❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

[natha]

In normal circumstances, this would have been near the time in which you're called upon to greet the newly awakened. Unfortunately, I speak to you to inform that we must postpone that — there is trouble on your horizon. What, I cannot see for sure. We shall continue to monitor the situation, however — we - ... we — [feed cuts off.] OLYMPIAN PRESERVATION     The city of Olympia is preparing the send-off of its most prized artifact: the heart of the ancient dragon, Ysverai. In doing this, they've transformed the palace court into an exhibition detailing the centuries-old war between Wyver and Olympia. Sculptures of Nithor the Exalted and his men and women in clean, white marble, while their armors are polished in perfect gold. Among Nithor are the sculptures of stallions in all shapes and sizes that also aided in the great war. Further in the exhibition, one may also find other artifacts of much older weaponry, rusted by its time in the earth, and items found from a time when humans feared the dragons. The Royal Guard has increased its numbers in wake of such a public event, particularly because the heart will be in display also. The heart is not what one might expect it to be: about the size of an average human, the heart's core is surrounded in stone, a red glow emitting from its still beating core. If that were not unsettling enough, one might also find that lingering around this particular exhibit will have undue affects on one's inhibitions. You'll notice your heart has fallen into sync with the organ, and your more selfish desires will come forth. Things that have long been buried will rise up and place you in a state of unease, encouraging paranoia about your companions intentions. Allow it to fester, and one will carry this feeling with them long after you've left the scene. It's probably a good thing this is leaving Olympia — perhaps it's a source of so much conflict you've endured. It's easy to become mesmerized by all the historical artifacts that are present in Olympia's exhibition. Some even seem mystical or, like Ysverai’s heart, to hold unspeakable powers. Others are just a little eerie. Either way, Olympia prides itself in its generosity and their grand displays, and so refugees are urged to learn more about their artifacts by spending the night in Palace Court. Though, someone should probably mention that there are rumors of strange, almost occult things happening around these relics at night. People speak of armored soldiers casting shadows that have the ability to walk on their own, or gemstones that catch the moonlight in a certain way and show you visions. But those are just silly ghost stories, right? TALL TALES OF KHALO VILLAGE     Because of Khalo's proximity to Wyver, it's no surprise that they would catch wind of the peace talks between Wyver and Olympia. In response, for the first time in centuries, Khalo Village has willingly granted passage to outsiders — but visitors will immediately find out that one cannot just simply walk into the village. Visitors will need to inhale the smoke of a fyrra herb in order to enter the premises without falling into slumber. Khalo is notably different than what refugees are used to. Visitors, specifically refugees, will find that they are exceedingly accommodating. The Khali are very intrigued by the outsiders, thus they're treated with much respect and given instant access to some of the best lounges and fyrra the village has to offer. In exchange, the village is interested in hearing about your journey thus far. Whether it be through a conversation with another individual or the Khali themselves, they'll very likely to have been eavesdropping and recording the tales of their exploits. Why, exactly? Perhaps it will not be immediately clear, but if you happened upon a venasou, a tamed Khali creature, it may have guided you to their Enchanted Library. Upon entering the library, visitors will notice that it is quite the happening place — but not because it's occupied by the Khali, but because there seems to be an assembly of magical quills seemingly writing on their own. The quills are mostly undisturbed by the intrusion and will not stop writing even if parchment is taken from it; it will simply produce another piece of paper and continue its tales. If you happen to read the parchment, you may notice that there is a daunting similarity between your story and the ones being written here. Tales of Thesa birthing new races and sending them from the sky, for example, are very popular in Khalo Village. They mark July 15th as the day in which the Moon Goddess, Thesa, created more people in her image and brought them to El Nysa as saviors. The coincidences don't end there: specifics about your home world might be found in the writings if you search deeply enough — but it's not without its exaggerations. These stories are given all sorts of poetic and literary forms, from short stories to limericks, biographies to something similar to haiku. If asked, the Khali will inform visitors that the enchanted library has access to vague parts of your memories, and thus it is duty-bound to record. The Khali have not seen stories as strange as the ones being made by refugees, which is largely why they are interested in them. NOTE: This is entirely optional! You may make up your own "stories" (fanfiction) and it could be as accurate or inaccurate, or as serious or silly as you'd like. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — KING AND KIN. If one is willing to delve deep, they may also find parts of Wyver's past that have been removed from their own archives. These pages will recount the tales of Shanrian and Rasyc. Though a lot of the narrative seems to divide at certain points in the story, it becomes obvious with some quick reading that Rasyc is not only the son of Shanrian, but that he glorifies the Wyver of old, more bloodthirsty and brutal than it is today. Unlike his father, he does not take kindly to Olympia and the threat they will always pose for their people. He has not forgotten Olympia's past sins and he believes that, in his foolish quest for peace, the king has gone soft and no longer possesses the real will to fight. His present voice in affairs of state is not a loud one, as he chooses to speak in whispers and move in the dead of silence. In these quiet murmurings, he boasts of his unwavering belief in the power and dignity of his people. Of how they should all return to what they once were — the kingdom, its citizens, and naturally the father who he had once admired greatly. Though perhaps it can be argued that any estranged son would wish the same. It's difficult to pinpoint what becomes political and what is and always will be more personal for him. But, it hardly matters. It's clear that Rasyc will stop at nothing to achieve his objectives, even if it means never returning to place he calls home. Even if it means turning his back on his own father, Shanrian, King of Wyver... DRAGONFIRE. