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Who: Hazel and u
What: small priest is heckled by trees and literature
When: May 21~23 or so, flexible
Where: Far Shore places
Warnings: hazel and jae-ha have an active sex life
Summary: heckle
I. spooky trees
[It is what it sounds like: somewhere on the Far Shore, anywhere on the Far Shore, where Hazel is and where you, the witness, also happen to be, Hazel is making his waydowntown around minding his own business like a man being followed. Or: he keeps looking over his shoulder, or stopping abruptly to look suddenly off to one side, or do all manner of things that look very much like he's trying to catch someone sneaking up on him.
But there isn't anyone there, because of course there isn't. Eventually, exasperated, he just comes to a natural stop and announces to the air:] Even the dang trees're nosy.
[have you ever been stalked by a spooky forest]
II. what kind of dewey decimal is this
[There's a library and new gods are being invited to come. That's enough for Hazel to finally nose around in there, after staying very much away from anything involving being within spitting distance of the old gods before now. He's a sight to behold when any individual old god passes by and expects a greeting, all manners and flattery and unpleasant looks the moment their backs are turned. He'd give them a rude gesture for the road, but that's far too improper for him.
But when he's not making childish faces at other gods' backs, he's trying to find... anything at all worthwhile in this place. There's nothing in order. It's a wreck. He can't find a single thing, and for all his practicing there are still plenty of kanji he's never seen before, so the older books in particular are brutal...
He pauses, picks a book up off a shelf, and frowns at it.] I can't even remember lookin' for this, it was so long ago.
[He has been here for Hours.]
III. wildcard
[hello what would you like to do? please ask and I can deliver]
What: small priest is heckled by trees and literature
When: May 21~23 or so, flexible
Where: Far Shore places
Warnings: hazel and jae-ha have an active sex life
Summary: heckle
I. spooky trees
[It is what it sounds like: somewhere on the Far Shore, anywhere on the Far Shore, where Hazel is and where you, the witness, also happen to be, Hazel is making his way
But there isn't anyone there, because of course there isn't. Eventually, exasperated, he just comes to a natural stop and announces to the air:] Even the dang trees're nosy.
[have you ever been stalked by a spooky forest]
II. what kind of dewey decimal is this
[There's a library and new gods are being invited to come. That's enough for Hazel to finally nose around in there, after staying very much away from anything involving being within spitting distance of the old gods before now. He's a sight to behold when any individual old god passes by and expects a greeting, all manners and flattery and unpleasant looks the moment their backs are turned. He'd give them a rude gesture for the road, but that's far too improper for him.
But when he's not making childish faces at other gods' backs, he's trying to find... anything at all worthwhile in this place. There's nothing in order. It's a wreck. He can't find a single thing, and for all his practicing there are still plenty of kanji he's never seen before, so the older books in particular are brutal...
He pauses, picks a book up off a shelf, and frowns at it.] I can't even remember lookin' for this, it was so long ago.
[He has been here for Hours.]
III. wildcard
[hello what would you like to do? please ask and I can deliver]
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The first and only. [Of course he'd be the only. Finally, there's more physical contact to make him shiver, and a small groan slips out against him. He turns automatically in response, kissing blindly at the side of Hazel's face wherever he might reach. Or desperately mouthing for kisses, either way... He sure does love to be told he looks nice, and saying the ribbon being used as a blindfold makes him look even nicer is even more thrilling. He is so easy.]
I can't wait to wear them as often as possible. It's surprising how nice they feel. [As he fidgets more with his hands, just an observation... Jae-Ha's tone is clearly getting more heated here. He wants to touch him back, he wants to kiss him or move or react more fully, and all that tension is building so quickly.]
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Maybe I should let ya keep 'em on all night, in that case. Bet you'd like havin' me take care of ya for a long while.
[The real endgame of this idea would just be blindfolded cuddling, but still. Hazel's strokes get faster and slower as he foregoes getting into a rhythm entirely. It's not like Jae-Ha can see what he's doing, so, it's clearly another layer of surprise...]
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Keeping these on all night, though... That is very thrilling, but he's so needy, could he survive? Even now, just a few seconds after starting, he's starting to fall apart. For as much as he tries to hold himself together to draw this out and make it as enjoyable as he can for the both of them, he's just so into Hazel, and so into being overwhelmed by it.
