.:October Fun Times:.

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)





[ You've got mail.

...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.

Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]

RESULTS: Here!

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[ganymed]

[ Ganymede's breath hitches somewhere as his thoughts shift somewhere, towards ... well, less of a coherent path than before with Michel's hand slipping around his cock, stroking at him all at the same time he thrusts into him.

He can only squirm, trying to still get more, but his body seems uncertain which direction to try to lean into more. Soon, Ganymede is letting out another moan, definitely and pleasantly distracted like this, underneath Michel. He can hear the fondness and Ganymede tries to give a look between pouty and not — he still likes that playfulness from Michel despite it. ]

Mm...ahh...I-I don't know.

[ Certainly the events in which his heart and mind have been in such turmoil are not forgotten—an impossibility by even such a moment like this. Though they are certainly in the category of a temporary 'out of mind, out of sight', area, that's for sure. But, like this, he can still think — put together some sentences, even while being pleasured. ]

Maybe — eventually. Y-Yeah, eventually sounds good.

[userunfriendly]

[ Before Ganymede, he never imagined he could feel this giddy. He never thought a pout could look so cute, either. He kisses the corner of Ganymede's mouth, breathing out a quiet chuckle against Ganymede's cheek. ]

"Eventually"...

[ Is Ganymede even tracking the question still? Then again, Michel certainly isn't. His thoughts are on the way Ganymede moves under him, the encouraging squirming and the way Ganymede shifts into his touch. The fact that Ganymede so clearly loves the way he touches him... enough to entice him with that earlier dance, the memory of which can still hasten Michel's movements just a little as he presses deep with a low sigh of contentment. ]

A-and... "eventually," will you dance like that for me again...?

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[ Cheek kisses are rude and not allowed with Ganymede making le pouty expressions. Just kidding, he does lean into the one given, a little, his breath coming a bit faster now. For a moment unable to respond as a gentle moan leaves him other than a nod when Michel repeats the word — eventually. He's clearly not thinking too hard here. ]

Ah...aah...yes. Ah—lways, with you.

[ So good, so good, even at this pace, with Michel's hand wrapped firmly around him, he gives the other male a smile, small, a little dazed. ]

Michel...you're amazing—like this. W-with you...

[ A slight repeat on his words, maybe, but can he be blamed for the way he leaves any bit of thoughtfulness behind? He shifts his arms from holding onto Michel's shoulders and instead wrapped around over them, crossing atop that head of bountiful hair. It's easier like this to move in some way, into the touch or loving, deep thrusts, that are actually enough to get him closer to the edge. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ That "with you" takes on an entirely different light in Michel's mind, considering what they're in the middle of... A shudder ripples through him, his hips jolting more sharply into Ganymede as he tries to press himself even closer, until he can't feel any boundaries between them at all anymore. ]

You're... the amazing one.

[ The sweetness in Ganymede's smile that sends new heat racing through him, the gentle way Ganymede wraps his arms around him as though he wants to hold him close in turn. Michel doesn't think he's the sort of man who would have needed to be his partner's first or only lover. But all the same — it means something to him, that this is a side of Ganymede he's specially privileged to see. That for some incomprehensible reason, Ganymede has chosen him over others.

Every touch is a caress now, his grip around Ganymede's cock a little firmer even as he traces the shape lovingly with his fingertips. Each time Ganymede moves up to meet him Michel rolls his hips down again, his breath leaving him in a sharper gasp. A little faster, a little faster... he doesn't know how much longer he can last if he keeps looking into Ganymede's eyes, but he doesn't want to look away. ]

...I don't know why I was blessed with you.

[ What good deed he did, what karma won him someone who could look at him with that much love? He doesn't remember. But the look on Ganymede's face makes him feel like... there must be more to him than he realizes. Something that Ganymede can see, that's beyond his vision. ]

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[ The incredibly short distance between the two becomes unfathomably smaller; especially with Michel pressing so much closer, like this. His counter to his compliment rings heavier in Ganymede's ears still, though. ]

A-aah...unfair if I'm the only one—

[ Ganymede shivers, only able to let out a soft sound of pleasure in further response, words jumbled, and a bit of a mess like this. Even if the word humble briefly flashes in his head. But it's not something he's unused to in the slightest, even if he'll be certain to always remind him of how much he appreciates him in turn. Like right now, with how much love he's showering him with, touches nothing less than pure affection mixed with the perfect layer of desire.

It is almost as if it pleasantly swallows him up, and Ganymede only desires to continue giving himself up to Michel to receive it all. Including the way the man's hand more firmly and thoughtfully runs over his cock. His thrusts going into him—faster, urgency writ into his actions. He wants to say something, in response to either words, but reality is that the pleasure at first all suddenly and quickly steals his breath away. ]

B-because...!

