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Who 🍰 owen & frenemies
What 🍬 area explores, depressing conversations, quests???
When 🍭 August
Where 🍫 Lumina Cloth, et cetera
Content Warnings 🥧 Owen, discussions of suicide/suicidial ideation, violence & death, potentially other things that will be updated as needed.

Wildcard me! This will also be where I put open prompts, should I write any unrelated to the event. I might also add more top levels in the body! Hooray! Feel free to hit me on the plotting post, or on discord and plurk, both

revelries.

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[Hien how is he supposed to be nosy and feel your scars if you’re just going to manhandle him like this?? Though at the feeling of the grooves Owen is instantly curious - if they’re scars, why wouldn’t he remove them from his avatar? Owen knows that it’s possible to remove things like that from your avatar, so why keep them?

But then he’s getting hauled up and shoved against the wall, and he tries to brace himself but his head spins with the sudden shift in verticality and the rush of air into his lungs. He pants, sagging a bit, needing several moments before he can speak up again.

He hopes Hien doesn’t rip out his earrings… that would be annoying to deal with.]

Christ.

[His voice is absolutely shot.]

Are you trying to destroy me or something?

[Which isn’t a complaint, at all, but it’s probably for the best these injuries won’t linger. Nobody will see the bruises and bites and ask any questions…]

[ That's the whole point isn't it, is what Hien thinks in response to that question but his mouth is currently busy biting Owen's ear, licking the edges, and eventually moves back down to his neck to suck at the skin, almost viciously, and graze over it with his teeth for the extra sensitivity.

Despite Owen's voice being completely shot, Hien wants to hear him—not in those words that question his actions, but from how Owen's body reacts from what he does to him. That's why one hand continues to gently stroke at his thigh and the other moves up to caress Owen's stomach and later, his chest, over his top. ]

[Is it? Owen wouldn't think so, but it's not exactly like he's an expert on things like this, for all he says otherwise. It's probably what he deserves, though, as opposed doing things in a way that's soft and gentle. That would be too much like lovemaking, and that's not in the cards for him. Not now, not ever.

Not that it's even something he can dwell on, with Hien finally doing something besides biting him and rubbing his thigh. The fact he hasn't stopped... Owen huffs out a weak laugh, pushing his hips back against Hien.]

Do you like my legs, Mr. Administrator?

[He can work with that, and it's good to know just in case. In case of what he's not sure of yet, but it'd be nice to know something Hien's weak for.]

[ It's his first time doing this. Give him a break? Gosh, Owen.

The movement of Owen's hips makes Hien quietly breathe out, almost shakily. ]

It's a shame they're connected to you.

[ So, yes. He likes his legs. That's the closest he'll ever get to admitting it. Why is Owen so pretty--this is unfair. But the way Owen says "Mr. Administrator" serves to nearly turn him off from 100 to 0, so Hien tries to maintain whatever feeling he can keep by rubbing himself against Owen's ass, over the clothes because he won't bother moving them out of the way yet. ]

Hah! That's fair.

[He knows there's not much appeal to his actual personality, so, you know. Understandable the rest of him is a shame. He doesn't take it personally.

His detestable nature is largely by design, after all.]

You can use them as you wish, so long as you don't try to break my bones.

[Hien can be as selfish as he wants. It's probably for the best if he is, so if he just wants to rut against Owen without any care for Owen's pleasure, that would keep things neater. Things are easier when it's just using and being used.

At least the world is slowly stopping all that spinning, so Owen's movements are a bit less uncoordinated and flailing.]

[ The thing about Hien is that if the other person won't feel good, then there's no point in doing this at all. He wouldn't want to stare at someone who's so disinterested in everything that he's trying to do--which is why the earlier reaction when Owen made sounds was something very ideal for Hien.

So that's why he sneaks a hand under Owen's clothes to stroke his cock directly with a firm grip, and tries to see if his chest is somewhat of an erogenous zone by sliding the other hand under those garments as well. He wants to get a reaction--something, anything. So he pinches a nipple hard and lightly tugs. ]

[How is he supposed to compartmentalize this encounter if it's not one-sided?
Honestly. What is wrong with you people?

The plan works, though, Owen letting out a surprised moan. He doesn't bother trying to cover his mouth or bite back the noises - who's even there to see them? Cultist Grunty? It can just go hide in Fandaniel's room or something if it doesn't want to see.

Also it turns out his nipples are sensitive, the pinch drawing a whine out of Owen. This is worse then the choking - it feels way better, which is the problem. It's weird. Having a selfless partner is weird!

Well. It's not like Owen gave anyone else the chance to reciprocate.]

Hey, what gives?

[He could tell Hien to stop and he'd have no choice but to listen, but it honestly doesn't occur to Owen.]

[ It's time to do what Owen hates most: having feelings about encounters he doesn't like(??? assumed). ]

What? You don't like it?

[ The sounds were hot and now Hien feels hot. Great. His fingers continue to pinch, roll, and sometimes knead with the fingertips while his other hand keeps stroking his cock and rubbing the tip with his thumb. ]

Why not?