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors to the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works. In particular, tales of Ysverai, the last of Wyver's great high dragons. Ysverai is most commonly known for being slain by Olympia’s past king and legendary hero, Nithor, but here in Khalo he is depicted in another light. Ysverai is known to the Khali people as a wise being, old as the first inhabitants that walked El Nysa. The creature spoke in the common tongue to the early settlers, guiding them to refuge when his kin began to dominate the land at the cost of its own isolation. It ultimately becomes a tale of sacrifice, for its stand with Nithor became a testament against the Olympian Empire's long reaching influence. At the bottom, there is a quotation: Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late. It seems to end there. Refugees are naturally allowed to question the natives. However, keep in mind that many of their replies will seem more like speculation than fact. But maybe that can be fun too? If you have no interest in the library and the tales they've woven, feel free to explore any of the other areas of interest. Khalo Village is thrilled to be open for you all. THOSE THAT SEEK PEACE, AND THOSE THAT SEEK --     The morning of the 20th is marked by fairly dismal weather. The sky is overcast and a downpour seems imminent. Regardless of the poor forecast, those who signed up to assist in this mission will be required to come early in order to receive their briefing. Members of Group A: ▸ Jon Snow (song_of_ice) ▸ Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) ▸ Loras Tyrell (triplerose) ▸ Terra (earthy) ▸ Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) ▸ Solider: 76 (personalwar) ▸ Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) ▸ Mai(maipokerface) ▸ Olivier Armstrong (wallsofbriggs) ▸ Atsushi Nakajima (gekkajuu) Members of Group B: ▸ Kale (kaleorbekaled) ▸ Diana Prince (wondie) ▸ Pheonix Wright (objectionattourney) ▸ Revolver Ocelot (shashka) ▸ Frederick (pebblestone) ▸ John Sheppard (impavid ▸ Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy) ▸ Lena Oxton (quevarly) ▸ Allura (quintessent) Due to the rain, members of Group A will have to immediately stop by the checkpoint at the East Watchtower. Additionally, the Royal Guard and Knightryders are well-prepared with extra cloaks for those who may require it. They also will provide basic refreshments such as water and bread. People are encouraged to take what they need prior to their departure on this mission. The checkpoints are a bit far between, after all. Members of the envoy will also be encouraged to utilize this time to become familiar with one another. Maybe some introductions are in order? You never know who will end up having your back... For both groups, the paths will be relatively straightforward with evenly spaced checkpoints along the way. The only issue seems to be the downpour, really. The rain is unforgiving and the roads easily become unstable and increasingly difficult for the carriage to be drawn through. Hence, there may be more than one occasion where you will be expected to lend a hand in prying out its wheels from a particularly pesky (and muddy) pothole. Or perhaps you will be called upon by a fellow guard to assist in getting a particularly stubborn creature out of the path ahead of you. Seems like it may be a longer journey than you expected. Dirtier, too. While weathering the conditions may have been a bit tiring, this journey isn't too bad, right? Well, maybe not. GROUP A. Once the carriage gets through the worst of the terrain and finally manages to depart from the watchtower, it won't be long until the group is met with a physical roadblock. A large tree trunk will be set down the center of the road, acting as a blockade. But, before the group can react or begin crafting a plan around this obstruction, the carriage will be attacked without warning. At first, it's unclear where the attack comes from or from whom, but you don't have the leisure to deliberate this. You hear one of your fellow guards mention something about bandits frequenting these parts, but maybe there's more to it? Either way, your task is clear: protect the artifact, Nithor's skull, and fight the bandits off. You'll be encouraged to try and capture them so that they may later be turned and questioned by the authorities. GROUP B. With clear motives to restock and collect a few more materials for the carriage, it's evident that the envoy will appear restless to arrive at the second checkpoint. However, despite their unspoken delight at seeing the South Outpost from a distance, it's clear something has gone awry. There will be several hooded figures awaiting them right where the mud path meets the cobblestone of the Outpost's road. Soon, several more of these figures will come to flank them from both sides. While they seem like bandits, at least from their physical appearance, there is something far more polished in their movements. They will be attacking the envoy in concise, practiced formations. For those who are more perceptive, it becomes obvious that they are moving around and acting as decoy to one central figure. This member is likely the "leader" of their group, but no matter how one may try to close the distance between themselves and this mysterious leader, someone will constantly get in the way of that. The fighting also seems to act as a distraction since by the time everything is cleared up... only two things are missing. The leader of this group of bandits and more importantly — Ysverai's heart. NOTE: Those RNG'd to thread out the capture and questioning of the bandits will have starters below. For everyone else that signed up, you will still have the opportunity to capture the assailants even though they were not selected to thread the interrogation; you are free to make up your NPCs with the same basic guideline: they will not reveal their motive or their organization. You may turn them in to authorities (Wyver or Olympia or otherwise) or find creative ways to get rid of them. FINAL OOC NOTE     To reiterate: you may use this log as a general mingle for everything from the May Outline, including all Khalo Village activities. In other words, your top-levels don't necessarily have to be related to the prompts written here. An AC-eligible thread in which your character participates in anything mentioned in the May Outline and/or Khalo Village location page may be submitted for 2 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY June 10th 11:59 PM EST. For those who participated in this month's plot-related portion, to receive IC recognition for it, a summary of the thread must be submitted HERE by June 8th 11:59 PM EST. Please direct all queries to the question thread below. Thank you, and have fun! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[rosebyanyother]