[ Instead of a proper response, Ganymede finds himself clenching down hard—Michel's name tumbles from his lips, and a nonsensical, unrefined utterance of those three little words. As if because he loved Michel, the blessing of this relationship happened—but, well, is that also wrong?

They both found each other in the deepest sense through the miracle of love. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ It's far from the first time Ganymede has said those words to him. And yet... it feels like it gets more overwhelming each time, rather than less. The softness of it, the breathlessness in his voice. The way he can say them even when his mind seems to be emptied of all other thought, as though beneath everything else, that truth is held pure and unwavering at the very core of Ganymede.

It's that, as much as Ganymede's body warm and welcoming around the length of his cock that makes Michel's hips jerk once more in an uneven thrust as climax crashes over him. It's too soon and too much, but he doesn't stop touching Ganymede; still moving, hand still stroking, turning his face to shower soft and panting kisses all along Ganymede's jaw and soft over his earlobe. ]

I... Ganymede, always—

[ He'll always love him. No matter what part of him is changed. No matter how much he forgets. If he doesn't know how they met, why they fell in love, he'll still always know at least that. He's certain that from the first moment Ganymede loved him, it transformed him into someone who could feel that love in return. It broke that curse. ]

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[ The touches are, perhaps, the culprit in allowing Ganymede to follow soon enough, his vision feeling like it goes so bright, so perhaps it is only natural he can't help it. As if he would prefer to hold on any longer, with those affectionate fingers, careful, yet attentive in where they move, making having increased the pleasure to the extent that the feeling was incandescent, overwhelming. He is barely cognizant of those kisses, in the duration, for that moment. Yet, he can remember the feeling, coming back into it, and hearing those words—

—and it feels complete whether or not the very phrase follows. Ganymede just knows, and thus there is an exchange of words that always resonates with their entire being in the expression of its veritable, and practically irrefutable veracity.

In the haze, he feels himself let out a soft sigh, content, before pressing another little kiss against Michel's lips. Gentle, sweet. ]

Mmm...I almost don't want to move.

[ It'll probably be fine, right? If they stay like this, for a little while, before needing to wash up, probably. Or whatever. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel gives a quiet murmur of agreement, closing his eyes in exhaustion for a moment as he kisses Ganymede back. He knows this can't be comfortable for Ganymede for all that long. Michel's weight on him, Michel still inside him...

That thought wrings another little shiver out of Michel, and he kisses Ganymede again, just for the joy of it. He never wants to be anywhere else, in moments like this. This place is terrible... but they belong with each other. What could be more important than that? ]

I want to stay like this. With you.

[ Always, like this. If not in this exact place, in this bed, then at least by Ganymede's side. He always wants to be the man that Ganymede loves. ]

It's like holding sunlight...

[ganymed]

[ Maybe the true constant is this:

...They always will be precious to one another, no matter what happens. Nothing can prevent that statement from being true. Ganymede firmly believes this, even now.

He doesn't quite let himself immediately fall asleep, though, knowing he should at least let Michel slip out of himself first. He is certainly receptive to the kiss regardless, closing his eyes and returning it gently, but briefly.

'...With you.' ]

I'm happy—I didn't expect to hear differently, but...

[ His lips curl up into a smile. Soft, adoring, at those other words. ]

...If you keep it up, you might just make me blush all over again.

[ He really likes it, those words, and such a compliment. Though, he does wiggle a little pointedly. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ At that wiggle, Michel gives a little groan that fades into a quiet laugh. Admittedly, it crossed his mind for just a second to wonder if it would be possible to fall asleep like this... probably not for either of them. ]

And if you keep wiggling like that, I won't want to move, in an entirely different sense...

[ But he does finally ease back and off of Ganymede, rolling to the side and smiling over as he reaches for him. Ganymede can cuddle close and sleep on top of him instead. That would be fine, wouldn't it? ]

...A blush suits you.

[ And he loves to see it. Loves each time he's been the cause of it even more. ]

And that's a wrap!! 🎀

[ganymed]

[ Hehe. Sorry, Michel, but Ganymede is...honestly happy he made him laugh too. The sound is always so beautiful, and it makes him giddy to hear it. As well as to know he's the reason for that too. How many times have other people made Michel laugh as much as he has? ]

Hmm...that sounds like it'd be bad? Maybe?

[ He jokes softly, and then the other dutifully rolls off of him; naturally, Ganymede comes closer when he reaches, and he will definitely snuggle up to him, prepared to sleep upon his one and only just like that. ]

And your laugh suits you too.

[ Ganymede says softly, childishly but fondly poking back, even as he closes his eyes...quickly drifting off in Michel's arms. It must be funny, how easy it is for the blond to fall asleep, but whenever he's near the other like this? He can't help it. It's also been a long day. ]