altimit | catch all >> september

[ Fandaniel doesn't answer immediately. During that pause, he looks away, at the sky. Maybe he's thinking of jumping to avoid answering, but... no. How pointless that would be! ]

My younger sister. Her laugh, her voice asking me to come and play like she used to before she died.

[ Content though he was to carry on grinding and moaning against one another, it's made clear enough that the man desperately rocking against him has run out of patience. It would seem Hector knows exactly what he wants, too, and who is Fandaniel to deny him that?

It's quicker to press his mouth to Hector's neck and then, quickly after, his teeth, setting them to skin and biting in with no interest in being gentle about it. He won't kiss or lick or soothe his bites, no, not even a little. Where he bites, he intends to leave angry, bruising marks, and that same roughness will be felt soon enough from his fingers as well.

Where his hand has been led, he traces fingers over the curve of that ass first before delving deeper, seeking entrance with just as much kindness as his teeth are granting Hector. In the game, there isn't much resistance to driving two fingers into him immediately, although it may be a sudden shock for Hector himself. No resistance means he can sink those in as far as he likes before scissoring them open, then crooking them sharply against those tight inner walls.

Time to see just how many different noises he can get out of the man wriggling away on his lap. ]

I'm aware, much like I think you are also aware that I can manage it.

[ After all, Fai is the type to tell someone to go ahead and kill him if they threaten him. Matching someone's crazy is a little too easy for him to do.

His grip on Fandaniel's arm tightens, his fingertips pressing hard into his skin. ]

Do you really think I'll stop playing if the only time I have left with you is in this game? You know me better than that, you jerk.

[ Sorry, Fai. This will be the one time Fandaniel manages to out-crazy you, for the worst. As he continues to hang on, all Fandaniel can do is smile at him. It's a soft smile, at least, with none of that rude smugness or cruel or empty edge to it for once. ]

You make a fair point, I'll give you that, but I cannot guarantee that you'll still like me by the end of this.

[ As soft as that smile is, all it does is make Fai furrow his brows, his own lips pulling into a deep frown. ]

Why do you say that? What do you mean?

Because what will make it easier to let go of me, if not making you hate me?

[ Which may explain his next move, if nothing else. Partly to piss him off, partly to get him to let go, Fandaniel turns towards Fai and steps in closer, his free arm moving fast to reach up and tangle a fist in the front of his warlock robes.

He yanks the taller man down to his level, specifically so that he can kiss him. ]

[ It may be a brief kiss, but it's one that stuns Fai enough that he's frozen in place, wide-eyed, even after he pushes Fandaniel away. ]

...Amon.

[ He could lecture Fandaniel, tell him that he shouldn't be kissing Fai when he's taken and he's well aware of it, but that's the thing isn't it? Fandaniel knows that, knows that this would be the only kiss Fai wouldn't welcome from him.

He's purposefully crossing a boundary.

What else can he even say? ]

[ And with that, Fandaniel doesn't even have to wrench his arm away from Fai. He's pushed away instead and that's exactly what he wanted. ]

Yuui. [ He takes a step away, one arm sweeping behind his back and the other before him and at that point, he offers a mocking little bow to Fai. ] Let us enjoy the last few months we have together but! For now, I must take my leave.

[ Fandaniel pops back up from the bow and turns away, leaving Fine Wine's @ home -- and it's guild leader -- behind. ]

[...Damn. Does everyone here have a dead loved one or something?

And if so, what the hell is she even doing here?

There's a pause as she digests that information. And then, tone a little softer:]

...What happened to her?

A car accident.

[ Nothing too wild. Those... happen, unfortunately, though if Shoka is without a dead loved one and the normal one in the game, then maybe she should run, run far away. ]

It was a bad one. The only side that was not crushed was where I was sitting.

[Yael doesn't like anyone, as far as Owen can tell, though he's only ran into the man once.]

...

[He stares at Fandaniel for a long, long moment, the silence dragging on before he snorts.]

That's stupid.

[Well, alright then.]

Why set yourself an expiration date like that? You have no idea what's going to happen between now and the end of the beta, so why do you think you're still going to want to die months down the line? Or are you hoping you find a reason to want to continue living?

[ There's a soft laugh in response to Owen's snort and declaration. That's stupid. ]

Which part? All of it?

[ Though Fai thinking he's pulling this shit because he brought his boy toy to their lunch certainly is stupid, he won't deny that. He isn't particularly set on defending his own decisions, either, and so, the answer is a shrug. ]

There's a reason for it but I fail to see why I should reveal all of my secrets to you, Owen. As it is, you know far too much about me already, don't you think?

Do you think it'll reunite you with your sister?

[Since he already threw tact out the window, might as well double down.]

That's fair enough, though. I know an awful lot about you and you know very little about me. Would you feel better if you knew some of my secrets?

[A rare, exclusive, one time offer?]

[ A low, raspy breath slips from Hector's lips as he feels the teeth sink into his neck. This is what he wants, what he needs. His eyes clench shut briefly, enduring the slight twinge of pain, but he keeps on. He keeps on rocking against Fandaniel's cock, the extra movement doubtlessly tearing into his skin. He doesn't care.

But his movements lurch, stutter when Fandaniel's fingers press in; the tips of his own dig into his shoulder. He arches into him, choking out a moan into his ear. ]

Hah—

[ It ripples through him, his physical body reacting and resisting though his virtual one lets the other man right in. He shudders, breathes hard in tandem with the way Fandaniel strokes his insides, feeling the way he's slowly prying him open, leaving him bare.

It scarcely matters that he's older, or taller. He's putty in Fandaniel's hands. ]

Reunite us? No, I know better than to think that.

