I know exactly what’s going on.
Why cut the trees, when you can just BURN them?
Hello, I'm the Once-ler. My obsession for fire has changed me massively. I have a tendency to destroy, all with the help of my favorite element. By the way, don't you think my gas mask is fucking sweet? [[I will do NSFW and Oncest--I will also rp with anyone from any fandom.]] #Pyroler…
What is this mess in my ask box.
“Are you hungry, or…?”
He grinned, and gave him a soft squeeze. He was awfully careful, though, and treated Broadway like a fragile bird in his hands.
“I could make you something.”
Broadway smiled as he gave the other a nod and a nuzzle.
“I’d love that,” he cooed. So long as the other took him into the kitchen with him like he said. “I love doing anything that involves you, really.” He added with a laugh.
He pressed into him once more, tongue flitting out against his lip for just a moment before he picked him up carefully in his arms—managing up on his feet.
“What is it you want me to make you, darling~?”
A small shudder scurried down his spine, and he grinned.
“Good.”
He lent down just a bit to catch Broadway’s lips against his own, offering a lengthy kiss. His fingers played up against his spine, and a soft blush crept onto his face.
Broadway didn’t hesitate to return the kiss; his body shivering lightly as he felt the fingers play out along his spine. Though his stomach decided to interrupt the moment with a loud growl, making him giggle softly.
“Sorry.” He smiled to Pyro lovingly. “Guess my stomach wanted to tell you how much I love you too.”
“Are you hungry, or…?”
He grinned, and gave him a soft squeeze. He was awfully careful, though, and treated Broadway like a fragile bird in his hands.
“I could make you something.”
He smiled warmly at Broadway, before trailing a hand to his arm, soon enough taking his hand in his own.
“…You make me so happy, darling. You really do.”
As always, he melted with the other’s nick-name. Funny, other people called him ‘darling’ at times, and it wasn’t anywhere near the same. With Pyro, the word was special. It made Broadway feel like he was special.
His fingers laced with the other’s own lovingly, Broadway’s lips fingint the other mans’ neck to kiss softly.
“I’m so glad,” he cooed.
A small shudder scurried down his spine, and he grinned.
“Good.”
He lent down just a bit to catch Broadway’s lips against his own, offering a lengthy kiss. His fingers played up against his spine, and a soft blush crept onto his face.
“You’re too precious.” Pyro slid a gloved hand into the other’s raven hair, fingers gliding through the locks slowly.
“I wanna be with you forever.” He whispered, shuddering lightly at the warmth.
“I’m yours forever,” he cooed, leaning into the touch happily. He gave a soft sigh, simply melting against the other. “Every single bit of me is yours. My heart, body, mind and my very soul. They all belong to you.”
He smiled warmly at Broadway, before trailing a hand to his arm, soon enough taking his hand in his own.
“…You make me so happy, darling. You really do.”
I'm gonna be a star!: pyro-ler: “Mhmm. I want you near me. Always.” He smiled warmly and...
“Mhmm. I want you near me. Always.” He smiled warmly and crept over to the fireplace built in the smooth wall, and he flicked the lighter to spark up a flame in the pile of set wood at the base. It didn’t take long for the fire to spread inside, warmth already traveling. Pyro…
“You’re too precious.” Pyro slid a gloved hand into the other’s raven hair, fingers gliding through the locks slowly.
“I wanna be with you forever.” He whispered, shuddering lightly at the warmth.
I'm gonna be a star!: pyro-ler: “…I’d love that.” He leaned in to nuzzle Broadway’s cheek,...
“…I’d love that.” He leaned in to nuzzle Broadway’s cheek, before slipping away and moving to slide a hand in his own pocket, playing out a little pocket-lighter. “I’ll…make you some food, afterwards, too. Just something small…”
He nodded, smiling as he watched the lighter in the…
“Mhmm. I want you near me. Always.” He smiled warmly and crept over to the fireplace built in the smooth wall, and he flicked the lighter to spark up a flame in the pile of set wood at the base. It didn’t take long for the fire to spread inside, warmth already traveling. Pyro trotted back over to his lover, and lent to scoop him up in his arms. He carefully brought him to the couch, just to sit down and pull Broadway into his lap.
I'm gonna be a star!: pyro-ler: “You look beautiful when you smile, Broadway.” He smiled...
“You look beautiful when you smile, Broadway.” He smiled weakly in return, and moved to place the lightest kiss to his lips, hand slowly stroking his side. He had to admit, he loved comforting the other. Pyro loved how it felt to put a smile back on his face. It felt better than…
“…I’d love that.” He leaned in to nuzzle Broadway’s cheek, before slipping away and moving to slide a hand in his own pocket, playing out a little pocket-lighter. “I’ll…make you some food, afterwards, too. Just something small…”
I'm gonna be a star!: pyro-ler: “Don’t apologize,” he muttered, placing multiple slow kisses...
“Don’t apologize,” he muttered, placing multiple slow kisses to Broadway’s cheeks. He could feel a strange guilt inside of him. It almost felt like he’d legitimately done something wrong. “…Smile, for me?”
“I can’t help it,” he admitted. It was hard not to apologize when one grew…
“You look beautiful when you smile, Broadway.” He smiled weakly in return, and moved to place the lightest kiss to his lips, hand slowly stroking his side. He had to admit, he loved comforting the other. Pyro loved how it felt to put a smile back on his face. It felt better than anything. It almost resembled the feeling of lighting something on fire, the way one little action can cause a mass destruction or effect.