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[freelancetogoodhome]

[continuations of the FTB kind]

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Day 26, into the evening~

[freelancetogoodhome]

[from here]

[moans as cool air hits his cock and rolls his hips upward]

Ky--!

Re: Day 26, into the evening~

[impenetrable]

[normally would care about people potentially checking on the noise, but fuck that]

[busy wrapping his hand around him and stroking firmly down with the thrust up, sucking at the mark]

Re: Day 26, into the evening~

[freelancetogoodhome]

[gasps and groans as he thrusts up into his hand. his fingers dig and massage the muscles of his back]

Re: Day 26, into the evening~

[impenetrable]

[groans arches with the digging of fingers, but keeps moving his hand over him]

[pulls back to watch him intently]

Re: Day 26, into the evening~

[freelancetogoodhome]

[his face is flushed and his breathing is rough and uneven as he lifts into Ky's hand completely lost in the sensation]

Re: Day 26, into the evening~

[impenetrable]

[swallows, bites his lip, and keeps on going, stroking harder and faster, more demanding as he went back to suck a new mark on his shoulder]

Re: Day 26, into the evening~

[freelancetogoodhome]

[it doesn't take long until he clenches his jaw on a cry, strangling it into a throaty groan as he releases into Ky's hand]

Day 26, into the evening~ (shortly before Ky '-')

[freelancetogoodhome]

[from here]


Mm Cayden...

[breathing hard and a little shakily and he pulls him a little more firmly forward, but slides a hand forward, running his knuckles along the man's shaft pressing against the front of his pants]

[reversedemperor]

[ Moans faintly against his skin, rocking his hips down into that and further against Diarmuid as a result. ]

[freelancetogoodhome]

[he repeats the gesture and starts up a firm rhythm, stroking him through his pants]

[reversedemperor]

[ Follows suit, his motions mimicking Diarmuid's and biting down a little harder on that spot he'd been sucking at, hips moving more in desperation. ]

[freelancetogoodhome]

[inhales with a bit of a hiss which fades into a low groan. he draws his free hand up to squeeze lightly and then begin massaging the back of Cayden's neck]

[reversedemperor]

[ Gives a pleased little noise at the touch to his neck, breathing quickening. ]

Dia- Diarmuid...

Day 38, Night

[impenetrable]

[prepping for bed, but way too aware that Diarmuid's really awake]

Re: Day 38, Night

[freelancetogoodhome]

[awake and sitting against the wall in the living room, just watching the door, yes]

Re: Day 38, Night

[impenetrable]

[Aegis is flopped with Diarmuid, since she doesn't really need to sleep so much.]

[Ky sighs and opens the bedroom door, looking out at him]

Re: Day 38, Night

[freelancetogoodhome]

[glances over, continuing to scratch Aegis's neck absently]

Re: Day 38, Night

[impenetrable]

Do you want to just rest in here?

[quietly since it's late]

Re: Day 38, Night

[freelancetogoodhome]

[glances at the door again and then back]

... Either is fine.

Day 85, late morning-noonish

[beautymark]

[from here!]

...

[bites his lip for a moment before he responds]

Allow me to touch. I want to, I swear it... but you must give me more time before it is returned. It is no fault of yours, but I fear I cannot yet separate "now" from "then" in that regard.

Re: Day 85, late morning-noonish

[freelancetogoodhome]

[draws in a deep breath and nods slowly]

I... I am yours to touch then...

Re: Day 85, late morning-noonish

[beautymark]

[a small smile, and then he kisses Lancer again, light and a little halting just as are his hands sliding down his friend's chest

he's keeping his eyes closed, but it feels so different from his recent experience as to be soothing]

Re: Day 85, late morning-noonish

[freelancetogoodhome]

[Lancer keeps his hands loose at his sides on the blankets, though he does press into the kiss just a little with a soft, encouraging hum]

Re: Day 85, late morning-noonish

[beautymark]

[smiles into that kiss, then breaks it to instead kiss Lancer's neck

knowing where his hands should be is not something he's gotten rusty with, though he's stopping shy of the prize for now. a little teasing doesn't hurt.]

Re: Day 85, late morning-noonish

[freelancetogoodhome]

[tilts his head to give him more room, reddening as his breathing deepens]

Dearthair...