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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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[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?