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[ Breathing against each other, kissing softly, rutting languidly - it's achingly intimate, and Jim's mind is a blurry glow of yes, good. Still, he has the habits he's worked hard to turn automatic, and it remains important for him to make sure she comes first. (Though it may be a near thing, today, for how relaxed he is.)

Speckled sunlight slips in patterns over them like a kaleidoscope as a gentle breeze somewhere above them shifts the leafy canopy overhead. Broad daylight out in a veritably public area, and yet there's no risque thrill about it, because he's not thinking of it that way. ]

( there's no urgency, which makes it feel less like a progression from a to be and more like she's treading water, admiring the scenery instead of trying to get somewhere. which means that when she comes, it's a surprise rather than something she's worked toward. for a moment, there's tension — but her muscles slacken again soon and she sighs against jim's shoulder as pleasure courses through her, not overwhelming but all-encompassing. )

[ Feeling her orgasm in the midst of something so peaceful is like a moment of electricity-- but even then he doesn't push much harder, doesn't tighten his grip and fuck her quicker like he might usually. Jim just keeps on, presses a brief, messy kiss to the side of her mouth, then leans their foreheads together.

It's like a wave breaking when he comes, without trying for it, just letting it wash over him. ]

[ Once they get there, it's like a dam breaks and Randel doesn't so much as pause as he starts pulling his clothing off. The military coat, the sweater, the linen undershirt, and then he's shirtless and working on his pants as he walks closer to the large bed and does his best to hurry with awkward, semi-dumb fingers that don't have a huge amount of sensation left in them even with the gloves off.]

[ John and danger are a combination that compliment and enhance each other, like chocolate and peanut butter.

Dutch grins at him, and he's trapped like like a fish on a hook. He drops under the water swims forward then surges up in front of her, making to grab Dutch and tug her toward his chest. If she'll let him, anyway. ]

Close enough?

[ If you didn't think John was full of bad lines, you're wrong. ]

( for a moment, thomas can do nothing but watch. randel is not a small man by any stretch of the imagination. thomas is tall, but he's still captivated by the width of randel's shoulders when he shrugs off the coat and sweater and undershirt, by the length of his legs, the strength of his thighs.

with a dry mouth, he hurries to catch up, fingers far less clumsy as he undoes his shirt buttons quickly, not quite bothering to fold the shirt so much as throwing it in the direction of a conveniently placed chair. )

[ He's glad he's not the only one having a little trouble, but he manages to push his pants and underthings down and off of him quickly enough, tossing them in the corner with the rest of his things. He stands, awkward now, and looks at Thomas to figure out where they want to go next.

He's only half erect, but even half is... considerable, drawing attention away from the multitude of scars all over his body. Some had been visible with his clothes, but now it's clear just how much of a patchwork of surgery he really is.

That's the other thing. He's looking to Thomas to make sure everything is still all right. The drugs are keeping him from dwelling or being self-conscious, but he knows that well enough to pause. ]

( he comes, too, a little after her, and dutch makes an encouraging noise and slides her hands aimlessly over his shoulders, neck, into his hair, just touching for the sake of it. more than she might usually, or at least more softly. )

Mh. ( it's just a pleased hum. the non-verbal equivalent of this is nice. )

( it's an impressive set of scars, but thomas is less interested in the scars than he is in the man who wears them. maybe another time, he'd be more concerned, but right now, he only steps closer, sliding his hands over randel's chest, touching for the sake of touching, leaning up to kiss randel again. )

( he grabs her and dutch lets him, moving against him easily and sliding her arms around his neck. at his question, she pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully. )

Better, at least.

( a beat. )

But you could be closer.

( he's not the only one with bad lines. )

Mmhm. [ Non-verbal agreement. Jim has just enough presence of mind to use one hand to grope around for - either the towel or his shirt, who knows, to do perfunctory cleanup so they don't congeal together horribly. But after, he ends up not moving, laying with her spaced out and warm.

Honestly if the Khali people didn't want visitors to bang in their sacred forest they shouldn't be giving folks so much fairy weed, so this is probably fine. ]

[ The touch to his chest feels like it's so much more, and Randel can't help but lean down and deepen the kiss. They're finally in private, without clothing between them, and he's not sure what he wants, but he knows that he does want. He draws back to breathe before resting his head against Thomas's.]

