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March Catchall - 1 Closed Prompt

Who: Mat and OPEN
When: March
Where: Thorne and the Horizon
What: Questing, the eclipse, player event, domain building
Warnings: N/A will add as needed

1 - Spoonce Catching - Closed to Anakin and Hennessy

Following the summit, Mat's had a good deal to think about. Including 'what is he even doing?'. Not on a grand scale, but on the day to day. He supposes he has been rather aimless. Which is why he's here at the head of a street, with Anakin, dressed for dirty work. Catching critters, even in a city, is always dirty work. But he's good at catching critters, and spending his time helping newly hatched birds is a better use of it than lazing around the castle.

Besides. He's got a soft spot for baby animals.

"From the description, it shouldn't be very hard to find the things. I got a net and a sack from a mage - s'not cruel, birds calm down in the dark and a sack's soft without any edges or corners they can hurt themselves on. I've been doing this since I was little."

B - Eclipse

Mat's standing outside a tavern in the city, smoking a pipe, when it happens. His first instinct is fear. He's never seen an eclipse before, only is vaguely aware it's even a thing that happens. And where he comes from, darkness covering the land is a terrible sign.

But the citizens around him don't seem to be reacting as though doom has come to claim them all, so that comforts him some. He's good at following the lead of those who know better. All up and down the street, he can see illumination springing up. Magic. Well, he...is actually prepared. He reaches into his pouch and pulls out the little ring he'd gotten at the summit. Slipping it on, he's impressed with how bright it actually is. Does this sort of thing last long?

Either way, he thinks it best to get back to the castle. He steps into the street and cups his hands around his mouth.

"Hey! Anyone else heading up the castle, come on! Got a...magic finger torch here, to light our way."

C - Event

It isn't that he's found himself, for lack of a better explanation, randomly channeling that has Mat a bit off kilter. It's the fact that he wasn't immediately bothered by it. He can't even chalk it up to some effect from the Horizon. That already happened, he knows what his gift from the Horizon is. It's not freezing his morning wash water as he tries to scrub his face. It's not making his pillow smolder and smoke. And those things should have chilled him and sent him running to the water closet to be sick.

And yet they hadn't. Not at first. And not for a bit after, either. He feels mostly alright now, but...

"Fuck me." But there's little force behind the thought, as he leans against the wall of a corridor in the castle. Random bursts of channeling. That's it, then. It's happening at last. No more wondering, no more worrying. One upside, he supposes.

He lets out a frustrated groan and...a little burst of lightning in the middle of the corridor. It's brief, just a flash, leaving the smell of ozone and a black smudge on the carpet.

"...huh. I did that."

A part of him wonders....what would it be like to do it on purpose?

D - Horizon

Aside from his first journey to that ephemeral place called the Horizon, Mat hasn't done too much with the little part that's 'his'. He'd made a rich green forest, full of streams and flowers and forest creatures, only because he misses wandering the woods as he so often did back home. They aren't the same woods, they're a creation of his own mind, but it does the trick. Makes him feel less trapped and away from all he knows.

But it lacks a sense of a personal space. He stands in a field by a little lake, contemplating. He understands he can create anything here, make it look and feel however he wants. It's still a bit daunting, the idea that he could have this much power over the environment around him. It feels like it shouldn't be right. Still. Plenty of others make all sorts of things here, and to no ill end.

It needs a place for him, he decides. A place that's all his. Something nice. Something grand. He sighs and concentrates....and there it is. Right out of nothing, a little manor house by the water.

In spite of his doubts, he laughs loudly in sheer delight, clapping his hands as he surveys his very own manor house. Blood and ashes, maybe he ought to put more personal touches about....

F - Wildcard

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"Oh I missed it, I'd love to hear you sing. I'm not very musical myself." Jesper has a music room in his space though, because it's Wylan still sneaking its way in. Maybe he'll teach himself to play the piano while he's there, and there's an art area for him to test out some of his Grisha skills too. Technically Durast abilities are very creative, so he'll have space for that. He's never tapped into it before.

His eyebrows shoot up and then waggle at Mat, grinning ear-to-ear. "Oh really. Do tell me about your ideas for this sexy room." He's calling a spade a spade, as if an intimate visitor wouldn't be going to a bedroom. Intrigued would be the precise word for the glow in gray eyes.

"I got some lessons from a Gleeman. Ah...a bard? Only they do a lot more than sing. It's a good way to make some quick coins." There's always a corner or a tavern that is in want of an entertainer.

