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π–˜π–†π–‘π–™π–‡π–šπ–—π–“π–™ π–’π–”π–‰π–˜. ([personal profile] saltburnmods) wrote in [community profile] draino2024-11-09 08:00 am
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NOVEMBER 2024 TDM: RENAISSANCE


Welcome to SALTBURNT, a panfandom smut/thriller game based off the film Saltburn, where characters are encouraged to indulge their deepest desires. The money never runs out and the liquor never stops pouring, so you may as well indulge from the bounty. Of course, things are rarely what they seem, and the manor itself seems to have a consciousness of its own. Throw parties, trash the house, engage in youthful merriment, but remember β€” dangers come out at night, and no one, no matter how rich you are, is safe from demons lurking in the shadows.

Threads can be considered game canon, provided the players agree. Players can also start fresh upon acceptance into the game. In game characters can post to the TDM directly, using Β« NEW CHARACTER/IN GAMEΒ» in the header. There will be a spot below for new characters to link their toplevels for easy access. Alternatively, prompts on the Test Drive can be used for in game logs.







WELCOME TO SALTBURNT


It's the hangover more than the light streaming in through half drawn curtains that wakes you up, your brain rattling in your skull, your mouth dry and cottony, your stomach churning with whatever it is you drank last night. If self preservation is your strong suit, you might turn over in bed and see a few painkillers laid out for you on a silver dish, accompanied by a glass of water. If it isn’t, stay in bed and wallow β€” eventually a maid will be in to tear your curtains open, saying, "Breakfast is served," and scurrying out quietly, invisibly. Breakfast? Maybe it’s normal for you. Maybe it isn’t.

You're drawn from the room, either by the mystery, or an undefinable urge that could be supernatural in origin, or could be your hunger catching up to you. It's almost nostalgic, the walk to the dining room β€” have you been here before? Were you drawn up to this estate in a car? Haven’t you done all this already? Maybe you mosey around a library, maybe you run into your suite mate in your adjoining bathroom. Regardless, seemingly all hallways, covered in priceless artworks and ancient relics from times long past, lead to the dining room, where a comically long table houses the Balfours and their many guests, some who seem just as disgruntled and confused as you. No matter. "Breakfast will be out in a minute," they say. What's that?

EDIT SEPTEMBER 2024: For those who have attended breakfast with the Balfours before, a change in routine might come as a shock, given how rarely they stray from form. However, as of September, CARMY BERZATTO has taken over Head Chef position, alongside his cousin RICHIE JERIMOVICH and always the bridesmaid never the bride, SANJI. In place of the self-serve style breakfast, there is an elevated menu, including: a self-serve juice bar, with pitchers of various juiced fruit and vegetables, shaved ice, coconut water, green and black tea syrups, potted microherbs, sliced whole berries, and finger limes. There is also, naturally, liquor and champagne available. Guests can make their own drinks, or ask the allocated staff member to serve them one of the "specials" if they're feeling adventurous.

That said, these are world class chefs, so the gold is really in the menu:
THE EGGS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 π‰πŽππ“π˜: one runny boiled egg shelled and recoated in edible gold leaf, seated on a throne of fried bread soldiers, plated with whipped butter and italian parsley.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 ππ„ππ„πƒπˆπ‚π“: vinegar poached eggs with hollandaise foam on a bed of toasted freekah and baby spinach.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 π’π‡π€πŠπ€π’π‡πŽπ”πŠπ€: two eggs poached in a ramekin of pureed tomato, served with a crispy grilled cheese cut to dip.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 π’π˜πƒππ„π˜: french omelette with a light cheese filling, topped with crushed potato chips and chives.
πŽπ„π”π…π’ ππ‘πŽπ”πˆπ‹π‹π„π’: fluffy scrambled eggs in brown butter, served on sourdough.
π’ππ€ππˆπ’π‡ 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: mini-quiche made with caramelized red onions and jamon pata negra ham.
𝐄𝐆𝐆 πŒπ‚π’π€ππƒπ–πˆπ‚π‡: bacon, egg, cheese and sausage breakfast muffin that tastes weirdly like it was made at a popular chain with golden arches.

