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thisclockworkheart) wrote2023-12-20 11:30 am
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6♥ [SIX of HEARTS]
UN: pinocchio
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20 / male / unknown / 6♥
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The strong and silent type who doesn't like to brag! Or say much of anything. I'm sure this delicious snack has lots to say once you break through his dashingly wooden and icy exterior!
He says he's a stalker -- not that we judge, honey! We all have our vices!
Small correction, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. A Stalker is a vocation, something about mercenary work.
This cherry boy is single and ready to mingle!
He plays the piano and says he's good with a sword. He even expressed interest in finding a few like-minded sparring partners! You know that that means, he's great with his hands and one of them is! Metal! A! F!
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.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
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.03 SHOWER OR BATH
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.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
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.05 TITS OR ASS
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.06 COFFEE OR TEA
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.07 SPICY OR SWEET
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.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
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.09 LEATHER OR LACE
AN ANSWER! BOTH.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
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INFP-T
NSFW tdm overflow @silicone
[ Since the resort introduced him to pleasure, Pinocchio's has drank deep whenever someone he trusts has more on the offing. That is to say, he only has a few cards, but each of them is precious, a memory he cherishes. He's even sought to remind himself, tugging on his own cock in the privacy of his meager basement quarters. It never feels as sublime as this, when Eiden's clever fingers take him into hand and work him with such practiced skill.
He sighs, a shivering exhale. The sensation threatens to steal his attention, but he can't ignore how hot and needy Eiden feels in his grip, how slick and perfect he fits as he strokes him, slow, indulgent. Guided toward the day bed, he keeps going, until Eiden won't have a choice but to let go when his calves meet the edge of the furniture and Pinocchio's hand pushes against his chest, toppling him backward. ]
I'll let you, [ he promises, nudging Eiden's legs apart with a knee as he starts to crowd him in against the mattress, one knee, then the other. His generous cock still stands proud and flushed, pushed aside by the beach briefs hugging his hips, and his thumb hooks into the elastic fabric, pulling it down and behind the bare, tight balls hugging the root of his interest.
The puppet must know how this accentuates it, his smile, watching Eiden look at him, is warm with awareness. He wants him to look. To touch and enjoy. All he can give him is his body, so it pleases him that Eiden wants. Both hands descend on his chest, painting twin paths — cool on one side, warm on the other — down over the contours of his bare torso, to the sharps of his hips, over slender thighs. They push inward as they move back up, climbing the insides of thighs he holds open between his knees. ]
I'll let you feel me inside you, too. [ Bending down, he presses a kiss to the crest of bone where collarbone points towards his shoulder, then another, lower, around the peak of one nipple. The dark tumble of his hair tickles over his skin, when he tilts his chin to peer through it up at him. ] You want that, don't you?
woo yeah woo yeah woo yeah yeah woo time woo yeah!!
his eyes flick upwards to meet p's face, his expression wanting, adoring - and it isn't just the food that's gotten to him, it's the overwhelming feeling of being back from that cold place he doesn't remember. now he's in reverse, on fire, wanting, anything but stone, so he gasps as hands touch him, climb down his supple body. he arches up into his nipples pebbling at sensation, sensitive, warm handfuls for p' to grasp onto before sliding down his waist and hips. ]
I do - I want you... inside, against, with me...
[ it's decadent, the contrast of warm palm and cool palm, but it's clear he doesn't shy away from it. (blade is cool to the touch, his mouth hot, his body a weapon that weighs heavily over him, for him - but he'd never treat him as such. it's not a foreign concept to him.) he's lost in a brief moment of thought until he realizes his thighs are pushed open, kees high and held open, inspecting.
inside. at the word, his hole twitches in anticipation, a bead of essence-laden slick already seeping out past his entrance. he's wet already, and whining now as lips find his collar, sternum, his chest. as the kiss strikes dead center of his nipple, he tips his head back, crown touching the daybed as he languishes every moment the other isn't inside of him.
