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Castor and I have been engaged for…nearly a year now, actually. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met — I’m Tron.
Well. I’m sorry, I’m Ada. Castor’s older sister. It’s a pleasure to meet you formally, Tron.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Ada. *smiles*
administrativefunctions replied to your post: I would like my fiance back in one piece at the…
When did this happen and why wasn’t I told?
—I’m sorry, miss, when did what happen?
Fiance. My brother.
Castor and I have been engaged for...nearly a year now, actually. I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met -- I'm Tron.
administrativefunctions replied to your post: I would like my fiance back in one piece at the...
When did this happen and why wasn’t I told?
--I'm sorry, miss, when did what happen?
I would like my fiance back in one piece at the end of the night, please, Quorra. Take good care of him.
entertainments-and-diversions replied to your post: [Program TRON is online]
Hello, dear!
*cheek kisses* Hello, my love.
[Program TRON is online]
O-oh…ohh. *his back arches up off the bed, circuits flaring brightly and fingers again tangling in Tron’s hair as he lets out one long, heady, moan in release* Tron..
*he swallows around him, his free hand cupping Castor’s hip and tracing absent-minded patterns on the circuit-free skin. Once the other program has finished, Tron lets him fall from his lips, pressing soft little kisses up his torso to his neck, his cheek, his mouth* Users, you are beautiful.
*he’s panting still as Tron kisses up his body, or maybe because of it, but despite the slight languidness he was feeling he returned the kiss at once and with hunger, however brief it was.* And you.. you are magnificent.
*Tron grins at that, and presses another kiss under his lover's jaw* Well, thank you.
*even with all his experience, a few rumbled words can still bring a deep flush to his cheeks, make him breathe a little faster in anticipation as he feels the first press of Tron’s digits against him before he slides them back inside. Those lips wrap around him again and his eyes nearly roll back.* ohhh.. fuck, Tron, don’t stop.
Mmn.. *he groans, muffled by the hard flesh, and slicks his tongue farther along Castor’s length, his fingers’ rhythm beginning to build up speed ever so slightly*
O-oh…ohh. *his back arches up off the bed, circuits flaring brightly and fingers again tangling in Tron’s hair as he lets out one long, heady, moan in release* Tron..
*he swallows around him, his free hand cupping Castor's hip and tracing absent-minded patterns on the circuit-free skin. Once the other program has finished, Tron lets him fall from his lips, pressing soft little kisses up his torso to his neck, his cheek, his mouth* Users, you are beautiful.
*his moan is shaky, almost a whimper, and for a moment his circuits flare all over and he worries he’s about to overload already.* Aaaah! *his fingers clutch at Tron’s shoulders tightly, his whole body stilling to hold off a little longer* D-darling, please.
*Tron lets him slip from his mouth with a soft pop.* Close already, love? *He grins up at his lover, letting his tongue flick over the tip of him* It’s alright, you can.. I want to see you overload. *his voice is low, coaxing* But don’t think it’ll be the last time you do tonight. *pushes his fingers deeper, closing his mouth around him again and sucking*
*even with all his experience, a few rumbled words can still bring a deep flush to his cheeks, make him breathe a little faster in anticipation as he feels the first press of Tron’s digits against him before he slides them back inside. Those lips wrap around him again and his eyes nearly roll back.* ohhh.. fuck, Tron, don’t stop.
Mmn.. *he groans, muffled by the hard flesh, and slicks his tongue farther along Castor's length, his fingers' rhythm beginning to build up speed ever so slightly*
*He gasps and squirms as Tron takes more of him in, his hips bucking in short thrusts that grow shallower the further down the man goes. It’s not that he doubts Tron can take it, he knows better, but he’s aching already. And with that maddeningly effectual pace Tron’s set with his fingers, Castor isn’t sure he’ll last if he starts to fuck the lips around him* T-tron, I..
*Damned if he’s going to stop now, but Tron looks up when the other program speaks, raising one eyebrow questioningly* Hmm? *He curls his fingers inside Castor, not quickening his pace at all*
*his moan is shaky, almost a whimper, and for a moment his circuits flare all over and he worries he’s about to overload already.* Aaaah! *his fingers clutch at Tron’s shoulders tightly, his whole body stilling to hold off a little longer* D-darling, please.