[ There's no lofty belief that he'll meet his family by going into some great white light or heaven or anything of the sort. Ah, but that's an interesting offer from Owen. How unexpected.

He quirks an eyebrow, head tilting slightly, curiously. ]

If you're feeling so giving, yes, actually, that would make me feel better.

[ There's a lot to be said about self-control here when Fandaniel, who direly wants to move forward and bury his dick into Hector as roughly as he can, a desire that only grows hotter and more urgent with every rock of Hector's hips against him, but he chooses not to. No, with how he's squirming so delightfully in his lap like this, he opts to tease the poor man further first.

One more bite, hard, teeth digging into another spot along Hector's neck, sure to leave bruises in only the game, though he certainly hopes the sensation will carry over into reality for a time. Wouldn't that be nice? Ah, but yes, after that one, he parts way from that and laughs quietly against warm skin.

The words that come chasing after it are breathy and amused. ]

Why do I get the feeling that I could make you come with just this alone? [ A third finger is added as he pulls them back out, then pushes all three in together, once more spreading his fingers, stretching him out even further. ] Do you want that, Hector? Hmm? Or do you want to ride me like a good boy?

[ Funny that he, someone younger and smaller, would be the one calling Hector a boy, but Fandaniel would like to guess that he's into this sort of teasing. ]

[And doesn't that paint a crystal clear picture?]

...Sorry. That all of that happened.

Mm, so am I, and so were many, many other people! Right up until it was time to dump me off in some orphanage somewhere, so... please, save your pity.

I grew tired of that very early on.

Is that so? I see.

[He won’t press for the whys, even if there’s a morbid curiosity there.

Now, as for his secrets… At least it’s just the two of them in this guild, so no chance of anyone overhearing.]

How much do you want to know? But I suppose I can start with one of the most interesting little facts about me, in that I’ve nearly died twice. Once at my own hand, and once because a “disgusting, lying faggot” like myself didn’t deserve to live anymore.

[He tilts his head, a crooked smile on his face.]

[ If only he could feel shocked but... ]

Oh? Then perhaps I should ask for details so I avoid trying the same way you did.

[ He makes light of it. How can he not? It's a heavy subject and yet Owen simply smiles through it, that same crooked way that Fandaniel himself feels about, well, nearly everything. ]

Though the second time... That's why I keep how I am to myself when at home.

[ There is a part of Hector, the one that quickly slips from reality as Fandaniel slides in a third, that worries about the bruises on his neck. How is he going to explain this to his coworkers, he wonders? How can he hide his neck in front of guests tomorrow? It isn't cold enough for a scarf, or a jacket. Someone is inevitably going to ask questions— ]

Fuck—

[ Oh, but he won't remember until he's washing his face tomorrow morning, fingers tracing along the phantom pains of these bites, that it isn't real.

Right now, though, all he can think about is how Fandaniel keeps pulling him wider, wider, how he's here for the taking, how hot he feels in this water, pressed flush up against the smaller man. He tries to keep his rhythm, movements, but he's getting too desperate. He needs that dick in him, now.

With a breathy little chuckle and a weak grin, he looks down at Fandaniel through lidded eyes. He's honestly not all that bad looking, haircut included. ]

I'll be good. [ He does like the teasing, though he'll never, ever admit it out loud. His voice is raw, gravelly. ] I'll ride you.

[ He takes a hand to reach around and swat Fandaniel's hand away. And when he's free, he'll drag that same hand up the other man's cock, angling his hips to take him in—

—a lot faster than he anticipates, considering he could have done it like this to begin with (thanks VR!). His eyes burst open in surprise, then flutter. A loud, pitched cry spills from his lips as Fandaniel fills him up to the brim. ]

[Honestly? Fair.]

...Hey. You're a scientist, right? Why'd you end up going into that of all things?

[ Fandaniel will allow his hand to be swatted away, drawing it back up along Hector's ass and settling it on a hip. He does let out a harsh breath when that hand brushes his own cock, hard and more than ready, but any further sound is bitten back by teeth in his own lip, instead drawing back to watch Hector bring himself in line and drop on him so suddenly.

Now that? That does earn a burst of noise from Fandaniel, a sudden outgoing gasp as all the air leaves his lungs from the sheer shock of how quickly he finds his dick surrounded by tight, gripping muscle. His grip on Hector's hips tightens, fingertips digging into flesh, and after the moment of dizzying pleasure, he sorts out his thoughts enough to laugh out loud at the older man's surprise. ]

Mm? Was that... too much for you? Haha...

[ And just to drive that point home, he rolls his hips up sharply, jostling Hector about on his dick when there's nowhere further to go. ]

You want to die, but you’re afraid of someone else doing the dirty work for you? Or is it a matter of pride?

[Owen’s winning personality definitely didn’t have any impact on things.]

Is it worth it to make yourself miserable?

[ It's not like Fandaniel can go any deeper, it's not like Fandaniel can stuff Hector any fuller than he already is, but the jostling gives him the illusion that it's possible, moving around and rearranging his insides. Hector's eyes flutter, his head tilts back—if Fandaniel hadn't gotten the chance to see the mess he's made on his neck, now's the time—and he exhales. The movements cause little ripples in the water; he hasn't even had the chance to get used to this again. ]

You're... [ He collects himself, despite his shortening breath, aching desire to ride Fandaniel's brains out to Mac Anu and back, because he needs to find some semblance of control to do that.

He smiles lazily, hands dragging down from his shoulders to rest on his chest. And with a slight shift, he begins to lift himself and oh, does this feel tight, that friction sending sparks of ecstasy all up and down his limbs. ]

...Hah, just right.

catch all >> september

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cw suicide & homophobia for the people snooping in this log idk

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