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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

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[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.

[ Looking at Owen bleed makes him think... should he heal him? Half of him thinks yes, but the other half just tells him to leave the injury like that. ]

Really? Because you look done at the very least.

[ Now he's just being insufferable. ]

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