["Playful" isn't something Peter is often on the receiving end of, and yet he's finding that he doesn't dislike it at all. Maybe it is the drugs. When Jim bumps their noses together, another laugh bubbles up from Peter, only to be swallowed up in the kiss.

Though it shortly turns into another warm hum as Jim's hand finds its way beneath his shirt. He arches a little bit into the touch and curls the fingers of both hands into Jim's hair at the back of his head.]

[willrevile]

[ Life's too short not to have fun.

Jim likes that hold in his hair, and shows his appreciation by pushing into the kiss, turning up the heat on the passion in it, continuing to touch him. Deft fingers find the indents of his musculature, the edges of his ribs, makes a small side missing of teasing the bud of his nipple. Until it gets heated enough that his attention begins to shift to wanting more, further-- and Jim backs off, tossing hair out of his eyes.

He flashes a smile at him, and sits up, tugging the other man with him.

Somewhere just a little more secluded, he thinks. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[By the time Jim starts to pull away, Peter isn't just arching into his hand, he's pressing. The path of his fingers feels overly warm in a way that sinks into Peter's skin in the most pleasant way possible. The first time Jim's fingers brush over his nipple? He tugs him sharply downward, even further and more firmly into the kiss and he's almost a little ashamed at how quickly it happens but his hips...definitely briefly buck upwards. It doesn't feel as intense after that first moment but ah.

Jim pulls away and pulls Peter up. Peter takes it one step further by rising to his knees, curling over Jim. Hands frame his partner's face as he insistently and deeply kisses him. He might have asked to be swept off his feet, but...well, he can't help it if a little bit of his own commanding personality shines through. Peter is never going to be particularly passive, or even wholly submissive. When he pulls away:]

I believe I heard talk of more private accommodations towards the back.

[He's just assuming that's why they've stopped.]

[willrevile]

[ Jim's reaction to the other man chasing after contact is a positive one; he smiles, nearly-neon eyes alight with intrigue and approval. Good, he likes that. ]

Yep, [ he says amiably, and stands up, snagging Alexander's hand to pull him up and along with him.

When in Rome is fine for most things, and he has no moral objections to carrying on right here, but Jim figures-- well, he signed up to be on the Coalition, and all. Fucking in public is probably a bit much. Once they're in the appropriate spot, Jim kisses him - then pushes him back onto the luxurious cushions, still playful, and maybe a little challenging, too. Getting right back into it, though, whether or not Alexander decides to wrestle back, determined to get clothes off and get his mouth where fingers were playing moments before. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[No wrestling, really, although Peter's hands snag quickly - very quickly, in fact - into Jim's clothes as he gracefully falls back into the cushions. Of course, it's unlikely that Jim wasn't about to come down with him anyway. But he tugs to make sure it happens.

