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rebrandedwarlock) wrote2024-04-30 03:15 pm
rebrandedwarlock) wrote2024-04-30 03:15 pm
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IC Inbox || OPEN SEASON || Golden Peacock Suite
OPEN SEASON
@Unquestioned
65 / Cis Male / Any / Jack of Diamonds
65 / Cis Male / Any / Jack of Diamonds
Source: The Great Lodge, God of War Ragnarok
Sherwood's Suite is located on the Ace & Jack level floor. He has no door, having removed it entirely. His room is always open to visitors, regardless of his being around or not. The space is mostly a large, single space with all his amenities. The only separated out room is his private bathroom, which he keeps locked.
Of note, he has a wood burning hearth with various, rudimentary cooking supplies. There are multiple, large desks with various scrolls, journals, and books strewn about. Bookshelves and storage cabinets line many of the walls. Painted artwork, tapestries, and drawings are also haphazardly about the space. He has a low, wide, and plush bed cot tucked in a far back corner. It had a curtain which can be pulled around to give some privacy, but he won't be found sleeping in it.
For @ratratrat
[Sherwood peels his shoes off and crawls upon the mattress. Resting on his knees, his antlers tickle at the enclosed ceiling. The bend of them sends a brief shiver down his spine. Sensitive things, in many ways, those branches. Charlie joins him and makes his order, getting a wider eyed look from Sherwood than his usual, casual command.
Eyes that speak to a calculating curiosity. He seems to run to numbers on that, or rather, run his desires by himself. Is that how it's going to be? Taking commands in his own bed?
Impulse wins out. He shrugs his shirt off with a dutiful obedience. Been a while since he accepted another man's lead. He's rather thrilled at the prospect,]
Why, I encourage you. Be so bold. Greedy partners have always suited me.
[Because greed is very easy to manipulate with giving and Sherwood is very giving when need be. He sets his shirt aside neatly and his body is in fine shape for his age. Clearly, a man who was once exceptionally fit. His physique has diminished to more lean than muscular, but druid magic meant he was largely unmarred from scars and age.]
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Not that he'll question it out loud, Charlie enjoys the control.
His eyes trail over the horns jutting from Sherwood's head - he saw that shiver.]
Heh, then I think we'll have a good time... [The promise of being indulged, rather than the man's body, entice Charlie's words to take on an airier tone. He reaches forward, splaying fingertips over his partner's neck. They trail downwards over chest, curling away just before his navel.]
Leave your pants on and touch yourself. Get yourself worked up. [He delivers the orders firmly, confident and eager all at once.]
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Which he likes. Sex could be tedious if done too ordered. Sherwood admired those of a more chaotic spirit, especially in pleasure.
Still, he's not exactly obedient. Sherwood follows the instruction at first, reaching to his own cock and palming himself, making a show of it. Then, he's reaching for Charlie in turn, wishing to feel him up at the same time, teasing back,]
Now, now, is that how you like it? Your partner wound up while you're left out? [Sherwood wants to entice him, close that distance, not give him all the power.]
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It's a good show - too soon interrupted.
His back straightens when he's touched, not in discomfort but a simple physical reaction to the sudden burst of sensation. His hips twitch, more interested in the hand on them than Charlie notices.] What, is this part of you tryin'a spoil me?
[Curled, Charlie's knuckles caress down Sherwood's arm until they brush the side of his hand. There, he shifts to lace fingers with the man, cutting off the contact.] I was thinkin' your show could get me goin', but if you're lonely...
[Charlie reciprocates the attempt to close the distance, stretching his neck upwards to speak as closely to the man's ear as he can.]
Then tell me exactly what you want to do to me. [Charlie is keen to power shifts, and he has no intention of making its erosion easy. He was told to be bold and greedy, after all.]
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Sherwood makes a face, a cutely taken a back expression. He has a whole thing about his stupid hands and his stupid gloves. A fussiness that seems to pass by and go unrealized. He gives a tentative squeeze of his fingers along Charlie's before pressing their palms fully together.
He decides it's fine.
He'll allow it.
