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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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[rideordie]

[lifts his hips, almost leaning him over the arm of the couch]

[shortcircuits]

[arches with that, head tilting back, hair spilling back over the edge]

[rideordie]

Hold on.

[swallows him down]

[shortcircuits]

Hold on to wh—

[holy shit. clutches at his hair automatically, jerking his hips up, thrusting into his mouth]

[rideordie]

[That'll do! Honestly, he's not King of Blowjobs, but he's clearly given a blowjob or four before and is enthusiastic and messy]

[shortcircuits]

[look, Waver Velvet's dick is in Alexander the Great's mouth. he is absolutely not scoring on technicalities, here]

[rideordie]

[I feel like that's a reasonable bar yah. Big hands are cradling and lightly massaging his hips]

[shortcircuits]

Fuck—

[he breathes out sharply, fingers kneading Iskandar's scalp, nudging him down a little further]

[rideordie]

[Sure, fine. Gulping him down until his nose is buried in Waver's curls]

[shortcircuits]

[hEY is this illegal?]

[just starts rocking his hips desperately, thrusting into his mouth, not really bothering to be gentle, because obviously this is better?]

[rideordie]

[I make the laws here! Meeting his thrusts, fingers kneading his skin with every movement]

[shortcircuits]

[starting to get. noisy. breath hitching and choking, moaning]

[rideordie]

[pleased rumbling, glancing up at him]

[shortcircuits]

[meets his gaze, strained, a spasm of disbelieving longing crossing his face]

[he flushes more, expression tightening, then abruptly hauls Iskandar down, starting to come with a choked moan]

[rideordie]

[So he has to swallow rather than laugh; his shoulders shake briefly anyway as he permits this]

[shortcircuits]

[DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME]

[he's shuddering, panting raggedly, practically unravelling, just a pleased and indulgent mess. poor, proper Professor El-Melloi II]

[rideordie]

[lifts his head, licking his lips, and looks at his handiwork]

[shortcircuits]

[he's shaking and flushed, eyes dark, long hair clinging to his shoulders. he looks dazed and sated, blissful, breathing like he's just fought a battle]

[hey, how long have you been low-key wanting to wreck Waver Velvet?]

[rideordie]

[Like since he summoned me and got all weak-kneed and fussy at the same time]

Hmmm.

[shortcircuits]

. . .

[tilts his head back and starts to laugh]

Fuck.

[rideordie]

[chuckles with a wide grin, lifting Waver off the arm of the couch and sliding him back into his lap]

That's right.

[shortcircuits]

Ahhh, you're not fucking putting that in me without a lot of lube.

[grinning, arms wrapped around him]

[rideordie]

[bursts out laughing and picks up a half empty can of beer]

Well, alchemist? Or should we move?

[shortcircuits]

Take me to bed.

[rideordie]

[downs the beer and scoops him up]