aw fuck not this asshole again (
trollophoroi) wrote in
altimit2023-10-09 08:50 pm
catch all >> october
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.
WHAT >> Various closed threads.
WHEN >> October
WHERE >> Various places.
Content Warnings >> Violence for sure, will add as things come up.

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His brows raise when he sees the classier skin, interest clearly piqued. He takes a few steps forward to get a closer look at it and tentatively runs his finger and thumb over the hem of the sleeve. ]
Yeah, actually. Send it to me, lemme try it on.
[ He steps back and looks to Fandaniel with a little grin on his face. ]
And if there's other stuff you want to put me in, I don't mind.
[ It's his way of saying, dress me up all you want. He'll take any opportunity to show off he can, to be honest.
Though he hears Shoka's voice in the back of his mind: Fandaniel might be a Phase. A little reminder to himself not to think too much with his dick, but he gets to play dress up with his little fuck buddy :( :( how can he not :( :( ]
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Let me switch. [ And this time it's to this vampy little number. ] Really, if you have the GP to spare, the random skin tickets are hilarious. This round I got two like this and then several more modern outfits.
[ But he also got himself some traderizer items, which he pops now from his inventory. There'll be a trade screen that blinks into existence for Hector, the butler outfit placed in it for him to grab and try on. ]
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Hector's expression blinks into one of pleased surprise when he sees all the cleavage, and he's way too busy appraising Fandaniel in the fit that he doesn't immediately see the trade window right away. He's busy!!! ]
—Oh, right.
[ He quickly takes it and it takes about a second for him to swap skins, and there he stands: chest nicely filling out the upper half, ass filling out the lower. Does it suit him? He eyes Fandaniel, that question written all over his face as he quirks a brow. Well? He needs your appraisal, little man. ]
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But anyway, hey, Hector, his eyes are up here? Oh, who are we kidding. He practically preens at the attention, taking easy note of the stare and the lag in time for Hector to notice the trade window, but then he's in the butler skin and it's his turn to stare.
Or more like, appraise. He taps a curled knuckle to his lips, other hand tucking itself over his crooked elbow. He looks Hector up and down, then moves to walk in a slow circle about him, looking him over from every angle. ]
Well, you do fill it out very well, but... I don't know. Yes, you look good, but does it suit you? Perhaps less formal is the way to go. You give off a very rugged vibe, after all.
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Hector stands straight, patiently, and perhaps posing a little (sticking out his ass) as Fandaniel appraises him. His eyes rest on him, taking in what reactions he can suss out. And so he's not too surprised when he doesn't come back with a glowing review. ]
I had a feeling. And I think I agree with you. [ A beat— ] Wait, hold on.
[ There's a brief pause while Hector grabs another one of his skins, a more sleazy kind of suit. He spreads his arms, letting Fandaniel get a view of all angles (or to press his face in his exposed chest he didn't care), if he wants. ]
Something like this?
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Oh. ]
That is much better, yes. [ He will refrain from shoving his face against exposed chests, thanks, but he does make a show of letting his gaze rake up and down him before settling on his chest. ] So you did partake of the random skin tickets after all. Excellent to know.
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[ At this point, Hector only has about five skins. He sees where Fandaniel's looking, though, and he sets his hand on his chest. Not to hide it, no; a finger slips beneath the fabric, pushing the hem to the side. u wanna see more bb? ]
You saying I should go back for more, then? Maybe I'll get something you like.
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I already like this but you never know what you'll get. You could end up with something even better. Hmm, let me see. What do I have that's more modern... ah. Here.
[ He'd popped a screen open for his eyes only, sorting through what he has stored, and then he slips into this skin. As he had said, something more modern, although he could do with a few more shirt buttons left open if he wants to even remotely match what Hector has going on. ]
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I think I like this.
[ He snaps the suspender as he draws his hand back, and he grins up at Fandaniel. ]
You're cute.
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[ Fandaniel smirks at the suspender snap. Somehow, he isn't surprised. It's almost like the natural reaction to suspenders is to snap one. When Hector's hand retreats however, Fandaniel's hand follows in its wake, reaching up to see if he can hook a finger into the choker Hector wears as part of the get-up and give it a tug down towards his level. ]
I have one that I consider to be even cuter but it falls more in line with sleepwear than it does going out for a night on the town.
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This close, though, his smile comes back, but in a slightly different way. ]
Oh, I didn't realize we were going out. [ It's hard to tell if he's feigning ignorance, or he's genuinely surprised. ] Show me your sleepwear.
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Ha, well, no. We were not.
[ Which makes it a simple issue to let Hector go, finger unhooking from the choker to do so, and to do a quick scroll through his inventory again until he finds it. What he swaps to technically isn't sleepwear. It comes with a sleek white raincoat, after all, which he leaves on for now but under that?
A simple outfit of a t-shirt and shorts. Without the coat and other dangly bits, they do, in fact, look like they would make for comfortable sleepwear. ]
I found myself rather taken with the aqua color of the shirt.
[ He adds, idly running a hand down the front of it to force out any wrinkles that might remain, although that gesture alone is a force of habit. Nothing here really ever wrinkles. ]
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Freed, Hector rights himself a bit and takes a half a step forward, clearly much too close into Fandaniel's personal space. His brows raise with approval when he sees the skin that comes next—the low collar, the leg... ]
I don't blame you. It's a good color on you.
