[ just as fitting that this is being done with someone who's willing to give gerome all the power he's craving. it's a climax to everything that's happened, how many times must owain come close to death before his luck runs out? it very well seems like this might be the time. the fact that this death may come not through failure in battle, but through actors moving to their own whims is what truly scares him.
it's up to owain to put his verbal skills to the test...
but he's been craving this touch, this feeling from gerome. if he must meet his end tomorrow, then he can feel this once before that happens. he arches his neck, giving gerome easier access, and can't help the moan that leaves his lips when gerome bites down there. ]
[ it's tempting to let his mouth linger here, to let his tongue and lips nibble and suck at owain's neck as his pulse vibrates. while owain arches his back and moans because of every touch. but, as pleasant as that would be, there's more to feel here.
he exhales slowly and trails his hand down, slow as he can, from owain's hair to his cheek, his neck, his chest. at the same time, he stops loitering at owain's neck and shifts lower, down to his collarbone. ]
[ good, because he liked the sound of that gasp. he throws a light kiss into the mix, one where purely lips meet. after, he takes owain's hand again and brings it to his lips to give his index finger a soft kiss. ]
You're owed more than this for the mischief you caused. And the relentless teasing. [ as a test, this time he licks along the length of owain's finger. ]
[ an amused breath. keeping his head and owain's hand right where it is. he cups owain's hand with one of his, the other makes its way to owain's mouth. a light tap to his lips. ] Your puzzling adoration for my hands.
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it's up to owain to put his verbal skills to the test...
but he's been craving this touch, this feeling from gerome. if he must meet his end tomorrow, then he can feel this once before that happens. he arches his neck, giving gerome easier access, and can't help the moan that leaves his lips when gerome bites down there. ]
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he exhales slowly and trails his hand down, slow as he can, from owain's hair to his cheek, his neck, his chest. at the same time, he stops loitering at owain's neck and shifts lower, down to his collarbone. ]
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congrats ]
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nsfw warning goes here now
it technically goes for the whole thread + two comments up lbr
but here especially
and here
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basically avoid reading the whole thread
we nasty
we're a generous 25 out of 100 nasty but still
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ill pretend its 100 just for you
i appreciate you
ty ty i know im too kind
you really are
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this is nsfw too btw
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