"And of course a room like that needs a very large and comfortable bed. To start with. A nice cabinet of fine spirits. Closet with scarves and silk ropes. Books. The sort that have those kinds of stories in them." Mat has only ever seen that sort of book once, but there's got to be dozens of them.

Who'd ever have known he had a whole house in his head? This is quite fun, actually.

"There's a Summoned here in Free Cities that's become a bit famous as a bard here as well as apparently back home. Have you tried to get coin for it? Apparently it can be lucrative." Jesper doesn't really know Jaskier himself (yet), but he's heard of him, because he pays very close attention to information in the area. And about anything related to Summoned. It's a strategic sort of thing, to try and be one step ahead.

Jesper listens to his description and nods, all very good ideas for a sexy room! And frankly, quite sexy to even hear about."A friend told me where she's from there are full books of pictures of naked people in it. Realistic too, not artistic." Jesper's personally not seen much of that before, definitely people have doodled or done very nice work, but the way she described it sounded more graphic.

"The sad part of it is that she only had those, no one her age to actually fool around with and have fun." Seriously. How tragic is that? Jesper literally clutched his chest in sympathy when he heard it. "I get twitchy if I got a few months without it." Which he currently has.

"I busk in Thorne. Put out a hat, folks toss in coins if they feel generous. Sometimes I get hired for a night in a public house. Between that and dice and the occasional inattentive citizen with loose pockets I do alright."

Though he's very careful with his pickpocketing, confining himself to drunks unlikely to be warded or aware. Too much risk of magical protection, it's not worth it.

Mat's eyes widen and he looks over at Jesper.

"What, really? I've seen some drawings, but...wouldn't call them particularly lifelike." Huh. Imagine that. Maybe they have those sorts of things here...he'll have to make some careful inquiries. He'd very much like to see a book like that.

"Ah, tell me about it. I count myself frightfully lucky, to have found an eager and regular bedsport partner so quickly. Though I admit, I wouldn't mind a bit of variety. Don't misunderstand, I enjoy my fellow immensely. We have great fun and our tastes are very suited to one another. And he is simply fucking beautiful. But I do enjoy a change of scenery now and then."

"Careful, even if we can meet here on the Horizon, I'd hate one of my favorite people to get jailed." Jesper is suspicious that Thorne is not a place to mess with, despite seeming fancy and giving its Summoned everything. Stealing in Cadens is quite easy in comparison, but they don't rely on magic much. Jesper does it much less these days, a highly militarized place like Free Cities might put him in the army as a punishment.

"Yes, it sounds amazing, honestly. She called them tittie mags or something like that, for the obvious reasons." Naked women, although Jesper has to assume men are in there too, because he's an equal opportunity looker.

Jesper turns to look at him, gray eyes speculative for a moment, and then he smiles. "I'm a little insulted you didn't follow that up with immediately hitting on me, Mat." It's been months. He's so tired of dreaming of gold-red hair and blue eyes, skin a perfect rosy. He's never been good at being lonely. He steps closer to him and raises his eyebrows, playful. "I happen to be very pretty scenery, thank you very much."

"I'm careful - not often, and never a sober target." Mat's no fool. He's had the very same thoughts - it's much easier to be caught in Thorne. He has other ways to supplement his income.

"Well, that seals it. We've a mission. We need to find ourselves some of these naked books. With all the wonders of this world, they've got to have something like it." He refuses to believe otherwise. There's probably all sorts of erotica about, behind closed doors.

Then his own eyebrows raise, speculatively and with a look of appreciation. Sometimes it can be difficult to discern what's proper flirting and what's simply friendly teasing. Light knows half of his own flirtations have no true intention.

"You are indeed a very pleasing view. No insult meant, I assure you. I do try not to assume everyone I meet wants to take me to bed, difficult as the idea is for me to comprehend. I have very far reaching appeal."

"If there aren't any around here, maybe I can visit her Horizon and she can show me what it is, so I can get us our own." That seems like an easy way, if there's not something similar here. Then Jesper can share with Mat and everyone wins. He plans on getting Gideon laid, it was his solemn promise to her, and he meant it. This would be a fitting reward for it!

Jesper flirts constantly with everyone, it is what he literally did on his network post regardless of who it was or if he'd met them, because it's fun. It is hard to suss out when he means it, for certain, but he is never afraid to just go for the kill. Rejection really isn't that much of a concern for him. He's been rejected enough for three lifetimes, he'll flirt with the next person. But until now it has been rather harmless with Mat, but he's tired of being chaste. And yes, chaste is a few months for him.