I was thinking you'd be more s-selfish.

[Ah. It's actually getting embarrassing, all of the noises he's making, and Hien can probably see the blush spreading up his ears and the back of his neck.

Still, he can't admit he's having weird, conflicting feelings about that, because that would be a sign of weakness.]

Most of my partners aren't so charitable, so it's a bit u-unexpected.

[Not that he even has that many partners to list, but what Hien doesn't know won't hurt him.]

[ Luckily for Owen, Hien is normally a service top. He can't get off if his partner doesn't either. ]

That's a shame, because your reactions are hot.

[ He continues his motions, letting them vary with speed so that it doesn't get too monotonous. ]

Edited (Never typing half asleep again) 2023-08-27 18:51 (UTC)

[That’s just fucked up, honestly.]

A shame?

[He grumbles under his breath, before reaching back and grabbing onto Hien’s cloak.]

What’s a shame is that this isn’t nearly enough. You can do more, can’t you?

[He’s still able to think, so clearly that means Hien isn’t trying hard enough, even if he’s starting to tremble and it’s not from lightheadedness this time.]

[ Uwah, he's being pulled in a little. He grumbles a bit. ]

I can, but I don't know what you want.

[ Both of his hands squeeze their focus of grip. ]

So you should tell me.

If I - fuck - tell you what to do, won't you just try to kill me again?

[He's not about to die when they've already gotten this far. That would be mortifying and then he'd never log into the game ever again.]

I'm asking what you like, not forcing you to order me to do them.

[ That's a very crucial difference to Hien. He wants an answer soon, so his hands pause in their movements. They're not going to move until Owen tells him. ]

[He grits his teeth, frustration rising for a moment. This is obnoxious. It's - sweet, probably, that Hien wants to do what he likes, but Owen doesn't...

He doesn't know what he likes.]

Didn't I already tell you to do whatever you want to me? Is that not a good enough answer for you?

It's not enough of an answer, Owen. So tell me, or I'll leave this at a standstill for how ever long you'll deny the answer from me.

[ Either Owen admits that he doesn't know or just bail. ]

[He doesn’t want to just log off while he’s got a boner!!]

I don’t know what I’d like, alright!

[He starts wiggling again, as if he’s trying to escape from how awkward he feels.]

Christ.

[ Why is Owen so mad, is what Hien thinks right now. But, huh. That goes against what he said about being so experienced...

... ]

Tell me whenever if you want more of something, then.

[ Owen's attitude really makes Hien shelf his own so he latches onto his back again, and he doesn't expect Owen to actually tell him, so he'll try to go off sounds. He licks and sucks at his bloody neck, but avoiding the blood. He also licks very close to the wound, but not actually licking it. His hand resumes stroking Owen's cock. ]

[Owen, lying? It's more likely then you think.

He's also right about Owen deciding to stay quiet out of - spite? stubbornness? who knows, with him, but he can't hold back a gasp when Hien gets close to the wound on his neck. He's anticipating him biting down, again, but it's nicer when he's not being mauled like a wild animal.

His hands curl into fists against the wall, and he rocks his hips back more deliberately. Is Hien even getting off like this...?]

What about you?

I like it better when you react.

[ So that it doesn't feel like he's alone in this. He sucks a mark on Owen's neck but away from the injuries and ruts his hips against Owen's ass when Owen rocks his hips back. ]

You're not a live blow-up doll.

[What a weird man...]

So, what, you just want me to make a bunch of noise? I would have thought you'd want me to shut up.

[Considering how crabby Hien seems, that's what he was expecting. Hien would want to put him in his place, use him to get off, and then they'd never speak of this again. Or Owen would just tease him over it and use it as blackmail, that would have been fine, too.

He tries to twist, so he can look Hien in the eyes. He doesn't like having his back to Hien all that much, actually, but actually saying anything about it? That's not happening.]

That's different from talking.

[ As if to prove a point, he lets Owen twist, but only about halfway so that Hien can catch his mouth into a kiss. Those lips might be wounded and all, but he's still being gentle about it. His finger leaves a ghostly trail up Owen's cock then his hand resumes stroking it firmly. ]

[His lips are torn up, sure, but he doesn’t protest the kiss even if it reignites the pain. The pain draws a whine and a shudder out of Owen, his mind going blank for a moment as the blend of pleasure and pain overwhelms him as he comes.

Already.

But he’s too muddled to feel embarrassed about it, at least.]

[ Oh.

Hien didn't expect that, but he seems satisfied that Owen could at least enjoy(?) it. Hien doesn't seem too keen on continuing if Owen wants to stop here--he's had his release and Hien's the kind of person who feels good just by watching their partner get off. ]

Do you want more, or do you want to stop here...?

[He takes a moment to breath, shooting Hien a sullen glare. There's not much heat to him, and he looks absolutely pathetic, red faced and bleeding, but he doesn't care.]

Why would I want to stop?

[It's a weird, foreign feeling... He feels kind of gross as he's standing there, coming down from the rush, but...]

I'm not done with you.

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