In my heart you will live

It was from his love that I was born and from his seed that I grew. (Indie RP blog for an OC based upon the tale of Hyakinthos. Multi-ship, multi-fandom blog. Mun and muse are over 21.)

[kinthosquoits]

svnliqhts·:

quinn found a laugh escaping his lips as they went from one place to the other, and he quickly pulled kinthos back to him with a grip on his waist. “how about with a kiss.. and then on your knees.” he murmured as he pressed his lips against the corner of the others lips.

“I think I can manage that.” Kinthos caught Quinn’s lips in a searing kiss, making sure to leave him breathless, before lowering himself to his knees. “One kiss for you and...” He pecked the front of the man’s jeans. “One for this little guy.”

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svnliqhts·:

that made him laugh again, and he stole yet another kiss after the first was given. “why, that sounds like a great way to spend our evening.” he murmured, both hands slipping down to grip at his lovers ass. he squeezed lightly, and then started backing up. “to the bedroom?”

“I’m glad you think so. I have felt so empty these last couple days.” Kinthos moved at an incredible pace, pulling Quinn into his arms and rushing him into the bedroom. “Of course.” He stripped himself of his shirt. “How would you like me to begin, Quinn?”

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svnliqhts·:

“what a way to open a sentence.” it had him laughing softly, though he was also reaching out to grip the other by his waist and tug kinthos closer. “not even a please?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be rude.” Kinthos pressed himself against Quinn, tilting his head to one side to steal a kiss. “Won’t you please dump a load in me?”

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open to: tops, lovers, friends

“Baby, I miss you…” Kinthos whimpered, clad only in a tight jockstrap. “Won’t you cum in me?”

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spxllcasting‌:

“I don’t know, I believe I’m quite average for anyone’s liking,” Clint teased, before a soft groan escaped his lips at the feeling of the other grinding against his cock. Hands laid on his hips, fingertips brushing over the naked back left by the jockstrap. “Like this, love.”

“I don’t fall for just average, my sweet.” Kinthos redoubled his efforts, squeezing Clint’s dick between his buttocks and grinding hard against it as he stole short, teasing kisses from his lips. “Feel free to let your fingers wander, if you’d like: you know I wear these just for you?”

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Kinthos would love a reply to this if anybody wants to play!

[kinthosquoits]

Kinthos would love a reply to this if anybody wants to play!

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@apollxnius​

Lauchlan was way more irritated than he let on; than it was fair to be. “Well, you could have done something else.” He said, pulling Kintho’s face a little to close to him, squishing his jaw, eyes fixated on the man’s. “Now how do I explain you’re a nymph?” He let go of the other one and shook his head, disappointed, before running a hand through his hair. “They’ll think I’m going out with a crazy person.”

“Mine is a tongue meant only for truths, Lauchlan! They cornered me: I didn’t know how else to react without embarrassing you.” Kinthos’ gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his sadness. “Tell them it is part of a performance. That I love to act and to convince me to break from character is neigh-impossible.” He cupped his lover’s cheek. “We can fix, my sweet. Just please: do not be mad at me!”

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♭

@apollxnius​

Kinthos’ smile faded when he felt Lauchlan’s hand on his chin. The nymph was never one for eye contact, least of all when it was not his choice. “My love…” He shifted awkwardly on the spot. “Is everything okay? If this about earlier, I am sorry but…” He frowned. “Your friends asked me a question. What was I supposed to do? Lie?”

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Kinthos would love a reply to this if anybody wants to play!

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[kinthosquoits]

Open to: dominant, versatile muses

“... This plug--” Kinthos stomped his foot in an effort to gain his Dom’s attention. “Is too big!”

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prettymxn·:

Beckham choked back a whimper as he heard the sound of the clippers. Truth be told he was scared to part with his long hair. “Fuck” he bit down on his lip and looked up at the other male. Then he nodded his head slightly.

“It’ll be fine, my love. I promise!” Kinthos ran the clippers through Beckham’s hair, watching the locks fall with an endearing smile. “So slow to grow, so quick to cut.” He teased, running the clippers through another nest of hair. “You’re going to look so cute with your new buzzcut, babe.”

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sinfulwishcs·:

Joey thought about it but wasn’t sure how to answer it. He smirked as he felt the man’s lips on his ass. “Bend over my desk,” he admitted, doing exactly that. He pushed his ass out, laying his chest on the desk and waited to be eaten out; the anticipation making his cock throb. 

“Good choice.” Kinthos purred, swiping his tongue down the length of Joey’s ass. He followed up with a series of brief, teasing kisses. “Feel good, baby?” He asked between swipes of his tongue. “If you want more, let me hear you beg.”

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sinfulwishcs·:

Max didn’t expect the other to say that, but he didn’t stop. He fell to his knees and grabbed the man’s left foot, shoving his face in the sock foot and inhaled heavily. “Fuck, man,” He muttered, face still covered by his foot. 

“Smell good, huh? I’ll admit, I enjoy seeing you under my feet.” Kinthos chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a delighted sigh. “But I’m not convinced you love them, yet.” He slapped Max’s cheek with his foot. “Kiss!”

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svnliqhts·:

“well then take me into town next time.” lucas tried again, shoulders slumping when he was put down. he’d never get used to how easily the other moved him around, or stopped him. he liked it more often than not, but sometimes his mood slumped when he was left alone. “the garden is not enough.” lucas sighed out, arms crossing as he looked at Kinthos. “..no.” he added and let his eyes flick away. no part of him wanted to do chores to cure his boredom, that seemed terrible. even if he knew he should since it was asked of him.

“it’s not the same when i’m alone. I don’t want to be alone.” lucas complained. despite not wanting to help with the groceries he slipped off the counter anyway to move to the sink. “what’s for dinner?” he decided on asking as he washed his hands like he was asked.

“Good boys get to go into town. Good boys do their chores daily. And very good boys ask their Sir for extra chores.” Kinthos countered, giving Lucas’ cheeks several playful taps. “Do your chores and perhaps I’ll take you with me... Or at least buy you a puppy.” He paused, momentarily distracted. “Do you like puppies?

“My sweet, I know it can be hard. But it’s dangerous out there: I’m just trying to keep you safe!” Kinthos looked at Lucas as he neatly stacked packets into their respective cupboards. “You are the one with the talent for cooking: I thought you might like to prepare us something?”

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kinthosquoits‌:

In honour of thirsty Thursday: does anybody want to breed or plug Kinthos like for a starter