#b3felled

a banquet dinner drawing to a close. alcohol in his veins. the perfect excuse to cozy up with the man. oisín leaned against the wall next to the other, eyeing him up and then down. slow. blatant. but not too eager. one hand on his half-empty goblet. the other not quite touching the larger man just yet. "a fine specimen for a lord commander of the kingsguard." godefrius dronnelgan. chasque's fierce protector. a capable witcher. "i have heard quite a bit about you." he hadn't really met the man before today, not enough for formal introductions at any rate. but that didn't stop him from trying to flatter the man. "an impressive history, among other things." like his physique. oisín made no move to disguise the fact that he was being more than friendly, more than he usually was or was know for. when he wanted something he chased it and it was rather clear what he was after in the moment... even if there were ulterior motives that he wasn't going to divulge.

WHISPERS→ our muses start to hear whispers coming from the tree. they stop for a moment to see if they understand.

"Did you say something?" Jac had paused in his tracks. He was joined by Murai for a walk inside the infamous Umoraian forests. Woods steeped in its mystery and superstition. Depending on how deep one walked inside, the shadows from the canopy could grow to be as dark as the trees were tall.

The sound of the prince's feet stepping along the forest floor suffocated in the silence surrounding the two men. His footing along the roots of the large nearby trees tensed as Jac hears another faint murmur above them. "Did you hear it that time?"

　　for someone who talks as much as the prince does, it is no surprise that some of that verbal affinity translated to the bed. there is a lot of praise, how beautiful his partner is, how sensual, how tempting and sinful they look bent down against the mattress. and if praise isn't enough, then there are the orders. 　　kneel, suck, swallow. harder, faster, don't stop. all in a firm tone which only falters and breaks the closer solomon is to his climax. his volume though, remains discreet enough to have the fuck of his life and keep the people in the next room in the dark. no screams, cries or yells, just lots of huffs and sighs. low moans being the loudest it gets - that is, unless his partner coaxes more out of him.