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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

[shortcircuits]

[ugh]

. . . just a man.

[rideordie]

So, it's pretty normal to want to hear things clearly, huh?

[shortcircuits]

If you say so.

[it's not . . . dismissive. it really is "if you say so"]

[rideordie]

I think that's more or less right.

[shortcircuits]

. . . in any case, you have me. You have me.

[kissing him lightly, almost chaste, then with more hunger]

Please have me.

[rideordie]

I want to have you. Ahh, I'll take you and keep you. Will you permit it?

[grins against his mouth]

[shortcircuits]

I'm all yours.

[rideordie]

[kisses him harder, running fingers around against his scalp to cradle his head]

[shortcircuits]

[grabs onto his stupid beard and kisses fiercely]

[rideordie]

[kisses back, dragging Waver closer]

[shortcircuits]

[maybe if I just pour all my feelings into kissing my king I'll feel better]

[rideordie]

[Hey hows that working]

[shortcircuits]

[well, I'm frantically making out with Alexander the Great, so. good?]

[Waver slides his hands down Iskandar's chest, slowly]

[rideordie]

[squeezes Waver's ass]

[shortcircuits]

Oil—in the drawer.

[rideordie]

Hmm, and you're ready for that now?

[reaches for the drawer, fishing around in there, probably knocking things out]

[shortcircuits]

[taking the opportunity to grope him again]

I am.

[rideordie]

[moves into that] Mmm, mmm. Very well.

[pops the top]

[shortcircuits]

[. . . goes a little red, burying his face in Iskandar's neck]

Mmhh . . .

[rideordie]

[Pouring some out over his fingers]

Ah. Concerned?

[rubs a finger against him]

[shortcircuits]

[hisses out a breath]

Concerned is not the word I would use . . .

[pushing back against that]

[rideordie]

[Presses it into him with no hesitation] Tell me a word, then.

[shortcircuits]

Ahh.

[that wasn't really a word so much as a throaty, loud moan. his head drops forward.]

[rideordie]

I'll take that one. [Sliding it deeper]

[shortcircuits]

Mmh—good, good . . .

[starting to shift slightly, knees braced, chest heaving as he draws in a shuddering breath]