catch all >> october

[trollophoroi]

WHO >> Fandaniel & Frightening October Threads OooOOooOo
WHAT >> Various closed threads.
WHEN >> October
WHERE >> Various places.
Content Warnings >> Violence for sure, will add as things come up.

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[secondthoughts]

[ Ow! The scrape and the pain come with a shocked, breathy gasp and a flutter of the eyes. What Fandaniel doesn't see is how the pain rushes through him and leaves him lightheaded in the best kind of way.

And so Hector's head moves, unsteady as he looks down at Fandaniel, his words not exactly registering at first. He won't? Why? Hector's hand drops from Fandaniel's head to his shoulder, as though attempting to push him off, but nothing really comes of it; Hector is putty with Fandaniel's hand on his cock, and he can't really do or say much in protest as he strokes him, slow, keeping his thoughts at bay. ]

—Oh. [ He swallows thick, eyes clouded with lust settled on the other's. Here he lounges, just barely undressed, and Fandaniel has all of the control over him now. If Fandaniel wants him to stay like this, he'll do it. He'll do whatever he wants. ] Okay.

[ His hand slips away, but his eyes stay transfixed on him. His legs open just a touch wider, as though inviting him in. Do what you want to me. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ Always so malleable. Fandaniel loves that about Hector, how easily he surrenders to his desires... provided it feels good. With a quiet laugh at the man's expense, he leans back in, taking Hector's cock back into his mouth and giving the head of it a good tonguing before he sinks further down to carry on sucking the man off where he had left off.

While he does keep a palm firmly pressed against Hector's balls, rubbing them through the fabric, he does imagine that may only frustrate further seeing how he'd just told him he wasn't allowed to disrobe. Somehow, that thought only makes it all the more fun for Fandaniel. ]

[secondthoughts]

[ Oh, it always feels good. Hector is almost convinced he would find anything Fandaniel does to him exceedingly pleasurable, so long as Fandaniel gets joy out of it. He's just submissive like that.

But indeed, like being tied up, knowing he's stuck dressed does something to him, and he shivers when those lips come around him again. He melts into the cushions of the couch; one arm lazily drapes across the back of the couch while the other reaches to tangle in Fandaniel's hair again.

A quiet moan rolls in his throat with his deep exhale. Ever so slightly, he rolls his hips into Fandaniel's touch through the fabric, getting what he can with what little he's allowed. Slow isn't bad at all sometimes, no. Because he knows what comes at the end of this is going to feel fucking fantastic. ]

Ngh, Fandaniel...

[ His voice drips with ecstasy as it rolls from his lips. The vowels of his name scratch at his throat in the most tantalizing way. Fuck, when did he start having all this control over Hector? ]