THE SWEETS

❖ momofuku's "cereal milk" ❖
❖ fette biscottate with a sour cherry jam and peanut floss ❖
❖ a warm cinnamon bun served with a shot of espresso coffee for dipping ❖
❖ a macadamia-marzipan croissant with a wattleseed and burnt-honey filling ❖
❖ poffertjes with a liquid nutella injection ❖


If you want to leave, you’ll have to tell Giles, the housekeeper, who will arrange a car for you that mysteriously, or perhaps suspiciously, never arrives. Unfortunately, confronting Giles about it is near impossible, as he’s as good at being invisible as the rest of the house staff. Of course, there’s no reason why you can’t just walk out. The front gates are easy enough to jump over, even if the walk towards them gives you a strange sense of foreboding, or just outright discomfort, as if the ground itself doesn’t want you to leave. Those more sensitive or fragile might find they can’t make the jump, no matter how physically able, or desperately wanting. Still, a strong person could continue on, over the fence and into the lush English countryside. The feeling doesn’t dissipate, though β€” this sense of wrongness, almost sickness, like a weight on your back. Walk into the evergreen, carry on, but the strongest will make it perhaps a mile or so before the weight of dread and paranoia brings you to your knees, and then to your face, flat in the middle of a dirt road. What were you thinking? Is this really better?

Wake up with a hangover, in a bed, the curtains drawn, the maid saying, "Breakfast is served," before scurrying out. The painkillers are there, just like you remember. In fact, it’s all exactly how you remember, as if you never left an imprint the first time, or any mess you made was cleared away while your back was turned. Walk to the dining room, find everyone there eating away at their breakfast.

"We dress for dinner," says Portia, with a kind, if discerning smile. "Black tie."




2 GIRLS 1 CUP

CONTENT WARNINGS: nudity, potential for nsfw.

Over the past few days, a bit of construction has taken place on the grounds of the Saltburnt estate, and while it's difficult to piece together what exactly is being built, it's clear to see: whatever it is, it's massive, taking up a huge percentage of the grounds with multiple included structures. On the outside it seems almost like a neighborhood is being sprung up β€”Β new houses for people to live in, maybe? New shops, disconnected from the manor at large? All is revealed on opening day, when upon entry all are greeted with cheery hellos from jauntily clad persons shouting, "Huzzah!" and "Hail and well met!" For the more medieval and fantasy inclined among you, it might feel like stepping somewhere familiar and homey. To the rest, you know β€” you've just walked into a Ren Faire. Costumes are expected.

Not sure what to wear? Those born between SEPTEMBER to FEBRUARY are dubbed part of the Unseelie Court, which is associated with darkness and decay, generally dressed in deep, dark colors. Those born between MARCH to AUGUST are part of the Seelie Court, which is associated with stars and sky, in lighter, brighter colors.

On either side of the split path, you're assaulted by the scents, sights, and sounds of any ordinary Ren Faire. Vendors pawn off garlicky mushrooms and full turkey legs, or flower crowns and juggling sticks in exchange for a kiss, a secret, a lock of hair, or something of equal nonsensical value. Step inside a shop and see sellers offering crude jewelry and satchels of loose leaf tea, fudge sold by the ounce and porcelain ocarinas. Essentially, if it's kitschy and thematic, you can find it here, being sold to you by people in costume who refuse to break character.

Shopping not quite your style? Fear not! If you're lucky in your wanderings, your might spot the Unseelie Queen ALICENT HIGHTOWER or her counterpart and opposed Seelie Queen LAURALAE carried on palanquins towards the very back of the faire, where the real heart of the show takes place in a small stadium for entertainment purposes β€”Β a tourney for distinguishing yourself as the best among your peers in the manor. Prior to the tourney, all characters are given a favor of some kind ( an embroidered handkerchief, ribbon, garland, or piece of jewelry ) to give to a person of their choosing, be they a competitor or not, to show their support. Strangely, this favor seems to link them through an empathetic, sensation-based bond, so they feel everything their chosen competitor experiences. Mutual favors result in a mutual bond.

The challenges are set: ARCHERY/KNIFE THROWING, SWORDFIGHTING/HAND-TO-HAND, and a BARD'S TOURNEY. In addition to the more ye olde flavor of competition, there are also challenges for COUPLE TENNIS, HORSE POLO, and CHESS. And, in true Saltburnt fashion, there is also a somewhat lewd display of voyeuristic NUDE WRESTLING, where the first person to have an orgasm loses. (You can sign up for these competitions HERE.) To every challenge there is dubbed a winner, who in the old Westerosi tradition gets to crown a chosen "maiden" with the title THE QUEEN OR KING OF LOVE AND BEAUTY and an extravagant wreath of flowers, their victory dedicated to the lucky lord or lady. These wreaths are both fashionable and functional β€” while wearing them, no one can resist following whatever queenly command your character gives. Additionally, winners will receive prizes courtesy of Saltburnt, all to be determined upon victory.