Also it seems like he might be attempting to distract him from his task a little, which is...counterproductive? Maybe? But it's fun. Planting small kisses along his jaw and down his neck.]

[willrevile]

[ He laughs as they topple over, and stays smiling as they work on getting undressed - bit by bit, with Jim allowing himself to be distracted now and again. Though he does nip at Alexander's fingers once. Omnom piranha.

Another application of teeth: determining just how tightly pebbled he can get the other man's nipples, if he likes the sharp feeling of biting gently there. He's touchy and wholly comfortable with everything he's doing, peeling away clothes, kissing every newly exposed area of skin.

Jim's own skin is remarkably clear for someone who leads a life in an active military field, but medical science is a hell of a thing. There are old, faded scars, some of them oddlooking, partially nearly-vanished. A few patches of almost-sunburn, thanks to the beach. Space pale boys have a rough time. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[Peter's skin is almost flawless. Medical science really is a hell of a thing. Not a scar in sight...which is impressive. Especially considering just how dangerous his line of work can be. But he's had friends in high places. Some of those places have involved expert medical care.

On the application of teeth: yes. The first time Jim tries is a lot like the first time he touched there, only a sharper reaction. Peter gasps sharply. One of his hands has been roaming down Jim's newly exposed back as he leans upward a little to kiss his shoulder.

...His nails rake a little. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to leave a short red trail in their wake. Oops.]

[willrevile]

[ Oooo, that's very interesting. Perfect smooth skin and that reaction to some bitey action is actually giant neon sign levels of interesting, and Jim is all too happy to go about worrying a mark onto that skin. Just along the curve of his pectoral, and of course it's not anything that'll scar, it's just a hickey. (You know, in case Alexander thought Jim was in any way classy.)

The nails on his back feel good, little bit of an edge and contrast in sensation. He makes a please sound and lets his hips rolls against where they're pressed together, the obvious feeling of his erection against the other man's thigh. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[Well, if that's what some scratching earns him, then Peter is going to keep doing it. Deliberate and slow, while Jim does his best to leave a mark.

Peter's head is thrown back a bit, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips. It's just very deliberate as well, the usage of his teeth. Languidly, he draws one leg up, his foot dragging against Jim's leg until he can wrap it around his waist. Trapping him a bit.]

You like leaving souvenirs, hmm?

[...His voice would be a purr, but it's a little on the breathless side too.]

[willrevile]

[ Jim'll never be into outright pain, but one of the reasons he likes sex so much is the overwhelming intensity of it. So hell yeah, he likes that contrast, and doesn't at all mind fingernails on his back. (Though if he draws blood and starts trying to scrape in demonic symbols or something, then they'll have words.) ]

I like, [ and Jim exhales, a hiss through his teeth, feeling the burning threads along his back, ] feeling things.

[ He looks up, eyes bright, a little dilated. ] And making sure you do. [ One hand slips up as he talks, stroking along his chest, fingertips finding that red mark. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[Oh no, demonic symbols are definitely an "after the third date only" thing. It would be crass to do it so early on. (And he'd never do something as serious as draw blood without consent. Mild scratching is as far as this will go unless it seemed like more would be well-received. And even then, he'd ask.

Those gorgeous bright eyes. Peter looks down, reaches down, fingers under Jim's chin and thumb brushing across his bottom lip. This is turning out so well.]

I feel quite a bit, thank you.

[It's...pretty evident, the way that Peter's leg is hiked up around Jim's waist, pressing them together. He'd started this whole exchange off at least a little bit hard, and now he's definitely turned on. Quite a bit.]

[willrevile]

[ 'Heh heh feel things' is not the most sophisticated but, well, this is the Jim Kirk experience. He smiles, edges of his eyes crinkling. ]

I can tell. [ Evident indeed. Jim rocks against him before shifting his weight, enough that he can reach between them and run the flat of his palm over the other man's cock, firm but somehow teasing in the way he doesn't just wrap around him. He leans in to kiss him, light and open-mouthed, teeth scraping against his lower lip when he withdraws. His other hand tweaks a nipple cheekily, then he reaches out to fish around for the various complementary supplies left in apparently hand-woven baskets. ]

Man, I wonder what this stuff is made of, [ he muses, holding up a small glass jar, all the way pressed close and hot against Peter. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[Hey, Peter's enjoying it. Sex is rarely sophisticated.]

