1. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "You must have a type, so many sirens in these woods. At least you do sound like you've few regrets over the encounter." Walter murmured. Moved under the fingers on his spine, to prolong the caress. Once fingers ventured to his ribs, though, he twitched, caught the offending hand, stroked the...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "I'm sorry," Walter whispered. He could not understand what exactly had transpired, of course. Not even close. And yet, he'd travelled enough to know what that meant. "I never knew you traveled, too... could not have been easy." He remembered that dwindling city. The other one like him. The...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    A quiet, Walter's face hard to glean without shifting posture, but even the man's breath seemed to still for a moment. He tried to inhale slowly, quietly, so that the iron grip on his throat was not so evident, and words not so much a croak when he murmured, "Thank you." He didn't let himself...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Hm. Both very joyous activities, I assure you." A small sigh, head lolling to the side to press against Laric's shoulder. "But I am wary of causing harm, and I can't offer healing in return. Not anymore." He listened, quietly, taking a bit of a pause to roll onto his back, raise his upper torso...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He didn't pull away, just tensed for a brief moment, mind briefly in a place between. Then, made a noise that wasn't very much words. As if stirred by Laric's movement, he also got up. Swayed dizzily, blinked his way through the dots and the protest of his back. Added some sticks to the fire...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    Gratitude from the cracked and weeping mouth of a half-molten, half-charred man, meant naught. These were not his lands, these were not his people. He was not their lord. And an obscurata was not there for the people first and foremost. He was there to nip the calamity in the bud. Gods knew, so...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He changed the angle, shifted the rhythm, feeling tensing, drawing closer. Teeth almost nicked the bitten lip, cut flesh again, made him shiver before the choked gasp, having to gather enough self-restraint to be careful while the other would finally unravel. Bloodied mouth pressed kisses...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Good." Fingertips traced down Laric's spine, from a loose wrap around the nape all the way down to the thumb stroking along the tailbone. A palm flattened against skin, wrapped around the hip. More spit to ease the friction some, and a slow reclaiming. Blood dripped down his chin from the fangs...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He wasn't going to stop, and wasn't going to take mercy on his lover, either. They were up against time and friction, here in the middle of nowhere. Fascinating enough that Laric could hold back... but the brief concern over possibly being too rough faded when the bite came alongside a loud cry...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Walter's mouth didn't respond with words. Head tilted up, a soft touch just above the knee. He settled both legs surer against the shoulders, in a quiet direction. Ran tongue against his own hand, wrapped himself with a harsh grip for a few strokes. Leaned over, directing his tip against the...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Curious on whether Laric had gotten some ideas, Walter watched the satisfyingly smooth motion that saw the rogue upward into standing. His fingers traced around the lover's ankle, a palm wrapped around the leg and brushed up the back of the calf. The baron seemed as if he was holding back a...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    The hand in his hair stopping him, pulling into a kiss, tore a whimper, a twitch of the hips, involuntary stillness. He would not have allowed that, on any other night, with anybody else. Right now? He wanted it more than anything, tiny moans escaping in the twining caress of the tongues...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    'Outsider.' A low hum. The poor wretch didn't know how right it was - moreso, right now, when he could feel the Harvest's waking keen. Unfocused, as of yet, and yet his every instinct called pursuit before his nature took the reigns from him completely. People didn't like it when he was on the...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He was drifting, as easily taken by pleasure as any other drug, just enough intoxicated to be shameless in the slow, shivering moans when the devilish mouth moved and tongue teased just right. His voice had never been so absent-mindedly soft in memory, mingling praises into gasps, "...just like...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    "Unlike the last time we've met for a party," Walter chuckled. Drenched did not begin to cover it, though memories made most things feel fonder. He glanced at other guests and lowered his tone, too. "Gods be graceful, this is modest compared to some earldoms I've heard of - and suits me just...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    The tension would not be allowed to numb. Now and then, fingers relaxed, brushed against the scalp with the waves of spreading warmth from a slight release, then toyed with the strands, tensing them one after the other - a looser leash, but a leash all the same. When a hand teased a touch at...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Laric's weight urged a low moan of contentment out of the man, smile curving his lips as the kiss broke. His hand slid atop the other's tailbone, curving fingers in a stroking squeeze. The muscles on the arms shifted under the skin, the lines of shadows breaking against the ridges of scars...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He did not play. Though not for reasons of affection born from the heart, the obscurata was diving into passion fully, slowly finding his way deeper. He wanted to sink. Wanted to grit his teeth against the pleasure's edge, wanted the darkness to ring soft and hollow in his head, after. Wanted...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Their youth was faint traces of the past that clung like morning mist. They've changed, not in the least by being broken. Loss, hardship, adventure, discovering there was much more to the world than toying with sharp bits of metal. Walter caught himself sliding into that familiar role of taking...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Geist snapped the jaws quietly, head drifting upward, ears and eyes affixed in search of something come too close for comfort to the campsite. The drake was smart enough to tell another night stalker from prey, but was in no rush to stand. The languid blanket of shadow settled through the...
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