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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.]

Comments

[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.]

[rideordie]

[That's just challenge mode. Aka he's stroking the top of Waver's head]

[shortcircuits]

[he jerks back a little, looking up at Iskandar with a hazy expression, brow furrowed, lined]

Wh—

[rideordie]

Hah. Are you stopping?

[shortcircuits]

. . .

[softly, licking his lips again]

No . . .

[rideordie]

Then? [runs fingers lightly through his hair]

[shortcircuits]

Distracting . . .

[stroking his cock slowly, shivering. he's having trouble having Feelings and being Lewd at the same time]

[rideordie]

How'm I distracting you?

[thrusts into that]

[shortcircuits]

Making me emotional.

[rideordie]

Hmm, you don't want emotions to go along with this?