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lostcompass2022-10-04 08:27 pm
groundrules) wrote in lostcompass2022-10-04 08:27 pm
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Dusty, crammed, stale — you've hit the real estate jackpot with your recent abode. And you're even #blessed with roommates.
- o1. Post a top level with some of your character's quirky, funny, sad or standout domestic habits everyone can enjoy. ( "That fourth lizard tail's a bit awkward." "They're always stealing everyone's fancy conditioner." "That guy, watching you sleep." )
o2. Tag around with your character's IC reactions: questions, passive aggressive post-its, gentle encouragements to stop watering that plant, wholesome suggestions, etc.
o3. Threads can stay game canon — break the ice on some new CR. Why not?
i'm equally sorry for this one
[ Jealous for his attentions. The concept is outside of his understanding, at least as it pertains to anyone feeling that way about him. ]
You're the practical sort, I admire that. I know someone who's fond of handcuffs, though she usually just threatens me with them. Sort of anticlimactic - big promises, little action. Now the binding, okay, good use of the posts, yes. Don't want those going to waste. And when you bind someone - naturally, there's a blindfold involved? If not, there really should be. And then what - they have to work their way out of it and then they win?
[ Yet again, it may not be clear if he's being serious or facetious. He's not even always sure himself. ]
It does sound like a fun game, I have to admit. So, I break free of the bindings, then what? Or is the point to be bound - in which case, well, that could get boring, being honest. I don't do well just staying still.
this is only getting worse, how
Enough people want to surrender their control, trust in the safety of doing so, let down those burdens perceived or actual, and he can grant them that mutual, satisfying release. )
The blindfold, love, is so you need to focus on your other senses. If you're nude already, or if you're being undressed, and all you have is what's said to you, what you hear, and each touch, and the permission to give in, let go, for either.
( He speaks in a low voice, unconcerned if the Doctor had been serious or jesting at this point, because he enjoys the contrasting views and expectations enough to be explicit, to let there be a hint of throatiness in his voice, a seductive promise.
He can lay it all down, expecting no one to pick it up, because it costs him nothing if the answer ever ends up yes instead of no. )
Which is the kind of binding I'm talking about. The ones where you praise them, coax them, let hands and mouths wander, tease with teeth or feathers if you're feeling fancy. The point is surrendering control, safely, and trusting in the pleasure that follows, in allowing it to flow over and through you, to sweep you away until you ache for the release of it, and ache more, and then shudder and shatter and still in the afterglow of its culmination.
( all that consonance, to end with him leaning back on the stairs, languid and relaxed. )
The games I play are all ones about pleasure, love. Body, mind, and spirit.
i have no explanations left for this one, he's just a deflecting weirdo
His companion at the moment is certainly weaving an intriguing and sensuous tale, the hint of promise not entirely escaping him. It's very obvious that Licyn is experienced. He certainly paints a detailed description, which leaves the Doctor ever more curious. Perhaps he'll have to conduct a bit of experimentation of his own. Put this all to the test. Though, his version of experimentation is going to be...quite different from Licyn's. ]
I don't know why it never occurred to me to have cake fed to me like that. You've just given me a brilliant idea!
[ ...anything, it seems, to avoid speaking too deeply or seriously on this subject. He is a weirdo from another planet, it's true, not always understanding of the way others conduct themselves romantically or otherwise, and he's also very good at masking his own wants and desires. ]
Trusting that someone will bring that piece of cake to my mouth rather than eat it themselves, being vulnerable about the fact that the frosting could get smeared everywhere and understanding the one who's bound you can do anything at all about it that they want. It's all very thrilling. You're a giving person, my friend. You're given the same in return?
me, still sobbing
If it's what someone wants, yes. I'd let anyone lick frosting off me, just as I'd lick frosting off them. Really, the fun part of any sensual experience is the experiencing. Tasting the sumptuous delight of sugar in a cake, then the delicious blend of a person's individual scent and the frosting... it's an added delight.
( It doesn't help that he's a wolf. Scents are strong for him regardless; they're inherently part of what he appreciates, or doesn't appreciate. Scents down in the Mouse House region can be a bit trapped and dulling, and the opium? Horrible, horrible for the nose. He avoids that like a second coal sickness come calling. )
Though the last person who wanted anything of the kind was more fascinated by cheeses. And honey.
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[ Oh, but this isn't what they were meant to be talking about it, is it. Right. Side-tracked again, Doctor.
Frosting and sensual experiences. Yes. Well. He continues to be intrigued, and he's nothing if not curious. ]
What you're describing, though - perhaps we'll have an opportunity to put it to the test. If you procure bunk beds.