sunny

I've been well patched-up after my ordeal in the Hunt, though I am limping a bit. Truthfully, I'm in far better shape than I have any right to be after what happened. The herbs and poultices the medic applied to my leg must have been very powerful indeed. Perhaps they were made from more than nature.

Regardless, I am relieved to be able to attend the masquerade, even in this state. I might not make the best dance partner, but it's nice to see everyone in their finery, in their masks and costumes. Everything feels a little looser.

I turn my attention back towards your face, a polite incline of my head. “For all of our passing comments, I don’t think we’ve properly been introduced.”

I've been well patched-up after my ordeal in the Hunt, though I am limping a bit. Truthfully, I'm in far better shape than I have any right to be after what happened. The herbs and poultices the medic applied to my leg must have been very powerful indeed. Perhaps they were made from more than nature.

Regardless, I am relieved to be able to attend the masquerade, even in this state. I might not make the best dance partner, but it's nice to see everyone in their finery, in their masks and costumes. Everything feels a little looser.

I turn my attention back towards your face, a polite incline of my head. “For all of our passing comments, I don’t think we’ve properly been introduced.”

“Theodore, correct?” I ask, but my tone indicates I’m asking only as a polite formality, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Not getting twisted up in any more forests I assume?”

It’s a lighthearted jab, hand reaching out to rest on your bicep.

(a bit of bloodhaven rp as a treat (for me <3))

[My heart leaps at the faint recognition of the voice, eyes quickly finding you. When I look at you, it’s as though my mind hums with a distant memory.]

It’s a playful comment, paired with my finger catching on a stray curl and coiling it around idly

“I-I do believe it has been far too long, yes… perhaps the forest will allow me to find you again and again in the future, as I am certain I am supposed to be by your side, dear Sunny. Perhaps I’ll got lost on purpose sometime just to find my way to your doorstep.”

[My eyes are fixed on you, taking in each breathtaking feature and elegant design.]

With my free hand, I take a glass from a nearby table, raising it in return, gently clinking our glasses together

“Y-yes, of course. Your company is most welcome, dear Sunny… You have my full attention.”

My free hand slides down—over your shoulders, the breastplate—a thoughtful hum leaving my lips. “You’re nervous,”

“N-nervous? Well… I’m not sure nervous is exactly right, but I suppose so yes… You’re… well, I simply can’t stop thinking of our first meeting, dear Sunny.”

I have to tilt my head down, leaning in to murmur against the sensitive edge of your ear. “The part where you dragged me into bed or the part where you then tried to bind yourself to me forever under the idea of ‘fae law’.”

There’s a smile in my words, and I pull away with a soft laugh. “No need to blush, Sir Theodore. I was very flattered that you wished to.. extend your stay,”

“M-mostly the first part, I must admit… especially with you so close, and the murmur of your voice. It’s like honey… A-apologies, the drink loosens my tongue.”

“You should know I had a wonderful time myself dearest. Was almost tempted to take you up on your offer of devotion.. keep you all to myself,”

“And why didn’t you? Couldn’t bare to keep my servitude from everyone else, dear Sunny?”

“As entertaining as you’d be playing the part of my pretty kept pet, I think it’s far more rewarding to let you come crawling back to me yourself.”

I bow my head just a fraction, smiling around each honeyed word. The thumb against your lower lip presses down, flashing images in your mind—the taste of leather gloves resting on your tongue, dragging them off with your teeth—

“V-very well trained, yes… Although I can’t say many get me quite as obedient as you. Not even a hint of fight left in me as your words bathe me in that warm feeling—I wonder, is that how you got your name? Or is that merely a coincidence?”

I pull my hand away, grazing down your jaw and resting on your throat for only a moment before sliding down your shoulders and arms. “There’s no need to be so careful sweet boy,” Hands touch your own, guiding them from where they hang helplessly in the air, firmly settling your touch on my hips. “You can touch.”

“Mm, I would love a repeat performance, dear Sunny… p-please? Grant me this joy?”