[ He gently rests his hands on the collar of the jacket, though, and slowly begins to peel it off his shoulders. ]
You don't need this though, do you?
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[ Fandaniel manages to ask this with a surprisingly innocent tone of voice, head tilting a hint to the side, although the tone is there innocence ends. His smile is mischief incarnate, if anything. ]
No, certainly not. Why don't you take it off for me?
[ Which Hector has already begun doing but there it is, the blessing to get rid of it and get himself some bare arms to go with the bare legs. ]
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He chuckles low. ] Don't mind if I do.
[ One hand slowly peels the coat from his shoulders, fingers dragging along the skin as he does. He lets gravity take care of the other side, and the rest of the coat. Because once it's gone, he copies Fandaniel by hooking a finger into his collar and dragging him closer for a slow, sensual kiss.
His other finger ghosts up and down Fandaniel's bare arm, tracing patterns along what muscle or bone he can feel. Hee hee. Are you ticklish little man? ]
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Although the most Hector's light touches along his arm will get his an amused chuckle muffled against his lips, he will find more muscle than bone. He's certainly still a slender man but hardly the thin, willowy waif that some people are (cough fai cough).
A step is taken to close the distance between them, following that tug of his collar. While Hector's hands make themself busy, so will Fandaniel's, though his press against the older man's shirt and then drag themselves down, down, down to his belt. There, they will linger, playing with the buckle as though he might be... considering something. ]
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He shivers a little as the other man's hand drifts down. They're practically flush against one another at this point, and Hector is fully expecting those fingers to dip beneath the band. So when they don't, the movements of his own lips slow, eventually stop, and he pulls back, but just barely. ]
Hm?
[ It's a curious, light hum, and he searches Fandaniel's face for answers. ]
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Mm, only considering the best way to go about this. It might be easier for my side if you were sitting on the couch.
just slaps the nsfw on here just in case
A grin bursts across his face as he tilts his head. ]
Oh? Sure.
[ So he steps back and finds his way to the couch. He plops down comfortably, one arm propping his cheek up from the arm rest, the other slung over the back. ]
surprise he's just getting him a different belt-- ok no it's going to be nsfw
[ And yet, it's charming. Hector is damn lucky he's top-tier in every other department. In any case, Fandaniel says that with a fondness, at least, as he follows Hector to the couch but doesn't sit. ]
Here, help me down. I'm still a bit stiff.
[ Har har, stiff, wait, okay, no, he means literally. His side? The ribs? Yeah, those. He holds a hand out expectantly, needing a strong arm to hang onto to carefully lower himself to his knees before the man. ]
i've been had!!!!!
He hears the fondness, though, so he won't argue.
Fandaniel's request has him leaning forward to grasp his hand, tense his arm so that he gets the support he needs. Ah, right, his ribs. There's a concerned little glint in Hector's eyes as Fandaniel gets to his knees, and he runs his other hand through his hair as he speaks. ]
Don't push yourself too hard, okay? I'll be gentle with you.
[ Because he doesn't want to aggravate the wound, obviously... Anyway, he leans back on the couch again, hand still resting on Fandaniel's head, but he makes no move to undo his pants. He'll leave the honors to him. ]
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[ Fandaniel will have to accept gentleness for the time being. It might not be so bad, in the right hands, but at the moment? It'll Hector who had better hope for some gentleness right now. He scoots forward, nudging Hector's knees far apart so he can deposit himself close up between them. ]
You know, Hector, I am beginning to wonder if asking for fashion advice was simply an excuse.
[ An excuse to play dress-up in-person with an entirely unsurprising outcome, considering how all of their meetings seem to go these days. Not that Fandaniel is complaining, of course.
He traces a finger along the inside of one of Hector's thighs, all the way up to his crotch and over it, to the button and zipper. His other hand moves to join the first, undoing them both. ]
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He gives a grin, though his answer comes with a quiet, hitched inhale first. ]
It was a genuine question. You weren't the only one I asked. [ His fingers rake through Fandaniel's hair, his thumb gently runs over the ridge of his ear. His eyes fall lidded, and there's an odd fondness in his eyes. ] But you know I'd never turn down a chance to see you in person.
[ Even though he was genuinely kind of expecting to go through more outfits... Two is enough. ]
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I am beginning to believe you are always ready to go, Hector.
[ Although toying with him like this definitely helps him along, doesn't it? ]
Never turning down a chance to see me.
[ He looks up as he idly carries on rubbing Hector through his underwear, his own eyes lidding and his head tilting towards the fingers in his hair and against his ear. ]
I like the sound of that. Ah, but do you have your answer yet? On what style to go with? Considering how this one is going for you, I would highly suggest it...
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Something with an open chest. [ He murmurs this. He's clearly very content right now. The fingers in Fandaniel's hair massage at his scalp in kind. ] Maybe with a fancy coat. Mmh— Tight pants, probably...
[ Hmm. He thinks he knows the answer, but it's worth asking anyway.
His hand shifts, thumb lightly grazing his cheek. ]
Are you a tits man or an ass man, Fandaniel?
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