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crescentview2023-02-02 03:54 am
passthrough) wrote in crescentview2023-02-02 03:54 am
🌸FALL CATCHALL🌸
🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!
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You’re not a waste of time.
[He enjoys Otegine, as frustrating as he can be to deal with and as awful the feelings Owen feels around him are. His annoyance is entertaining, and beyond that it’s not always the worst to talk to someone who doesn’t think the way a human does.]
It’s just not like I can open my heart to anyone, and that goddess is trying to force it to happen.
[Case in point: the vague warmth is feeling more and more like arousal, and this isn’t exactly an arousing conversation.]
I don’t know what else to do besides do what I’ve always done, but that’s not your fault. I don’t want to be weak.
[Which is perhaps nonsensical, as he hasn’t yet explained how his feelings tie into his magical ability - but he’s not really in the mind to do that right now.]
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It hits hard, an oddly tender moment to feel the weight of Owen against him, with the warmth of his hand held close between cold fingers.
To hear that Owen feels he's being used again, manipulated again - it has Otegine's hand tensing against the wizard's with a curling of something fiery in his chest. Was he just talking about the cruise, or... had something else happened?
...]
...It's not fair to you that this keeps happening. You need to be able to choose for yourself. She can't just force that on you.
[A lot of questions bubble up the longer he dwells on it... but it doesn't seem like the right place for it. So the silence sits, and his fingers curl against Owen's, his free hand coming to rest against the wizard's knuckles.]
I don't think you're weak. I don't want you to feel weak, either. From how you've acted before... it must hurt a lot, to try and trust people with anything.
[He can't force that trust. He can't. As much as he wants Owen to see him as someone reliable, that is Owen's choice alone.
His thumb runs against Owen's knuckles, not turning to look at him, trying to give the space the seriousness it deserves.
A moment passes, and he lets his touch travel up Owen's wrist, gentle but firm. He still wants to help. But if Owen doesn't know what to do, and neither does he, then where in the world do they start?
...
His body shifts, just slightly, the subtle turn of his shoulders enough to show he's at least attempting to look back at Owen.]
...
How are you feeling right now, Owen? Right this second?
It's fine if you don't know, but... [The hand at his wrist rubs gently.] ... If she's going to keep doing this to you, then you shouldn't have to put up with it all on your own.
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Still, he doesn’t want to just focus on his own desires, for once. Normally he would just be selfish and greedy and demanding, though it doesn’t feel as unsettling to actually talk. For now. He’s not sure how powerful those chocolates are, and he did eat quite a few.]
Mm. I’m used to it, and sometimes it’s easier to know you can trust people to always be untrustworthy.
[Your trust is never betrayed when you’re expecting to be betrayed. That’s just how it is in the North.]
…Though nobody else here gets it. Or why it’s hard to deal with people, because they’re all more human then not. You… do you know what it’s like, to always be out of place wherever you are? The world or the people don’t want you in it.
[He has a better chance of knowing, doesn’t he? Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on Owen’s end - but maybe he does want to find some connection, he thinks grimly.
That would be horrible. The worst case scenario… Right?
But he’s said too much, and now really isn’t the time to have this conversation. He presses his thighs together, trying to focus.]
But, heh. I feel like I want you, right now.
[To touch him. That’s all. Nothing more then that, and it’s easy to convince himself that’s true when his head is so fuzzy.]
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It must feel safer that way, I'd think.
The world I know might be a little kinder to my place in it... but I also know people can be as cruel as they are kind. Just like gods. They don't always like what they can't understand, or what they fear, and they set it apart. That's just a part of being human, or... something like that.
We can't be anything other than what we are. And if we can't trust humanity to honor that, then... it gets hard not to feel lonely.
[But this is feeling less and less like the time for conversation. Owen's still looking off, and Otegine's brows start furrowing in concern. "Want him"?
His other hand is gently pried free to take hold of Owen's other shoulder, to gently press his thumbs against the muscle.]
Hey. Hey, look at me...
[Only when he has Owen's gaze (even if it's filled with lust) does he continue.]
What do you want me to do?
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Though knowing their track record, Otegine will probably be able to corner himself into another conversation and this will come back up again. (Corner him, like Owen isn’t finding himself more and more willing to talk, like he isn’t willingly opening up to the spear more.)]
Touch me? Please.
[Oh. He has an idea, thinking back to all of the amenities on the boat and Otegine’s own comments on relaxing. Far better to request something tame like that then just begging to be fucked.
Even if that sounds far more appealing.]
I want you to take care of me.
[Again - it’s more truthful then Owen realizes it is. Maybe it’s okay if he lets someone else care, even beyond just base desires. That’s a crisis for future Owen, though, because all he can think of is relief.]
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He's about to ask why, since Owen had so openly stated how much he didn't want strangers with their hands all over his body. But Owen admits his desire so openly, wanting to be cared for, and Otegine can feel warmth melting over his body in an unexpected way.
A request to serve...
He swallows hard. With little pretense, he drags his hands up the line of Owen's neckline to cup his head in his hands, even as Otegine stands from the bed.]
I can do that. I... can try.
[His heart pounds in his chest, slowly lifting Owen's hat from the crown of his head and tossing it to the side with one hand, while his other traces circles with the pads of his fingers against the nape of his neck, up into his hair, the heat of his palm pressing steady.]
...Do you want me to leave the door open? [It's a quiet request, his gaze not breaking from Owen. He doesn't look like he wants to stay on his feet for long unless Owen requests it, but he would rather not people just walk in on them if Owen wanted privacy.]
