[closed] they told me all of my cages were mental

[ordinar]

Who: Wilhelm & miscellaneous
When: throughout October & November
Where: Thorne, Horizon
What: Catchall for dramatic bitch fall
Warnings: will adjust as needed


Closed starters to follow. Maybe some open starters eventually.

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[ordinar]

Rhy's touch, electric on the back of his neck and his scalp, holds him in this moment. Whatever awful things are happening outside the sanctuary of this room, Wilhelm has forgotten to worry about them. He almost forgets about a certain boy who stole his heart and broke it.

Almost. As he learns Rhy's body, it's impossible not to think about how he wishes he'd had more time to learn Simon's, studying him in the soft light of morning, mapping him with hands and mouth. But he doesn't think about it for long. Rhy deserves his full attention.

Which is what he receives, as Wilhelm laps up the pearl of precum before plunging down further, swallowing as much of his cock as he can. He hasn't figured out how to soften his throat to make the most of his mouth's cramped space, but hopefully enthusiasm counts as much as skill.

Hollowing his cheeks, holding him tight, he slides his mouth up Rhy's shaft. A quick flick of his tongue around the flushed head, and down he dives again. When his mouth is full, he cups Rhy's balls, thumb brushing the base of his cock.

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Rhy groans, a soft, low rumble moving from his chest to his throat. He isn't shy about his sounds in bed, rewards his lovers with them liberally; Wilhelm will not have to wonder if he's enjoying what he's doing.

The extra stimulation from Wilhelm's hand elicits a sigh. His fingers continue stroking the boy's hair-- and then, experimentally, he tightens his grip. Gently, at first. Just enough to let Wilhelm feel the tug as a presence there at the back of his scalp.

"You don't have to take it all," he murmurs. "Just as much as feels comfortable. You feel so good. Mmh, keep using your tongue, just like that..."

[ordinar]

His groan melts over Wilhelm's skin, trickles down to pool deep in his belly. The pulling at his hair, like the persuasion of gravity, presses into him the dizzying thought that Rhy wants this as much as he does. It's nice to be wanted in the spaces you choose for yourself. Wilhelm breathes in through his nose, inhaling Rhy's spiced scent, then out again in a rush. With each murmur of encouragement, his confidence kindles brighter.

"Mm," he hums when he's got his mouth full of Rhy's cock.

He settles into a rhythm, bobbing up and down Rhy's shaft. Squeezing him in the wet heat of his mouth, slurping hungrily at the head while pumping him. Slanting into a quicker pace, his own impatience getting the better of him.

Before long, Wilhelm is squirming on his knees. His hips wiggle, his toes curl. His rhythm stumbles as he grabs his cock, gives himself a good stroke, and his sigh splashes hot over Rhy's flushed skin. When his eyes rise up, a little embarrassment lingers in his expression, but it surrenders to the pleasure commanding him. Picking up where he left off, he swallows Rhy's length again.