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Offline nephero

Wanna do something REAL crazy? [deeefinitely M]
« on: January 06, 2018, 02:18:57 am »
[because let's be real.]

   ‘Never shit where you eat.’

   This was a bit of wisdom his nonna once told him when he was barely up to her knee (a measurement that said a lot, considering just how small a woman she was), and Lupo still wasn't quite sure if she had intended it figuratively or literally.

   Knowing Lupo himself, eh…

   It was really anyone's guess. So tiny Lupo had taken her words to heart, regardless of intent, and made a point to at least try to keep his personal brand of chaos contained to certain avenues— like getting blackout drunk in any city but his own. It was more fun that way, anyway. There was nothing, nothing like getting absolutely blitzed in a city you didn’t know, surrounded by strangers who you would never cross paths with again. Not even so much as a grocery-store run-in, just vanish off onto the rails the next morning without a single care. Except for a splitting headache and a wrecked back.

   And that latter part was more of a bonus than anything.

   Truth be told, Lupo didn't have any real reason to pick Haviah. He didn't actually care about the location, just that it had plenty of liquor. Luckily, so too did the railcar, and after a quick pregame nap, Lupo was all set to start the pregame drinking. Just enough to get a good buzz going by the time his boots hit the ground in the big, bright and beautiful capital city. Mm, take a whiff of that circulated metallic air. Lupo breathed deep, all those delicious particles soaking into his sinuses and leaking onto his tongue. Fresh and different and nothing close to home.

   Now to start the weekend right, and work his way in a metaphorical and literal spiral…



   Lupo was pissing drunk by the time he'd hit his fourth bar. The night was in full swing, and so was the Drunken Sod. It was crowded, noisy, full of hot bodies only the barest distance from one another. Everywhere you turned you were brushing against someone, and fuck if Lupo didn’t love it. It made him itch, deep under his skin where there was no hope of scratching without considerable help. He’d long since recovered from the first tryst of the evening, and with every subsequent shot, he found himself getting hungry again. Itching.  He wanted a body, any body, someone to press up to and get lost in their scent and with any luck take some of that scent right along with him into the night.

   To bar number five.

   Knocking back another nuclear green glass, Lupo set the empty down on the bar and pushed off into blissful, staggering uncertainty. It didn't need to matter who he found, he'd likely never even ask their name. All Lupo wanted was that right scent, that perfect cocktail of sweet and spicy Readiness—

   And there it was. Lupo turned, following that teasing trail of bread crumbs all the way to the back of the bar, and what appeared to be some kind of living brick wall. Which suited Lupo just fine: sometimes all you wanted in life was someone who could lift you up like it was nothing, throw you against the back alley wall and fuck the ever living shit out of you. The mere thought was an utter delight; it took a considerable amount of biting down on his lip to keep his knees from going wobbly. The night was still so very young, and the last thing he needed was to wipe out on the bar floor.

   Thankfully, there was a table the Good Smell was leaning against, and so there was something for Lupo to grab a hold of as he so casually leaned forward. The half-full glass on the surface gave a little rattle, betraying just how little control over his faculties Lupo actually had. Not that he was really paying attention to any of that, no. Not when he had all that muscle to look at, thick ropes beneath dark skin patterned with even darker ink. And all of that wrapped up in a perfectly too tight shirt, like some kind of big, beautiful gift-wrapping. And it was almost his birthday.

   It didn’t matter who he was, or where they were, or where they’d end up. Lupo wanted that, all of that, and for all he cared it could be in the filthiest corner of the men’s room. Again, that last part was honestly just a bonus.

