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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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[begins just going at him, hard and fast, hands gripping his hips to keep him there for it]

Hnnh—

[moaning more raggedly, entire body straining. he's breathing incredibly hard, feverishly roaming his hands over Iskandar's shoulders and arms]

[pulls Waver's hair, raising his own knees to brace Waver as he leans him back and fucks harder, groaning low and his gaze again fixed on Waver's face]

. . .

[yanks his head against the hold on his hair]

[doesn't let him up] Ahh, stay riiight here.

[flashes a shit-eating grin and slams down onto him]

Make me.

[grins and lifts him, then rolls him over, slamming him into the mattress and pressing back in]

[okay, now there's no coherent words from Waver, just loud and constant cursing, hands grabbing at his back fingernails clawing]

[just absolutely fucking him into the mattress, bulk covering him, the whole bed creaking and thumping]

[fuck, Waver does not want this to end, but he's strung out between not knowing how much more of this he can take, and also just being really, wildly horny now, cock achingly hard. he tries to brace one heel against the mattress, the other leg sort of draping and pressing against Iskandar's side, though he doesn't really need the leverage with Iskandar just hauling him around]

[Waver claws his way down Iskandar's arms, then grabs the headboard over his head, knuckles white, just holding on for dear fucking life]

[growls, pressing deep]

Gorgeous.

Yours—

[just gasping that, harsh and ragged, sweating and panting and flushed and definitely almost near tears, straining for an orgasm that's just out of reach]

Always.

[fiercely, pleased, fucking him deep, his voice so thick it's just a low rumble] I want you with me. Make it happen.

[jerks, meeting his gaze, eyes going wide—then presses them very tightly closed, gritting his teeth and practically holding his breath as he arches up, entire body tightening with the orgasm that starts to rush through him]

[presses deep, almost too deep, breath hitching, staring at him. On the edge but just straight up not letting himself come yet]

. . .

[Waver manages to force one eye open after a moment, desperate to look up at Iskandar, and the last inch of resolve and restraint he has just—it just breaks. he's panting and shuddering underneath him and just lets out a loud, hoarse cry, dizzy and unrestrained, come striping his stomach, body tightening around Iskandar]

Fuck—fuck, fuck—

[lets out an unrestrained shout at that, weight heavy on Waver as he thrusts again, roughly, unsteadily, letting Waver take it as he grinds his way to another orgasm himself, face ecstatic]

[flings his arms around Iskandar's neck, clinging on and just moaning and cursing his way through that as well, cheeks bright red]

[seems to take a while to work through his orgasm despite having come earlier already, hips pumping, heat spreading into him.]

Mmmhh...

[by the time Iskandar starts to slow, Waver is just a fucking puddle underneath him, zoned out, staring at him, honestly just indulging in the sensation of heat and warmth and ache inside of him]

Ahhh . . .

[rumbles agreement, just resting over him, not trying to pull out yet]

[. . . eventually gets up the tiniest bit of energy to just press a hand to his cheek]

[leans into it with a fond smile]

Three.

. . .

[it takes a second, and then he just sort of . . . wheezes]

I'm not even mad.

I should hope not...!

[laughs, but mostly just a warm rumble at this point]