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WHAT More timey-wimey nonsense
WHERE Wherever you are
WHEN Day 126, a̧ft̨er̡n͢ooņ

[So last night some of you experienced some serious smallness and weirdness. maybe you want to go check and jump some of the cute small people in that post, still.

But now it's a new day and things are—uh, oh shit, totally not back to normal. It's midday in early spring! Only then suddenly there's a snowstorm and an ice rink has appeared. And then it's nighttime in the sweltering summer heat and crickets are chirping.]

Sometimes it stays the same long enough to enjoy an out-of-season activity, so maybe you want a Pumpkin Spice Latte or something? Try to enjoy the day, even if the magic-sensitive might be occasionally feeling a little under-the-weather.]

[TIME / DEAGE / AGE-UP nonsense continues! Change things up from the first post? Jump in for the first time? You can also use this as a Totally Normal post. I'll do another post on Friday/Saturday for the weekend crowd as well. There's also been some other rad posts lately you can hit up as well if you don't want to timey-wimey. ]

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[ his hips still entirely, his fingertips stroking his neck, his face tilting in to murmur near his ear; ]

You didn't answer me.

[ shivers - kind of tips his head back and makes a questioning noise, stilling when he does ]

Did you wish for me to stop...?

[ shaking his head after a moment ]

[ he hums, and - - he doesn't start to move his hips again but he DOES start to tighten his fingers back around his neck. ]

[ sharply inhales, hands immediately flying up to try prying his fingers off ]

You're giving me - - mixed messages, you know.

[ he fucks abruptly up into him, his fingers not loosening their hold. ]

[ his own grip weakens abruptly when he feels ardyn move sharply inside of him, his gasp shallow and the exhale a raspy moan, hips bucking again as he squeezes down even as he tries to swipe at the hand around his neck again, speaking of mixed messages, ]

[ he shudders as he feels Cael's hips rolling on him, his insides squeezing around him, and his fingers tighten and squeeze further, bruising in his hold around his neck. ]

[ there's another moment of resistance before he's finally relaxing against him, head lolling forward and his mouth hangs open, saliva foaming; only moments afterwards though his body jerks and he seizes up, stiff and twitching, each spasm violent and uncontrolled ]

[ that's such a nice sensation around his cock and he's never been particularly worried about Cael's wellness and in this situation - - that's only really more apparent now, as he doesn't let up even when it's evident this is all really a lot, and he's fucking him more roughly still, hunching against him, breath rough and shuddering out as he gets close. ]

[ his spasms continue for a few more moments, abrupt jerks as his muscles tense and relax, before he goes completely still, boneless and limp against ardyn's grip ]

[ he doesn't stop choking him as he fucks him through his own orgasm that comes, hips rough with every move in, his groan as he tips over the edge loud and absolutely shameless, spilling into his limp Servant.]

[ when his seed spills into him, caelestis jumps back up as if revived, squeezing down as he startles awake, disoriented and panicked as he tries to breathe, hissing sound escaping from his mouth as he pulls at ardyn's fingers again with renewed vigor and desperation, this time with Servant strength ]

[ his fingers squeeze down again for just one moment before he lets go, stroking the side of his face instead, nuzzling against his shoulder fondly. ]

[ when the blood all rushes back to his head he chokes out another shout, throaty and pained - sensation comes flooding back and it's all too much, and with the mana it's all too much and he jerks with one final spasm, hips bucking as he comes, seed leaking out of his cock in a drizzle ]

My - - you're making a mess. Do you need help?

[ Ardyn murmurs lazily but he doesn't make a move to help clean him, rolling his hips again, fucking him just shallowly through that orgasm. ]

[ he swallows, throat dry, exhaustion clear in how he leans back against him, still save for the occasional shudder ]

H. . .hah. . . .

[ it isn't an answer by any means; he's too exhausted to think or talk. don't ask him hard questions ]

[ ////

he lifts his head up some and tilts it in to try to kiss him, even with the angle as awkward as it is. ]

[ the taste jumpstart him again but he's clearly exhausted, even too tired to kiss back properly though there's some neediness that starts and stops but doesn't sustain ]

[ Ardyn hums and breaks the kiss, relaxing back against the bed, idly stroking Cael's sides. ]

[ just kind of. slumped, against him but not quite, his breaths shallow and loud and eventually tapering out to quieter breaths, the quick rise and fall of his shoulders and chest really the only indication that he's still awake aside from the occasional full-body twitch followed by an audible shudder, throaty and nearly voiceless but still harsh in sound ]

This really has done a number on you. I'd imagined you'd recover faster than that, but it seems that isn't the case...

[ finally like

lifting a hand up to sort of

idly, flap ]

Mm - mmm . . .

[ tired. words are hard ]

[ he laughs. ]

Would you like to go back to sleep?