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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]

[squeezes Iskandar's shoulders, letting out a sharp moan and grinding up against him, trying to give him friction. ohhhh he wants that in him. he really, really does]

[rideordie]

[Not actively aiming for friction himself now so much as just... being overwhelmingly present against him. He kisses Waver's mouth, his own lips a bit sticky]

[shortcircuits]

[moans, licking at his mouth, which makes him moan louder. his hands move over Iskandar, his shoulders, his arms, his back, just trying to touch him everywhere, heat flooding through him at Iskandar's weight pressing against him]

[rideordie]

[grins again]

Hmm... Ahh, it's good with you.

[shortcircuits]

Of. Of course it is.

[he stumbles on that]

[rideordie]

Of course it is.

[squeezes his leg]

[shortcircuits]

I had no doubts.

[a bit of a grin as he yanks him down for another kiss]

[rideordie]

[nips a bit, kissing him hard]

[shortcircuits]

Mmh! Mm . . .

[starting to get a little restless, demanding, feeling him up more pointedly. reaching for his cock again]

[rideordie]

[thrusts against that] You want to get that oil now?

[shortcircuits]

[distractedly, just stroking him, slow and intent on the sensation]

In . . . in a minute.

[rideordie]

In a minute, then.

[sort of reclines, then, just rocking into his touch]

[shortcircuits]

. . . get on your back.

[rideordie]

[flops over with a laugh]

[shortcircuits]

[hissing and grumbling]

Don't make fun of me. Why are you laughing.

[rolling over on top of him]

[rideordie]

I'm having fun. [runs hands up his back]

[shortcircuits]

[shivers, leaning over him, hair spilling down over his narrow shoulders]

Mmh, this is . . . good. It's good.

[rideordie]

It's good.

[shortcircuits]

[. . . hey, I want to move down here a little so I can fondle your dick]

[rideordie]

[Certainly isn't stopping him, one eye open to watch]

[shortcircuits]

. . .

[staring down at his cock. it big.]

[rideordie]

Well?

[shortcircuits]

. . . heh.

[wrapping his hand fully around it, stroking, leaning down to lick the head]

[rideordie]

[lets out a rough sigh, resting a hand on Waver's head]

[shortcircuits]

[no don't do that I might like. cry. or otherwise embarrass myself. when I'm just trying to suck a dick.]