There isn't...a label...?

[In the aftermath of Jim doing all that touching, Peter's just a little bit closer to being wrecked. Truly, whatever is in the fyrra is an interesting component.

When Jim brushes his hand like that over Peter's cock, his hips snap up and he moans. Especially since it ends up being such a tease. One of his hands skate's down Jim's side to clutch at his hip, the other resting on his shoulder.

Trying to pull himself together, he shifts his focus to the jar. It looks...useful? Part of him wonders if there are going to be any more surprises.]

[willrevile]

There's a drawing.

[ Jim absently touches Peter, fingers lightly tracing nonsense patterns over his cock, finding the tip of it. As if he's paying no attention at all to what he's doing, though he has to be-- so hard himself, pressed against the other man's hip, unwilling to back off with that contact. Even as he rifles through jars of this and that. ]

This one's a flower with a .. water drop? [ Mm. He rocks forward a little, sighs. It feels good like this. ] And this isss... probably edible.

[ They could probably get off like this, slow incremental teasing until one of them snaps. But Jim'll probably get moving in a minute here, considering he's looking for lube. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[And as Jim touches, Peter continues to make noises. It seems like his first reaction to everything is the most intense, before he adjusts to the heightened sensations. Still, it isn't as if he's unbothered by the lacksadasical way that Jim is touching him. His breath comes short and shallow as he continues to peer over Jim's shoulder at the items.

He could conceivably try to even the playing field by copying Jim. There's just that sliver of space that Jim is utilzing so that he can tease Peter. But that's...unoriginal. He doesn't tease back. He does end up leaning forwards a bit, teeth set slightly in the meat of where Jim's neck meets his shoulder. Not enough to hurt, enough to be a - slightly playful - warning.

Then back to the task at hand.]

Consistency...might be the clue here.

[He's assuming that Jim is doing exactly what he is doing.]

[1701]

[ Well, he did say he'd like Jim to have his way with him - his way, at the moment, is a lot of lazy, indulgent touches. Slowly building pressure to make the inevitable push for more as intense as it can be.

Jim groans at that playful bite, and he turns his head to steal a kiss, deep and wet and finishing with a tangible smile against his mouth. ] You feel really good, [ he murmurs against him, low and pleased. Kissing him is great, so is everything else. To punctuate that he rocks his hips forward, slow and heavy.

He picks one vial and has to shift, meaning removing his hand from Alexander's erection, and settling atop him more firmly without any space so that he can use both hands to open it and investigate. Hmm. Smells nice, at any rate. He spills some on his fingers and circles one nipple, playing. ] What do you think?

[rosebyanyother]

[As soon as Jim resettles himself against Peter's body entirely, he rocks back up against him. It's less an immediate urge for more stimulation and more of another kind of playful retaliation.

...The kind that catches him in his own crosshairs, of course. Oh well. It's the best kind of friendly fire. The kind that leaves him clutching Jim just a little bit closer.

Then there's what Jim is doing. At first, the substance is just cold and slick. Not bad properties, overall. Peter sucks in a a breath, hips rolling again. He opens his mouth to respond and--

oh. It's warm. Warm and tingly. Peter's breath shudders out of him.]

Mmm, interesting. Do you feel that...?

[It'd be so unfair if it was only him.]

[1701]

Probably not as intensely as you do, [ he says, hitching his hips and continuing to rub the tingly substance into the little bud of sensitive skin. ] Given the locations.

[ Still. He flashes him a smile and leans in for a brief, teasing kiss, and then carries on, pressing fingertips along the definition of one pectoral. Is this going to make things too intense, applied to even more thin-skinned areas? Or just more fun? ]

What do you think? Try another bottle or give this a go?

[rosebyanyother]

[Perhaps a little despite himself, Peter chases up into that kiss a fraction. Actually, does more than chase. He allows Jim to ask his question, but doesn't give an immediate answer.

Instead, he wraps his hand around the back of Jim's neck and tugs him down for a longer kiss. More of that, please. More of everything. But especially this. Possibly he makes a faintly obscene sound against Jim's lips.

He'll let him go after maybe a minute, breathing even more heavily.]

Let's try it. I'll...I'll stop you if it's...too much.