Whichever queen has the most winners at the end of the tourney is crowned HIGH QUEEN OF THE FAE. The Queen is paraded around and celebrated by all, and while tribute is not necessary, it certainly is appreciated!






RING AROUND THE ROSEY


CONTENT WARNINGS: potential for nsfw.

The Ren Faire fixture runs adjacent to the tree line of the forest, which one can enter through a booth manned by THE GREAT WIZARD ARCHIBALD, who warns you to be prepared to enter the Realm of the Fae beyond his backdrop curtain, before handing you a flower and a pair of antlers (or a head piece from your fauna choice) for your journey to the beyond. Upon entering, you are greeted by a forest that bears no resemblance to the woods you've grown to expect in your time at the manor, everything more exaggeratedly lush than it had been even a day or so prior. Plump fruits with slightly glimmering skins grow fat on the vine, every leaf on every tree vibrant and healthy despite the changing of seasons, gone orange and red with the cold. Despite that, it's surprisingly balmy in the forest, everything illuminated by glimmering fairy lights and strung up lanterns. Flowers bloom under your feet, alongside perfect little red mushrooms, everything so idealistic it almost borders on discomfort.

Despite any reservations, there is a wild compulsion to everyone who enters the forest. The flower the wizard gave you is pungent enough to dizzy your head, leading you to the instinct of frolicking β€” or if you're not the type to frolick, then wandering β€”Β through the woods, to find some counterpart to your particular flower in a very innocent (or not so innocent) game of cat and mouse. Once you find them, a simple kiss will serve as enough to claim your prize and ease the compulsion. Unless, of course, you want to give a little more. It couldn't hurt, right?

Wander further through the seemingly never ending woods, drawn on of the beauty of faerie, and find yourself at a somewhat rundown chapel surrounded by foliage, the roof and walls broken down with age, invaded by exploring plant life that crawls and vines through every crack and opening. While the stone altar of indeterminate denomination seems like it hasn't been seen for hundreds of years, let alone cleaned, there's the distinct impression you are walking on hallowed, sacred ground when you move to inspect it. Those clever among you might note different runes etched on what appears to be a wooden tabernacle on an ancient pillar at the back of the chapel. Looking into it, there's a word from an unknown language carved inside, complimented with a cheat sheet bit of yellowing paper which reads F. M. K., with further explanation: FRIENDS, MARRY, KINK.

What could it mean? Well. You and whoever you entered the chapel with, or whoever enters next, are stuck until further notice unless you complete one of the proffered options. FRIENDS, it's time you bury the hatchet, let bygones be bygones and accept our faults moving forward, together, to the future. MARRY, let's seal our bonded union with the trees as our witness, in a church of our own making. KINK, if the altar can't be used for the former, it can certainly be used for the latter. Nothing vanilla will do β€”Β kink up or shut up.

Once completed, you're free to leave and roam around the forest at your leisure. If you wander far enough you might hear a distant, organic sound whirring and clicking from the trees, but don't worry. Whatever is watching you probably doesn't bite.




DIRECTORY


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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-10 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[when she bites her lip β€” and more importantly doesn't pull away β€” he's comfortable leaving his hand where it is. he is way to casual about this.]

Just once. [platonic love is one thing, but being in love is hard for him.] Was that your question?
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-11 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Once is good. [ A nod at him. ] Yeah, it was. Your turn.
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-11 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[he gives her leg a light squeeze:] Copycat.

[bringing his free elbow up on the edge, he lazily rests his head against his fist.]

Why did you get into the bath with me?
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-12 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ The small shrug comes with her playing coy, delaying the answer, looking over the mental portfolio of excuses before deciding to stop being shy about it. ]

Because I'm pretty sure you wanted to kiss me the other night, so I thought I'd make things easy for you. [ She tilts her head one way and another, like someone weighing their options. ] And it smells nice, so that helps.

[ :) ]

Why did you want a lock of my hair?
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-12 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Make things easy for me.