   “Hey,” he said, looking up through his lashes at the stranger, all three blurry, grinning, and weirdly familiar versions of him, “what’re you drinking? Next one’s on me. Or we could skip the drinks and just get right to the on me part.”
« Last Edit: February 07, 2018, 11:08:42 pm by nephero »

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Re: Wanna do something REAL crazy? [probably M]
« Reply #1 on: January 06, 2018, 09:22:06 am »
For a guy like him, it didn't matter just how old he grew as the years went by, it seemed rhe life of partying, going all out and relishing in the magic and soul of the culture of Aedolis was something hewould never grow tired of. Sure, he didn't do it as frequently as he had say a few years ago--what had been his every night's plans turned into just his weekends now--but that wasn't a bad thing.

He knew times were a'changin' and all that but that still didn't make it any less scary. Not that this was the time or place to be thinking of it.

See of any city in Aedolis, and he'd partied in just about every major one at this point, Haviah was easily his favorite. It had the most bars, the most clubs, the most drinks, and themost hookers, or at least it did in his experience and that was really the only opinion he needed. Sure, getting piss drunk in your hometown wasn't the smartest, but it wasn't much better off from making an ass of yourself somewhere else either. Either way if he did something dumb enoughthe location didn't matter as far as PR breathing down his neck was concerned.

Thankfully he'd never done anything that awful before. The worst he could think of was when he woke up and realized he'd gotten a tattoo of a unicorn on his dick.

Best decision he'd ever made tbh.

He had no real particular plans for tonight though. He'd been invited to a house party in the upper mid-levels and gone and had fun, screwed the hostess and after a few hours he'd gotten bored and left. He'd wandered from bar to bar after that, grabbing specialty drinks, knocking them back and chatting with whoever would put up with him. So basically, a typical weekend.

And that was where he found himself now; in a bar, way more hammered than he'd ever admit, leaning against a table chatting it up with a pretty gal enjoying the nightby herself tonight, when suddenly some massive dude staggered on over and gripped the table. At first he wasn't really sure what to expect--was he the chick's boyfriend? Or was he just some drunk asshole who took one look at him and decided he wanted to pick a fight?

Surprisingly it seemed to beneither; dude leaned in, looking kinsa familiar, smelling like booze and manly musk and it made his heart beat a little faster, and then he offered to buy the next round of drinks. Or skip the drinks altogether.

Jack took one look sweeping up and down the guy's figure, from his overal bulkiness to the handsome features of his face and felt his guts melt a little. This guy absolutely spoke his language, not that he was gonna lose his cool and show that just yet though. He raised his eyebrows with a smirk, taking his glass and polishing the rest of the rum and coke (mostly rum,) setting it back down on the table and then casually letting that hand slip around to find the big guy's hip and pull him close, excusing himself from the conversation with the girl as he did so, much to her disappointment.

"Can you read minds, friend?" He asked with a cheeky grin as he let that hand slide down to give this guy's ass a squeeze through his... Kilt? Cool, kilts. He could dig it. "Cause I was just thinking how I'd like to bend you over in the alley. 'Course, we could always go somewhere more fancy if you'd prefer that."

He'd leaned in closer to speak with him, their faces inches apart and the heat coming off of this guy's body making Jack's own heart beat faster with excitement. He was cute, real cute, but why did he look familiar? His fuzzy brain couldn't place him just yet, and he wasn't about to put any serious consideration into it when he'd much rather think about all the ways this guy could get into his pants ans they could wreck each other five wys to Sunday. Mmm. Gods those were good thoughts.

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Re: Wanna do something REAL crazy? [probably M]
« Reply #2 on: February 07, 2018, 11:08:23 pm »
   “Oh, yeah,” Lupo slurred, grinning wide and wild as that wide palm curved around his hip and strong fingers dug into the meat of his ass. “I’m one of them psychics. Got your lucky numbers and everything. Right. Up. Here.”

   He tapped the side of his head, fore and middle fingers rapping against his temple as Lupo was pulled deliciously close. However, the sudden movement didn’t really do much for his balance, and so Lupo was left with very few options but to wrap his arms around the other man’s shoulders to keep himself steady. The added bonus being that he got to get even closer to all that hot muscle, his nose filled with residual soap-scent and deodorant and a low, heady musk that was all this stranger’s own.

