Gamzee Makara (
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Burning down the house
WHO: The Makaras and anyone else who wants to join in!
TONE: Fun ... wild and crazy fun
RATING: PG to R, depending on shenanigans
WHEN: December 20th
WHERE: Near the edge of the Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Since there're so many new adults around, the Makara boys decide to throw an impromptu bonfire night!
The bonfire set on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the boundary of the school property, rivals the one set for Guy Fawkes. But there are no frozen flames spells here, and the heat roars off it, sending sparks crackling and dancing toward the sky. Two remarkably similar young men dance around the fire, and even in the December weather, the heat allows them to do so without their shirts on, revealing extensive tattooing. The shorter, more muscular one is decorated with white bones, echoing what's under his skin, and the taller, more slender one has similar bones tats, but done in black ink, along with occult symbols. White bones, Kurloz, has a fiddle, and black bones, Gamzee, has a drum, and the music is as wild as their movements.
There are a few flasks of liquor being passed around the fire, and an ominous figure in black robes with giant horns spiraling up from his silver-shot black mane sits some distance away, gripping an ebon wood staff, but the overall mood is celebratory. Any excuse for a party, after all!
((OOC: Anybody can show up to the bonfire, and pretty much anyone who knows the Makaras or has run into them over the last day has been invited. But ex-professor Rhydderch will be keeping an eye out for underage craziness - those who are still students won't be turned away, but they won't be allowed to get riproaring drunk, either, as this is more aimed at adults than kids.))
TONE: Fun ... wild and crazy fun
RATING: PG to R, depending on shenanigans
WHEN: December 20th
WHERE: Near the edge of the Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Since there're so many new adults around, the Makara boys decide to throw an impromptu bonfire night!
The bonfire set on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the boundary of the school property, rivals the one set for Guy Fawkes. But there are no frozen flames spells here, and the heat roars off it, sending sparks crackling and dancing toward the sky. Two remarkably similar young men dance around the fire, and even in the December weather, the heat allows them to do so without their shirts on, revealing extensive tattooing. The shorter, more muscular one is decorated with white bones, echoing what's under his skin, and the taller, more slender one has similar bones tats, but done in black ink, along with occult symbols. White bones, Kurloz, has a fiddle, and black bones, Gamzee, has a drum, and the music is as wild as their movements.
There are a few flasks of liquor being passed around the fire, and an ominous figure in black robes with giant horns spiraling up from his silver-shot black mane sits some distance away, gripping an ebon wood staff, but the overall mood is celebratory. Any excuse for a party, after all!
((OOC: Anybody can show up to the bonfire, and pretty much anyone who knows the Makaras or has run into them over the last day has been invited. But ex-professor Rhydderch will be keeping an eye out for underage craziness - those who are still students won't be turned away, but they won't be allowed to get riproaring drunk, either, as this is more aimed at adults than kids.))
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[His hand moves down to squeeze Gamzee's on his hip, travelling down the taller man's arm to his nape and finally massaging his scalp, urging him on.]
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this is different though, they actually seem interested in what he has to say and it throws him off. he whines softly at the question, tilting his head closer to kurloz=-
I want t-to, uh... to make you both... feel good.
-=wow that made him sound like he's twelve. good job self=-
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It don't take much to get that going all right here. [Grins and nips at Tavros' ear before kissing him hard and deep, teeth dragging roughly over the man's lips. His hand releases Tavros' leg to instead slide down along the arm attached to the tanned hand at his groin, pressing it firmer against his obvious arousal with a low growl.]
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You know what to do.
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[He slips his lips back down over Tavros's cock, taking him deep as he slides the spit-slicked hand between his legs, feeling for the little pucker of muscle so he can probe it gently, slowly with one long finger. He feels impossibly aroused that they're doing this, by the taste of his friend, the sight of Tavros and Kurloz kissing, the way the smaller man flushes and moans and grabs his cousin's dick shamelessly. It's all so dizzyingly good, and he chuckles around his mouthful of cock.]
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he's not disappointed. he bites his lower lip hard, forgetting to bite back on the moan that bubbles free. the hand on kurloz's crotch shutters and grips suddenly, but then renews it's efforts to get him free=-
... I only just those horrible tablet auto-corrects were asdfjkl I'M SO SORRY
It's cool, it happens, bb. <3
i know the feels
Not being able to move your hips can be really frustrating=-
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Come on, cefnder, together. [He murmurs in Kurloz's mind, wiggling his finger and adding in amusement] Unless you're too busy getting that fine-ass bulge of yours seen to.
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he strokes his hand along kurloz's length as best he can with the angle he's at, trying to at least keep that up, however awkward he may seem. it's getting harder to contain the sounds the two men are building in him though, biting hard on his lower lip=-
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[Nonetheless, he manages to push his finger in as Gamzee directs him, working with his cousin's equally long fingers to stretch and rub inside of Tavros' body. He moans into the shorter man's ear:]
Motherfucker you got some WICKED FINE HANDS there... but I'm thinking it's time for a switch...
[He nudges Gamzee's shoulder with a knee, murmuring into his mind:]
Change with me or get the fuck in him - either way, I'M WANTING A TASTE OF THAT PRICK.
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You just want a taste of this wicked fine prick. [says teasingly to Kurloz as he pulls his mouth free, then gives the head a last lick as his fingers slide loose, too. Sitting up, he licks his lips and grins rakishly at Tavros, then wraps his arms around the smaller man's waist to lift him and turn him so that he's perched in Gamzee's lap and facing Kurloz. The lump in his trousers rubs up against his friend's firm ass as he wraps his arms around him from behind, and murmurs in his ear] How's this, cariad?
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he lets himself get pulled around, trying to help pull his legs when he could. when he's settled he leans back against gamzee's chest and turns his head into the larger man's hair to take in his scent. using what little motion he had in his hips he tries to press back against him with a soft moan=- Perffaith..
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[Grinning, Kurloz ducks down between Tavros' legs, draping one over his shoulder as he leans in to nuzzle a tan hip. It's his turn to taste after all, and he's going to take his time about it. While his fingers take up Gamzee's former job of stretching the shorter man out down below, his tongue savours the skin he fancies tastes almost like cinnamon and sunshine at the delicate area were thigh meets torso, then up to Tavros' navel, his lower belly, the other hip, before finally, finally ducking his head lower to lap at the tip of Tavros' cock, moaning softly as he begins to suck at the head.]
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One hand settles on the smaller man's thigh, holding it up and spread for Kurloz, and the other strokes over Tavros's chest, then up to his throat, through his hair tenderly.]
Damn, if that ain't one of the finest sights I ever be burning into my pan. [murmurs, as he rolls his hips slowly, rubbing himself against warm muscle]
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while he can't move his hips well, he cans still arch his lower back, which tilts him enough to put pressure back against the heated flesh against his rear. id doesn't seem fair that he's getting all the attention.
tavros leans his head back against gamzee's shoulder, turning to try kissing along his friend's throat=-
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Oh, yeah, motherfucker, that's good ... [croons happily, rocking his hips to both rub himself more against Tavros, and by proxy rock Tavros's hips up, too, fucking Kurloz's mouth.]
wow my phone butchered that last tag
Such is the way of phones and tablets. /CUDDLES
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i thought i got this already sob
/shooshpaps
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