*Tron lets him slip from his mouth with a soft pop.* Close already, love? *He grins up at his lover, letting his tongue flick over the tip of him* It's alright, you can.. I want to see you overload. *his voice is low, coaxing* But don't think it'll be the last time you do tonight. *pushes his fingers deeper, closing his mouth around him again and sucking*
Ohhh. *the sound is deep, throaty, and Castor’s toes curl with the effort it takes to keep from thrusting deeper into that hot mouth. Keeping entirely still, however, is something already beyond him, and when he feels Tron press his finger inside he can’t help but rock his hips to remind his lover that he can handle, and wants, more*
*It’s really not that difficult anymore — Tron’s a quick learner, after all, and after being with Castor for cycles, he’s picked up a few things — so after a few small bobs of his head, he drops his jaw and swallows him down. Pressing another lube-slick digit into Castor, he starts up a slow, easy rhythm before adding a third finger.*
*He gasps and squirms as Tron takes more of him in, his hips bucking in short thrusts that grow shallower the further down the man goes. It’s not that he doubts Tron can take it, he knows better, but he’s aching already. And with that maddeningly effectual pace Tron’s set with his fingers, Castor isn’t sure he’ll last if he starts to fuck the lips around him* T-tron, I..
*Damned if he's going to stop now, but Tron looks up when the other program speaks, raising one eyebrow questioningly* Hmm? *He curls his fingers inside Castor, not quickening his pace at all*
*he’d been about to move when all at once Tron maneuvered him onto his back, and to call the sound that left his lips at being manhandled like that simply appreciative came nowhere close to describing it.* A-aah, yes.. *he lets his legs fall open wider, but he doesn’t bend them up at the knees in the hope that Tron will lead things yet again*
*Tron’s lips moved farther down the pale stretch of torso, hoping to get another sound like that out of his lover.* Fuck, you are gorgeous.. *pressing a kiss to his hip, Tron moves lower to smooth his tongue along Castor’s length before closing his mouth around him, teasing one finger into him at the same time.*
Ohhh. *the sound is deep, throaty, and Castor’s toes curl with the effort it takes to keep from thrusting deeper into that hot mouth. Keeping entirely still, however, is something already beyond him, and when he feels Tron press his finger inside he can’t help but rock his hips to remind his lover that he can handle, and wants, more*
*It's really not that difficult anymore -- Tron's a quick learner, after all, and after being with Castor for cycles, he's picked up a few things -- so after a few small bobs of his head, he drops his jaw and swallows him down. Pressing another lube-slick digit into Castor, he starts up a slow, easy rhythm before adding a third finger.*
*his eyelashes flutter, and mindlessly his hips jerk into the touch as his circuits brighten. And, for a moment, he’s lost in that damnably talented touch.* T-Tron.. *he breaks their kiss in favor of bringing his lips down to the other’s jaw, gently nipping at the skin there before kissing lower. He’d definitely be leaving marks tonight.*
*a groan rumbles in his chest, and he arches his neck up against Castor’s teasing lips, his circuits flickering brighter* Mmn… Users, Castor.. *a breathless little smirk pulls at his mouth* Lie back. *Not giving him much of a chance to obey, Tron settles him down on the couch, his tongue mapping the circuitry over his lover’s chest as one slick finger trails up his inner thigh*
*he’d been about to move when all at once Tron maneuvered him onto his back, and to call the sound that left his lips at being manhandled like that simply appreciative came nowhere close to describing it.* A-aah, yes.. *he lets his legs fall open wider, but he doesn’t bend them up at the knees in the hope that Tron will lead things yet again*
*Tron's lips moved farther down the pale stretch of torso, hoping to get another sound like that out of his lover.* Fuck, you are gorgeous.. *pressing a kiss to his hip, Tron moves lower to smooth his tongue along Castor's length before closing his mouth around him, teasing one finger into him at the same time.*
*he gasps again, into the kiss, and the sound that leaves him is breathy and low. His fingers sliding into that thick brown hair to give it a little tug as he kisses him deeper and starts a slow rhythm.* Mmmnn..
