( open ) out of isolation

[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & YOU, thomas nightingale (ettersberg) & YOU
What: a month in the life of a former assassin, a month in the life of the former last sanctioned wizard of the uk
When: may
Where: flona cove and khalo
Warning(s): alcohol and fyrra use, nudity, sex and probably swearing

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[toten_sie]

[ 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.]

[ettersberg]

( 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. )

[toten_sie]

[ 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. ]

[ettersberg]

( 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. )

[toten_sie]

[ 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?

[ettersberg]

( 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.

[toten_sie]

[ 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?

[ettersberg]

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

Please.

[toten_sie]

[ 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. ]

[ettersberg]

( 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.