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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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...Hoooo...boy...

[A deep breath when he finally gets to see him, his eyes immediately starting at Darkleer's face. Summoner swallows, trailing his eyes down to get a glimpse of Darkleer's stomach.]

Shirt, off.

[Said quick, leaning forward a bit as his own hand smooths over the outside of his undershorts, feet shuffling a little get a flatter footing.]

I want to see that magnificent body of yours.

[The order makes him visibly shiver, and the compliment earns a breathy gasp. He squeezes down on his bulge just for some relief before quickly obeying. At least his horns are simple enough, easy for him to pull off his shirt without them getting in the way.]

[Once it's off, he looks like he nearly doesn't know what to do with it or himself, eyes flicking to the screen with all too open desire. It's the kind of desire that says, quite plainly, he would appreciate being fucked right through the bed and being riddled with hickies, and it is nothing but the greatest shame that this isn't happening. The shirt is soon set to the side, just barely on screen, and then Darkleer leans back. His hands grip at the armrests, kneading at them and shaking all the while. A little too much, and they'll break, but he just can't...]

Pleased... General?

[Just watches, rather quiet for the most part, his eyes sultry and spend a great deal of time looking over Darkleer's upper body. God, he's built. Why is strength so attractive? Male and female trolls alike, though with the guys it's always better if the strength is more of a literal thing, as well as emotional. Summoner's mouth compresses, swallowing before finally dragging his gaze up to admire Darkleer's hair, a few sleepy looking blinks before he locks his eyes to those shades still set on his face.]

As pleased as I can be without you here.

[Summoner just stares for a moment, an arm obviously tensing under it's wrappings as his hand continues to rub over himself slowly, staring, lips slightly parted.]

Run your hands over your stomach and chest...

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[But... Darkleer squirms, his bulge hot and throbbing and demanding attention, but that... That is an order. And knowing that Summoner is touching himself while he's like this...]

[Bowing his head so that his hair falls down just a bit along his cheeks, Darkleer slowly pulls his hands away from the armrests of his chair and presses them against his torso. One right in the middle of his chest and the other against his stomach. He drags them against his skin, all too aware of what a torment it is to not be touching where he's aching the most. Each time his fingers catch against an old scar, his breath catches and his hips shift.]

[Tilting his head back, he enjoys not only the feel of his callused fingers, but the feel of those eyes right on him...]

[A deep breath, fangs gnawing on the inside of his cheek before he tongue flicks out to moisten his lips. Summoner watches transfixed, hand still moving against the space between his legs with the other holds the SFC and rubs a thumb against it's surface. A small smile as he thinks how those fairies were probably monitoring their actions... and how these SFC devices they were given could be as well. A dark chuckle before moving his eyes down Darkleer's form.]

What are you thinking. Tell me, and move a hand to feel through your hair while you talk...

[The last problem on Darkleer's mind is how they're no doubt being constantly surveyed. He's come to that conclusion long ago, and knows there's no use worrying needlessly over it. They can't be watching every thing, unless they have no shame, considering there are some things even scientists shouldn't care to watch...]

[Besides. At least they'll give them a show this way.]

[Still keeping one hand at his stomach, scratching lightly at his skin, he obediently raises the other up further. He's positively sprawled out in his seat, as much as possible left out for Summoner to see.]

I want you here... I want it to be yours instead of mine, touching me, controlling me.. [His voice hitches here and there as he runs his fingers through his hair, not caring if they catch any small tangles. If anything, sensations like that just add to it more.] Sir, General, I want to feel your mouth again, please. It isn't the same..

[His fingers give a little twist, curling his hair around them and he gives a small tug that makes him groan louder and lift his hips up.]

Not the same at all.

[If they ever do watch, now would be a good time to do so, at least that's what Summoner thinks as he watches Darkleer present. It own breathing is harsh, deep, and the pressure of his own hand intensifies, pressing down the ball of it, fingers moving on their own.]

Love how you, uh, used to be so adamant on staying away from me. Now here y-you are, begging for it. I don't like to press on the fact, but there's something about a blueblood begging for copper to give him a work over.

[Chuckle.]

My mouth? Mmm, only if you deserved it. Keep calling me sir and General like that and y-your on the right track.