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No. If anybody walks in on us, I'll kill them.
[Which is a more serious threat then usual, but Owen is more serious then usual. If anything interrupts this, he might just lose his mind and he can't possibly be held accountable for his actions. He doesn't want Otegine to have to leave, even if it's not that far of a walk to the door and the locks shouldn't be that complicated, but any distance between them makes Owen feel like he's the one dying.
(He's going to kill the Goddess after this. Or at least yell at her about her warnings not being accessible to everyone.)
He wants to kiss Otegine again, the thought almost dominating everything else, but he bites his tongue because he knows he won't want to let him go. That wouldn't be very conducive for their privacy, so he just pulls Otegine's hand from his hair gently with one hand, giving him a gentle nudge to the side with his other, smile crooked.]
I might keep you busy for a while, and some people are so nosy. I'll get myself ready.
[Which is the only real warning he's going to give Otegine, if he hasn't figured out just how desperate Owen is by now.
Once the spear has stepped back, Owen is going to slide off his jacket and his gloves, throwing them to the floor unceremoniously. Why does he wear so many layers? Did he not learn his lesson from the hurricane?]
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[It's a still acknowledgement of how serious Owen is taking this. It's not the first time he's heard someone use a death threat under distress, so it doesn't phase him too horribly. If anything, it just cements that he's making a commitment here.
Another promise. Heh. Hopefully Owen wouldn't chew him out later.
As the wizard slides back, Otegine immediately backs toward the door. Closed. Locked. Rattled firmly to make sure.
As Owen strips layers, Otegine tries to search for their box of assorted goodies. Strange, he thought there was a note in here... oh well. He notes how many of the chocolates are missing - that's fine, Owen can have them all if he's really craving it. But there's all sorts of creams, and a pink liquid he doesn't recognize...
He picks one tube out of the pile, tossing it to a corner of the bed as he rejoins Owen. Two sets of hands on the buttons will make this go faster, and Owen seems desperate... so he carefully leans his weight back to the bed, sliding to wherever Owen's situated himself with a hand immediately slipping up to run against the bare flash of skin at the nape of his neck, the other dragging up from knee to thigh with a rolling press of his thumb against the unforgiving fabric of the slacks. This is going to make it hard to touch anything, so--]
How much off? All of it?
[His hand's already migrating for the belt at his waist.]
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He pauses once Otegine’s hands are on him again, sucking in a breath.]
All of it, yes, just stop wasting time—-
[It all comes out as a hiss, fumbling with the last of his buttons before sliding his shirt off of his shoulders to join the rest of his clothing. He puts a hand on Otegine’s wrist, fingers still chilly, trailing up he’s pressing his fingers to Otegine’s lips.]
How much of me are you willing to touch, Otegine? Do you know what you’re getting into?
[He can’t think this is a purely innocent request, but Otegine doesn’t believe he’s capable of wanting sex…
Maybe he should tell Otegine to eat some of the chocolates.]
Hah. It’s too late to back out, so I don’t know why I ask...
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Wherever you need me. Anywhere. Just show me what you want. Show me where you want my hands on you.
[There's a deep, hot thrum in his core, to be doing something like this. To strip a man bare and do nothing but touch, like a feast for the body... is this what humans liked to do? He knows of sex, knows of its purpose, but the pleasure of it? The buildup, the longing? It's horribly new, unfamiliar, a coiling tight nervousness in his hips that he has to intentionally ignore for now.
Owen is here. Owen is his priority.
His waistband is open, and pulling those pants down is gonna take some effort. Maybe he should...
...no. No, he needs to take action. He can't hesitate. What... does his gut tell him to do...
...
Mouth thinning, Otegine leans in to press their lips together, palm travelling to the small of Owen's back as he leans his weight against him, his own leg slipping between both of Owen's in a partial straddle over one of the wizard's thighs as their balance shifts. Fingers slip into the waistband of both pant and undergarments, working to shimmy them off and leave Owen fully exposed.]
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He’s sure if Otegine doesn’t fuck him he’ll go insane, but - baby steps. Take things one step at a time and ease him into the idea of bare skin and piercing flesh when there’s no lives on the line, so Owen puts his hands on Otegine’s shoulder and pushes him back gently. It’s more to keep himself in check, honestly, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath.]
I… need you everywhere, but we can start slow. I’ll be patient, I’ll be… good for you, heh…
[He reaches blindly for the bottle Otegine brought over, grabbing it and pushing it into his hands. He shuffles away far enough to turn, laying on his stomach. It hides his erection - but more importantly, it helps him hide his face. Otegine seeing how flushed he is and the faces he’s making seems more embarrassing then him seeing how aroused he is, truly.]
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But he lets his eyes travel as Owen fishes for the bottle, the smooth line of thinner muscle and the erection that stands at colorful attention at the pit of his hips, even as Owen turns himself around to bury his face against the bed. It leaves a bare line from neck to shoulder to back, the curve of his ass to the meat of his legs. It's vulnerable. In front of a weapon like himself, it's the opposite of what he's ever used to seeing.
He lets out a deep, heated exhale as he slowly re-reads the tube, popping it open to spread the lotion against his fingers. There's a slight burn to it, hardly unpleasant and almost tingling...
Once he thinks he has enough to start, his hands move to the wide space of Owen's back, a deep and firm press of his palms to his shoulders, feeling the muscles that frame up to his neck and out to his arms. It's slow, curious loops of motion, trying to pay attention to how Owen tenses, how his body feels under his fingers.]
Tell me if you need me to stop at any point. Okay?