"I asked you to show me your sexy room, mate. It's alright, I don't mind being direct." He is a very confident person and wastes no time in closing the space between them. Jesper cups his face and kisses him, not careful or tender, instead as direct and bold as he promised to be.

Mat never minds anyone being direct. He prefers it himself, avoids messy misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

And Jesper is very direct indeed. Thoughts of finishing the interior of his manor flee his mind in an instant. It's fine, the important bits are done. Who cares about some empty rooms? He'll deal with those later. A bit of sporting sounds far more appealing.

He does enjoy kissing someone taller than him. It's rare, really, considering his own height. But Jesper has him beat, and he needs to tip his head up and back to return the kiss. Which he does, eagerly.

"Mmm. Direct indeed." He pulls away after a moment, but not far. "I would venture to guess you don't just want to see my special room. Should we put it to the test? Or do you prefer your fucking in the open air?"

Jesper also doesn't love messy misunderstandings or long silences where no one wants to say anything. That was far too much of his romance with Wylan at times, but for him, he tolerated it. It's not a preference. He likes having fun with people who are on the same page and despite being promiscuous, Jesper always likes the people he hooks up with. It's why he thinks this was inevitable; the more he grew to like Mat as a person, the more he thought about how easy it would be to fall into bed with him.

"Oh I want the room and everything you mentioned in it." He smiles and runs long fingers through Mat's curly hair. "All you have to do is focus and make it happen." Jesper's playful as he lets his hands wander, bold as they move over Mat's shirt and down to his trousers. He doesn't undo them but distracts with a caress of his fingers under Mat's shirt, across his belly, suggestive.

"Don't let me distract you, darling."

"Oh you are distracting, and there won't be much of a room if you keep it up!"

But Mat is laughing, and he doesn't pull away. Not just yet. But blood and ashes is it hard to keep his focus when Jesper's so pleasantly pawing at him. His attention is diverted southwards, his blood heating already. Still, he tries to build the image in his mind, to call it forth to be ready and waiting for them. At the very top of the manor house, a great open room. All in reds and golds and shades between. With a fantastic view. Furs on the great raised bed and on the floor. A fireplace. Yes...he can see it.

"Alright, you've got to still your hands for a few minutes. Let's go on in. What we need ought be done."

He does pull away now, to move to the doors.

"Oh!" He stops as he reaches them. "Before we get much further, ought to ask if you prefer to take or be taken. I've no preference, myself."

Jesper laughs too since he is being a menace on purpose, his own blood heating up and that nice familiar heady feeling of wanting and being wanted coming over him. He finds there is no actual guilt in him, not about this. All he has is anticipation. He is contemplating his mouth on Mat's neck as he creates the room in question but he is snapped out of it. He pouts when Mat goes to the doors but he is only a step behind him.

The question is a good one to start with, since simply going with the flow tends to be his answer, and sometimes that means miscommunication. Jesper opens the door for him, considering. "I normally don't either." He is happy to have sex no matter what way it is, but with two switches, someone has to make the call. He puts a hand on Mat's back the way he did earlier, in a friendly way. Saints, to have this body stretched out though, the curls bouncing, it'll be beautiful.

"But as your guest," he jokes, "I think I'd very much like to fuck you on your brand new bed." Jesper has confidence in this area, feeling comfortable taking Mat's hand and kissing the back of it. "You'll make such a pretty picture."

"And far be it from me to deny you what you would like!"

He gives a wink before turning his hand in Jesper's to clasp the other young man's, leading him eagerly inside. There's little time to reflect on Mat's designs, but it looks good at a glance. Just as he'd described, grand stairway and all. Which is exactly where he leads Jesper, half running, still holding his hand.

It's odd, though, to know the layout of this place that has only existed for half an hour or so. He's never been inside but he knows it. Up the main stairs and down a corridor with a green runner and closed doors along the walls. Another staircase, spiraled, up to the very top of the single tower.

To The Room. Which of course could use some improvement, but is more than suitable for now. The grand bed is there, the bookshelves, the cabinets promising added pleasures. All of the important things.

"Look at that...just as imagined!"

He finds he needs a moment to just marvel at what they've done.

Jesper laughs and follows along gamely, squeezing his hand affectionately. He is impressed as they move their way throughout it, so freshly built, and it feels new, it feels creative and fresh. Because it came right out of Mat's mind now. Jesper looks around as they move, seeing the details as he goes. He'll definitely have to poke around in his another time, maybe make a few more details that are his own and not merely mimicking the locations of his loved ones.

