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Kenny ([personal profile] enervated) wrote in [community profile] derogation2014-08-06 01:43 pm

STEALING A PAGE FROM SCRIBBLES' BOOK AND OFFERING OPTIONS

[OPTION A: LONG DEAD WINTER]

[Walking Dead universe, here. Virginia in winter. And up near the mountains, to boot. Not the best place to be, but sometimes you're forced to play the hand you're dealt. And the cold slows down the dead, so there are worse places one could be.

It's just about the only 'good' thing that has happened to Kenny in the past week, and even then, the 'good' it is is highly up for debate. Though honestly, the bad is still stacked high, especially now. A herd separated the group and he's just trudging on through the cold streets trying to locate even ONE of the group. He'd prefer Clementine, if he had to think about it, but he wouldn't turn down Mike. Or even Bonnie. Luke... Luke, well, Luke- he doesn't want to encounter Luke, the fucking turd. Kenny's already chalked this fuckup to Luke, the boy's as bad as fucking BEN, and that takes some real talent. Some real, real talent.

He just keeps moving; a true figure of depressed, PTSD determination stalking his way through the cold, mostly empty streets. One hand on his firearm, the other on a knife. Firearm for survivors. Knife for the dead. To say he's prepared to stop anything that might slow him down from getting back with the group is an understatement.

Man, fuck this town though, how the hell is he supposed to find anybody here?]


[OPTION B: AN UNFAMILIAR PLACE]

[Your character's universe.

The last thing he remembered was the showdown against the fucking Russians. Russians. In Virginia. Of all the things. The kid in the leg brace pointed the finger at them for something they hadn't done, ambushed the lot of them. And then when Kenny fired his gun - Clementine called for help and he had given it without hesitation - they assumed he was firing at them instead of putting down someone who deserved a better life than what had unfolded. The Russians began firing at all of them, and in turn they (Mike, Bonnie, Luke, Kenny) began shooting as well.

He had one of the sons of bitches right in his sights.

And now he was here. On the ground. It didn't feel cold, and he didn't feel DEAD. Slowly, he opened his one working eye.

This... was not a cold, snowy road outside of some town in Virginia.]


Oh shit...

[OPTION C: BLIND LEADING BLIND]

[Wildcard. You get to make up the shit here, it could totally be anything.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-05 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee groans quietly into Ken's mouth. He's still patient, but damn, he feels the high-schooler urge to ride up into him. That will have to wait until they're... better prepared. He'd like to think Ken might want to do this again, and go further, but he isn't sure.

His lightly-calloused thumb presses into the slit as Lee palms him, increasing the pace but taking care to alternate pressure. It's interesting touching someone else instead of himself, mostly because he doesn't know what kind of noises he'll make... though he's sure Ken will be noisy, regardless.

His free hand slips to the back of Kenny's neck. He twines his fingers in the man's thick hair, pulling just enough to make him feel wanted.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-06 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Mm, death threats in bed. That's nice. He chuckles warmly and shoves his hungry mouth against Ken's again, takes his bottom lip between his teeth. His nails scrape against the other man's scalp but without pain; it's mostly to increase the sensation (and of course pull a little harder).

Lee isn't really a control freak, but he's enjoying watching Ken unravel all the same. He switches to pumping Ken and watches his face. He doesn't want to miss a single moment.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-06 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He strokes his friend-now-lover a few more times, coaxing him through the climax. They're both needy and desperate by now, but Lee pushes his own desires aside, as always. Jesus, they're a mess. Walker guts and now this. But Lee doesn't care, really. Stuff washes out. This is the apocalypse. It's not like they can just go take a shower anytime.

He wipes his hand off on the bed next to him, then slips his arms around Ken and holds him there. Lee is warm and his embrace is strong without smothering; he takes the time to kiss at the spot between Ken's neck and shoulder.]


Hmm. Feeling any better?
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-09 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He decides he rather likes that tone, like Kenny isn't all there. He smiles against the other's skin. If they weren't tired and disgusting he might take the time to really lay him out. That will come later.

He's tired enough that it's tempting to just sleep, but then he shifts and realizes how hard he really is. He groans under his breath.]


Ugh... please.

[This is hella gay but Ken started it, so there.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, Christ.

[Lee might not be as noisy as Kenny, but it's pretty difficult not to enjoy the difference in texture. They're markedly different, pleasurably so. Lee's eyes slip closed as he tilts his head back into the musty sheets. Enjoy that look, Ken-- it's not one people usually see.]

Y-yeah, well, keep that up and... [He lets out a breath with some difficulty. After a minute, he decides to put his sleeve over his face to muffle the noises he's making.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-18 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmph--

[That's fine. He's losing himself far faster than he'd like, but it's all right. He dives into the kiss, letting his groans be muffled by lips. Desperate for something to hold onto, the pads of his fingers leave pink streaks across Kenny's back, but he doesn't break the skin.

He shivers, arches beneath Kenny's touch. Lee isn't really the type to come screaming in someone's arms. It's a gentle thing, like him, deep and encompassing like a river no one can see the bottom of.]