so familiar a gleam

as always, peter’s age and life experience were underestimated due to his youthful appearance. he chuckled when gaston declared himself as the elder between the two of them. “i’m older than i look,” the redhead claimed and gently patted his partner’s cheek. “if anything, you should be the one calling me daddy,” he added with an amused expression on his face. it was fun revealing the truth to people, but why stop gaston from asserting dominance over him? peter didn’t mind playing the submissive role.

Rory swallows hard, taking in the king and his statement.

"Not lost," he nervously says, eyes wandering over the man's body, imagining what it's like under his finery. "Just need to pluck up the courage to talk to them. They're royalty too."

Mark's pace slowed down a bit as he hears the younger man's pleas. He still brings his hips to sheath his artificial phallus completely into Ariel's cunt. As honorable as Mark wants to be, he can't help but desire to hear more of the siren's moans fill the air.

The huntsman decides to take advantage of the slower pace, his fingers trailing along the merlad's spit folds, teasing across his clit.

for somebody who likely slept with a majority of the village, he was quite surprised to hear gaston wasn't in favor of the idea of a threesome. still, he could appreciate a selfish lover who wanted him for themselves. peter could share in that sentiment, having grown possessive of partners in the past himself.

"then you gotta learn to give both your guests equal attention," he countered with a wicked smirk, as if speaking from experience. still, peter wasn't going to press on the issue any further. he need only make use of the remaining time left with gaston.

Of course, Peter seems to know exactly how to undermine whatever point Gaston thinks he has.

getting captured certainly wasn't on the top of peter's to do list for the evening. he didn't expect to be ambushed so damn methodically, and by the likes of captain hook no less. perhaps after years of triumphs, he's grown to underestimate the pirate. and like most stories, hubris tends to be the downfall of any protagonist.

which of course brings peter pan to his current situation. none of the lost boys including himself saw the attack coming. before peter even had the chance to react, he was on board the jolly roger tied up and completely exposed for his captor. "didn't think you'd ever get the best of me, captain," the redhead spoke with an air of arrogance in his voice.

"enjoy your little victory while it lasts. my men are gonna burst through that door at any minute and rescue me." how the lost boys would manage such a feat, peter wasn't quite sure. however, he had confidence in them and their ability to improvise in dire circumstances.

the surprisingly gentle touch from hook caused him to blush, cheeks turning to a similar shade of red as the hair atop his head. "you must be out of your damn mind. i'm the hero, hook. i'd never join you," peter retorted, rolling his eyes. he hoped the pirate wouldn't see right through his facade of bravado.

He feigns a pout. "Oh, is that so? Are you too good for a life of piracy, Pan? It's quite fun, actually... I think you would find you'd like it. Perhaps that's why you are so resistant to the idea. You don't want me to be right."

Rory shivers hearing the king use his name. He even shuffles closer to the man, like he's being drawn in.

"Family," Rory admits. "I thought I'd find some family here. But I keep getting distracted by other guests."

He looks up at the man through hooded eyes, eyelashes fluttering.

Mark grunts as he continued a steady pace, each thrust meeting against his new friend's hips. His large hand, taking Ariel's smaller and softer hands in his, placing and pinning the merman's hands above his head as the huntsman as Mark's hips continued to piston fuck Ariel's cunt.

"You're taking me just fine." A proud grin spreads across the huntsman's face as he watches how his artificial cock affected the younger man under him. Mark's hold on Ariel's thighs tightens, wanting the younger man to take him deeper. He leans closer to Ariel, his heated pants grazing the merlad's ear with a rough whisper of, "All twelve inches of me."

Mark, however... he was more animalistic. Feral, even. A different energy.

Open to: Anyone

With one eye closed and an arrow nocked on his bow, the famed thief of Nottingham focused on the target that was the furthest away from where he stood, wanting to both show off his feats as well as keep his aim sharp. Slowly breathing, he made sure that the lined up the shot as perfectly as could, imagining it as a bag of coins hanging on the belt of some aristocrat and his arrow cutting the bag to let the coins fall, and as the wind shifted, he paused as the breeze carried someone's scent towards him, their boots crunching on the dry grass beneath it.