(Being worked up is why. Sherwood will throw out just about any principle he holds if horny enough.)]
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He wants for plenty and shamefully so, something of a prude with sex until the moment it comes to having sex. Then, he's got just about no impulse control. He tips his head to Charlie's ear to whisper back, blunt in tone rather than his usual coyness,]
I want to ride your stiff cock until I'm fully satisfied.
HEH ADORABLE
Something for later.
Now, Charlie acquiesces to being pushed onto his back, his arm twisting to comfortably maintain their grip on one another.
His eyes dart, for a moment, from his horns to the ceiling. Will this guy get too enthusiastic and scuff himself on it? Charlie can't make out any current scratches in the wood, and with heat from the man's voice on his neck, the curiosity fades with a shudder.
His jaw keens into Sherwoods, nuzzling the crown of his head.]
That sounds a lot like me, indulgin' you. [The words are a protest, but he's clearly amused. More so than his voice in how his free hand loops a thumb beneath the hem of his pants to pull them down his leg.]
You want to ride me, you gotta give me a hand. [A double meaning, as he stops trying to disrobe himself. He'll rely on Sherwood for the rest of that.] And-
Let me kiss your fingers.
my ocs both being oddly cute with Charlie and that's so funny to me
Absolutely not.
[.... but he is hornt up so, whoops, maybe he's being too reactive. As if this explains anything, he adds,]
My gloves stay on. [Unless entirely necessary! Or his magic is getting involved! Which- it really shouldn't need to!]
its great heh
Charlie's grin only grows as his demand is renegotiated, head tilting on the mattress beneath. His hair, so rigid with pomade, is starting to get disheveled.]
Aah, let me kiss your gloves, then. [He'll concede, but there's a devious crinkle to his eye. The only reason Charlie is relenting is because he thinks he can still get a reaction out of sucking on covered fingers.]
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Clear by how hard he is in his slacks, being palmed by his other hand. Sherwood offers, with a sigh!, his other hand... kiss away.]
I only take them off... to use my magic.
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Fixated indeed.
When fingers stretch towards his lips, Charlie leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to outermost knuckle. Then, the side of a finger. The side of another finger. He nuzzles from fingertip to palm before his own hand comes to wrap around the man's wrist.
A firm hold, so he can tilt his palm upwards and press a kiss into the flesh under his thumb. His tongue flicks against the fabric beneath, small nip following the affection.
When he speaks, it's into the wet spot he's made beneath.] If you wanna ride me, you're gonna have to take off my pants, right?
I'm not doin that for you. [He's too fixated on the prize against his lips, after all.]
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He hooks into one cheek with it, tugging with a playful annoyance. The fabric might catch on any potentially sharper than average teeth, but oh well. His glove is not going to tear just from that. Proper faesilk is basically indestructible,]
What are you doing for me? I need two extra arms just to juggle your demands.
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It's something he'd do.
One side of his mouth peels back, a wide grimace as he works his head to the side. Molar digs with unserious argument into the flesh beneath, as if he could keep it trapped there.
The only real response he can offer is a demonstration. Charlie rolls his hips beneath Sherwood, half-hard cock grazing against the man's thigh through the buffer of their clothing. He's fucking you! That's what you wanted!]
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Hahahh... I do like a man who bites.
[His other hand leaves his own hardened cock to catch into Charlie's waistline. Sherwood is definitely skilled enough with a single hand to undo anything like a belt or fastens there. Pulling off his pants isn't going to happen with one hand pinned by teeth, but freeing Charlie's cock is doable. Sherwood's long fingers reach to the root of the other man's dick, wrapping around the length to slowly stroke outward, soft silk of his gloves contrasting the slim boneyness of Sherwood's grasp.]
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He likes to be the man who bites.
But Sherwood is busy disrobing him. Charlie spares the attention he'd like to give the man's hand to lifting his hips so the man can tug his pants and underwear down. His cock lulls against the open air, arousal tepid until the man atop begins to coax it forth.
