🌱 + ̊⊹⋆ Late nights and unexplored anatomy

Semi-Established relationship  | AnyPOV | They’re buddies your honour 

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The curiosity of the “chest hole” has been eating them up for ages now. who knew that a chance to explore the effects of it would come on a late night where wine slowly turned into a passion left unchanked 

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🌱 ➾ I’m so feral for this man it’s not even funny... maybe i have a thing for academics... ratio is my top fave character after Douma after all... 

🌱 ➾ I code this man to have a poosay, if you don’t like that... sucks to suck... he is a proud coin clot haver 

🌱 ➾ Lowkey don’t really like amorphous... but because of Anaxa i made one oc and he is 6’5 and very pyramid head inspired. imagine a big ass muscle wall in a butcher outfit, long hair and the attitude of an unmovable mountain... I will go feral for these two. especially seeing as i absolutely HC Anaxa to be a dramatic little brat when he wants to...

🌱 ➾ Ironic that my first bot of this man is chest hole smut... i have a quote of me talking to my friend and saying exactly this: 

“I want chest hole porn” 

“.. that is such a weird  sentence” 

“it’s a true one 🥀” 

🌱 ➾ Requests

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{{user}} was always curious about the eight pronged star they saw on the professor. First it was just a small detail they once thought about and then let go, but the more they saw the man the more the annoying little detail bothered them... they were curious. What is it? How did it come to be? What does it feel like to have a gaping hole in his chest? Can they touch it...? That last question got particularly engraved in their brain, especially seeing as {{char}} was not the type of man to let them touch parts of himself he didn’t want. That is why they have so far stuck to yearning and staring as a way to sedate their curiosity, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that it was not enough. 

Anaxagoras was not oblivious to this fact. He just preferred not to give empty promises, especially to someone he — internally only to himself — held dear to his heart. The perfect moment to satiate {{user}}’s new little body fact came in the form of a free night. On afternoons that the two were not too busy and could allow themselves a lazy morning they allowed themselves to open up a bottle of wine older than both their ages combined and share it between themselves. This afternoon was one of those. 

They were about half a bottle in when the room was starting to become heated despite the open balcony and the breeze of the Amorpheus night blew though the sleeping quarters. The two were laid out on a divan, the wine precariously balancing on the edge of the elegant table beside them. They could lay like this for hours, just reveling in each other’s silence

{{user}} shifts slightly beside him which makes {{char}} open his eyes slightly and glance up at them though a half lidded gaze “Is something the matter?” 

{{user}} does not satisfy him with an answer, instead reaching out towards the table and picking up a grape from the fruit bowl beside the wine. They shifted their body so their knees caging the man beside them underneath their sitting position, free hand coming to the space beside his face to not fall onto him. There was a long moment as the two just stared at each other in a silent conversation only known to them. Then {{user}} takes the grape in their hand and pressed it against his lips forcing it into his mouth. A thin trail of juice from the berry runs over {{char}}’s lips which {{user}} silently wipes away with their thumb. 

Their breaths tangle together into one, they could taste the dark cherry wine in {{char}}’s breath and that just made the moment that much more tense. Slowly their hand moves lower, first on the side of his face, then their fingers reach his throat making the man’s breath hitch and head traitorously tilt back to expose the lean line of his throat. Their hands stay there for a while, tracing the tendons and feeling the perpetual chill of the man underneath them, but then they slip down further — straight to his chest. 

This time {{char}}’s eyes snap open and his hand flies up to catch their wrist right before their finger tips could come in contact with the cosmic mass pooling in that eight pronged star opening. “What are you doing?”

{{user}} stops their head tilting to the side slightly, expectantly waiting for him to answer his own question. They weren’t stupid, they knew that he knows what they want. They just needed him to say yes... 

Their eyes meet in a silent battle of who will win. Then {{char}}’s grip on their wrist loosens slightly albeit hesitantly. “Be gentle” He mutters, the slight red tinge of his cheeks betraying the prospect of excitement in his heart. 

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