But most importantly—] That's true, but... I'd miss your face too quickly.
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So, the birthday is going great.]
Maybe—just the hands, then.
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Nn— [Hold on, he takes a moment longer to reply to that suggestion because he's so focused on that attention that's so nice but not enough. His arms tug more insistently apart from each other, which does nothing of course, and he rolls his head back a little more.]
Yeah. As long as you hold me close the whole time. [Then that sounds like a great night.]
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'Course I will. As close as I can keep ya, always. [A beat; he switches back to the full strokes, more evenly now, but quicker to pull Jae-Ha to the edge.] I love you... It'll be nice.
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Hazel... [He wants to lean back, but he doesn't want to lean away from Hazel, so he's left with small gasps and strained noises.] I love you, too.
[He mutters it in repeat a few more times, arms shifting against the ribbon again before he actually leans forward a bit, head ducking down so that he can rest it against Hazel. It's just so much feeling... He didn't mean to interrupt the lovely kisses at his neck, but he probably did.]
It feels so good. [That's the most he can manage right now, he just wants it known.]
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Honestly, he's a little surprised that his hand and a couple ribbons can do this much, but he won't complain. He quickens the pace again, his sappy sweet nothings getting softer as he does. If Jae-Ha feels good, he's doing his job, so—fine work, while his own body already feels unbelievably hot. He can't think of anything he wants more than this.]
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His noises stay small and quiet, more breathy and whiny than usual, since being too loud seems more embarrassing than this.]
Hazel... closer. [They're as close as they can possibly be, but he still wants this, his wrist sliding up his back as tugging at the ribbon does nothing.] Don't stop. Please...
[He wants to say sweet nothings back, but he's lost, so that will have to wait for lewd shoujo things.]
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Such good manners. I'm not gonna stop, I'm right here... [He doesn't really need to say this, but it goes with the mood, doesn't it? So he'll indulge in even these sappy sweet nothings. As much as he loves this, he won't purposely tease Jae-Ha any longer, just focusing on drawing him closer to finishing now. Then they can take off that blindfold and stare at each other like dumb babies, cool.]
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Hazel... [ there are just quiet whispers of his name now as they go, until it's all too much and he can't even manage words. He doesn't manage a warning, but the trembling of his body and the way he moans signals it enough. He releases with a groan, small noises continuing all the way through the waves of pleasure. ]
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No, the blindfold will come off first... After a few more moments to relax in, he tugs the knot loose on that ribbon, letting go to fall where it may onto the bed.] So that did it for ya.
[why is he like this... At least he says it sweetly.]
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You do it for me. [If that wasn't clear, he says it now, exhausted and still very into everything. His wrists pull against the ribbon again, more tiredly, but his fingers try to reach out for Hazel's hand that he felt there moments earlier. Meanwhile, his body leans more into Hazel.]
Not a bit of satisfaction yourself... You really are amazing. [Focusing entirely on him is flattering, even if he desperately wants to return the favor already.] Do you want me?
[He still has his wrists tied, breathing heavily from his own release, and yet he's being this filthy. A sweet tone dripping with adoration doesn't make up for how lewd he's being. He can't help it; he wants to see Hazel come apart and enjoy himself, as well.]
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Gotta get that denial kink. Sexy suffering is trending.] I like doin' it for ya. [Another thing that was already clear... The tone of his voice is already getting heavy with arousal; he doesn't go for the tsundere kind of denial kink, only the one that has him pressing his hips against Jae-Ha's despite the mess and his own pants, just for a little contact.]
There's not a day goes by I don't want ya. Head to toe and all the rest. [like, his sappy shoujo lines,] So let's see...
[Give him a moment to blindly and with one hand untie Jae-Ha's. Only a little fumbling. It's fine.]
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Right now, you're mine. [His voice is low but firm, heavy with a desire even after his recent release. One of his hands releases one of Hazel's so that he can run it all the way down his body and trace the outline of the strain in his pants with a single finger.] For my birthday, I'll make it so you can't think of anything but me.
[It's like he's trying for this mildly bad boy shoujo, but really it comes so naturally... He's very into this, and that's clear by the way he kisses so hungrily at Hazel's neck, curling his fingers around his pinned palm. His other hand grinds up more completely between Hazel's legs. Maybe he's aiming to ruin these pants, that could very well be it.]
