PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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we nasty

[swordhandled]

Not like I lasted any longer. [ he sounds very content, even if his pants are now... moist ]

we're a generous 25 out of 100 nasty but still

[maskarang]

... I suppose not. [ he doesn't sound like he minds. actually, his lips quirk and he seems pretty happy about it. his own pants he's less happy with but, well. make choices with the wrong head and this is what happens. ]

nasty

[swordhandled]

But, I could hardly ask for anything better for our first time uniting our bodies. [ look. this counts. they both came. it counts as sex ]

ill pretend its 100 just for you

[maskarang]

[ it totally counts as sex ] There was something intoxicating about your passion. No matter what you're doing, you're too lovely for words.

i appreciate you

[swordhandled]

I have the person I'm most passionate about within my grasp, after all. [ nuzzles him ]

ty ty i know im too kind

[maskarang]

I'm glad to hear it. [ a light, happy hum. congratulations, owain, you've unlocked more noises! ]

you really are

[swordhandled]

Though, passion's not just limited to me. You, yourself, were pretty passionate, Gerome. [ !! more noises!! ]

[maskarang]

How could I be anything else with you beneath me?

[swordhandled]

--I rather like you on top, to be honest.

[maskarang]

[ hm. he shifts and lightly kisses the corner of owain's mouth. ] Next time as well, then.

[swordhandled]

[ kisses him back ] As many times as you want.

[maskarang]

A courageous offer considering I won't tire of this anytime soon. [ trailing his hand down owain's side and to his pants. using his index and middle fingers to creep toward the pants button. ]

[swordhandled]

I had hoped that you wouldn't. [ shifting back slightly so Gerome can have easier access ]

[maskarang]

Good. [ how accommodating of owain. but he actually just moves his hand past the buttons and settles it over owain's dick. ]

By the way, do you want to wash up?

[swordhandled]

--Would you care to join me if I do?

[maskarang]

I more than care to. I prefer it.

[swordhandled]

Let's go then, you and I.

[maskarang]

All right. [ that means getting up but. fine, fine. one last lingering kiss before he shuffles off of owain and gets up. ]

[swordhandled]

[ it's fine, time for more kisses will come soon. owain shuffles into the bathroom and feels no shame when he starts stripping off his pants in front of gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ and he feels no shame when he leans in the doorway and watches ]

[swordhandled]

[ turning his head back so he can look at gerome. it's a bold pose ] Like what you see?

[maskarang]

Always. Now that I've seen you like this, how am I ever to focus again? [ he sounds impossibly fond. the antics endeared him, the confidence—and the rest is a bonus. his eyes give owain another once-over before he tiptoes closer. ]

[swordhandled]

I believe in you and your capabilities for focus. [ sounds so sure of himself here ] Are you going to join me?

[maskarang]

I expect nothing else from the Chosen Hero. [ belief and hope are your thing, owain. at the prompt, gerome nods his head and removes his own pants.

no posing this time, that's not his thing. ]

[swordhandled]

[ now it's owain's turn to just stand and stare as gerome stips. ]