🌸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 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?