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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]

If you make me come like this I'll never forgive you.

[rideordie]

Hmmmm!!! Ahhh, this is a hard one...

[shortcircuits]

[jams one heel against Iskandar's shoulder, groaning, one arm tossed over his face]

Fuck. Fuck . . .

[rideordie]

[releases him to yank his pants off] Very well.

[shortcircuits]

[hisses out a loud breath, scrambling to try to brace himself again]

Get yours off too!!

[rideordie]

Very well!

[sits back, inelegantly yanking them off while sitting on the edge of the couch]

[shortcircuits]

[that gives Waver like 10 seconds to take a breather and also lose his mind a little WHAT IS HAPPENING]

[rideordie]

[Iskandar is tossing his xxxl size pants on the lamp]

[shortcircuits]

. . . come back—

[rideordie]

[leans over Waver]

Have I gone somewhere?

[shortcircuits]

Don't go anywhere, I've had enough of that—

[breathless, wrapping his arms around his neck and hauling him down for another kiss]

[rideordie]

I'm—

[kisses, letting out a low rumble in his throat]

[shortcircuits]

[this is a demanding, challenging, needy kiss, bordering on possessive]

[rideordie]

[leans his weight down on Waver, kissing back roughly, pleased]

[shortcircuits]

[digs his fingernails into Iskandar's shoulders, holding on tightly]

[rideordie]

[shoves one of Waver's legs over so he can lie between them]

[shortcircuits]

Iskandar—

[a low, breathless groan]

[rideordie]

[heavy, and has to brace one arm on the back of the couch to make room for his bulk]

Hmm...

[shortcircuits]

[ [ ] GOOD [ ] GREAT [ ] HOT AS HELL [ X ] ALL OF THE ABOVE ]

There is—a bed—

[he does not want to move]

[rideordie]

Mmhm, I've seen it.

[shortcircuits]

. . .

[just slides a hand down to Iskandar's chest, over his pecs, thumbing a nipple]

[rideordie]

[huffs out a breath, grinning toothily down at him]

What do you want? Hm?

[shortcircuits]

. . . I want everything. Do you want me to say?

[rideordie]

[rumbles and rolls Waver back, draping him over the arm as he mouths down the center of his chest, beard dragging roughly]

[shortcircuits]

Rider—

[that comes out automatically, his voice cracking, because ohhhh, wow, oh, oh wow]