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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]

. . .

[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—

[rideordie]

[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]

[shortcircuits]

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

[rideordie]

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

Mmmhh...

[shortcircuits]

[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 . . .

[rideordie]

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

[shortcircuits]

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

[rideordie]

[leans into it with a fond smile]

Three.

[shortcircuits]

. . .

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

I'm not even mad.

[rideordie]

I should hope not...!

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

[shortcircuits]

Oh. Oh . . .

[just sighing that out softly as he strokes his beard, his cheeks, his forehead, his hair]

[rideordie]

[rumbles again, pleased, eyes closing as he lets himself get petted]

[shortcircuits]

[after a while, tone soft, voice thick]

. . . thanks . . .

[rideordie]

Huh?

[shortcircuits]

. . . it was good.

Obviously.

[rideordie]

Obviously. Ahh, I'm pulling out.

[shortcircuits]

[. . . grumbles, sort of bracing himself]

[rideordie]

Relax...

[yah just goes for it]

[shortcircuits]

[hisses out a breath, draping an arm over his eyes]

[rideordie]

[flops down against him, peaceful]

[shortcircuits]

[rolls closer, body language demanding to be held]

[rideordie]

[holds him at once]

Mmm. This is the best part.

[shortcircuits]

. . .



[presses his face into Iskandar's chest]

[rideordie]

[shameless, sweaty, smelly cuddling, huffing his hair]

[shortcircuits]

[this is the bestttt]

[he wraps his arms around him]