#townofrisquedence

[burnittdown]

@townofrisquedence from here

Artair smiled, on seeing Reverb standing at the edge of the water. He waded closer, offering his hand for a green claw to hold, and more carefully descend the steps into the misty waters. "It'll feel nice once you're in. I think it's hot enough for once." His grin was wide, before dragging him closer to the center of the pool. They were indoors, the walls and floors hewn from stone, that'd been cut and carved to make what almost looked like a sacred and long-forgotten temple sculpted from basalt and marble. The place took his breath away, besotted as he was with the chiseled architecture and this air of ancient grandeur that made him feel so small. It filled him with a sense of anemoia, despite knowing that these hallowed halls had been erected within only the last few years. But the springs themselves were all natural, preserved as they had been when discovered, with even patches of grass growing around the outer rim before the floor turned to rock. They were beautiful too in a natural way, and a sense of comfort found it's way under his skin with the warmth. "And here you don't have to worry about anyone seeing anything. We're miles from the nearest town. Stretch out! There's plenty of room, and I bet it'll feel nice."

Reverb offers something that sounds strangely like a scoff of a chuckle, but he's smiling too-- at least a little bit. "Hopefully. You know I can't stand cold water, Kingston." A clawed hand takes Artair's with a gentleness rarely displayed. It was... easier, sometimes, when it was just them. When he knew no one else was around.

He lets Artair pull him to the middle of the heated pool, his smile melting at the feeling of the hot water on his skin. He even sinks down a bit more, to his chin, and allows his wings to stretch out behind him. He's still holding onto Artair's hand as he looks around. "Mm. This is a nice place. And I guess you were right, it is hot enough for once." He laughs. It feels easy and light. "I'm surprised you can handle it this hot though, given how fucking cold you keep the house. And the apartment." His nose scrunches up playfully as he teases.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

con. // @townofrisquedence

Butch stifles his amusement at the surprised look on Artair’s face, but he certainly relishes the fact that he’s the one who’s painted that expression onto him.

Surprisingly, he actually feels that spark but assumes it’s his own excitement though it’s certainly more electrifying than he’s used to. Despite that, he finds it incredibly pleasant.

“Oh yeah! First lesson—don’ ever let yer guard down. Sorry t’ say, but’cha kinda failed that one…” He says coyly, a teasing smile playing at his lips. “that’s okay though! There’re plenty’f other lessons t’learn an’ yer a smart fella. How ‘bout I start simple…? With some knots, huh?” He suggests instead.

A hand moves to pull in the knot of his lasso that binds Artair, loosening it some so he can move his arms. “Would y’be a doll an’ hold out yer hands fer me~?” He practically croons, batting his lashes at his counterpart adoringly but expectantly.

“Don’ worry, I won’t be too rough… not ‘less y’want me t’be, heheheh.”

[entropynchaos]

Truth + "What can you tell me about separating you and Mason permanently while keeping Mason alive?"

Dare + "I dare you not to to kidnap and eat anyone who is or has been to game night. Please?"

"So much for keeping it light! I like this new twist! Though, I don't really think it's fair for a dare to last forever. How long does that last for?"

[entropynchaos]

@townofrisquedence from here

Artair squeaks, feeling Lock's hands on what little chest he has, delving under his tank top. His fingers are careful, precise in each touch, but Artair's heart pounds between the closeness, the location, and just how easy those tips could plunge in and hurt him. "Wh-- what are you doing?!" He squirms, for multiple reasons. Lock is behind him and it makes it hard to get distance or stop him with his arms pinned. He squeals when a nipple pinches, though he can't tell if it's on accident or on purpose. "H-hey quit! That's-- I didn't agree you could just-- grab me like this! You should at least ask!"

"You make such very fun noises, Artair!" The grin is audible in his voice. Lock leans down then, not relenting his hold on the other, so that their heads can be right next to each other.

"It's funny how much you protest when you clearly like it." He teases, this time pinching both nipples, definitely on purpose.

[entropynchaos]

@townofrisquedence from here

Artair yelped, if only because the loud noise might stifle the other more--- unnecessary sound that dragged out along with it in the softest undercurrent. His face lit up, red, and he rubbed at the sore area, wheeling around to face his attacker. "Wh-- that stings, Lock! What was that even for?"

The static feels... louder, more intense than it usually does. It permeates the air and makes it feel buzzy, and even the static Artair picks up from Lock in place of emotions is stronger, too.

When Artair spins Lock is grinning wide, but the narrowing of his eyes almost makes it feel malicious. His head tilts, and his neck strains and breaks and shifts until his head has tilted so far that it is upside down. "Oh? Are you going to pretend you didn't like it? You made quite the noise."

[entropynchaos]

"What a disappointing answer.~"

[entropynchaos]

@townofrisquedence from here

Artair patted himself dry with his towel, rubbing the terrycloth over his skin until it pinked. His hair was up, tied in a messy bun of wound strands, to keep it up above his neck. He dried his shoulders, then his torso and sides and legs. Tossing the towel on the bed in his room, Artair opened his closet to see what he'd wear today. The telltale creak of a door was what clued him in on having an uninvited guest. He whirled around just in time to see the colorful spinning portal of Lock's door, and then the sinewy figure of the man himself beginning to exit. "LOCK! What are you doing can't you knock!?" He squeaked, before diving his naked ass behind the bed-frame, hand coming up over the edge to feel for his towel. Fuck, where did he toss that thing??

Lock comes through the door, unblinking eyes already trained directly onto Artair as he steps through, all grins. "I am coming to visit, Artair." He giggles. "And I suppose I could, but it's my door-- why should I?"

His head turns to watch as the other dives out of sight behind the bed. Lock approaches the other side, but he's so tall he barely has to lean over it at all to be able to see the other cowering on the floor. He does it anyway, leaning down closer as one long, sharp hand finds said towel and lifts it into the air, out of the other's reach. "You're awfully shy, aren't you?" His grin widens as he laughs at the thought. "Would you like to know how many perfect spirals your body hair is making right now?"