Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others What: Catchall for the rest of December + Eventual Gala stuff When: December Where: Wherever Warning(s): None yet! Will warn in threads if necessary.
[ instinct leads the way a little, pushes Keaton in a direction that still makes him very unsure. very unsteady. he knows what danger feels like, but none of his gut feelings say that he's in that sort of environment. not with Percival, who... seems to show concern with that question? which makes him even more comfortable with answering it, teeth grazing Percy's throat as he draws back slightly. ]
Yes and no. [ honesty, as both ears twitch. ] With a human? No. With another Wolfskin?... not this far.
[ he clenches his jaw, a loud sniff to accompany the following shudder. ]
But I want to.
[ and moves his own hands to grope and feel through Percival's clothes, fingers curling and resting on his crotch. one giant step for Wolfskin-kind. ]
[ Percival is concerned, because aside from having little control over their urges, to have this be someone else's first experience is extremely... well, it could potentially be traumatizing, couldn't it? And yet, he finds it difficult to hold on to that worry for too long when he feels the hint of fangs trace along his throat, making his skin flush with need. He swallows hard. ]
Are you... absolutely sure? You realize... [ Even as he continues, an attempt to keep his voice low, his fingertips search urgently along Keaton's thighs, hooking beneath the other's waistband. ]
That you may well regret this later, don't you? [ Or maybe he won't Maybe not everyone was like Percival, who tried to present himself as disciplined at all times. Even while he poses the question, he shifts his gaze to their sides. They're alone for now, but--
He presses hard against Keaton, providing resistance against his hold, intent on grabbing the other's wrist and pulling him into the nearest room. Hopefully it's empty. Who knows what purpose it serves, but what does it matter? ]
[ there are no regrets that Keaton will dwell on after this, though his thoughts are muddled with the sweet traces of peppermint still on his tongue. and perhaps it's instinct that drives him to let Percival lead them to this incidental and inconspicuous room. the one that looks like some kind of waiting room, couches and chairs and all sorts of things to lie down upon and...
wait. is that what he wants? his arousal has been growing in more than one way this entire time, and it's more than uncomfortable as he's more or less being led by his arousal (also in more than one way).
but once they're truly isolated, Keaton strikes. or rather, he accompanies the man toward the larger of the couches, one that could certainly hold two people laying length-wise with a little... careful positioning. ]
Here. This is good. I like this one.
[ he really can't take it anymore. despite his best efforts and with Percy's hands already there, he tugs his pants down, wiggling the belt loose so that he could finally get rid of one source of tension.
[ Keaton hasn't really... answered his question, not really. The answer can be implied by the way he enthusiastically follows his lead, but it doesn't completely dispel Percival's reservations. He frowns, unable to deny the desire to run his hands further along the other's waist, and even lower-- ]
You're much too carefree about this.
[ It's meant to be a scolding, but the way he quickly and expertly (he's a man who has dealt with a lot of armor, okay) helps Keaton out of his pants. He doesn't waste any time in continuing to unbutton his shirt, either, quickly dragging it past his shoulders and arms, and finally, completely off.
Too carefree about this, he accuses, even while he works to rid himself of the rest of his garments, as well, not yet allowing himself a good long look at the man before him. ]
[ despite his general dislike of bathing, he chose the best time to have one--- prior to the party, using the soaps and shampoos that some were happy to just hand over when they saw the dust trails exploding off his tail like a smokestack of a train.
he's not human, but what he packs is certainly human. above average and manageable. he does start to wag his tail, eyeing Percival's body with slowly lowering lids, a bit of tongue peeking out from his tongue before speaking up: ]
And you're much too stiff! [ or is it him? anyway. ] Modesty is such a human thing.
[ with a gentle wave of a hand, he's already up against Percival again and snuffling about his face and hair. one tail is wagging furiously. the other? it feels better to grind up against skin than clothes, that's for sure. ]
[ Yes, the last thing Keaton needs is to be scolded for his lack of hygiene, too?!
Finally, with one last tug of his own pants to let them pool around his ankles (that tie proved to be a nuisance for a few seconds), Percival takes a good look at Keaton. It's difficult for him to fight off the instinct for him to feel embarrassed at standing in front of him so exposed, especially when his eyes wander between Keaton's legs.
As for himself, he's undeniably hard, clearly worked up by Keaton's teeth and the previous moments' friction between them.
Now, Percival actually smiles a little, oddly endeared by the sight of Keaton's tail wagging so enthusiastically. He wraps his arms around the other's shoulders, pulling him towards the couch and onto his lap. ]
You care so little to maintain some dignity? [ It's hard to take him seriously when he punctuates the question with a soft kiss to Keaton's lips, lightly running his tongue along the front of his fangs. ] Very well. This is your last chance to change your mind.
