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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: ~~inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry~~

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

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[Oh.]

Please let me try.

I certainly gave you an invitation to do so, if you're so confident, Lysunder.

[Saying that name makes a kind of electric shock go up his spine, pleasant and enough to wake.]

Once we've got the time, I can think of no better way to spend it. A yearning, beautifully sculpted, blue blood giving me an invitation to do as I please to him?

[His face might show the slightest bit of orange tint but not much. Summoner flicks his tongue over his lips grins.]

And opportunity I have to grab by the horns.

Heh, in this case, all three of them.

[Oh.]

[Hello.]

[Yes please.]

[Also not grinning like this for real but goodness. Hello.]

[Did he think that already?]

[Do the thing with your tongue again please thank you.]

[In real life, his jaw has gone just a bit slack for a brief moment, and yes his eyes are closed, but one could only tell that if they were looking very closely at the muscles around his shades.]

[Need a brief nanosecond to get his composure back...]

Confident. [He breathes the word out.] One could almost say overconfident. It sounds as though you will have to deal with quite a handful. How do you know you'll be able to handle it all?

[Darkleer's silence is definitely a good sign and Summoner just smirks, moving his hand from supporting his face to running a finger over his lip and biting the flesh there lightly.]

Hornful, as said, because with how much I'm going to be jerking you around by them there's no better way to describe it. And uh, well, if I find that I'm having any trouble, I'll just make you settle down until I can get my wits about the situation.

Who said I was going to be doing all the work?

Who was it that said he was going to persuade me?

Although perhaps... If you really do manage to make me settle down- [And oh, saying that makes him slip a hand down to clench at his thigh beneath his workbench.] -I might be inclined to do what's... demanded of me.

I was, and I'll do just that. I'm pretty sure how assertive I'll be will do fine to get you on your hands and knees.

[Tilts his head up, smiling as he licks along the finger he had been nibbling at.]

You'll certainly be 'inclined' to do a lot from the position you'll be in.

[And be certain that his eyes are following that finger, the way it presses down against those lips and how that tongue flicks against it. He can imagine it trailing elsewhere, too...]

[His hand kneads at his thigh, something to do to try and dispel the energy and warmth he can feel in himself right now.]

That... is most certainly correct, s-sir. [This time, he really does trip out the word, and upon quick realization, he licks his lips, all anxious excitement and want.] But I doubt you could get it all done regardless of my position... on the matter. Surely there must be something in particular...

[Yeah, he saw the hand move, sees the arms working slightly. No need to say anything, heh, well, yet anyway. Summoner just smiles, bringing his thumb to his mouth and lightly bites on the claw there.]

Sir? [Quirks a brow.] Oh, call me General. [A sly gaze, lips curling.]

And have you every roleplayed? I think I could think of a 'position' that would most definitely be a suitable one for you.

[That's it.]

[He's done. Finished. Through.]

[Darkleer bites down on his lower lip until the skin around his teeth goes blue with the threat of blood leaking out and both sets of fingers clench. The one on the tabletop is visible, and the other slightly less so, although the way his arm shakes can definitely be seen.]

General. [Yes, completely and utterly through.] I... have indulged, yes. May I ask...?

May you ask what?

[A wide smile, eyes slits, both hands under his chin as he rests his elbows on the table.]

[There has never been an expression more smug.]

[It is an expression Darkleer is more than fine with. He takes a deep, shuddering breath.]

May I ask... what position you were thinking of... General?

[Just saying that title is going to make him break his desk with his erection soon. Are we clear on this? Okay.]

Something servile, of course. Less about occupation, more a species swap.

But tell me, what do you have going on, uh, up in your think pan? And what's that hand doing? [Gr-in.]

[Species...?]

[...]

[Oh.]

[A bead of sweat drips down along the side of his face and to his jawline. Definitely aroused.]

I... I believe I need a moment to myself. That is what I am thinking.

No, tell me, what your hand is doing.

[His expression darkens a bit, hands slowly going to cover his mouth.]

[He moans.]

[It's soft, low, and ever so brief, but it's there. Just... that tone. It makes his heart pound and his lungs feel empty.]

General, I... I'm merely touching my leg. That's all.

Is that all?

[He does his best not to smile when he hears the moans, glaring up as his head tilts down, hands with fingers woven together infront of his mouth.

Don't bullshit me, Darkleer.

[With how Summoner is ordering him around right now? It might not be on his leg any longer. A small gasp of breath and Darkleer squirms in his seat.]

It is. Oh goodness. Yes. That's all, General, sir, I'm... I'm attempting to show some restraint.

The only 'restraints' you'll have to worry about, are the ones I'll bind you with myself.

Move your hand just a bit more...

[Good to know Darkleer really likes this stuff... Good. To. Know.]

[Oh, he adores this stuff. In case the way he has to wet his lips again and how his spine shivers aren't any indications of this at all.]

[Sorry, he's just imagining Summoner restraining him personally...]

Move my hand where? Where it is or... further... General?

Smooth it over your bulge. I would if I was there, but, heh, I'm, uh, I'm not. Let me do it, vicariously through you, all right?

Do it. [His voice hardens there, deepening as his eyes glare more, closed as much as they can be without actually blocking out the image of the other.]

[Summoner has him, irreversibly, at that simple two word order. Another small gasp, and then Darkleer is using his free hand to lean back away from his desk, head tilting back slightly. Obeying, he runs his hand across the bulge in his pants and groans louder this time.]

General...

[...Fuck.]

[This is unbelievably hot.]

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