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So then he's still, as if moving at all will take away from the thrill of this lewd shoujo thing, and bites his lower lip to stop himself from making any noise when Jae-Ha's hand wanders down to touch him just right but not nearly enough. Already he knows he'll be dizzy with desire in no time, but—what should he say? Does he... does he try to roleplay back?? He'll probably sound awkward, maybe he shouldn't...
The very first thing he can think of is James 1:13-18, and maybe sexy Bible study corruption could be fun, but he needs more time to really think about it before he starts bastardizing the scripture by making temptation the coolest thing ever.]
You're surely temptin' me, [is all he manages, tilting his head away to invite more of those kisses against his neck. Now he makes a soft noise at the contact, curling his own caught fingers around Jae-Ha's hand. His next noise is louder, accompanied by pressing his hips up into that hand and chewing on his lip again. Does he really need these pants un-ruined? He has plenty of pants...]
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Then let me tempt you further.
[So, he kisses harder at his neck, teeth scraping lightly over skin as he kisses him with an open mouth. His hand presses down completely with his palm, stroking him more completely from over his pants. As he does this, touching every bit of Hazel he can without actually reaching into his pants, he sucks a little harder at Hazel's neck. If he's not stopped, he'll dare for a full on hickey...]
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He even whines a little. If he's not going to get touched without his pants in the way any time soon, he'll accept this hickey as compensation.]
Now you're just teasin' me. [Keep at it, but gosh.]
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[He hums with a little laugh, kissing sweetly over the red mark that's quickly turning a bit purple at his neck. Hm, yes, that looks nice right there. A good spot. Good job, Jae-Ha. Proud of himself, he loosens his grip on Hazel's hand only to begin lowering himself down his body. Kisses to his collarbone, down his chest, and over the cloth of his pants until he's breathing hot over the bulge straining at the fabric.
It was probably bad enough with his hand rubbing like that, but now he's gotten a better idea, see. Both of his hands reach up, dragging fingers down Hazel's sides as he mouths at him from over his pants. It's so easy to trace every line, to breath hot and wet and feel how difficult it must be, to still be held back like this.]
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Does he like it. What a stupid question to ask!! Hazel can't even answer for how new and interesting that attention to his pants is. He groans instead, reaching down to slide his fingers into Jae-Ha's hair and hold on there. It's infuriating and he loves it and that's infuriating too, what the hell—] I can't stand it at all.
[He says, lifting his hips up for more of it. Just terrible.]
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There are just so many creative ways to drive Hazel crazy. He loves doing this. His hands find the back pockets of Hazel's pants, grabbing, squeezing and tugging at him from here to add even more tension and friction. The more Hazel presses his hips up, the more Jae-Ha presses his face back down into him, practically pinning his hips into the bed with how he's giving him this attention.]
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You're gonna— [gOD] You're gonna make a mess.
[More than drooling all over his junk, so.]
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[Jae-Ha's response is very serious, still spoken into Hazel's pants as he mouths at him even more. He's improving these pants, okay. Definitely improving them. His eyes flick up to catch a peek of that red face, even partially covered by an arm, and he feels pretty damn proud of himself.
Look at him, falling to pieces and still trying to scold him. The hands in his hair, the way he restarts that sentence, and that lovely red face is all incredibly arousing. He's never going to get enough, at this rate. He squeezes his ass again, lifting his hips a little higher as he drags his tongue again, mouth following the tracing of his length as he groans against him.]
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In that case, you're doin' a great job. [Yay... support! Now that he's being lifted more, it's harder to maneuver one of his legs around Jae-Ha, but he still tries. He peeks at Jae-Ha from under his arm and decides he likes the view, despite how much he's beginning to curse fabric for existing. He should have taken his pants off when he had the chance.]
It ain't fair, not lettin' me feel it properly. [Jae-Ha is rude, confirmed.]
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He does move one of his hands back up to stroke very quickly over Hazel's pants, though, catching his breath a little as he does.]
This doesn't feel good? [He teases with his quick hand movements, smirking up at him.] Maybe we should go again, if you really want to feel more. I have a few ideas.
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