No one is around. The pair are tucked away in a small alcove, with any lingering guests having already drifted off elsewhere. While I certainly don’t mind putting on a show, a selfish part of me is grateful to be the only one witness to you crumble.

The fact we are technically in public has no bearing on my mind, utterly transfixed by your touch. I grab you closer, pressing your torso into me, and slide my other hand up to rest in your hair.

Despite not wanting to, I find the strength to pull away for a moment.]

"Please, I need more of you, I need to please you…. Command me, or let me loose, whatever you wish—just, please, let me have more of you."

A cursory glance to the side, before taking a few steps back, tugging you along. I sit my self against one of the windows, resting my weight on the small bayed ledge and letting you settle between my thighs.

The grip on your collar loosens, finding my place back in your hair, playing with the curls. “You have many titles, don’t you darling..” The words are almost conversational, but a tongue darts out to wet my lips as my gaze lingers. “Why don’t you show me how you earned one of them..”

One hand tightens in your hair. The other idly works to undo the lacing of my trousers.

It feels natural to be between your legs like this, and my cock twitches at the familiar visual. I gasp at the feeling of your hand tightening in my hair. On my knees? Oh the second those words are said I fall hard, far too eager to care about the pain of it. My hands slide underneath your tunic, feeling the soft skin of your sides and holding firmly.]

The words are accompanied by the tightening of my grip in your hair, dragging your gaze up. My breathing is careful, only the smallest stutter as your hands slip up beneath my tunic, digging into the plump skin.

The laces loosen, trousers sagging enough to sit loose on my hips. A trail of dark hair leads low, dipping beneath my underclothes.

Fuck… My heart skips a beat at the command, gaze following the trail of hair down to the undergarments. Hunger fills me, mouth practically watering, but I calm myself enough to move slowly.

I dip my head down to one side, leaving gentle kisses up your thigh as I find my way to the fabric. I look up, eyes locking onto you, grip the undergarments with my teeth, and tug them down slowly. I do the same with the other side, and groan as your cock is finally revealed.]

The hand in your hair softens, almost petting your head. I rest my weight back, relaxing against the ledge. The toe of my boot nudges forward, knocking your knees apart and settling in the small space between, pressing down on your cock.

“Theodore, correct?” I ask, but my tone indicates I’m asking only as a polite formality, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Not getting twisted up in any more forests I assume?”

It’s a lighthearted jab, hand reaching out to rest on your bicep.

(a bit of bloodhaven rp as a treat (for me <3))

[My heart leaps at the faint recognition of the voice, eyes quickly finding you. When I look at you, it’s as though my mind hums with a distant memory.]

It’s a playful comment, paired with my finger catching on a stray curl and coiling it around idly

“I-I do believe it has been far too long, yes… perhaps the forest will allow me to find you again and again in the future, as I am certain I am supposed to be by your side, dear Sunny. Perhaps I’ll got lost on purpose sometime just to find my way to your doorstep.”

[My eyes are fixed on you, taking in each breathtaking feature and elegant design.]

With my free hand, I take a glass from a nearby table, raising it in return, gently clinking our glasses together

“Y-yes, of course. Your company is most welcome, dear Sunny… You have my full attention.”

My free hand slides down—over your shoulders, the breastplate—a thoughtful hum leaving my lips. “You’re nervous,”

“N-nervous? Well… I’m not sure nervous is exactly right, but I suppose so yes… You’re… well, I simply can’t stop thinking of our first meeting, dear Sunny.”

I have to tilt my head down, leaning in to murmur against the sensitive edge of your ear. “The part where you dragged me into bed or the part where you then tried to bind yourself to me forever under the idea of ‘fae law’.”

There’s a smile in my words, and I pull away with a soft laugh. “No need to blush, Sir Theodore. I was very flattered that you wished to.. extend your stay,”

“M-mostly the first part, I must admit… especially with you so close, and the murmur of your voice. It’s like honey… A-apologies, the drink loosens my tongue.”

“You should know I had a wonderful time myself dearest. Was almost tempted to take you up on your offer of devotion.. keep you all to myself,”

“And why didn’t you? Couldn’t bare to keep my servitude from everyone else, dear Sunny?”

