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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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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?

The fact that I've left the device on is because I'm simply too preoccupied with other matters to turn it off properly.

[More clothes shifting, and the sound of something made of cheap plastic and glasses clinking as it's set upon the table. A deep shuddering inhale and exhale of breath.]

I... certainly never said that...

[Summoner can't help how he breathes in response to hearing him. He's also trying to make sure this is real, and actually happening right now. Because... Because fuck? Like, he would have never expected this from Darkleer. But he can hear him. He doubts Darkleer is faking it, but even if he WAS, dear mother grub who is this blue blood troll and what happened to the tight ass prude he knew from before?]

Haa... Maybe next time I'll have to make it up to y-you... let you watch me.

[A swallow, still staring at the screen even though it's just a table surface for now. Ears listening to every sound, a hand cradling his chin with the other on his leg.]

[Oh Lysunder. Lysunder, Lysunder, Lysunder. Not everyone can go flaunting around their sexuality, you know, but that certainly doesn't mean it's absent. And isn't there some sort of saying about the most prudish being the freakiest behind closed doors...?]

[Well.]

[As for a tight ass, yes, Darkleer certainly is one. Maybe you'll get to experience that for yourself. In the meantime, Darkleer just makes a soft noise at that suggestion, and then another wet sound that could be him licking his lips again.]

I imagine that would depend on why you're making it up to me...

[His words are low and his breath is heavy. The chair creaks as some sort of rough cloth- his gloves no doubt- runs over flesh in a way that can just faintly be heard if one is listening as carefully as Lysunder is. Darkleer hisses immediately after.]

[Yes there is. And about Summoner getting to be someone that knows about it, that definitely is something he can appreciate.]

[A twitch, listening, eagerly watching incase the view changes, his thumb softly rubbing his leg.]

Because I'm an ass and I know it. Should I make it up to y-you? [Ohh... dear, that hiss was nice. He's adhusting in his seat a little as he listens, legs tensed.]

By letting me watch you...

[A longer, more drawn out slithering sound of cloth on flesh and Darkleer makes a strangled little whine in the very back of his throat.]

You'll need to be a bit more specific. Watch you do what?

[His voice is still low and breathless. No other sounds, but something is certainly making him breathe out soft little whimpers and gasps.]

Well I don't know, whatever you please.

[A smiles, Darkleer might hear a long pulled in breath and then a sigh before Summoner speaks again.]

Maybe- haa...

Set a scene maybe, let me writhe in it. I don't handle myself often, but uh, I could try that if you wanted to watch. [A short laugh.] Might not be much of a show though.

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[private] My cat keeps pawing at the screen when Sum's icon pops up

[private] Awww....kitty. Hi cat!

[private] Stop communing with the cat!

[private] Sorry! I couldn't help myself.

[private] He nearly sat right on the keys, kitty ass everywhere

[private] He wants to play too. Let him write a tag, I'm sure he has talent.