   A musk that Lupo would likely be catching on himself for days, even long after he’d limped his way back to the rails and back home, itch thoroughly scratched for the time being. It wouldn’t last long, of course; soon the itch would be back just as strong as ever, the same steady thrum in his veins like there was at that very instant, vibrant and coppery and wanting nothing more than to claw and howl and rut like wild animals.

   Lupo had been hoping the stranger would take him up on the offer of skipping drinks. Even as he was he knew too much more too soon would ruin him for the evening, and there was nothing worse than waking up the next day with a hangover and nothing else. He leaned in, blinking slow to pull everything back into focus, the throb of the music traveling down the walls and under the floors and up through the tables and right into Lupo’s bones, a violent counterrhythm to his own pulse as he leaned in to brush his nose against his Good Smell’s own. A soft, delicate sort of preamble, considering nothing of what Lupo wanted for the evening could be described as soft or delicate.

   “I’m a reasonable man,” Lupo said, leaning in to give a teasing nip to Good Smell’s lips, all sharp teeth and barely held control, “Don’t see why it can’t be both.”

   He pulled back, just enough to slide one hand down between them, his fingers hooking in the stranger’s waistband and giving his pants an insistent tug. He didn’t stop tugging, either, stepping back and leading this stranger away from the table, away from all the other bodies, away from the bar floor and away from the front door and all the way out away into the mouth of the nearest unoccupied alley.

   Lupo’s pulse was singing in his ears, his heartbeat a deep, rapid rhythm against harsh breaths as he whirled around and shoved the other man against the alley wall, pressed up tight against that well muscled body and certainly not minding how little his kilt hid his interest as he did so. Not when he was busy crushing their mouths together, the kiss sloppy and needy and utterly unrefined. Which suited Lupo just fine, because ‘refined’ wasn’t exactly on the menu, either.

   He wanted to get dirty, after all, dirty and exhausted and utterly wrecked, his fingers working feverishly to undo this man’s button and fly and get a firm hold of what lay beneath, palming his cock and more than appreciating just how much there was of him to palm.

   “Mm, fuck, yes,” he growled against the stranger’s mouth, giving him another nip, though hardly so controlled this time.

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Re: Wanna do something REAL crazy? [deeefinitely M]
« Reply #3 on: March 15, 2018, 12:43:46 am »
Jack instantly grinned when Stranger mentioned he was a psychic. Whether or not he was actually telling the truth was debatable, but it wasn't like Jackson was here to check dog tags and run background checks before he stuck his dick in someone.

Because that thought was as stupid as it was hilarious.

So might as well play along with it for now, and play he had every definite intention of doing. He felt the shift and saw the sway in movement and quickly held onto the handsome stranger when he lost his balance, feeling the solid trained muscle and the warmth of his skin and Jack's heart skipped a beat. Gods be damned he was going to be just as gorgeous without clothes as he was with them, which really shouldn't have been a surprise but to drunk ol' Jack it was.

He raised his eyebrows as his gaze flickered down to the man's lips and back to those gorgeous eyes, and he didn't pull away as he let their lips brush, letting out a breath as he felt sharp teeth tug at his lip. Made it real hard to hold back the groan that threatened to rumble up through his chest as he squeezed the good-looker even tighter. Both, he said. Both? Both.

Abso-fucking-lutely both.

He didn't hesitate at all to get up and follow the man's lead, catching whiffs of his scent on the air as they slipped through the people and out into the alley, where he was suddenly grabbed and shoved against the wall. For a moment his military training nearly kicked in and almost made him brace an arm back against the man on instinct, but his brain reacted far too slow for that thankfully and the most he did was tense several seconds after the fact, before quickly melting like putty in the guy's hands.

