirt from his back.

"So you definitely mentioned a 'next time' in there." He said, sweeping some of Bifrost's hair aside to press a kiss at the base of the man's neck, just behind his left ear. "Glad you liked it so much."

[Draconian]

Definitely had to be an incubus.

Bifrost sucked in a breath and wanted to lean back. Actually, he wanted to learn forward but that one round had been more than enough for one day.  Or at least his ass thought so. He'd never admit it but it still throbbed in a weird way and he shifted his stance when he felt hands on his ass, giving a little sigh and letting his head tilt back.

Oooh, called out.

A little shiver ran over him and he let his head tilt forward. Like a disappointing bobble head. Bifrost sighed and glanced over his shoulder, feeling himself turn several shades of red and he resisted the urge to push Kirkley away in ... Shame? Embarassment? Bifrost licked his lips and turned around before dunking his head in the water and rising back up out of it like some strange pointy eared creature with kelp on their head.

Bifrost reached forward to press a hand to Kirkley's hip, a tilt of his head and a challenging look. "Oh? And you didn't?" He scraped his nails down his hip to his thigh and pulled his hand back and took a step away, "So," He folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head, "Does that count as payback?" He buffed his nails against his chest and examined them closely, trying to look disinterested, "Lives are worth a lot and that was just one bout, I mean, I wouldn't be that expensive if you know what I mean."

Clearly, Bifrost was the king of 'I'd enjoy it if we did it again but I'm not actually about to admit it except to maybe to squeeze a few more rounds out of you at a future date.' He paused and tried not to smile, eyeing his pants, "Maybe without the pants fire."

[Cheesigator]

The game played between the two of them was quickly returning to some of the playful banter they'd volleyed back and forth the previous night, and Kirkley found it honestly quite enjoyable. It was the kind of conversation that you could only have with certain people, that had to mesh in just such a certain way in order for it to truly work. Those personalities that melded so well with your own were so hard to find, he had the feeling he'd only found a couple in his long lifetime, and for some reason, he couldn't remember any of them...

He watched, entranced as Bifrost came back up from the water, droplets rolling down his light tan skin, over collarbone and shoulders, down chest and biceps. He caught himself staring, and snapped himself out of it enough to be able to listen to what the other was saying.

Kirkley flicked his gaze back up to meet Bifrost's, a wicked smile blooming on his face.

"Oh, no, that wasn't nearly enough to pay back what you owe." He said, his teeth showing in his feral grin. "I enjoy you far too much to just let you go that easily."

To be honest, he had been operating on the idea that, once Bifrost was reunited with his brothers, that would be the end of it--they would go their separate ways, because he figured that was what the elf-eared man would have wanted. But clearly, as demonstrated by the man's latest statement, that most certainly was not the case. And Kirkley was more than willing to agree to that.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them and sliding his arms around Bifrost's lower back, pulling them flush against each other and smirking down at him. "Don't worry, I'm far from boring--I don't always like to be the one in control."

He leaned down and pressed another kiss to Bifrost's lips, but this time it was softer, more gentle, more tender. If he was given the option to just stay here like this with Bifrost for the rest of eternity, he might just have accepted. The level of peace and calm generated by the two of them felt so good, it could have put him to sleep if he let it. It wasn't something he got to experience very often in his life.

[Draconian]

The original idea was to meet up with his brothers, introduce everyone and then invite Kirkley to... Wander with them. The dude was alone. They were a kind of pack. If Kirkley wanted to leave that was cool. They'd have to keep their unconventional relationship a secret from the boys but... That was okay, right? Bifrost wasn't really worried, they knew he was weird so... So what if fucking dudes was added to the 'Why Bifrost is weird list?'

A heated gasp and he pressed into the touch, leaned into the gentle sweet kiss.

Bifrosts eyes fell closed and he moved his hands to Kirkley's waist and gently squeezed, grinding into him. "Well," Bifrost murmured against his lips, "I look forward to getting you onto your knees," He teased before pulling away, taking a few steps back to actually bathe, he stuck his tongue out at the beast man before he scratched at the dirt that stuck to him gently. Impressed at the finger shaped bruises that were slowly showing up on his hip and he finger combed his hair.

This way.

It was like a whisper on the wind and Bifrost jerked his head in the direction he heard it, looking around confused. It was a soft gentle voice. Sweet. Soothing in a way and he ignored it and returned back to his hair, pulling it into it's long braid and tying off the end. Deciding he was quite washed, or as washed as he was going to get, he shuffled his way back to shore.

Here.

Another whisper, another alarmed look around to the trees.

Then he felt it. Like his heart had been ripped from his chest. Tears flooded his eyes and he fell to his knees at the short with a wet surprised gasp. An alarmed look to Kirkley and he pressed his fist to his chest, confusion was high on the list of things he was feeling. Why was he suddenly so sad? "Kirkley?" He asked, confused, was this him? Maybe not an incubus but something?

This way.

