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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]

[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]

[shortcircuits]

[kisses him as he walks, tongue flicking out against Iskandar's mouth]

[rideordie]

[clonks lightly into the doorframe with no visible reaction to the headbonk, then ducks under it and carries him into the bedroom]

[shortcircuits]

[oh no. laughing against his mouth]

[rideordie]

Hm? Something to add?

[gently spills him onto the bed]

[shortcircuits]

Nothing.

[reaching his arms out to him]

[rideordie]

[grins and slides down over him. Big.]

[shortcircuits]

[sighs out in satisfaction, hands running along Iskandar's muscles like he owns them]

You feel great.

[rideordie]

[he's got so many of them but hey, you have time]

Hahh. Shouldn't I be making you feel great?

[shortcircuits]

[sort of zones out for a second. then starts to laugh again]

You think I'm coming again today?

[rideordie]

Yes.

[shortcircuits]

[jesus. well, that fucking helps your case, honestly. Waver draws in a sharp breath obviously affected and mildly annoyed by how easy it is]

Mmhh. Well, do your best. Remember, I'm an old man.

[rideordie]

I'll take responsibility if you can't.

[runs a hand down his thigh, possessive]

[shortcircuits]

You're on . . .

[that came out way more breathless than he intended. he shudders under that touch, leaning up to try to kiss him again]