*not breaking the kiss, he fumbles around with one hand in a drawer of the small table beside the couch.. aha. Flicking the cap off of the small bottle in his hand, he slicks the lube over his hand and curls his long fingers around Castor, stroking along the underside of his cock*
*his eyelashes flutter, and mindlessly his hips jerk into the touch as his circuits brighten. And, for a moment, he’s lost in that damnably talented touch.* T-Tron.. *he breaks their kiss in favor of bringing his lips down to the other’s jaw, gently nipping at the skin there before kissing lower. He’d definitely be leaving marks tonight.*
*a groan rumbles in his chest, and he arches his neck up against Castor's teasing lips, his circuits flickering brighter* Mmn... Users, Castor.. *a breathless little smirk pulls at his mouth* Lie back. *Not giving him much of a chance to obey, Tron settles him down on the couch, his tongue mapping the circuitry over his lover's chest as one slick finger trails up his inner thigh*
*his eyes gleam with excitement at the words, and his fingers press against the firm muscles of Tron’s chest before he leans further into him, their bodies grinding together briefly before he slid his palms down and made the pixels of his clothes flicker away* Trust me when I say, you never make it easy.
Ah.. *a quick slide of his fingers sends his gridsuit scattering into pixels, and a low appreciative groan escapes him at the feel of skin on skin* I do love getting you all worked up, darling. The sounds that come from those pretty lips… Mm. *presses a kiss to said lips and twitches his hips up to meet Castor’s*
*he gasps again, into the kiss, and the sound that leaves him is breathy and low. His fingers sliding into that thick brown hair to give it a little tug as he kisses him deeper and starts a slow rhythm.* Mmmnn..
*not breaking the kiss, he fumbles around with one hand in a drawer of the small table beside the couch.. aha. Flicking the cap off of the small bottle in his hand, he slicks the lube over his hand and curls his long fingers around Castor, stroking along the underside of his cock*
*grins, his breath catching in his throat at the touch* I think we can work around that.. Tatia is with Quorra for the night, we’ve got the house all to ourselves.. *derezzes a thin line of pixels down Castor’s thigh*
*he bites his lip as he watches the movement, his own creamy skin coming into view beneath Tron’s hand, and finds it hard not to just bring his leg over the other’s thighs and straddle him already* Good.. I don’t much feel like keeping quiet tonight.
Is that so? *trails his finger over the newly revealed skin before slowly brushing away more fabric, inching higher up the other’s leg* Good.. *he gives a little smirk and pulls Castor onto his lap, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear* Because I don’t plan to make keeping quiet easy for you tonight.
*his eyes gleam with excitement at the words, and his fingers press against the firm muscles of Tron’s chest before he leans further into him, their bodies grinding together briefly before he slid his palms down and made the pixels of his clothes flicker away* Trust me when I say, you never make it easy.
Ah.. *a quick slide of his fingers sends his gridsuit scattering into pixels, and a low appreciative groan escapes him at the feel of skin on skin* I do love getting you all worked up, darling. The sounds that come from those pretty lips... Mm. *presses a kiss to said lips and twitches his hips up to meet Castor's*
Oh I’m sure.. *lets out a soft hum of approval, tilting his head in a silent request for more while one of his hands slides down and back up again to tease the firm muscles of Tron’s abdomen*
Mm… *nips lightly under Castor’s jaw, one hand straying down to trace along his hipbone* Let’s go to bed.
*gasps softly at the gentle bite, but he smirks even as his fingers fumble on their trail back down. Lower this time, down to his thigh* Touching me like that isn’t really making me want to get up, you know..
*grins, his breath catching in his throat at the touch* I think we can work around that.. Tatia is with Quorra for the night, we’ve got the house all to ourselves.. *derezzes a thin line of pixels down Castor’s thigh*
*he bites his lip as he watches the movement, his own creamy skin coming into view beneath Tron’s hand, and finds it hard not to just bring his leg over the other’s thighs and straddle him already* Good.. I don’t much feel like keeping quiet tonight.
Is that so? *trails his finger over the newly revealed skin before slowly brushing away more fabric, inching higher up the other's leg* Good.. *he gives a little smirk and pulls Castor onto his lap, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear* Because I don't plan to make keeping quiet easy for you tonight.
