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[ It's a fun, lewd little game as it is. Now there's an extra element to the lewdness that was just up his alley. Zahid picks up the die, shaking it within his fist and throwing it onto the table.
It lands on CARESS THIGH. ]
A safe one, huh? [ By his standards, anyway. He doesn't actually know if his powers had influenced the roll or not. They don't work in every single dice roll, but they do prevent really shitty ones most of the time. ]
C'mere. [ He pats the seat beside him on the couch. ] Let me feel you up.
[ he truly wouldn't normally be this vulgar outside a brothel, but once again, this place practically was a brothel. ]
[This place is practically a brothel, and Douman sees no need to be shy. He slips down into the seat beside Zahid and presses their thighs together, mismatched eyes watching the young man with a warm flame.]
There are so many people here, all caught up in the same situation. Do make this memorable...
Edited (slight rewording for voice) 2026-03-18 19:17 (UTC)
[ Up close, this man was quite pretty with their mismatched eyes. Maybe Zahid will get lucky tonight. It's far too early to say. If that mark on his face was a scar, that's a little concerning though. Zahid doesn't ask about it, keeping the conversations light. ]
Pressure's on? I gotta make it real nice for you.
[ There's aren't a lot of things he can boast about in general, with his irresponsible and cowardly way of living. Something like this, though? He has plenty of experience.
Zahid swings an arm around the other man, resting it on the curve of his waist. His other hand is placed on the flat of his thigh, massaging the swell of the flesh with a touch that roams just shy of the groin. ]
You got nice legs. [ oh yeah, the game. ] Your turn.
[ but he doesn't stop touching him just because his turn is over ]
zahid is lucky... I always roll his tags twice in a row... (rng also loves doumie and zahid)
[They're both thinking the same thing, that they might get lucky, or that they already have. Douman lets his thigh rest against Zahid's, open to the touch. Douman's arm has found his way around the man's shoulders, toying with locks of hair.]
You've got a nice touch. Hand them over.
[He takes the dice with his free hand and rolls them. They stop on a "1", and then a "4". Kiss chest. Douman smiles at Zahid, finding that he's already leaned in closer.]
For this, we'll need to loosen you up a bit...
[Only his collar, of course. Douman works at it until flesh is revealed.]
[ There are fingers toying idly with the lock of longer hair he keeps in a tie, and Zahid can't help but smile at that, enjoying the playfulness. Things are going smoothly so far. Not that he had anything against prudes, but it's easier when he finds another kindred spirit like this, willing to play the same game as him and work toward their shared pleasure.
There's a glance at the dice, and he can't help but find the roll a lucky one, with how he loves having attention there. Then again, in this particular game, were most of the rolls lucky? Zahid shifts, letting Doumen gradually loosen up his collar. If it's the chest, he'll need more access, right? With the button-up style of clothing he's wearing, it's easy to just pop open his buttons, practically ripping them open so his middle of his chest can breathe. There's no shame that he has as he holds his shirt open for the other man. ]
[Whether or not Zahid likes receiving praise, Douman likes doling it out - he can't help himself, really.
[Douman palms over Zahid's bare chest, then leans in to press his lips against it. It isn't a chaste kiss, not quick. It's languid and warm, wet, tongue teasing at warm skin.
[Douman pulls away, eyes on Zahid, a sly smile on his face.]
[ A real sucker for praise, Zahid eats it up, lips curving in delight. He leans into the touch, arching his back rather shamelessly against those lips and enjoying the sensation of warmth travelling travelling through his body, a teasing tongue against the salt of his copper skin. It makes him wonder what else that tongue is good for.
Actually, he's just going to say it. ] Mmh. Not enough. Hope I get you tonguing on me again real soon.
[ But it's a game they're playing, so he picks up the dice, taking his turn. Zahid gives those dice a good shake three times inside his fist for some perceived notion that makes him luckier, and then he tosses it on the table rather lazily, watching it turn. The first dice lands on SUCK. The other one almost lands on NOSE but flips at the last minute, instead landing on NECK.
If there was a slight crackling nose coming from somewhere, it's only in your imagination. ]
Not too bad. C'mere. [ Now it's his turn to shift, leaning close to the other man and tugging at their collar to loosen it up. ]
[So far, this game has no losers, and Douman is just fine with that. Will it go indefinitely if neither of them end up turning down any of the prompts? He thinks he wouldn't mind. He loosens his own collar and cranes his neck to the side, exposing it for Zahid to do with it as he wishes.]