Lips crashing against his own made him open his mouth to the man, kissing (if it could be called that) him back with as much fervor and desperation as the guy brought to the table. He let their teeth scrape together as his tongue fought its way to victory inside the other man's mouth while he let his hands explore his frame. One instantly found its way under his shirt, calloused fingertips scarred over from years of burns explored abs and the juts of his hips, touching and squeezing without the slightest semblance of delicacy. His other quickly found its way underneath the kilt, squeezing his ass to find that he wasn't wearing undies of any kind, and Jack almost whooped for joy. Suddenly he knew the exact kind of person he was dealing with here.

He moaned into the other man's mouth, loudly and without a single care for anyone who might walk by and hear them. This was Aedolis. Outside of a bar. He couldn't give a shit less what anyone else thought when he had this gorgeous hunk of meat to rail--and he was gonna do just that.

Because while the hand on his dick felt great and all there were way better things both of them could be doing, Jack decided suddenly as he reached up to push back against the man and shove him against the wall instead, the cold exterior of a building against his frontside as Jack pinned him with a hand on the middle of his upper back while the other shoved his kilt up and out of the way, yanking his hips back against Jack's to grind feverishly against him, teasing at his entrance while Jackson sank his teeth into the crook of the man's neck and shoulder, groaning and growling against his skin. He kept their bodies flush against each other, his front to the stranger's backside as he kept one hand on the man's hips, the hand that had been on his back moving down to his front to grip his throbbing cock and stroke it, moaning at the length of it and wondering briefly how it'd feel to ride it.

Hopefully he'd find out later. Gods he really hoped and begged and prayed to whoever might listen that he'd get to find out later.

"How nice should I be, stranger?" He asked as he kissed the marks his teeth left in the guy's skin, laving his tongue over them, already just about trembling to stuff him and barely holding back.

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Re: Wanna do something REAL crazy? [deeefinitely M]
« Reply #4 on: March 28, 2018, 05:49:47 am »
   There was nothing— nothing— in the world that got Lupo more riled up than a man who knew exactly what he wanted. It touched something primal, some deep instinct buried under millenia of so called civilization, something that set his very blood on fire. And that night, Lupo had won the goddamn lottery— this Good Smell wasn’t afraid of anything. He wasn’t shy in his touches or unsure of what he did. This guy simply did, rough and calloused hands roaming over Lupo’s hips and thighs and ass, fingers pressed into flesh in a way that told the werewolf exactly what this stranger thought of his wardrobe choice.

   And all Lupo could do was grin. Bring who he was, being what he was, it wasn’t often that he met someone brave or stupid enough to get rough with him— and oh, man, gods all above and below, Lupo really, really wanted someone to get rough with him. To make him howl and beg and moan until his voice was ruined. To dig in teeth and nails and just rut until Lupo couldn’t even think straight, let along walk it. To pin him down and just make him ache for days on end.

   Lucky for him, it seemed this stranger had a very, very similar train of thought. Nothing in his explorations was gentle, their clashing kisses punctuated by load, growling moans, bodies pressed flush to one another even as Lupo’s hand moved between them to keep stroking that thick, heavy cock. The motion was broken, however, as the other man shoved Lupo away and then around, the sudden motion making the world spin madly for just half a moment until he was shoved face first against the alley wall. Lupo gasped for breath against the cold brick (a welcome relief against the hot flush of his skin), the solidness of it a steadying force against his drunken swaying.

   He scratched at the brick, the sound a high harmony to the low, needy moan he gave as he was pinned against the wall, the rough treatment sending sharp shocks of ecstasy along his spine. Even the scrape of the wall against his skin was turning Lupo on, and he rocked his hips back against the stranger’s own, loving the raw friction of the man’s pants against his backside and thighs.

