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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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[taking the opportunity to grope him again]

I am.

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

[pops the top]

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

Mmhh . . .

[Pouring some out over his fingers]

Ah. Concerned?

[rubs a finger against him]

[hisses out a breath]

Concerned is not the word I would use . . .

[pushing back against that]

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

Ahh.

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

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

Mmh—good, good . . .

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

Good man, let go...

[rocking it into him, slow and deep]

[gives him sort of a baleful look, even as he spreads his thighs and grinds back]

Ohho? [bends that finger] Really?

Fuck—

[rocks back against that, searchingly, thighs straining]

That's good, that's better.

[thrusts it roughly]

[. . . moans openly, hands grabbing onto Iskandar's biceps and kneading]

More—

Ahhh. As you command. [begins pressing another in]

[groans, holding onto Iskandar's shoulders, arching his back to make that easier, to give himself more leverage to just shamelessly push back against Iskandar's broad, rough fingers]

[it feels—achingly good, both the sensation and just the realization that this is happening. Iskandar's words hit him hard, his moan turning a little ragged, heat creeping up his cheeks as he stares at him, eyes wild and dark]

Ahh. That's right, I'm at your command.

[thrusts both fingers into him roughly, arm tight around him]

Don't—mmhn, don't make fun of me—

[said with very little heat, eyes heavy-lidded]

I'm being entirely serious, Waver Velvet.

[ffffuck, fuck . . .]

Wh—nnnh. What do you want?

[rolling his hips again, driving himself back eagerly]

I want to fuck you hard and leave you swearing and sweaty and wrecked and then to lay beside you and when you find your tongue we talk about whatever we feel like. The night sky. Your future.

[sucks in a sharp breath, a low whine]

Rider—R-Rider—

[he clutches at his arms, palms roaming over his chest, then leans in to just kiss him desperately]

[kisses back, pumping his fingers into him]

[Waver feels dizzy, intoxicated, he wants that as much as Rider, and is clearly getting more frantic and eager, letting out hoarse noises as his breath becomes more and more labored. he's . . . getting hard again, cock rubbing up against Iskandar's abs]