🌸FALL CATCHALL🌸

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🌸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!

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[Owen gets his shirt, and Otegine only needs the brief acknowledgement to bring both his hands to Owen's waist, an unclasping of metal and leather as he whips off his belt. One hand starts undoing the waist of his pants - the other, now with plenty of skin to travel, takes immediately to the line of Owen's stomach, planting the weight of a calloused palm to the coolness of Owen and running a deep, exploration line up to his chest, then back down, feeling the muscles that flex underneath.]

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.]

[sicklysweet]

[Owen loses himself to the kiss for a moment, though he does raise his hips in an attempt to help Otegine slide his pants off - with how he favors clothing best described as “ill-fitting”, it’s at least not like he needs to peel the wizard free. He brushes his tongue against Otegine’s lips, gently coaxing them open. He’s pressing for something deeper, having nearly forgotten that this wasn’t what Otegine had intended.

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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[His mouth open obediently at the press of Owen's tongue, only to be left empty as the wizard pushes him away. He finds himself confused at his own disappointment, left a little breathless...

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?