   It was a wonder no one had come to see what all the commotion was about, for how much noise they were making. Another raw moan was pulled from Lupo’s throat as the stranger bit down against his neck, the rumbling growl vibrating against sweat-soaked skin and sinking deep even as those teeth threatened to break skin. The werewolf’s cock twitched between his legs, hot and aching and dripping precome all over the other man’s fingers as Lupo bucked into that grip, rocking between the other man’s hand and the hardness pressed firmly against Lupo’s backside.

   But it wasn’t enough. Like an itch you just couldn’t quite scratch, Lupo needed more, biting down on his lip to help muffle the keening whines that he made with every frenzied motion they made. He shuddered with a little gasp as the stranger lapped at the crook of his neck, bite marks stinging and making Lupo’s head swim in delight.

   He almost didn’t register the question, blinking dumbly at the red brick before him, before he reached back with one hand to grab at the other guy’s hair and pull him into a rough, if awkward kiss.

   “Don’t you fucking dare be nice,” he growled out, in between each snapping clash of lips and tongue and teeth. “C’mon, c’mon! Bury that cock in me and fuck me raw!”

   Lupo would do just about anything for a little relief just then, anything to get more contact and ride the coiling heat in his belly to completion. And so it was with a toothy grin that he nipped at the other man’s mouth, panting hard against those rough lips even as he made his challenge.

   “Unless you need me to show you how it’s fucking done.” Which he wouldn’t actually have minded, now that he thought about it. And now that he really thought about it, hoped that maybe this little alleyway tryst might lead to bigger and better things.

   Like the wonderful thought of the other man on his back and grabbing for the hotel sheets as Lupo drove into him again and again.

   Maybe Lupo really would get lucky tonight. Goddamn he hoped he would get lucky tonight.

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Re: Wanna do something REAL crazy? [deeefinitely M]
« Reply #5 on: April 22, 2018, 05:10:36 pm »
He didn't get an answer so much at first as an attack; suddenly fingers were tangled in his hair and yanking him closer, and he felt lips against his own that made him grunt in slight surprise as the other man almost tried to establish some kind of dominance still.

And even then he didn't get an answer, just a demand. Stars and stones, was this guy perfect? Because right now Jackson was pretty sure he was perfect.

He snarled a little as teeth dug into his lip and pulled, and the mad grin on Jack's face was absolutely undeniable at the other man's words. "Boy it sure sounds like you're gettin' ahead of yourself there," He growled as he shoved the man back against the wall nice and hard, one hand firm on his shoulder, the other squeezing his hip as Jack guided his tip to the man's entrance, teasing it again.

"Cause it sounds to me like you definitely want me to be nice. And hey, if you're a good boy you might just get to show me how it's done later, how's that sound?" He asked, using the focus on his words as a way to ground himself, keep himself from fucking losing it as he pushed his way right on inside.

He used the hand on the other man's hips to pull them back against him, entering him torturously slowly, the drag stinging and sharp without lube as he hilted himself fully inside his lovely partner for the night.

"Correction: If you got the energy left, that is."

With a sudden movement he pulled back and thrust back in, nice and deep as he kept the other firmly pressed up against the cold bricks, starting a nice rhythm that focused on long, deep thrusts to hit him as far in as he could possibly go. He wanted to feel every inch of this stranger, and he wanted to let him feel every inch of himself too. Wanted him to feel every inch of it so he'd never fucking forget, even in their drunken stupor. He wanted to remember this perfect ass, the sounds the other was making and the way he was clinging to Jack's throbbing cock.

"Fuck," He swore, leaning in closer to press biting kisses all along base of the other man's neck, peppering the jutting ridges of his spine as he started to pick up the pace, letting his own body pin him against that wall as his hand slipped around to Perfect the Guy's frontside, racking his fingernails over those trim muscles, digging into the flesh of his side as he gripped him tight and slammed into him nice and hard.

Every thrust felt like burning heaven as he emphasized the end of every thrust, hitting him in his deepest spots as Jackson moaned feverishly against his hot skin, Jack's own already dampening with sweat with every roll of his hips.

 

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