[he repeats under his breath, direct in how he looks at her with a guiltless smile, caught red-handed. she's not wrong, he thought about it. but he'd been drunk and she was fresh out of a not-so-nice party, so he held off. the both of them had enough going on already.]

So I could make sure you'd keep your secret. [now look at them, sharing a tub all because she wanted to 'make things easy'. he glides his hand slowly up her leg, then back down, alternating between a ghostlike touch and firm pressure.] Why didn't you give it to me?
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-12 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her knee sways inward with a lazy motion, ripples trailing behind. ]

Because it was a weird fucking thing to ask, [ She laughs, leaning back. ] Were you gonna put a spell on me or something?
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-13 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[he lets her alone, hand moving out from the water to rest on the tub's edge. whether she wants his hand back on her or not will need to be requested. he's gauging her reaction to the absence of touch.]

Maybe. Maybe I just wanted some of your hair.

[he arches a brow at her.]

Would that bother you?
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
It'd still be weird.

[ And yet. ]

You don't want it anymore?
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-13 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[his smile says yes.]

Are you being serious?

[don't tease him like this, Cellar.]
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-14 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sets her jaw, awfully pleased with herself. It takes a few seconds before she puts a hand on each of August's knees, shifting within the confines of the tub to come close. Not the most comfortable position for her, but it's the flirting that counts.

(The hair on the back of her head is soaking wet. Her skin is flushed, shining where steam left its mark. If she happens to be a little pink β€” blame it on the Hell-Bath, or something.) ]


Mhm. [ Caressing his jawline, Cellar looks at his hair with a frown. ] As long as I get to have some of yours.

[ Is she cheesy enough to waggle her brows? Yes, yes she is. ]
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-14 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[he leans his face into her touch, reaching to take a strand of her hair to twirl it between his thumb and forefinger. droplets of water trail down his hand and drip to her shoulder. quiet as he considers the offer, then nods.]

Deal.

[the position is definitely a bit awkward, but for all that it is August still manages to be smooth when he slides his hand down along the side of her head to rest at the base of neck to urge her closer.]

Want to seal it?
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-14 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Biting her lip again, heart beating faster β€” like it always does β€” Cellar angles her head and leans in for the kiss. Chaste at first, testing the waters, lips part with renewed confidence, making it deep and playful. The lead is his to take, if he wants it. ]
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-14 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[thank god there isn't any soap in the water, else they'd be a slip n slide. once she's in pressed her lips against his, his free hand cups her face while the other stays a steady pressure, thumb grazing just under her jaw and fingers entangling themselves in her hair.. his kisses are slow and passionate, far from the playfulness she started with. he loses himself in those seconds with her, leaning in as much as he's gently - gently - pulling her closer.]
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-14 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her savior is a good kisser, thank god. Not too much tongue, just enough teeth when she tests a little bite on his lip, Cellar grabs the edge of the tub to lift herself, some splashing and soft laughter as she clumsily rearranges them to sit on her knees.

Enthralled. That's the only word she can think of, fueling the shiver that runs up her spine and down her arms when their lips lock for part two. Angling her head one way, her kisses move on to his jawline, his neck. One goes on his shoulder, then the corner of his mouth after she looks at him for a few seconds β€” not questioningly, exactly, but with some shade of curiosity nonetheless. What does he want from her, and what can she expect from him? ]
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-15 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[water splashes and spills over the tub, plip plopping spatters onto the floor. she's getting herself right up close and personal which he's very okay with. when she laughs he smiles, appreciating the raw qualities of her as his hands find themselves along her body again, one on her leg and the other back into her wet hair.

he tilts his head to welcome her exploring with a soft sigh, and he is bare - but he's baring himself to her. when she pulls away he's looking at her like she's kind of everything, eyes wide, wondering why she stopped.
]

We can do whatever you want. [he leans in again, nipping at her lower lip in return.] Or you can do whatever you want to me.
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-15 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ All of it goes straight through her chest β€” his gaze, his touch, his words. (Her friends would be rolling their eyes right about now. Here we go again.) Splayed for a moment, her nails brush against skin as her fingers curl into the palm, hesitating to slide down his middle. She wants to. She will. It's justβ€” ]

I need to tell you something.

[ She can have this conversation as many times as she likes β€” which she doesn't β€” nothing will make it less nerve-racking. It's gotten better over the years, between building self-confidence and running in circles where people understood and some could relate, but there's always that murmur in the back of her mind, the big what if that coils around her heart and makes her stomach cold. What if something in August changes the moment she says it, what if he pretends it's fine only to give her an excuse after, what if he freezes and she's the one who gets to spare him the trouble of saying no.