What do you want?

( it's probably fine. it feels fine, at any rate. dutch isn't worried and most of that might be the fairy weed, but some of it is also just the fact that she doesn't give too much of a shit about propriety on a good day.

slowly, she drifts off —

only to wake some time later to something soft and a little wet nosing at her. literally nosing. it's an animal nose. )

( randel deepens the kiss and thomas leans into it, moaning into it — and letting out a soft noise of protest when randel draws back. he's generally a quiet man, but not in this. not now, with everything feeling so intense. )

I want -

( he has a good idea what he wants and the thought alone makes him shiver. a moment later, he articulates it, voice dipping low. )

I want you to fuck me.

[ Jim slips easily from asleep to awake, too used to having to leap out of bed on off-shifts to handle this or that (and too used to escaping angry uncles and step-parents in the life before), so when the world stirs around them, he's already blinking muzzily.

Uh.

He assumes this must be a dream, at first, puzzled bleary eyes taking in the large creature huffing and sniffing them, but then the large, rhino-like head drifts over to shove its soft nose into Jim's bare hip and--

The noise he makes isn't a yelp. Definitely not. It's manly and not at all embarrassing. ]

[ There's a quick nod before he looks to the bed, and there's a glance around for some sort of lubricant, because that is going to need to be necessary.]

Do you want me to prep you?

( there's everything they'll need by the bed — not because thomas was prepared but because, it seems, the villagers were. )

Please.

( totally a manly and not at all embarrassing noise, yes. dutch, fortunately, has better control over her noise-making or at least has been trained not to make a sound unless she wants to.

she does sit up a little, eyeing the creature sniffing at them. it seems friendly for now. no visible teeth. could probably trample them to death. okay then. )

[ Captain Squeaky is groping around for something to cover himself with, not quite frantic but still somewhat alarmed. ]

Good morning, [ he says, vaguely affronted. The creature heaves a wet sigh, and continues sniffing. It has flowers growing on its head. ]

Move slowly. ( dutch suggests, very casually. the creature seems friendly so far, but that doesn't have to mean anything. dutch knows all too well just how deceiving appearances can be, and the ease and happiness of the fairy weed have dissipated, leaving all that knowledge at the forefront of her mind again. )

[ He nods as he takes in the lube, heading for the bed as he slicks his fingers. As soon as Thomas is in the right sort of spot, Randel has no qualms about leaning down to take his cock in his mouth as he reaches down to prep him for more. The best way to prep him for his size is to stretch him good and wide, and he'll stretch better if he's relaxed. ]

So it thinks I'm an edible plant? [ he grunts, but it's clearly just sass. Jim eyes the animal, but it seems fine, and glimpses he catches of its eyes suggest more than just dull cow intelligence. Not sentient, but something.

He yawns, ] I think I have grass where there shouldn't be any.

[ The creature shifts back a bit, and Jim's eyes go wide for a second as it moves awful quick-- but it's just sitting down with a great whump. It rests its head between them, wedged against both of their legs.

It makes a happy-sounding noise. ]

( randel swallows him down and thomas moans at the heightened sensation of something, someone inside of him, if only fingers, and the heat of randel's mouth around him. it all feels so much, so good, the fairy weed making everything stronger, leaving him breathless almost immediately. his hands curl into randel's hair, encouraging without ever pulling -- until he's close, so close and he doesn't think he can bear it another moment without the tension breaking. )

I'm ready.

So that it doesn't get scared and accidentally tramples us to death. ( but dutch doesn't sound all that worried. the creature seems pretty docile and not too easily scared. dutch figures if she was that size, she wouldn't be, either. not that she is now, considerably smaller in size than the animal but pretty damn sure of her own abilities regardless. )

Whose idea was this, anyway.

( yours, dutch. it was yours.

slowly, she reaches out to touch the creature's big head, shifting her leg a little away from it. not petting the thing. not poking it, either. just. touching. whatever. )

If I take the fall for this, does it earn me any bonus points? [ Since yes, it was Dutch's idea. Not that Jim's strictly opposed to semi-public sex even when he's not stoned, but. Fair is fair. (Negotiating is also fair.)

The animal makes a rumbling noise and tilts its head, but doesn't brush her hand off. The mannerism is almost like a dog trying to encourage pets.

Lightly, ]

Hopefully we're not in a zoo.

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