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[laetationis]

Triolism - The En-twins and you~ Because we know you like to be En-wiched!

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[ En-wiched -laughs- well that’s a word I haven’t heard in a while ]

Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome

                     He should probably know                                          that fighting back was futile and beg Kouen to stop                                  was the same. For mercy was off the table. Yet he still                                tries regardless. Not because it hurt or were the slightest                               uncomfortable ( and when you work for a shameless man                               and his somewhat doppelganger for months now you were                                  probably used to their shenanigans ) but because he                                      were exhausted. And handling two Kouen’s is as                                                         exhausting as it gets.

                                 This was not what he had in mind of unwind nor relief                                stress after pulling hours of work and stacks of papers                               which only gave him headaches. When it came to politics                                and trading or even economy those came to him as easy                              as breathing. Balbadds education had him on the right track.                              But adapting to Kou’s wonts only proven to be rather difficult.

                       But sex never came to mind nor count as such in this case.                             Rather would of flopped onto a soft bed with clean sheets or                            least had a sip of wine rather than sober, trapped between the                              sheets and two larger, stronger, bodies. Covered in sweat,                         arousal along whatever fluid claiming to be calming oil unknown                             to the blond coath around his torso, thighs along privates.

                                And certain Kouen aiming to be as tantalizing as ever.                       ” Pl…ease. “ He groans and had his back arch till it hit the                       other man’s chest. Whom currently was toying with either rub his                     thighs and had them spread, to trail up to his chest to both pinch &                   rub on his nipples. Despite the complain Alibaba melted into the man’s                 embrace- if one could call it that. But that’s not what got him so loud or to                 squirm, but have an exact mirror image of same male leaning in slinky way                 to palm his crotch or tease with slow strokes. His mind in a daze, breath                  erratic & voice hoarse yet that only would encourage Kouen to go further.

                     Not that he needed encouragement but rather take hints if he didn’t                               want this bratty twerp from Balbadd to nag at him later.

              “ Aaaah— haaa! “ The younger boy gasps and cries out, subconsciously              buckle his hips but Kouen kept him still before Alibaba would manage to choke                him while his counterpart toyed with a fun body part and also weakness that             would get the blond to melt. Nibble or lick along the earlobe or run kisses down                                                 at the back of Aibaba’s neck.

                       All he could do was moan and grasp whatever his hands could reach                until it was over. A sharp inhale and final cry before he saw stars then finished              in his boss’ mouth. This wouldn’t be a problem if it stopped there. But anticipates,             as his hips were grabbed and positioned well, with pairs of crimson irises peer at                 the hot mess sprawled against the mattress, this wasn’t over and worst best                                                               is yet to come.

[brightredprince]

"Hello?"

Send me “Hello?” and my character will phone yours because…

7. They can’t remember a thing about who they are and just hit redial on their phone.

Waiting with bated breath, he could not decide if he was more worried that his call would or would not be answered. Were phone calls always this difficult to make? The instant he realized that he was listening to an actual person and not just an answering machine he nearly hung up, wishing he had worked harder to solve this himself before asking someone else for help. It was only after the second hello that he took a breath and forced himself to speak. “Hello, I’m very sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could maybe… help me with a few things?” 

[pater-magi]

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this is a thing when i'm back and you know i mean it!

David will be waiting in bed for you.

[pater-magi]

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this is a thing when i'm back and you know i mean it!

David will be waiting in bed for you.

[brightredprince]

"What did you just call me?"

Send me "What did you just call me?" and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.

33. Showoff.

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" He hadn’t thought the harsh comment muttered under his breath would actually be heard. It was the truth, but he could hardly say such a thing to his brother and king. Head bowed, he racked his brains for a suitable excuse. "Forgive me, I only said that I admire your power." The damn showoff, flaunting it at such inappropriate times. 

[brightredprince]

憧

Send me “憧” for what my muse admires about yours

"There are many things, but your determination to achieve your goals is amazing. You will make a wonderful king when the time comes, I’m sure."

[brightredprince]

"Don't chase the rabbit"

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.

With rapt attention he had always watched his brother write. Later he would learn the once mesmerizing brushstrokes were actually stiff and sloppy, but for now he could think of nothing more enchanting than the words he could not yet read springing forth from a simple brush dipped in ink. There could be entire stories dictated in the strange symbols for all he knew, and he was dying to see them.

It was the one thing he was not allowed to do. Next year, they always told him, wait until you’re older. Even his big brother who he had always trusted above everyone else and always indulged him when he could denied him this request, and for a child who had never been denied anything in his life it hurt. He just wanted to make sense of the lines of ink too, to know what it was about them that his brother and cousins liked so much. That was why at long last he was going to take matters into his own hands.

Any other day he would have felt bad for stealing one of Kouen’s scrolls - Mother had made it quite clear to him that stealing was wrong, after all - but if it was for a good cause it couldn’t be all that bad. Today was the day he was going to learn how to write so he needed good references, and surely his brother’s pretty penmanship would be perfect for the job. Just as he had once seen Kouen do, he was going to copy exactly what he saw as many times as it took for it to look right and begin to make sense. It couldn’t be that hard.

As soon as the brush touched the scroll a rather large ink blot appeared, but bravely he pressed on until he had copied a whole word. His lines were crooked and choppy and began to slant toward the end; it was nothing at all like his brother’s. The second attempt was equally horrible, as were the third and fourth. By the fifth he had begun to figure out how much ink was the correct amount, and by the sixth it was clear that his handwriting was the problem rather than the ink. His sleeves were stained from having leaned over the ink pot and his hands were not in much better shape, though he did not notice this until after he had touched his face. By the time he’d been caught and scolded all he had to show for his efforts was the mess he had made and a scroll full of overly large, childish scrawl that almost resembled his brother’s name.

[brightredprince]

Can't sleep

Send “Can’t sleep” for a thought that might run through my muse’s head about yours at 3 in the morning.

"At least I went to bed this time, he can’t say that I’m not trying to sleep; it’s not my fault that I can’t. I am not working too hard, there’s no way my brother and king can accuse me of sacrificing my health now.”