"It's somehow very fitting the grand bedroom would have to be at the top." For one, guaranteed privacy, for two, it'll be Mat as the king of his castle, so to speak, and almost literally. Jesper pauses once they get to the room too and he admires it, letting Mat take in his invention. "You did a grand job, Mat. With maybe a little inspiration from yours truly." He likes that when he comes back here, he'll remember the parts Mat made in front of him, connected to it that way.

"Come on," he says with a grin, tugging Mat toward said grand bed. He turns as they go so he can push Mat onto it first. "How does it feel?" Since Mat made it!

There's no protest at all from Mat, he falls back easily, hands already going to the buttons of his fancy tunic to begin undoing them. He's grinning, eyes bright with the sheer joy of the bedding meeting him as he stretches out.

"It feels fucking amazing!"

Like no bed he's ever lain in before, even his one in the castle. Soft but firm at the same time, somehow sinking beneath him but conforming to his body. The comfort is beyond description. It's going to be incredible being fucked on a bed like this!

"Come here and join me, give it a go yourself."

Jesper watches him sink into the bed like it's pure bliss and he shrugs out of his green vest, undoing his own buttoned-up green shirt and lazily leaving them on the ground without concern. He's skinny for someone so tall, lanky and long-limbed, with definition in his muscles despite his weight, and his Dregs tattoo covers all of his left forearm. Gray eyes admire Mat stretched out like that as he comes closer, crawling onto the bed a moment later.

"Shit, this is amazing." Jesper didn't even try to make Wylan's bed more exciting than his memory of it, although he did lie down on Kaz's for far too long, and imagined it very flat and uncomfortable. One of those 'probably should fix it' thoughts for later. "What a home you've made for yourself, love."

Jesper moves up onto him, smirking as he reaches up to the buttons of Mat's shirt and simply snaps it right off. "You can imagine another one later," he points out, the fun part of getting to rip someone's clothes off and have them be fine. He puts his hands on either side of Mat's head and leans down to hungrily kiss him, having missed the rush of this, the heat.

Mat laughs - Jesper is entirely right, he can simply create whatever clothes he wants from nothing. They can be torn and ripped in any fashion and it won't matter. Let his clothes be literally shredded from him, if it's his partner's pleasure.

But he's captivated by Jesper's tattoo, his fingers reaching up to trace the lines of it. He's never seen a tattoo like that - they aren't common in his corner of the world.

"That's beautiful," he manages before the other young man's mouth meets his. Mat rises up into the kiss, hands sliding up Jesper's arms to his shoulders, lips parting eagerly. His own frame is similar, slim and long though not without some muscle to him. It's wiry muscle, but there all the same. He's put some meat back on his bones, since coming to Thorne and eating regularly and well for a change.

"Mm, it is, it's got a story too, remind me to tell you later." Jesper is a little too distracted to go into it right then. He is much more interested in tasting Mat and exploring him, moving his lips down to the curve of his neck and down his chest. His favorite part about sex with a new partner is learning what makes them different, no such thing as two exactly alike. He takes his time, caressing Mat's nipples with his tongue, sliding his own body down as he goes.

"I want to make your first experience in this bed a magnificent one, darling." Jesper smiles into his stomach, tilting his head to look up at Mat from where he is. "Can I put my mouth on you? I want a taste." It's good practice to ask and he's very talkative in bed, like everywhere else.

Later is just fine with Mat. There's far more pressing things to focus on at the moment. Such as Jesper's exploring mouth. That is just delightful, really. And Mat makes no attempt to hide his appreciation, moaning softly as he shifts underneath the other man. His own hands trace along Jesper's shoulders, his upper back, doing some exploring of their own.

"Oh I have no doubt I'm going to enjoy myself thoroughly. You can put your mouth anywhere you please, you lovely thing. I'm already hard and ready for you."

It doesn't take much to get Mat going, and Jesper has stoked those fires quite effectively. He's aching for it, and lifts his hips insistently to drive the point home.

Sex has always been a relief to him, like the rush of adrenaline of a fight or a win during a bet, except it has no real downside. No possibility of getting shot or losing all his money, only pleasure and satisfaction to be found at the end of it. It's why holding out is difficult for him, all he longs for is that calm after the storm, although the storm is just as glorious.

He undoes Mat's pants and strips his clothes off when he helpfully lifts his hips, immediately nuzzling at Mat's cock and letting his tongue teasingly curl around him, mouthing at the base. Jesper places one hand on Mat's thigh to hold him still for now, long fingers stretching out on it, while the other wraps around him. He missed this, everything about it. There's nothing he loves more than pleasing someone else.