(get ahold of yourself, he begs, but he can't. his hands find pinocchio's cock, tugging it closer to his hole, the other raking through the dark tresses of pinocchio's hair as he meets his eyes, his own blown wide and feverish. the necklace around his throat, looped twice with luminescent gem caught atop the rising and falling of his adam's apple, seems to flicker brightly in turn, his essence sharp and fluctuating. ]
I want you, [ the other hand tangles, strands in between his knuckles. ] please... kiss me...
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He wants to drag him down with him into those blissful depths. To feel him shake and spill over, to have his throat send the raw notes of his ecstasy into Pinocchio's ears. He needs to be the one who has sent him hurtling over the crest of his pleasure.
Where he might worry he's forcing himself on the not-so-willing, Eiden dashes this misconception to pieces. HIs fingers rake into dark hair, pulling, desperate and wanting. It's as inexorable a pull as a magnet; every part of him yearns to be the vehicle of his release, the reason Eiden's spine bridges over the daybed, why his skin drips, his breath hitches.
Pinocchio's mouth paints a hot, wet stripe over his nipple, taken by the novelty of it. He bites, blunted teeth sinking into the appealing swell of muscle, tongue flirting around the skin that stands erect and dark against his skin. He has never been something weaned, he lacks the instinct, this is driven by Eiden's pleasure and that alone. Please, he says, and he's scarcely asked to be kissed before Pinocchio eagerly slots his mouth with his, grasping a fistful of one asscheek.
Stars above, the pliant warmth of his body is nothing short of a miracle. He's obsessed with it, but it's inevitable that his fingertips quest around and plumb the twitching ring of muscle from which essence has begun to weep. To breach with two digits, index and middle finger, sinking slow inch after inch, discovering in unspoken wonder how slick and wet he is.
His tongue sweeps over his, tasting his heat, his breath. Spit chains their lips when he pulls back, panting. ] Eiden... it's so wet inside you, you're so....
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it's not fair, his body surging forward with sensation, amplified like he's been trapped in a dark box and this is the first time he's felt the sun on his skin since that. as fingers open him up, his body gives - soft and wanting, always prepared for consummation of some kind - sharing essence, sharing sensation.
as they kiss, eiden moans every feeling into pinocchio's mouth, tongue grazing over his, lips parted and open for gasps and sounds, to feed them into him so he know precisely just how he makes eiden feel. as he pulls away, eiden whines, trying to follow but gives pause at his words before his lips bread into a soft grin. ]
That's all you - you're... making my essence go even crazier...
[ leaning in to touch nose to nose. he knows the start of it all had been the food, but pinocchio stokes the fire, makes it impossible to stay anything but keening for his touch as he grinds down slowly against his fingers with eyes hooded warmly as he clings to him. ]
You're so big... I... [ a huff through his nose. maybe he's feeling a little greedy. of course he'd seemed pretty sizeable in his palm, but knowing he's going to be inside of him makes the area that much more slick, dribbling essence-laden fluid along the other's knuckles. ] God why are you making me wait - I want you so badly.
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There's time enough later to wonder what he means by essence; fingers flex and bend in the way he liked when he was messing around, figuring out all the things that felt good and didn't. He keenly watches Eiden's face, tilting his head when his fascination makes him forget himself. Eiden huffs and complains. It makes his smile broaden, lighting up his face. The way it carves a dimple in one freckled cheek has more charm than it has any right to. ]
Yeah? You like it? [ Oh, but the way his arm is pumping, sending his buried fingers deeper, pulling back to stretch his hole out, means he's fucking him open with his fingers now, asking him something like that. ] I can't wait to get inside you, [ is said wistfully, ] And you feel like you're ready, so...
[ It's okay if he climbs up between his thighs and helps himself, right? There's a shining thread of essence linking his fingers when they pull out of him to grasp his swollen cock by the root. Impatient, wanting, he guides himself, his head kissing his pink hole.