But why don't you give a hand the southern trip, ahh, get yourself off a little more.

[There certainly is something about a copper topping someone like him, and Darkleer certainly knows it. In fact, he's already admitted it, admittedly while under the influence of both alcohol and a curse, but it was the truth.]

[Besides... He wants to do this with him. He's alright with it- more than alright, would like to do more if his words are any indication. And that makes lightning go down his spine and start a wildfire of pleasure between his legs more than anything else.]

[Sliding down further into his chair and adjusting his legs for a better position to brace himself in, he takes in a deep breath.]

Oh, thank you, General...

[Oh it gives him a thrill to say that.]

[Fingers still loosely threaded in his hair and resting against his collarbone, Darkleer eagerly slips his hand back down between his legs. His pants were already undone and tugged down a bit more, exposing his hips, so he doesn't have to work much before his hand is curling around it again. Darkleer bites down on his lower lip again as he begins to start up a slow pace.]

[Sometimes Psii likes to hack things with his SFC. Signless knows this, and ignores the behavior, since it's something his friend would have done in the past too, and he encourages anything that reminds him of the Psii he used to know.]

[However, when he comes into the tent and sees curled in a ball, blushing furiously, with his SFC laying on a sleeping bag a few feet away, that's a cause for concern. He sits next to his friend and picks up the device, looking to see what Psii had been up to.]

[Oh god, WHAT?!]

[... damn, Darkleer is really built...]

[But... this means Darkleer and Summoner are together? That is certainly some flushed conversation and roleplaying, and just the tone of their voices tells him all he needs to know. Signless beams at Psii, and types a quick message to them, not thinking about how such a thing might be perceived.]

I KNEW IT!

Psii...oniic?

[Lack of care for them being found out. More just wondering... who...this is? Yeah, not even tact enough to remove his hand from his pants.]

[Instantly, at the realization that someone has hacked into their line, Darkleer instantly loses the aroused and submissive air about him and falls right back into the usual stiffy, tight-assed highblood who is a bit frantic right now as he suddenly lurches forward and snaps a hand over the camera.]

[No sexy and built body for you guys anymore, just an extreme close up of a palm and a choked little noise.]

[He recognizes the yellow font, but no double i's, just all caps and oh god, please, please let that not be...]

WHAT? OH, NO, WAIT A MINUTE...

NO, IT'S ME.
SORRY ABOUT THE INTERRUPTION, NEEDED TO SEE WHAT WAS UPSETTING PSII.
OKAY, I'LL BE LEAVING NOW.
LATER!

[...Ah hah.]

Huh. Uh, all right.

[Pause.]

Feel free to take part, Tights, throwing that on the counter where we can all see it.

[Snicker.]

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No.

[That single word is muffled and groaned out. And not sexy groaned, either, but 'I hate my life and everything that has resulted in my life and I am going to go drown myself in the shower now, thank you kindly'.]

I'm... leaving. Right now. Good night.

[Still muffled. Also turning off the SFC. God he is so mortified, fuck fuck fuck fuck.]

[Whoops.]

NO THANK YOU, SUMMONER, ALTHOUGH I APPRECIATE THE OFFER.
PSII IS STILL KIND OF UPSET, SO I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THAT.
YOU GO FIND DARKLEER!
GO ON, GO! GO FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!

...Ugh, look what you did. [A rather sad sigh, and a zip up of his pants before he grabs the SFC.]

Tell Psii I'm sorry he had to see any of that, and uh, don't, don't say anything, all right? [A breath, putting the back of his wrist against his forehead.]

Mother grub knows Tink'll be hard to get going again after that. [Pause.]

...Or maybe not, don't really know yet.

Uh regardless, later Tights.

[Gonna move a hand to put his triforce earrings in now, he'll need them to get into Darkleer's apartment anyway.]

[Darkleer is oblivious to all of this because Darkleer has abandoned the SFC and absconded to the hygiene block of the hive him and the kids share! It is time for a nice, freezing cold shower and just slumping against the wall, hating his life and wondering what's wrong with him.]

[Really, the rest of the hive will appear dark to any outsider, save for a soft light coming from one room which would be Darkleer's.]

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