“As entertaining as you’d be playing the part of my pretty kept pet, I think it’s far more rewarding to let you come crawling back to me yourself.”

I bow my head just a fraction, smiling around each honeyed word. The thumb against your lower lip presses down, flashing images in your mind—the taste of leather gloves resting on your tongue, dragging them off with your teeth—

“V-very well trained, yes… Although I can’t say many get me quite as obedient as you. Not even a hint of fight left in me as your words bathe me in that warm feeling—I wonder, is that how you got your name? Or is that merely a coincidence?”

I pull my hand away, grazing down your jaw and resting on your throat for only a moment before sliding down your shoulders and arms. “There’s no need to be so careful sweet boy,” Hands touch your own, guiding them from where they hang helplessly in the air, firmly settling your touch on my hips. “You can touch.”

“Mm, I would love a repeat performance, dear Sunny… p-please? Grant me this joy?”

No one is around. The pair are tucked away in a small alcove, with any lingering guests having already drifted off elsewhere. While I certainly don’t mind putting on a show, a selfish part of me is grateful to be the only one witness to you crumble.

The fact we are technically in public has no bearing on my mind, utterly transfixed by your touch. I grab you closer, pressing your torso into me, and slide my other hand up to rest in your hair.

Despite not wanting to, I find the strength to pull away for a moment.]

"Please, I need more of you, I need to please you…. Command me, or let me loose, whatever you wish—just, please, let me have more of you."

A cursory glance to the side, before taking a few steps back, tugging you along. I sit my self against one of the windows, resting my weight on the small bayed ledge and letting you settle between my thighs.

The grip on your collar loosens, finding my place back in your hair, playing with the curls. “You have many titles, don’t you darling..” The words are almost conversational, but a tongue darts out to wet my lips as my gaze lingers. “Why don’t you show me how you earned one of them..”

One hand tightens in your hair. The other idly works to undo the lacing of my trousers.

It feels natural to be between your legs like this, and my cock twitches at the familiar visual. I gasp at the feeling of your hand tightening in my hair. On my knees? Oh the second those words are said I fall hard, far too eager to care about the pain of it. My hands slide underneath your tunic, feeling the soft skin of your sides and holding firmly.]

The words are accompanied by the tightening of my grip in your hair, dragging your gaze up. My breathing is careful, only the smallest stutter as your hands slip up beneath my tunic, digging into the plump skin.

The laces loosen, trousers sagging enough to sit loose on my hips. A trail of dark hair leads low, dipping beneath my underclothes.

“Theodore, correct?” I ask, but my tone indicates I’m asking only as a polite formality, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Not getting twisted up in any more forests I assume?”

It’s a lighthearted jab, hand reaching out to rest on your bicep.

(a bit of bloodhaven rp as a treat (for me <3))

[My heart leaps at the faint recognition of the voice, eyes quickly finding you. When I look at you, it’s as though my mind hums with a distant memory.]

It’s a playful comment, paired with my finger catching on a stray curl and coiling it around idly

“I-I do believe it has been far too long, yes… perhaps the forest will allow me to find you again and again in the future, as I am certain I am supposed to be by your side, dear Sunny. Perhaps I’ll got lost on purpose sometime just to find my way to your doorstep.”

[My eyes are fixed on you, taking in each breathtaking feature and elegant design.]

With my free hand, I take a glass from a nearby table, raising it in return, gently clinking our glasses together

“Y-yes, of course. Your company is most welcome, dear Sunny… You have my full attention.”

My free hand slides down—over your shoulders, the breastplate—a thoughtful hum leaving my lips. “You’re nervous,”

“N-nervous? Well… I’m not sure nervous is exactly right, but I suppose so yes… You’re… well, I simply can’t stop thinking of our first meeting, dear Sunny.”

I have to tilt my head down, leaning in to murmur against the sensitive edge of your ear. “The part where you dragged me into bed or the part where you then tried to bind yourself to me forever under the idea of ‘fae law’.”