The steel fingers squeezing his pectoral lift away, snapping over the sharp of one hip and pulling him down along the mattress, he means to breach that willing rim, to sink himself slow into the slick and squeezing heat of his body. ]
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[ a halting affirmation as he feels himself opening up on pinocchio's fingers. it's not hard - he's soft and wet, pliable and used to this to begin with, but always, always enjoying it, blossoming underneath him as the other stretches him open, comments on how prepared he already seems to be and it's not untrue. between the food and his own traitorous body, he's prepared for just about any sort of intrusion. as if to bait him out further, he gives a little shameless wiggle of his hips to situate them closer, scooting forward towards the cockhead pressing against him and whining. ]
Come on, inside...
[ crooking his knee and pressing a heel to the soft line of his bottom, eiden encourages him, just as his chest is squeezed and he lets out a sweet keening noise. always sensitive there, he misses the contact onto to revel in how his hips are grabbed and he's pressed into in full. his eyes go wide, voice pausing mid-breath as he realizes he's being entered and something frantic takes possession of him. his heel presses closer, pushes him in further as he scambles to grab at him, hands framing pinocchio's face as he draws him in over him, lips careesing the warmth of his mouth.
his thumbs themselves stroke as soft cheeks, brush the fringe of delicate lashes. radiating heat, his own face is full flush as he murmurs to him. ]
Just like that... you fit perfectly...
[ the stretch, the girth. he spreads a thigh lewdly wide to accommodate as he squeezes down hard against the other. watching him from here, he's fairly certain he could spend himself on the vision alone - impossible to deny him, the kindness of him, the way he tests his words. he wants to encourge it, nodding in agreement. he's ready, he's wanting, and as he sinks down to hilt him, he lets out the most satisfied sound. ]
Don't stop - I want all of you in me.
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Cherished.
He sighs into the clever warmth of Eiden's lips, pure pleasure and longing. When the core of him starts to squeeze down hard on the fat shape of the cock bottoming out in him, Pinocchio's fingers tighten, the long, low note of gratification chasing Eiden's plea. That last inch, he takes it in one great yank, pulling Eiden's seat flush with the sharps of his hips.
Don't stop, he'd said, but Pinocchio holds him here, grip tight and still. He's giving him time to recalibrate, to really feel the way Eiden is pushed open, crowded full. Blue eyes glisten beneath the dark veil of his eyelashes, watching him, rapt in attention. This is something he won't miss for the world: the way Eiden cries out with satisfaction. Playfully, his lips snatch at his, half a bite and a kiss, thumbs painting circles into his skin where his hands are fixed on his hips.
His hands push, palms sliding around to the dimples above the soft curve of his ass, down again for an indulgent squeeze, just relishing the way he feels around him, and smooths that touch all up the long slope of his back. ]
No one's taken me like this— [ this easy, this free, Eiden's so joyfully passionate. Hips pull back, dragging his thick girth almost to the point where the creases of his cockhead threaten to kiss the inside of his rim, there's a whine hinged to the end of his words once he's sunk himself back into Eiden to the root, ] Fitting inside you for the first time, I want to feel you like this, over and over...
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F-fuck, fuck, fuck -
[ the hands that proceed to hold him fast, squeezing all the soft parts of him, earn another whine as the head of pinocchio's cock stretches his hole further. it's awful, it's amazing, but it's agonizing until he pushes in again and eiden's mouth makes another gutted noise. ]
Agh... hah...
[ his fingers stretch a little to thread into his hair, shift to push more of it back as he draws him close enough to brush their lips together. ]
Over and over...? Careful what you wish for - [ breathless as he squeezes tight around him, eyes rolling a little bit as he swallows down the adjustments his body makes to the thick arousal inside of him. his lungs push air in and out sharply as he relishes in how it's clear his own body aids in helping pinocchio come undone. a slickness suffuses the surface of the other's cock, leaks around the edges of him as his essence flares up again. his body thrums with heat, heart racing as he digs fingers into him to draw him down for another kiss. but before: ] I'd let you do this as many times... [ his brain stutters a moment ] -mmgnh many times as you want... 'til my body remembers this shape of you...