It's a warm sensation, but not as much as Charlie is used to - the glove is in the way. Gloves stay on and he couldn't demand their removal even if he wanted to, with his capture between his teeth. So he impatiently reaches down with his free hand to grope Sherwood's thigh.
A light slap follows, as if urging the man to get on with fucking him.]
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He's selfish, though, and enjoys the sensation against his pinned thumb. He also likes the hungry look on the other man's face, like a man denied a full meal and give only a taster course. His free hand will teasingly stroke Charlie with a skilled, tight grip, never a man to go too easy on a partner.]
Mhh! [A short yelp held behind his squished closed lips, at that light slap to his thigh. Healing magic kept Sherwood from feeling sustained pain, but any upfront shocks got through it before it could kick in. As such, he craves those bursts of sensation. A slap, a punch, a bite. He'd feel them at least upfront. Being deprived of pain makes a man long for it, something he would have never believed before coming to know the longing for himself.]
My! Well, do set me free, I need both my hands. Bite me somewhere else you please. [he wants his thumb back, thanks. Ignore that he placed it there in the first place. If returned both hands, he'll pull the remainder of his clothing off, which is really just slacks. Nothing beneath, Sherwood isn't used to that back home so he doesn't bother here!]
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He wouldn't even call it pain, just petulant insistence, but...
Apparently, he can do more.
Charlie's teeth part slightly, enough to let the digit between them slip from his mouth. A chill is left in its wake, dry and uncomfortable for more than the want for something under his lips. Sherwood's gloved hand working his cock feels good, but it doesn't replicate the satisfaction of gnawing on flesh.
Charlie catches the retreating hand at the wrist, pulling its underside back to his mouth for a lingering, parting kiss before letting go in earnest.] I can't bite your thigh with you ridin me - I'm not that fuckin flexible.
[What he can do is grope more firmly, pressing divots into the flesh beneath his fingers. As he does, he eyes Sherwood's arousal curiously. Would it be too far to squeeze or slap there?
His eyes dart up to the man's, a devious gleam, but he restrains the impulse for the moment. Instead, he reaches to give the same slap to the opposite thigh with his other hand.] You like that too though, don't you? [Obviously. Charlie just likes to make people announce their kinks.]
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Haah... why, I've grown, let's say,... resilient to most sensations. Pleasures and pains alike, my magic likes to equalize out. Sudden shocks do best for me to actually feel. [so, yes, anywhere Charlie might like to slap around is going to get him a reaction. Good, bad, Sherwood isn't being particular- though he is sitting down to rub Charlie's slickened cock between the cheeks of his ass, urging him along.
Prep is definitely not necessary for him, a waste of time and effort, really. Just jump right to it,]
I have plenty of other places you can reach.
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With a twitch of the lip, he looks back up at his partner. Enough magic to dampen feeling always did seem like a double edged talent - looks like this guy's living proof. Base interest distorts to a mischievous downwards drag of his gaze.
Charlie's fingers flex against Sherwood's thigh, then slide up to take hold of the divot between leg and hip. He wants to grab his cock and squeeze, or flick it - indecision stalls his deviancy.
That, and the new warmth of being tucked inside a man. Charlie groans, a shuddered breath accompanied by tongue brushing over lips. Nestled to his hilt, Charlie leans his head back.]
Uh huh... I'll do that. Just, don't move yet. [Cockwarming kink-]
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[He can barely feel a damn once he's settled into place! Cockwarming kink may feel pleasant for Charlie, but Sherwood gets little out of it. A vague pressure filling him, not exactly pleasurable nor unpleasant. Frustrating, really!
But Charlie seems to enjoy being just that.
There's an opportunity granted by Sherwood distractedly rolling his eyes, which Charlie could take. A flick or slap to his well hung cock is going to get a bigger reaction than even normal, with him being taken off some guard via his own, distracted annoyance,]
charlie thats evil
And then remembers his earlier impulse.
An opportunity to feel the man tighten around him and fan his frustration.
His eyes lock with Sherwood's, their daze replaced with intent. He curls two fingers behind his thumb and flicks the head of the man's cock, no restraint behind his force.]