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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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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.]

[But.]

[Someone has a reputation to uphold!]

Darkleer...

[Summoner lets out a gasped breath, hands lowering slowly.]

[Closes his eyes, hand sat his sides, and there's that cocky smirk again, doing his best to not focus on his own bit of ache going on down below.]

It was a long game, we... we weren't sure, but oh,

Is that? Did he just?

Did he... Yes! Yes! He did! The rebellious bull shoots...

And he SCO-ORES!

[Flings up his hands, mimicking his already existent goal post horns.]

Rahhhhh Rahhhh, cheering.

Raaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

[...]

I am going to kill you.

[Just... calmly reaching over and laying the SFC flat on its face. Enjoy a cameraful of table, Summoner. You made him horny as hell and now you're pulling this? Ass. He has important issues to take care of!]

[And that important issue involves his bulge. Shut up. He has the house to himself, alright, it's fine! Kind of!]

[Try to ignore all the cheerful laughing and giggling. If Darkleer could see him, he would have the biggest smile on his face. But the best part is Darkleer just moves the SFC and doesn't completely turn it off.]

Come on babe, don't be like that.

You know I needed to get a laugh in there, heh heh, some where. Better now before you really started to get hot and heavy.

Oh, do shut that gaping gash in your face that dares to call itself a mouth, thank you ever so kindly.

[Rustling noises are coming, like cloth and metal being fiddled with.]

Or at the very least go talk to a squirrel instead of tormenting me. Ah. Immature jester, sometimes, can't believe you...

Go talk to- hahaha. Oh, right right. That's why you left it on, so I could leave, and not listen to you, uh, do whatever it is you are doing.

[Might be able to hear the sly smile on his face.]

I can still enjoy the show, even only hearing you, Tink... And you want that, don't ya?

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