She can't make them both wait forever. Even if the water won't run cold. ]


I'm trans.
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-15 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[the need to tell you something always gets him. every single 'i need to talk to you' swirling in his mind. initially, he's brought back to being at the reformatory waiting to be scolded, or at his parent's dinner table and waiting for terrible news, bracing for impact.

but the impact doesn't come from her, and he's - relieved? grateful, even. he pulls back to take a better look at her features and the emotions that flit across her face.
]

Okay. [that's ... it. very anticlimactic.] Thanks for telling me.

[head tilting, he shrugs a shoulder. she may as well have delivered the daily news to him, but he can see that it's a big deal for her β€” a big deal for anyone in her position β€” and he's doing what he can to display that he's unaffected by the confession. his body language reflects his honesty - his hands haven't faltered or withdrawn from their respective places on her skin. nothing has changed.]

Did you want to stop, or...?
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cw: nsfw from here!

[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-15 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silence only lasts for so long before Cellar looks away, amusement and embarrassment wrapped up in the shape of a sharp exhale. Yeah, that was anticlimactic, but anticlimactic is good.

Did she want to stop? ]


Nope.

[ The edge of the tub is her support, distance patiently closed to continue into part number… something. Blame the steam for making her a little dizzy. (Making her malleable.) Eyes shut, lips parted to welcome his tongue, the hand on August's chest moves like she's mapping out his body, blindly committing it to memory: his shoulder, down to his waist, then his thigh, Cellar charts the warding wounds at her own pace, the smoothness where his skin hasn't been marked by fights. Maybe he'll tell her how far those memories go.

With one affectionate squeeze on his leg, Cellar shifts to feel his cock in her palm, pausing the kiss to watch how he responds, to see if he'll look at her the same way he did before. This position won't be terribly comfortable; her knees are already enduring the pressure and every part of her body above the hot bath wants to get away from the cold. She doesn't care. The slow and indulgent stroke from the base to the crown, softer as it comes up, makes a smile brush against his lips at a thought, betrayed by her shoulders: I can work with that. It's not quite laughter, but it might as well be. She never claimed to be mature. ]
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[he feels like he's cracked a door open as he kisses her, more open-mouthed and hungry, but maybe it's just him. she's welcoming his touch so he gives more of it - exploratory but purposeful in how he handles her, just as she maps him out. he wants to pull her in, have her right on top of him so he can take her, but he's getting ahead of himself. one hand slips beneath her bikini and pushes the fabric up and out of the way, massaging her nipple between two fingers while the other hand squeezes her thigh. up, up, it glides, til it's right against her hips.

he's already half-hard when she palms him, and his breath hitches, hips rolling up into her touch. she's pausing the kiss but all he wants is more, looking at her with what can only be described as pure desire. he's really regretting not having them get out of the tub first now, but that's neither here nor there.

he catches her shoulders shudder, and he's pausing now, half-grinning.
]

Don't stop, [a sweet sigh against her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth.] that's good.
Edited 2024-11-16 00:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-16 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a whimper with the first caress on her breast, like it's something she forgot she'd been longing for. Arching into him, Cellar presses a harder kiss, a reward that comes with teeth, nipple stiff between his fingers. August is sweet, she thinks, but he knows what he's doing. Knows exactly how to tell her not to stop, some mix of a plea and instruction that hits the spot. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure, being told what to do.

Finding balance on her knees, one hand pumps him slowly, thumb rubbing over the divot, while she reaches behind to pull the string of her bikini loose with the other. With the second string pulled over her head, she drops the top on the tile. His cheek is cupped next, lips reunited with an earnest, shameless noise. The water's temperature makes her chest sensitive; she can feel her heart beating faster, too, a different kind of heat pooling between her legs where the fabric already feels tight. ]


Touch me?
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-17 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[her touch is tantalizing, every pull of her hand around him making his breath quicken like nothing is ever quite enough. he moans into her mouth, an immodest sound that breaks into the silence of the bathroom. even when all he wants her to do is keep going, he hasn't forgotten the position they're in, or how her knees are digging into porcelain.]

