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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!
FALL 19 - that day ote committed crimes
OWEN (cw: nsfw for the whole thread)
Whenever Owen finally slips through the doors, Otegine's eyes snap to him, a ferocity that isn't shown in his body language.]
There you are. Here I thought you changed your mind. [One hand is held up, a key dangling from it. All yours, babe.] It's getting late out there, you know. Maybe we should take advantage of the energy while we have it.
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Or a challenge.]
I’m not in the habit of backing down.
[He reaches up to snatch the key from Otegine, huffing.]
Already afraid you can’t deliver?
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[He hums out a chuckle, putting his magazine aside as he uncrowded his legs and gently kicks Owen in the ankle as he moves to stand up.]
You're so tense, Owen. Maybe you should rethink who's the scared one here.
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Hah. Do you really think I could be scared of something like you? You're going to have to do more then talk big and shove me around if you want me to be frightened of you.
[He has no idea which direction their room is actually is, but he can at least match the number on the key to the signage in the inn so he stalks off with more confidence then he should have. He's fully expecting Otegine to follow him - he's the one who didn't want prying eyes to catch them, after all.]
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[He lets Owen take the lead easily, a slow saunter after him with his hands in his pockets, eyes glued on his retreating form.]
Left side, Owen.
[Said only when the wizard's somewhat close to the door. Otegine's already scoped it out in advance. Might as well, to see what tools he would have at his disposal.]
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[He doesn't have a timid bone in his body, unless you count that other version of himself he doesn't want to talk about.
He turns to the left, not acknowledging the directions. He stops at the door that matches their key, double checking before opening the door. The hot springs aren't somewhere he's gone often, so he's not sure what's going to be waiting for him inside - but he also doesn't really care. He's just here to have sexy, and he's not picky about what surface it's on.
The room gets a brief onceover as the wizard tosses the keys onto whatever's closest, already starting to undo his tie.]
You only booked one night, right?
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The brunette breathes out another humored sound as he slips through the entryway, a smooth push to close, to latch, to lock.]
Mmn. Will you be so unsatiated that I'll need you for longer?
[His belt comes first, the sharp sound of leather whipping away from his waist as he tosses the item to the foot of the bed. He'll need that for later. For now, he simply advances on Owen, hat grabbed by the rim and tossed unceremoniously to the floor while his other hand reaches back to Owen's hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking his head back.
Mm. He really is a beautiful man. What a shame about the sour disposition.]
...
What should I do, then, if you decide to run away on me?
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That depends on you, doesn't it? How many of my desires will you actually be able to satisfy?
[The treatment of Owen's hat gets more annoyance then the treatment of himself, his grumble cut off as his head gets pulled back. His eyes narrow, but only for a brief moment.]
You'll just have to chain me up or convince me I don't want to run. I won't kneel without good reason to.
[He bites off one of his gloves, before placing his hand on Otegine's wrist. He tugs, trying to see if he'll be willing to let his hair go. How much is he willing to let Owen do? He'll test the waters until he gets a reaction, but he's curious how much control Otegine will demand.]
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[He meets the glare with a smile that eases, free hand dragging to the front of Owen's jacket and forcing the buttons free, opening up to the fine lines of his shirt.
The grip against his hair doesn't relax - Owen tugs, and Otegine tugs back even tighter in response, tilting his chin up to the air as he leans overtop of him.]
Besides... who said I want you to kneel?
[His mouth lowers, opens, dragging his tongue from the firmness of his Adam's apple up his neck, flicking at the cusp of his throat agains his chin, before leaning in to press their lips together - hot, hungry and hardly sweet, with a swiping at Owen's lips that demands for entry. His free hand pushes, past the line of fine buttons and belt loops and seams, finding the starts of Owen's swelling cock under fabric and gripping it with a shallow, pulsing pace of his wrist, slow and easy.
He won't let Owen up for air until the hand at his crotch has set up a careful, steady rhythm.]
Watching you crumble would be far more fun.