🌲 winter catchall 🌲

[pactmarshal]

❄️ WHO: Trahearne & u baby!
❄️ WHAT: closed starters for winter
❄️ WHEN: all throughout winter
❄️ WHERE: all over the island
❄️ WARNINGS: to be added in thread headers (definitely nsfw)

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[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne sinks all the way in, settling in the feeling and keeping Syrlya's hips up against his for a brief moment. The hand on Syrlya's back slinks upward, tangling in the leaves of his ponytail, and he yanks his face off the surface of the mirror, just far enough away for him to see properly.

He leans forward, just close enough to growl-- ]

Eyes open. Watch.

[ And after a second, he pulls part of the way back...only to quickly slam back in all the way again, a wave of ecstasy washing over him and out of his mouth in a groan. Not only does Syrlya feel good, but he is certainly going to look good, too. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya yelps, forcing his eyes open with a ragged breath. The sight of himself stuns him for a minute. Aroused, desperate--is that what he looks like when Trahearne is deep inside him?

The train of thought is long as Trahearne thrusts in hard, and Syrlya moans loudly. His eyes roll up as he continued to gape for heavy breaths, and they lock on Trahearne's expression reflected back at him.

Oh. Oh.] Aaah--

[pactmarshal]

[ Their eyes meet. Trahearne's are slightly unfocused, lidded, a swirl of
deep hunger and intense affection coloring them. His lips are slightly parted, face tinged gold, and his shoulders heave slightly with each breath.

Ahh, he loves this sight. And he loves that he gets to share it with Syrlya. ]

You're beautiful.

[ When he says it this time, his voice scrapes with gravel, scarcely containing his arousal.

His eyes flutter as he pulls back again, and thrusts in--over, and over, and over. Each movement he makes inside Syrlya sends a wave after wave of blinding ecstasy through him, and not once do his eyes leave Syrlya. Getting to see him from both sides is such a treat. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya's breath quickens, punctuated by heavy gasps with each thrust into him. A tremble runs through his legs, and he grabs the edges of the mirror for stability. The tighter his arousal coils, the harder it is to focus on the mirror, and eventually his eyes slip shut when it feels like only blurry shapes reflect back at him.]

[pactmarshal]

[ The mirror shudders under Syrlya's grasp, feet thumping against the floor with each forceful rock of Trahearne's hips into the smaller sylvari.

It feels so good--he's so overcome with pleasure that it takes him a minute to realize Syrlya's eyes have fallen closed. His head tips back again as his movements slow; his fingers forcefully entwine into his hair as he pulls back hard. ]

Eyes. Open.