He licks the tip to get that taste he was thinking of, sighing. "Perfect." Jesper could tease for awhile but instead he gets impatient, taking Mat's tip fully into his mouth.

Mat takes much the same approach, when it comes to sex. It's fun and a good way to work out all that energy he always has. It's even more fun with it's with a friend - and friends who are interested in casual sex aren't generally in abundance. Oh he'd had a few back home, but for the most part...well, encounters during festivals and fairs when all of the Two Rivers came together.

And while it hasn't been that long for him, he's still very eager. It's exciting, with a new lover. There's no trace of shame as he lifts his hips to help Jesper get him out of his trousers. He's got nothing to be ashamed of, he's trim and fit and possessed of a very acceptable cock - at least as far as he's concerned - and he keeps himself tidily groomed. He's yet to have any complaints.

Which he doubts is about to change, with how enthusiastically Jesper sets to work. Mat's hands grip the bedding beneath him and he lets out a low hiss of pleasure at the first touch of the other man's tongue. Mouth sex, in his opinion, is just amazing. The tricks a tongue can do... And Jesper's tongue is promising to be talented indeed.

"Oh fuck yes!" He is not quiet in bed, and certainly not when he has no reason to be. There is no one in this section of the world but the two of them, on this bed together. There's no need for quiet.

"Just like that, handsome. You'll undo me in no time."

Casual sex was the only thing Jesper ever knew until recently, although it still technically is, since he and Wylan were 'taking it slow.' He lived in a port city which meant there were endless opportunities and he loved the excitement that came from strangers, but his favorite was definitely with friends. There's a genuine ease to it, no need to put on an act, just have a good time. That's how it feels here, warm and easy, and he prefers a loud partner. It feeds his ego and spurs him on.

Jesper's tongue is very clever and talented, running along the inner side of the head as he takes it in, bobbing up and then down, enveloping inch by inch into his hot wet mouth. He enjoys going down on all of his partners, he likes the focus it takes, the way it breaks them apart in pleasure. He hums around him and the hand wrapped around Mat starts moving with his head, sliding up when he lifts off and down when he takes him deep.

He pulls off and his hand keeps stroking, licking the slit at the tip, before glancing up at Mat with gray eyes. "Let's find out if there is a refractory period in this mental place, shall we?" Jesper hasn't had sex with anyone in or out of it, but he's curious to know if some things are different. It all feels the same, tastes the same.

The hand holding Mat's hips down moves away. It reaches up to grab one of Mat's hands and bring it to his short dark hair. "Fuck my mouth, Mat. You can go as much as you'd like. I don't have a gag reflex." Jesper winks at him and gets back down to it, sucking Mat into his mouth and relaxing his throat, making space so that Mat can use it to his heart's content.

"Now that...is a brilliant idea..."

The words are managed between pants and moans, Mat eagerly following Jesper's urging. Who is he to deny the lovely young man what he asks? He grips Jesper firmly, head thrown back into the pillows, hips pistoning with the unbridled energy of youth.

And it feels fucking amazing. It's not very often he finds himself in bed with someone quite so eager to have their mouth so thoroughly fucked, but the words 'no gag reflex' are like music to his ears.

It doesn't take long. Between being eighteen and Jesper's extremely praise-worthy talents in this particular art, he's gasping for breath and feeling that oh-so-pleasant tightening deep in his core.

"Almost there..."

He at least manages a warning before his fingers twitch and tighten and he finds himself tipping over into climax.

Jesper is a sensual person and he learned years ago that there were few things more fun than breaking someone apart in bed. It's always been a source of joy and he's reminded all over again when Mat is gripping his hair, thrusting inside of his mouth, enjoying every moment of it. He moans around his lover when he says he's almost there, ready to swallow and wring every drop out of him with a careful flick of his tongue.

Overstimulation is something to be careful of and he wants Mat to enjoy the aftermath of the orgasm, so Jesper pulls off him and sweetly kisses his thigh. Letting Mat feel good lets him focus on creating some useful oil for them. This may not be his domain exactly, but they are still able to modify when they want to, and this he wants to do.

Jesper strips off the last of his layers and sets the oil to the side, taking a few nice moments for his eyes to wander over Mat's beautiful naked body, newly flushed from ecstasy. "Look at you," he murmurs appreciatively. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive from the moment I laid eyes on you."

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