PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

[ 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. ]

[swordhandled]

[ his breathing increases, feeling gerome's hands and lips trail downwards, quietly panting his name ]

[maskarang]

[ he stops before making his way back up. he settles his mouth by owain's ear and whispers low. ] Again.

[swordhandled]

[ lets out a low, shuddering moan ] Gerome.

[maskarang]

Never has a sound ever been so sweet. [ well then. a nuzzle to his ear before going back and kissing owain again, deep as he can. ]

[swordhandled]

I'll say your name as many times as you desire it. [ returning the kiss as deeply as well, eagerly ]

[maskarang]

[ kindly don't mind him as he ravenously consumes owain's lips for a while. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's very much not complaining ]

[maskarang]

[ he wouldn't be able to complain even if he tried. his tongue is too busy. ]

[swordhandled]

[ tongue tied is the correct phrase here i think

literally ]

[maskarang]

[ an apt turn of phrase, but maybe that should be remedied? for a moment at least. how does owain like having his lower lip lightly sucked on? ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's letting out a low gasp; he likes it ]

[maskarang]

[ 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. ]

[swordhandled]

--Returning the kiss from yesterday.

[maskarang]

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. ]

[swordhandled]

[ that shuts him up

congrats ]

[maskarang]

[ takes his congrats and closes his eyes as he lightly bites the tip of owain's finger. another quick kiss follows soon after. ]

[swordhandled]

[ watching, entranced as gerome continues to work his finger with his mouth ]

[maskarang]

[ he suddenly stops and presses his cheek into owain's palm instead ] Speak truthfully. Was this what you were thinking of yesterday?

[swordhandled]

--Pardon? [ whoops. someone was a little too entranced ]

[maskarang]

[ 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.

[swordhandled]

It's not puzzling, I explained it. [ turns his head and presses a kiss to Gerome's finger ]

[maskarang]

In prose. [ tap, tap. ]

[swordhandled]

Shall I explain it again? In another way?

[maskarang]

If you can.