Don't know how well that'd go... Ill-advised most times...
[ we are here. in the woods. there is nothing to help make this easier, and artemy's bleary head negotiates with his heart on just how much he really should care about that. daan pulls his trousers open, however, and his mind goes totally blank. yeah. uh. nevermind. nevermindnevermindnevermind.
he curses quietly under his breath, unintelligible or untranslatable - a bit of both. he shakes his head, already letting one hand come down to just take his cock in hand and stroke a few times, thumb brushing the head and smearing anything there before stroking up him again, a callused hand hot around him. ]
But if that'll scratch your itch... [ chuckling, resigned, but not unwilling. they're in this situation by accident and it's looking less and less unfortunate by the second with whatever gauzy, filmy haze makes moving his limbs. pulling daan closer at the hips, a sudden motion to press them together, artemy's fingers trail downwards, steady without a hitch, dragging fabric and baring him before sliding a hand to part him. not prepared to press inward with anything just yet, but surveying. the touch is observational, finding the shape of him, the trigger to nerves and twitches.
it might be torturous, but he's just Like This. ]
Maybe one of these saps left something in their pockets... [ he's not averse to just spitting and hitting, but like. it's his nature, even when he's flushed deeply and his cock is definitely just. out here to the cool air, standing proudly at attention and very much thrilled at the prospect of a good fuck. being ashamed of it doesn't even hit him just yet. it's sizeable leave him alone. ]
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[ we are here. in the woods. there is nothing to help make this easier, and artemy's bleary head negotiates with his heart on just how much he really should care about that. daan pulls his trousers open, however, and his mind goes totally blank. yeah. uh. nevermind. nevermindnevermindnevermind.
he curses quietly under his breath, unintelligible or untranslatable - a bit of both. he shakes his head, already letting one hand come down to just take his cock in hand and stroke a few times, thumb brushing the head and smearing anything there before stroking up him again, a callused hand hot around him. ]
But if that'll scratch your itch... [ chuckling, resigned, but not unwilling. they're in this situation by accident and it's looking less and less unfortunate by the second with whatever gauzy, filmy haze makes moving his limbs. pulling daan closer at the hips, a sudden motion to press them together, artemy's fingers trail downwards, steady without a hitch, dragging fabric and baring him before sliding a hand to part him. not prepared to press inward with anything just yet, but surveying. the touch is observational, finding the shape of him, the trigger to nerves and twitches.
it might be torturous, but he's just Like This. ]
Maybe one of these saps left something in their pockets... [ he's not averse to just spitting and hitting, but like. it's his nature, even when he's flushed deeply and his cock is definitely just. out here to the cool air, standing proudly at attention and very much thrilled at the prospect of a good fuck. being ashamed of it doesn't even hit him just yet. it's sizeable leave him alone. ]