"You know," Robin spoke as he turned to look over his shoulder at the person approaching, "it isn't wise to walk up on someone with a weapon in their hand." As he spoke, and with his eyes focused on the other, he released his hold on the arrow and allowed it to fly where the arrowhead pierced the wood on the target - right in the middle of the bullseye. "But lucky for you, I happen to never miss my target."

Not the best way to meet a stranger, but he had to establish his might somehow...

"But right now, I'm not exactly at my best... I think I wandered through a wrong portal, and now I'm wherever, well, this place is... the name's Hercules. As in, you know, son of Zeus... some would even call me the God of Strength—"

And then he flexes his mighty muscles to convey that.

"You must be the Ariel I have heard so much about," Naveen spoke as he approached the red-haired beauty, a smile pulling at his lips and causing his dimples to etch into his cheeks. "Mi amor, Titus, spoke very highly of you and I just knew... I had to meet you. Please, allow me to introduce myself... I am Naveen, Prince of Maldonia and Titus' partner in business, dance, and in the alcoba..."

As he spoke, Naveen moved to bow in front of the other, continuing to flash his grin that caused his eyes to shimmer ever so lightly. "It is an honor to meet you, hermoso."

Yukine raises a curious eyebrow. Then to confirm his curiosity he surreptitiously but brazenly moves a hand to feel the front of Maxime's trousers. He grins when his suspicions are confirm.

"Oh no issue at all, young lord," he says, licking his lips. "I've more than enough experience to please you with. Is this a new form of yours?"

Even more fascinating. Perhaps Yukine can seduce the man enough to bring him to Huldre for an extended time?

A king. Of course. Just by the way he's standing and carrying himself. Of course he'd be a high-ranking royal. Seems Rory can't sneeze without it being in the direction of a royal these days.

He doesn't back away as Carmine steps forward. In fact he straightens his back and looks into the slightly taller man's eyes.

"I'm Rory Fields. No titles as I said. Just a young man enjoying a journey."

He lets his gaze wander down King Carmine, licking his lips as he takes in what he can see even with the layers of red finery.

there were only a handful of times peter pan's feet actually touched the ground. one being in bed sleeping, another — in the arms of an extremely capable lover. the other occasions vary depending on the circumstances, but peter more often than not preferred to be levitating or flying.

so when he garnered the attention of an extremely handsome and brawny yet rather boastful gentleman in a tavern, peter decided to give the pixie dust a break for the evening. safe to say, he was certainly attracted to the gorgeous bloke. peter doubted anyone could say no to those incredible muscles. and he had to admit, the sex was fucking amazing.

"what can i say? i aim to please," the redhead countered with a wicked smirk. he leaned up on the bed, chin resting on the palm of his hand. "also, no offense — but i needed to find an effective way of shutting you up. i never had a hookup who talked so much before." despite such harsh words, there was no malice in peter's tone. as a matter of fact, he aimed to compliment his partner in a unique way. "i did enjoy hearing you moan for me, though."

at the mention of another guest arriving shortly, peter gave a nod. "not inviting me for a threesome, got it. i must say i'm rather hurt by that," he teased, getting up to stretch his arms. "if our time is limited, i'm happy to take seconds." peter shifted on the bed and positioned himself in between the body builder's legs. "you left such a wonderful and creamy present inside of me. figured i'd return the favor." he bent down, teasingly dragging his tongue along gaston's cock and traveling south to the tight hole in between those beautiful ass cheeks.

His eyebrow quirks upward. "Gaston does not share, dear boy... one cannot risk the possibility of being a third wheel," he purrs, sitting up to paw at the younger man's lithe, toned body. "Plus, I do not share my toys well, which is good news for you..."