[ He lowers his hands to cup the other's ass, playfully pulling on his tail. ]
[ Percival wouldn't be the first one to criticize him. certainly wouldn't be the last. except, well... if he did, it might sting a little, just because it'd come from someone he obviously trusts to see his naked, weaker, not-werewolf body. if he HAD any sore spot, it'd be that, but with Percival it doesn't feel like one and he's grateful for that small comfort--- especially with how hot he's feeling and wondering if that relief will come soon?
he IS a little surprised by how strong Percival is, how easy it is for him to get pulled into his lap? like a real lapdog, only he is not that in the slightest. he's a proud Wolfskin, one whose tail is now getting a tug and that gets him to grunt, his hips jolting forward to rub against Percival and then the smallest rumble of a moan escapes his lips while simultaneously dealing with that... lick.
his nerves are on fire. ]
Ha, show me your worst. [ said teasingly, tauntingly, now finally taking the time to return the kiss with one of his own with a modest and oddly reserved tenderness. ]
[ Thankfully, the only emotion, aside from an urgent need to occupy his mouth and make the other man feel good, is a strange sense of gratitude. Even if Keaton seems to go about this in a much more easygoing, nonchalant manner, he knows that exposing himself like this takes at least a little bit of trust. And though they may not know each other terribly well, that is something Percival appreciates. It helps him feel increasingly comfortable in Keaton's presence, makes his limbs relax even while his muscles tense with desire. ]
Very well. [ Percival says lowly, right before his lips are captured in a surprisingly tender kiss. The light grazing of Keaton's tongue against his own sparks something in him again, something that he feels more free to express now that Keaton has made his position on the matter clear enough.
Eventually, he shifts their positions such that he eases Keaton further into the sofa, reclining the other's back against the cushions and pressing some of his weight down upon him, almost possessive. He never once breaks the kiss, snaking his hand between them to grip Keaton's cock firmly in his hold. ]
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Yes and no. [ honesty, as both ears twitch. ] With a human? No. With another Wolfskin?... not this far.
[ he clenches his jaw, a loud sniff to accompany the following shudder. ]
But I want to.
[ and moves his own hands to grope and feel through Percival's clothes, fingers curling and resting on his crotch. one giant step for Wolfskin-kind. ]
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Are you... absolutely sure? You realize... [ Even as he continues, an attempt to keep his voice low, his fingertips search urgently along Keaton's thighs, hooking beneath the other's waistband. ]
That you may well regret this later, don't you? [ Or maybe he won't Maybe not everyone was like Percival, who tried to present himself as disciplined at all times. Even while he poses the question, he shifts his gaze to their sides. They're alone for now, but--
He presses hard against Keaton, providing resistance against his hold, intent on grabbing the other's wrist and pulling him into the nearest room. Hopefully it's empty. Who knows what purpose it serves, but what does it matter? ]
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wait. is that what he wants? his arousal has been growing in more than one way this entire time, and it's more than uncomfortable as he's more or less being led by his arousal (also in more than one way).
but once they're truly isolated, Keaton strikes. or rather, he accompanies the man toward the larger of the couches, one that could certainly hold two people laying length-wise with a little... careful positioning. ]
Here. This is good. I like this one.
[ he really can't take it anymore. despite his best efforts and with Percy's hands already there, he tugs his pants down, wiggling the belt loose so that he could finally get rid of one source of tension.
also his tail(s) can freely hang. incredible. ]
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You're much too carefree about this.
[ It's meant to be a scolding, but the way he quickly and expertly (he's a man who has dealt with a lot of armor, okay) helps Keaton out of his pants. He doesn't waste any time in continuing to unbutton his shirt, either, quickly dragging it past his shoulders and arms, and finally, completely off.
Too carefree about this, he accuses, even while he works to rid himself of the rest of his garments, as well, not yet allowing himself a good long look at the man before him. ]
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he's not human, but what he packs is certainly human. above average and manageable. he does start to wag his tail, eyeing Percival's body with slowly lowering lids, a bit of tongue peeking out from his tongue before speaking up: ]
And you're much too stiff! [ or is it him? anyway. ] Modesty is such a human thing.
[ with a gentle wave of a hand, he's already up against Percival again and snuffling about his face and hair. one tail is wagging furiously. the other? it feels better to grind up against skin than clothes, that's for sure. ]
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Finally, with one last tug of his own pants to let them pool around his ankles (that tie proved to be a nuisance for a few seconds), Percival takes a good look at Keaton. It's difficult for him to fight off the instinct for him to feel embarrassed at standing in front of him so exposed, especially when his eyes wander between Keaton's legs.
As for himself, he's undeniably hard, clearly worked up by Keaton's teeth and the previous moments' friction between them.
Now, Percival actually smiles a little, oddly endeared by the sight of Keaton's tail wagging so enthusiastically. He wraps his arms around the other's shoulders, pulling him towards the couch and onto his lap. ]
You care so little to maintain some dignity? [ It's hard to take him seriously when he punctuates the question with a soft kiss to Keaton's lips, lightly running his tongue along the front of his fangs. ] Very well. This is your last chance to change your mind.
[ He lowers his hands to cup the other's ass, playfully pulling on his tail. ]
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he IS a little surprised by how strong Percival is, how easy it is for him to get pulled into his lap? like a real lapdog, only he is not that in the slightest. he's a proud Wolfskin, one whose tail is now getting a tug and that gets him to grunt, his hips jolting forward to rub against Percival and then the smallest rumble of a moan escapes his lips while simultaneously dealing with that... lick.
his nerves are on fire. ]
Ha, show me your worst. [ said teasingly, tauntingly, now finally taking the time to return the kiss with one of his own with a modest and oddly reserved tenderness. ]
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Very well. [ Percival says lowly, right before his lips are captured in a surprisingly tender kiss. The light grazing of Keaton's tongue against his own sparks something in him again, something that he feels more free to express now that Keaton has made his position on the matter clear enough.
Eventually, he shifts their positions such that he eases Keaton further into the sofa, reclining the other's back against the cushions and pressing some of his weight down upon him, almost possessive. He never once breaks the kiss, snaking his hand between them to grip Keaton's cock firmly in his hold. ]