Yeah, [voice thick, rushed,] hold on to me, just a second-

[he brings her arms up around his neck, hating the absence of her touch but knowing this will help both of them in the long run, even if he has to make a bit of an adjustment. his left hand grips the edge of the tub while his right arm hooks beneath her thighs and lifts, then he's lifting himself enough to scoot them both closer to the middle of the tub, hoping she gets the picture to splay her legs out behind (or around) him.

his hand moves from her hips to her back to keep her balanced and he's leaning into her all over again, left hand gravitating back to her body and trailing from between her breasts and down her belly, teasing around the line of her bikini. they're close enough that his cock brushes against the fabric. his mouth is much less teasing, latching on to her neck with lips and teeth, tongue soothing over the areas he nips at.
]
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-17 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sounds he makes, how readily his cock grows hard in her hand, goes straight down her middle in a hot wave, mind blank until she's told to hold on and wait with a light groan. Lifted and placed on his lap, arms wrap around August's neck in a kind of intimacy that messes with her heart, smile small and dazed, legs settled and body tilted back.

(Okay, so he's strong. That means she can picture him taking care of her, picking her up, holding her downβ€”)

Keeping her eyes off him is about as challenging as keeping her hands to herself, she finds. The proximity makes up for the seconds spent lacking, though, like their bodies were always meant to fit together, and Cellar would be chasing another needy kiss if August hadn't leaned in first, navel dipping as the beginning of an erection brushes against his shaft, polyester stretched with a gentle twitch.

The gasp is followed by a mirthful exhale, fingers buried in wet hair to keep his lips and teeth on her neck, hips pushing forward with a slow, curling roll. Her cheek rests next to his temple, loose grip on his arm giving it a shaky squeeze when she moans. She's already leaking, greedy for his touch and his mouth. ]


Pleaseβ€”
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-19 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[she keeps him there, teeth grazing along skin, and he knows he's found something good. he loves that pleading, right up close to his ear. either on purpose or by accident he leaves one small bruise on her neck, suckled sweetly between his lips. she rocks her hips against him and he meets her movements with his own, eager for the new friction, yet clearly wanting more.

he breaths out his apology in a harsh whisper. it's too much, it's too fucking much. he hooks one finger right around where it connects at her hips and something sizzles under the milky water. he could have untied it, but he's acting on instinct and that seems like too much of a bother. a contrast to how he's losing himself along her body, the magic is controlled, the remaining piece of bikini dissipating until the fabric is completely gone.

it's then that he presses her in as close as their bodies will allow, hand wrapping around both their shafts to be stroked together with a low groan. he's resisting most of his temptations (all he can think about is being inside of her) and in their push and pull, his mouth moves lower to her collarbone, then her breasts, mouthing along wet skin. however she moves - forward, back - he holds her steady with his other hand against her back, a silent reassurance that he has her.
]
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[personal profile] longlegs 2024-11-20 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The bikini is taut until it isn't; the gradual then sudden transition into feeling β€” being completely bare floods her with startling and dizzying heat, sensitive and unceremoniously trapped between August's hand and his cock. From under her breath comes a soft fuck, fingers tight in his hair when he lets go of her neck, small thrusts trying to chase and match his pace, back arched to welcome and embolden the mouth on her breasts.

Cellar forces herself to focus every time her imagination slips (β€”she thinks about being grabbed, shoved down on her stomach, August's weight on her back and fucking her into the bed, fingers in her mouth to shut her upβ€”) weak at the sight of his lips on her nipple with a dazed frown. Breathing out, she comes down and brings his face up, meets him in the middle to graze teeth on his lower lip, tongue soothing the bite before she leans left for an insatiable, earnest kiss. This doesn't feel like their first time β€” or maybe that's just another fantasy. ]


What did you do?

[ A question asked with laughter, hips flexed into his grip. ]
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[personal profile] dwelt 2024-11-23 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[that, yes. he'd like more of that. she's shivering beneath his touch and every noise she makes keeps him exactly where he is. passionate and messy in how he tongues along her breast and sucks her nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth ever so softly and god he just wants to keep going -

her hands are pulling him away. with a lewd pop he's brought to meet her lips and he's kissing her just as he was kissing her body. maybe a little sloppy, but his mouth was watering at her skin that she so rudely took him away from. he doesn't answer her, only tightens his grip on the both of them, a choked moan right against her lips.
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What? [he rolls his hips, eyes half-lidded when he looks at her. getting a real answer out of him right now might be futile.] I wanted to feel you.

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