weird magics

[sleepkiss]

inspired by the sex + magic meme
druid type hunt family magic -> courting a little apple

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[beauman]

Rook at least has the grace not to laugh at poor Epel's embarrassment, but that doesn't stop him from an entirely too self-satisfied smile while his face is hidden. Who wouldn't be pleased, earning such charming little sounds and squirms? Or getting someone so worked up that the very idea of expressing their desires is too overwhelming to confront? Ah, how brightly they must burn! Anyone should feel flattered, knowing they're the object of such passions. "Ah, it seems our thoughts really did run in the same direction! I would be glad to show you, in that case."

It's all the warning Epel gets, before Rook obediently moves to claim him as bidden. Soft kisses are replaced by a sudden, powerful bite, teeth sinking into one of those tender places he'd so diligently sought out only minutes ago. A harsh sucking kiss follows immediately after, to leave his mark and stake his claim--along with his other gloved hand sneaking under the waistband of Epel's pants, curling around his balls to give them a gentle but pointed squeeze. Is this a good enough start, or shall he work even harder to make sure that Epel knows just how fully he intends to make him his?

[sleepkiss]

Nothing could have prepared him for that. Yes, his own hands are working at the buttons of Rook's shirt, trying to free more and more of him to touch, to explore, but they still almost immediately as that sudden bite is clamping down against him. He gasps out, ending in a whine, as his body trembles with the sudden harshness to the affection, the sudden pain that it blossoms within. On that note, it wasn't a pain he disliked, either.

Plus, with Rook's hand grasping him, curling around his balls to squeeze there alongside that harsh kiss, Epel's like putty in his hands. Both of his own curl against Rook's half-open shirt, grasping the fabric as his hips rock forward, his eyes squeezing shut, and a little eager moan slipping out, followed soon after by a gasp of Rook's own name. So easily, he's lost that hurried feeling, simply falling into the moment, letting out a soft, shuddering breath.

Finally, he manages to get ahold of himself enough to get back to messing with those buttons, his breathing a bit further labored now. "... How come you're so bold so easily, huh?" He murmurs, embarrassed.