[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

Comments

x2 smut combo also hilarious that the dialogue parallels??

[redsoil]

[ Steady now, Set begins to work apart buttons and folds of cloth. To push hem and seam and panel from Liem's body, his mouth chasing the glide of rich fabric across cool skin, pressing great biting kisses to the upper, inner arm or across the low dip of Liem's belly. He is everywhere, on the move with a single-minded steadiness that lacks all ferocity one might expect from the war god — he's not violent, simply intent to lay the two of them bare. And indeed, the moment he can toss the last of Liem's outerclothes aside and leave him in just his smalls, Set also reaches down to his own body. Slips the dark robes aside and allows their openness to depart him.

It leaves him bare, wavering in it but a moment ( he has a shy heart, in the end; dominance only comes natural to him with his wife, or in competitive settings, and Liem is not Nephthys, nor is this a fight ) before he lowers his head and pushes his lips flush to the compass-shaped Shard embedded in Liem's body. Willing it to take in the feelings he has in this moment: they are simple and true, made of his desire and his affections for the sorrowful man. The hope that he finds peace and enjoyment in it. The fact that Set, seconds after he thinks about doing it, will slip his hand between Liem's thigh and take him in hand.

Stroking him slowly through the material of his undergarments, head bowed to watch the endeavor with a sort of punched out awe in his own eyes. Like he can't believe he's here, touching Liem, being allowed to. Like he perhaps isn't the person who ought to be tugging down the last layer of cloth between his bare hand and the other man's cock, to fit pale, unblemished fingers around the base of him and draw down, twisting his wrist a little to encircle the head. And repeat. ]

Did I not make my appetite obvious enough, that you think I am holding myself back?

[ girls girls, you're both repressed it's ok ]

My heart's content might be hours of this. Days, maybe. Could you survive that?

[sterngaze]

[For all that Liem does want to touch, for all that he is eager to coax a reaction from the man poised above him, he cannot help his distraction when Set explores his body so devoutly. It is distracting to let the god peel away his layers, heating Liem’s skin with his hands and his kisses. The hungry attention of Set’s mouth on his belly and the lips brushing his shard especially pull shivery little gasps from him, regardless of his efforts to retain his composure.

He does not know what to do with the warmth fluttering against his ribs at the press of Set’s lips. It is a foolish feeling to have, but he cannot seem to stop himself from feeling it, any more than he can resist the urge to squirm his hips into the god ‘s touch. Liem’s fingers stroke restlessly through glossy red hair, trace the shell of his ear as he props himself up to regard him, the rise and fall of his breathing already uneven. It has been far too long since anyone touched him like this.

He does not have the look of a man prepared to endure days of sexual intimacy. Actually, he looks like he’s just shy of desperate.]

That surely depends… hah... on how you treat me. Perhaps I couldn’t.

[Despite his breathless mien, Liem’s expression is playful.]

Then again… I can think of worse ways to go.