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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.
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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.]