[ It's a pretty sight. The skin there looked so fair, he wonders how it would look when he's worked it up into a blush, splashes of pink colouring it. The scar was still something concerning, but Zahid doesn't asking, knowing the time and place. He probably wouldn't have asked anyway, not someone who ever wants to bring up bad memories for no reason. ]
Whatever you say. I'll be good.
[ For now, at least, he's behaving. Crawling closer on the couch, his arm snakes around again and grabs Douman's waist, holding him in place. His other hand grips lightly on to the other man's shirt as he leans in, latching his lips on to the span of skin he's been granted access. Between open mouthed, lewd kisses, he continues to speak. ]
Fair skin like this is really cute. Your name?
[ Probably should have asked that to start with.
Zahid offers a few laps of the tongue on the man's throat, and then starts to suck, leaving a small bruise. ]
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Agreed.
[He holds the dice out for Zahid.]
Would you like the first roll?
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It lands on CARESS THIGH. ]
A safe one, huh? [ By his standards, anyway. He doesn't actually know if his powers had influenced the roll or not. They don't work in every single dice roll, but they do prevent really shitty ones most of the time. ]
C'mere. [ He pats the seat beside him on the couch. ] Let me feel you up.
[ he truly wouldn't normally be this vulgar outside a brothel, but once again, this place practically was a brothel. ]
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There are so many people here, all caught up in the same situation. Do make this memorable...
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Pressure's on? I gotta make it real nice for you.
[ There's aren't a lot of things he can boast about in general, with his irresponsible and cowardly way of living. Something like this, though? He has plenty of experience.
Zahid swings an arm around the other man, resting it on the curve of his waist. His other hand is placed on the flat of his thigh, massaging the swell of the flesh with a touch that roams just shy of the groin. ]
You got nice legs. [ oh yeah, the game. ] Your turn.
[ but he doesn't stop touching him just because his turn is over ]
zahid is lucky... I always roll his tags twice in a row... (rng also loves doumie and zahid)
You've got a nice touch. Hand them over.
[He takes the dice with his free hand and rolls them. They stop on a "1", and then a "4". Kiss chest. Douman smiles at Zahid, finding that he's already leaned in closer.]
For this, we'll need to loosen you up a bit...
[Only his collar, of course. Douman works at it until flesh is revealed.]
he is a lucky guy indeed
There's a glance at the dice, and he can't help but find the roll a lucky one, with how he loves having attention there. Then again, in this particular game, were most of the rolls lucky? Zahid shifts, letting Doumen gradually loosen up his collar. If it's the chest, he'll need more access, right? With the button-up style of clothing he's wearing, it's easy to just pop open his buttons, practically ripping them open so his middle of his chest can breathe. There's no shame that he has as he holds his shirt open for the other man. ]
Like this? I'm all ready for you.
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[Whether or not Zahid likes receiving praise, Douman likes doling it out - he can't help himself, really.
[Douman palms over Zahid's bare chest, then leans in to press his lips against it. It isn't a chaste kiss, not quick. It's languid and warm, wet, tongue teasing at warm skin.
[Douman pulls away, eyes on Zahid, a sly smile on his face.]
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Actually, he's just going to say it. ] Mmh. Not enough. Hope I get you tonguing on me again real soon.
[ But it's a game they're playing, so he picks up the dice, taking his turn. Zahid gives those dice a good shake three times inside his fist for some perceived notion that makes him luckier, and then he tosses it on the table rather lazily, watching it turn. The first dice lands on SUCK. The other one almost lands on NOSE but flips at the last minute, instead landing on NECK.
If there was a slight crackling nose coming from somewhere, it's only in your imagination. ]
Not too bad. C'mere. [ Now it's his turn to shift, leaning close to the other man and tugging at their collar to loosen it up. ]
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No lasting marks.
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Whatever you say. I'll be good.
[ For now, at least, he's behaving. Crawling closer on the couch, his arm snakes around again and grabs Douman's waist, holding him in place. His other hand grips lightly on to the other man's shirt as he leans in, latching his lips on to the span of skin he's been granted access. Between open mouthed, lewd kisses, he continues to speak. ]
Fair skin like this is really cute. Your name?
[ Probably should have asked that to start with.
Zahid offers a few laps of the tongue on the man's throat, and then starts to suck, leaving a small bruise. ]