There’s a smile in my words, and I pull away with a soft laugh. “No need to blush, Sir Theodore. I was very flattered that you wished to.. extend your stay,”

“M-mostly the first part, I must admit… especially with you so close, and the murmur of your voice. It’s like honey… A-apologies, the drink loosens my tongue.”

“You should know I had a wonderful time myself dearest. Was almost tempted to take you up on your offer of devotion.. keep you all to myself,”

“And why didn’t you? Couldn’t bare to keep my servitude from everyone else, dear Sunny?”

“As entertaining as you’d be playing the part of my pretty kept pet, I think it’s far more rewarding to let you come crawling back to me yourself.”

I bow my head just a fraction, smiling around each honeyed word. The thumb against your lower lip presses down, flashing images in your mind—the taste of leather gloves resting on your tongue, dragging them off with your teeth—

“V-very well trained, yes… Although I can’t say many get me quite as obedient as you. Not even a hint of fight left in me as your words bathe me in that warm feeling—I wonder, is that how you got your name? Or is that merely a coincidence?”

I pull my hand away, grazing down your jaw and resting on your throat for only a moment before sliding down your shoulders and arms. “There’s no need to be so careful sweet boy,” Hands touch your own, guiding them from where they hang helplessly in the air, firmly settling your touch on my hips. “You can touch.”

“Mm, I would love a repeat performance, dear Sunny… p-please? Grant me this joy?”

No one is around. The pair are tucked away in a small alcove, with any lingering guests having already drifted off elsewhere. While I certainly don’t mind putting on a show, a selfish part of me is grateful to be the only one witness to you crumble.

The fact we are technically in public has no bearing on my mind, utterly transfixed by your touch. I grab you closer, pressing your torso into me, and slide my other hand up to rest in your hair.

Despite not wanting to, I find the strength to pull away for a moment.]

"Please, I need more of you, I need to please you…. Command me, or let me loose, whatever you wish—just, please, let me have more of you."

A cursory glance to the side, before taking a few steps back, tugging you along. I sit my self against one of the windows, resting my weight on the small bayed ledge and letting you settle between my thighs.

The grip on your collar loosens, finding my place back in your hair, playing with the curls. “You have many titles, don’t you darling..” The words are almost conversational, but a tongue darts out to wet my lips as my gaze lingers. “Why don’t you show me how you earned one of them..”

One hand tightens in your hair. The other idly works to undo the lacing of my trousers.

“Theodore, correct?” I ask, but my tone indicates I’m asking only as a polite formality, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Not getting twisted up in any more forests I assume?”

It’s a lighthearted jab, hand reaching out to rest on your bicep.

(a bit of bloodhaven rp as a treat (for me <3))

[My heart leaps at the faint recognition of the voice, eyes quickly finding you. When I look at you, it’s as though my mind hums with a distant memory.]

It’s a playful comment, paired with my finger catching on a stray curl and coiling it around idly

“I-I do believe it has been far too long, yes… perhaps the forest will allow me to find you again and again in the future, as I am certain I am supposed to be by your side, dear Sunny. Perhaps I’ll got lost on purpose sometime just to find my way to your doorstep.”

[My eyes are fixed on you, taking in each breathtaking feature and elegant design.]

With my free hand, I take a glass from a nearby table, raising it in return, gently clinking our glasses together

“Y-yes, of course. Your company is most welcome, dear Sunny… You have my full attention.”

My free hand slides down—over your shoulders, the breastplate—a thoughtful hum leaving my lips. “You’re nervous,”

“N-nervous? Well… I’m not sure nervous is exactly right, but I suppose so yes… You’re… well, I simply can’t stop thinking of our first meeting, dear Sunny.”

I have to tilt my head down, leaning in to murmur against the sensitive edge of your ear. “The part where you dragged me into bed or the part where you then tried to bind yourself to me forever under the idea of ‘fae law’.”

There’s a smile in my words, and I pull away with a soft laugh. “No need to blush, Sir Theodore. I was very flattered that you wished to.. extend your stay,”

“M-mostly the first part, I must admit… especially with you so close, and the murmur of your voice. It’s like honey… A-apologies, the drink loosens my tongue.”