[1701]

Mm. [ A low sound into his mouth, pleased with that gesture. When they part he smiles and sits up enough to shift around again, getting into a position that lets him slip a hand between them again. Hands. Eventually. He brushes teasing fingers over Peter's erection, mindful of the curious feeling of the oil, before he snags more of it and starts experimenting. ]

I guess I'll just have to eat you out if it's too much, [ he says absently, practically thinking out loud as he works with gentle, exploratory touches. ]

[rosebyanyother]

That doesn't sound like the, mmm, worst alternative...

[Peter squirms a bit under the exploratory fingers, looping his arms around Jim's shoulders now. Not enough to restrict him in any way. Just holding onto him and anchoring himself a bit.

There's a slightly delayed reaction to the way that Jim brushes against his cock. Since the contact itself is light, not as much of the oil gets transferred, but still...there's a moment several seconds later after Jim has moved on where his breath stutters and his cock twitches. Untouched. There's not much to rub up against at the current moment, not with the way that Jim is leaning over him now, but that doesn't stop him from lifting his hips a bit.]

[1701]

I guess not. [ Jim will kind of do anything, that's probably obvious by now. But there's no need to deviate from the path they're on when it's going so well, so -- maybe next time. He watches the other man's responses, feels them in his small movements, eyes made even brighter as he takes it in, hungry and self-satisfied at the positive feedback.

Exploratory touches become more purposeful, pressing one finger inside of him, working that until it's two. ]

All right? [ He leans down to mouth at his shoulder, in the mean time. ]

[rosebyanyother]

[This, particularly, isn't something that Peter has done - has had done to him - in a while. It would be something to adjust to even without the added layers of this encounter. Without the heightened sensations and this particular tingly substance Jim is using to prep him with.

So. He starts out relatively relaxed, though the squeeze is tight. As Jim works his finger in, Peter tips his head back and lets out a long, shaking exhale. It's nice. He's even able to appreciate the discomfort. He's not sure how much of that is his own inclination and how much of it is the fyrra. The feeling runs up his spine, both pleasure and pain. Peter shudders, gripping onto Jim just a little harder.

Then the oil starts really setting in. All of a sudden. He should be ready for it. He isn't. The result is that Peter's body suddenly jerks, arches, as he lets out a strangled sound. It's a lot. The pressure and the tingling and the burn of it all. The warmth. It's inside of him, and it feels like it's coiling in his stomach. Something good, but tight and tense.

If he's not careful, it will certainly be too much, too soon.

...Oh, there was a question, wasn't there? Peter's breathing sounds harsh even to his own ears, rapid panting that registers only after a delay. His stomach is...a little wet...? Ah. He's already dripping a bit.]

...Ah. [A bit of a dazed sound, not made any better by the fact that Jim is still working his fingers inside him. But he can collect himself enough to answer, surely.] Good. Intense. [It's got to be, if Peter is reduced to short phrases. He swallows, finding his throat dry, and tries for something more complex.] A little....slower...if you wouldn't mind...

[1701]

[ When Peter moves like that, sudden and arching, Jim stops moving. He's too experienced to yank his fingers back, but all tension and purpose leaves his touch, so that there's minimal pressure - just presence. Even high, he's watchful and attentive; something too trained into him to let go of. ]

I can do slower, [ he assures him, his voice warm and low. Jim doesn't press in further, just rests his hand where it is, and diverts some time to kissing Peter instead of working that further. He stays pressed close, steady and still very hard, his thumb stroking gently against the soft skin of his perineum, feeling the strange tingling on his fingers.

He only moves more when he's given the all clear to do so, and even then, it's slow and careful, focusing on the other man's reactions - and trying to find his prostate, of course. Always good to have a general idea of the layout in mind before the main operation. (That was a bad, unsexy sentence, I am sorry.) ]

[rosebyanyother]

Very accommodating.

][It's a tight but warm murmur in between kisses. Peter soaks up the muted attention gratefully. There's still no lack of sensation, not with fingers inside of him and Jim's lips and thumb. But without the pressure and friction, he's a little bit more able to acclimate himself. The warmth and the tingling don't go away either but he slowly gets used to them too.

One of his hands strays up into Jim's hair again.

When things even out a bit, he rolls his hips against Jim's fingers as a sign and is rewarded with that slow exploration. Mmmm. Good at taking suggestions. That's nice. Peter keeps rolling his hips, although it's a slow, lazy thing.

Also nice: the moment when Jim does find his prostate. For his efforts, he'll get a sharp tug downwards for a hungry kiss and a low moan.]