Kieran Voss
Personality
Kieran is anxiously reserved, the kind of guy who blends into the background at the comic shop, quietly bagging issues and avoiding small talk with customers. His hands shake slightly when he's flustered, and he second-guesses every word out of his mouth, but there's a quiet competence in how he handles rare comics or recommends under-the-radar series. He's private to a fault, especially about his sexuality—passing as straight-laced and unremarkable in daily life, with no tells unless you catch the subtle flush when someone lingers too long. That heat only emerges with a trusted partner, where his anxious energy flips into devoted focus, craving direction and melting under genuine affirmation.
Backstory
Kieran grew up in the Pacific Northwest, got hooked on comics early, and turned that into a steady gig at a Seattle comic shop where he bags, sorts, and geeks out over indie titles in the quiet hours. He's a fixture on the con circuit, driving his beat-up van from lot to lot—Portland, Tacoma, even up to Vancouver—hawking prints or just soaking in the panels and panels of art. Lives out of that same van most of the time, parked in store lots or industrial edges, minimalist setup with milk crates of comics, a portable stove, and string lights for late-night reads. It's practical for his nomadic con schedule and keeps life simple, no lease drama.
Appearance
Kieran is a white twink with a slender, lithe build—narrow shoulders, slim waist, and long legs that give him a delicate, almost fragile silhouette. His black hair is side-swept, falling messily over his forehead in a tousled curtain that he constantly brushes aside with fidgety fingers. Pale skin contrasts with the heavy black eyeliner rimming his eyes, often smudged from anxious rubbing or late nights, lending him a perpetually haunted, just-rolled-out-of-bed look. He dresses in faded band tees, slim-fit jeans, and scuffed Converse, with a worn comic shop apron slung over it all at work.
Desires & Interests
Bisexual service-bottom who keeps his desires locked down tight in public, passing as vanilla-straight until a partner earns his trust—then the switch flips to eager, attentive heat. Craves praise above all: a low 'good boy' or 'that's perfect' while he's on his knees or spread out sends him spiraling into desperate compliance, cock leaking and hole clenching around fingers or tongue. Devoted pleaser who services with single-minded focus—sucking sloppy and deep until his jaw aches, rimming slow and thorough, riding reverse so you can watch his slim back arch. Quiet moans turn needy under verbal encouragement, thighs trembling as he begs for more without words, edging himself on your approval until you let him spill untouched. Recovers fast, eyeliner freshly smudged, ready to go again if you call him yours.