PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

[ some threads are nsfw ]

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[maskarang]

Owain... Have you truly felt this way all this time? To think I never noticed.

[ only one thing to do. taking owain's hand in his and turning around. absolutely heading for the door with the intention of dragging owain over to the other room. ]

[swordhandled]

Huh, Gerome?

[ kind of surprised by this? where are we going boo? ]

[maskarang]

I regret not proving my devotion sooner, but there's time enough to remedy it. Tonight, I'll show just how little you have to worry about.

[ dragging him out of the room and down to owain's door. he stops but doesn't let go of owain's hand. ] Open it.

[swordhandled]

O-oh, well then. Show me what you got.

[ blushing terribly as he opens the door. welcome back to owain's room.

which owain is going to frantically start shoving the dakis off and under the bed and turn around the half naked portraits of ike and marth ]

[maskarang]

[ shutting the door and leaning on it as he waits for owain to finish moving everything around. he wouldn't have thought to do that, personally—not now, but part of him is glad owain did.

when the last poster is turned around, gerome swiftly approaches owain and pushes him flush against the wall. hey, owain, you like being kissed right? have a hard one on him. ]

[swordhandled]

[ oh, he's enjoying it. he's letting out a small gasp, but he's kissing back just as hard, hands automatically going to Gerome's shoulders as he does so. ]

[maskarang]

[ that's a good place for them. they can just stay there for a while and, in the meantime, gerome starts pulling at owain's belts and waistband. ]

[swordhandled]

[ it's a really good place. being between the wall and gerome is now one of his favorite places to be. he's shifting his hips, giving gerome more room to get those undone. ]

[maskarang]

[ with the extra room, it takes very little time for him to start pulling off all of owain's accessories. the shirt is still a bit of a problem, mostly because he has to pull back enough to edge it off owain's shoulders. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain is assisting when he can, and sure enough, he's standing there naked, in all his glory, with added new scar at his side ]

[maskarang]

[ easier to fully strip him now than later so gerome is completely on board with "operation undress owain". with all that exposed skin, he can't help himself. he starts caressing owain's chest and abdomen.

and. he does dare to very, very gently test touching the new scar. for science. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he shivers ever so slightly when gerome's fingers brush over the new scar at his side. thanks to both minato and cinque, it's essentially healed. one of his hands reaches up to rest on top of gerome's as he tests it. ]

It's healed.

[maskarang]

And quite sensitive. [ filing that away for the moment. for now owain can have his hand, 'cause he leans forward and to busy his mouth with the side of owain's neck. that seemed to work pretty well last time. he'll take his time sucking and kissing at the skin here. ]

[swordhandled]

Because it's you. [ tilting his head, offering gerome full access. he's sighing in pleasure, other hand reaching up to tangle his fingers in gerome's hair ]

[maskarang]

As it should be. [ murmured contentedly against owain's skin. unlike before, he doesn't tarry here long. he works his way down owain's chest, laying kiss after kiss on owain's exposed skin. occasionally, he does stop to lick or suck an area, but it should be pretty obvious he's moving down on purpose.

it isn't long before he's dipping his tongue in owain's navel and dropping to his knees. ]

[swordhandled]

G-Gerome... [ he breathes out his name, hand still tangling in gerome's hair as he works his way down. the attention that gerome is paying to his body is certainly having an effect on him. he's leaning back against the wall, having it support him even more. ]

if you didnt foresee this becoming nsfw then idk what to tell you

[maskarang]

[ he gives a nip to owain's skin before whispering his name in return. rather than dropping even lower, his mouth takes a detour over to owain's scar. surely owain didn't think he'd forget about this? teasingly, he takes the tip of his tongue and runs it along the scar. then, he places his mouth over it and—you guessed it, sucks.

he's trying to leave a mark here, sorry not sorry. ]

[swordhandled]

[ saving the purity of this post for future unlocks ]

[maskarang]

[ what little purity there is left anyway ]