“You should know I had a wonderful time myself dearest. Was almost tempted to take you up on your offer of devotion.. keep you all to myself,”

“And why didn’t you? Couldn’t bare to keep my servitude from everyone else, dear Sunny?”

“As entertaining as you’d be playing the part of my pretty kept pet, I think it’s far more rewarding to let you come crawling back to me yourself.”

I bow my head just a fraction, smiling around each honeyed word. The thumb against your lower lip presses down, flashing images in your mind—the taste of leather gloves resting on your tongue, dragging them off with your teeth—

“V-very well trained, yes… Although I can’t say many get me quite as obedient as you. Not even a hint of fight left in me as your words bathe me in that warm feeling—I wonder, is that how you got your name? Or is that merely a coincidence?”

I pull my hand away, grazing down your jaw and resting on your throat for only a moment before sliding down your shoulders and arms. “There’s no need to be so careful sweet boy,” Hands touch your own, guiding them from where they hang helplessly in the air, firmly settling your touch on my hips. “You can touch.”

“Mm, I would love a repeat performance, dear Sunny… p-please? Grant me this joy?”

No one is around. The pair are tucked away in a small alcove, with any lingering guests having already drifted off elsewhere. While I certainly don’t mind putting on a show, a selfish part of me is grateful to be the only one witness to you crumble.

“Theodore, correct?” I ask, but my tone indicates I’m asking only as a polite formality, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Not getting twisted up in any more forests I assume?”

It’s a lighthearted jab, hand reaching out to rest on your bicep.

(a bit of bloodhaven rp as a treat (for me <3))

[My heart leaps at the faint recognition of the voice, eyes quickly finding you. When I look at you, it’s as though my mind hums with a distant memory.]

It’s a playful comment, paired with my finger catching on a stray curl and coiling it around idly

“I-I do believe it has been far too long, yes… perhaps the forest will allow me to find you again and again in the future, as I am certain I am supposed to be by your side, dear Sunny. Perhaps I’ll got lost on purpose sometime just to find my way to your doorstep.”

[My eyes are fixed on you, taking in each breathtaking feature and elegant design.]

With my free hand, I take a glass from a nearby table, raising it in return, gently clinking our glasses together

“Y-yes, of course. Your company is most welcome, dear Sunny… You have my full attention.”

My free hand slides down—over your shoulders, the breastplate—a thoughtful hum leaving my lips. “You’re nervous,”

“N-nervous? Well… I’m not sure nervous is exactly right, but I suppose so yes… You’re… well, I simply can’t stop thinking of our first meeting, dear Sunny.”

I have to tilt my head down, leaning in to murmur against the sensitive edge of your ear. “The part where you dragged me into bed or the part where you then tried to bind yourself to me forever under the idea of ‘fae law’.”

There’s a smile in my words, and I pull away with a soft laugh. “No need to blush, Sir Theodore. I was very flattered that you wished to.. extend your stay,”

“M-mostly the first part, I must admit… especially with you so close, and the murmur of your voice. It’s like honey… A-apologies, the drink loosens my tongue.”

“You should know I had a wonderful time myself dearest. Was almost tempted to take you up on your offer of devotion.. keep you all to myself,”

“And why didn’t you? Couldn’t bare to keep my servitude from everyone else, dear Sunny?”

“As entertaining as you’d be playing the part of my pretty kept pet, I think it’s far more rewarding to let you come crawling back to me yourself.”

I bow my head just a fraction, smiling around each honeyed word. The thumb against your lower lip presses down, flashing images in your mind—the taste of leather gloves resting on your tongue, dragging them off with your teeth—

“V-very well trained, yes… Although I can’t say many get me quite as obedient as you. Not even a hint of fight left in me as your words bathe me in that warm feeling—I wonder, is that how you got your name? Or is that merely a coincidence?”

I pull my hand away, grazing down your jaw and resting on your throat for only a moment before sliding down your shoulders and arms. “There’s no need to be so careful sweet boy,” Hands touch your own, guiding them from where they hang helplessly in the air, firmly settling your touch on my hips. “You can touch.”