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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

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[shortcircuits]

[. . . doesn't look away, and doesn't stop moving his hand, stroking him through that and staring at Iskandar with absolute devotion]

[rideordie]

[groans, low and rough. Probably spattering on Waver's clothes, honestly. His own brand new ones. Whatever.]

[shortcircuits]

[that's. excellent. honestly, i'm so okay with that. that is the very last thing on Waver's mind.]

[rideordie]

[lets out a slow heavy breath after, grinning at him]

Mmmmh.

[shortcircuits]

[looks at him, eyes slowly widening]

Ahhh.

[rideordie]

[grabs a fistful of his hair under his chin and drags him down for a sloppy, broad-mouthed kiss]

[shortcircuits]

Mmhh—

[grabbing at him with his free hand, the other one still resting on his cock. he gets a hand in Iskandar's hair, kissing back desperately, with no hint of finesse or restraint]

[rideordie]

[nips him]

You hard again?

[shortcircuits]

I'm—almost forty.

[a groan of complaint. it's also. not a no. it's definitely not a no.]

[rideordie]

Old man.

[unzips him]

[shortcircuits]

[chokes, making a noise that's somewhere between scandalized, annoyed, and amused]

Do not—!

[he rocks his hips, needy]

[rideordie]

Hmm.

[it's sure sticky in here. Shows him that on his fingers]

[shortcircuits]

I. I KNOW. I KNOW.

[rideordie]

[wipes that down on his own thigh, then wraps fingers around him, his other arm hauling Waver closer in his lap] That's good, isn't it?

[shortcircuits]

[. . . groans, leaning in, hauling his own own hand up, wrapping his arms around him]

Fuck. Fuck, it's good—

[rideordie]

[lets out a rough, pleased sigh, stroking him slowly] Hmm. Think I can make you squirm?

[shortcircuits]

I think you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.

[way more breathless than he intended, cheeks flushed, long hair clinging to his neck]

[rideordie]

That's true, isn't it?

[rolls him back so he's lying on the couch. Iskandar engulfing his vision, tbh.]

[shortcircuits]

Oh, I wish you would.

[goes down easily, no protest, arching up a little and just letting his gaze and his hands roam, hungry]

[rideordie]

[lets go of his cock to start undoing Waver's clothes]

[shortcircuits]

[this is real this is happening this is real this is happening this is real this is—]

[rideordie]

Hm? Breathe.

[shortcircuits]

[draws in a sharp breath, looking up at him]

I'm fine—

[rideordie]

Sure, but more fine if you breathe. Hahh, your clothes are so unnecessarily complicated.

[gets his shirt open]

[shortcircuits]

I usually don't plan on having someone else hastily trying to get me out of them—