It was more urgent and Bifrost tore through the bag looking for his clothes, tugging on his burned pants, his boots, his shirt. Throwing his bandanna on but leaving his coat with Kirkley's things, another alarmed look around, wiping at his eyes in panic and fear. A swallow and he shook his head. Here. Again, Bifrost opened his mouth and he just stared for a moment, white as a sheet, "Do you hear that?" he finally whispered, looking around, taking a few steps back towards the voices.

They were coming from everywhere, it seemed, but it felt right to go this way.

"I..." He started, taking a few steps back, "I have to go," He said urgently, voice oddly soft before he ran.

Bifrost ran. Followed the this way and the here's. "Brendan!" He yelled into the forest, chest throbbing with feeling so empty, "Bart!" Another scream for his brothers, he didn't know but... He felt it. Felt something wrong with the trees. Felt something different with the forest. They were urging him this way and he was compelled to follow, "Badden!" He yelled again, voice echoing, birds flying. A few of the smaller wild animals were chasing him through the forest, or were they running with him. He didn't notice. Or care.

It wasn't until there was one last gut wrenching tug at his chest that he stopped dead and fell to his knees, panting heavily, fingers digging into the moss on the tree trunk before he lowered his head to the ground, pressing his forehead to the moss. His hands moved to cover his ears and he screamed until he went hoarse. What was going on? Why was this happening?

[Cheesigator]

The words sent a new shiver up Kirkley's spine, but Bifrost pulled away from him before he could make another attempt at a bad good decision. He let out a soft snort, deciding it best to let it slide for now, as he too started to actually bathe.

The sound of loud splashing caught his attention though, and he turned to see Bifrost already getting out of the water and onto dry land.

"Bifrost?"

Suddenly the thief was on his hands and knees, and Kirkley's heart skipped a beat. No.

He quickly started towards the shore. Something's not right.

As he got onto the land and ran up to the man, he saw the tears, and Bifrost asked him in confusion if he heard something, bewildered and looking around like some sort of panicked animal.

"Heard what? I don't--" Suddenly clothes were being thrown on and Bifrost was running, shouting that he needed to leave. What? "Bifrost--wait!"

Finding his attempts to talk to the other man were in vain, he quickly threw on his boots and pants, grabbed his bag and his companion's coat and tore off through the forest after him. They were separated by foliage; he heard the crashing of leaves and branches, and the frantic yelling of words.. Names? His heart was hammering in his chest; whatever was happening, it had ruined their morning, and made Bifrost completely different from how he had seemed so far--was this normal? Something inside of him highly doubted it.

Animals scattered around him, and finally Kirkley caught up to him, almost by completely tripping over him. He stopped just shy of the man, finding him on the ground. He instantly dropped to his knees, gently placing his hands on the other's shoulders and pulling him close.

"Bifrost, hey, hold on a second--" He started to ask, when a gentle breeze drew his attention. It rustled the leaves, nice and chillingly cool for an otherwise warm, sunny day. It brought with it the faintest scent that perhaps only Kirkley might pick up on, and it was one he was far too familiar with--blood.

Every muscle in his body tensed; he suddenly became hyper aware of the situation, now that he wasn't just focused on Bifrost. Something was definitely not right--not just with Bifrost, but the whole forest. It was almost like the trees were whispering, talking to each other through the rustling of their leaves and the mad flapping of bird wings. It chilled him to the core and made his heart drop into his stomach. Instinctively, he started growling, the low, dog-like noise carnal in sound and rising up from the pit of his chest.

Everything in his heart, body and soul was telling him to protect Bifrost at all costs, and he followed that instinct without question.

"Stay." He growled to the man, drawing his knife from his bag and advancing forward, keeping his ears peeled for the slightest wrong sound--a trap? Could it be hunters, who saw him as a beast and were after him? If that was the case, they would have no trouble killing Bifrost regardless of what he actually was--any person caught with a supposed werewolf would be assumed to be one as well. There could be hunters circling around them at any moment, and if he didn't hear it Bifrost almost certainly wouldn't.

The smell of fresh blood grew stronger, as well as the scent of human men; it wrenched at his gut and made his anxiety spike more with every step. Finally, he breached a small clearing and saw before him an utter massacre.

Three young, blonde-haired men, practically butchered, were sprawled across the ground. Their blood painted the trees and stained the grass, a massacre. Kirkley stood there and stared, eyes wide in shock before he came to his senses enough--one was barely breathing. Quickly he ran to the man's side, dropping to his knees and looking over his wounds, only finding them to be impossible to fix. Even if Ain and her dragon flames were here to burn their gashes shut, it still wouldn't have been enough. There was too much blood, and for humans, that meant the end.

He didn't know what to do, and for the first time in a long time he felt panic rising in his chest--should he call for Bifrost? But something in him was telling him not to, to tell Bifrost to stay away, but he couldn't possibly understand why.

He did the only thing he could think of and tried to use his own hands to put pressure on the wounds, to stop the most severely bleeding ones, telling the man that it would be okay, that he would be okay, to try and make those last moments less terrifying. To try and keep him company, so he wasn't alone when he went.