From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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04-07-2021, 05:23 PM (This post was last modified: 04-07-2021, 05:24 PM by Finn.)
Finn?
"You will find me nothing but reasonable, and I am absolutely not anticipating trouble." Finn's smile is warm and boyish, as though he has nary a care in the world. And the persona whose face he is wearing really doesn't - he's collecting favours for the sake of collecting favours. And one from the Governor is absolutely worth having. Whether that leads him to interesting places in the future is another matter entirely - one that doesn't need to be thought about right now.
No, it's enough for Sunjata to agree, and then the other man is breezing past him with a bottle in hand to head up the rest of the stairs. "Familiar with the place?" he purrs after him, taking his time in following him up before turning down the hallways towards his room. Only when he pauses outside his door does he turn back to the other man, reaching out to tug the Flood forward by the waist of his pants. "Tell me what you like," he invites. "I'm sure I can accommodate."
“Good.” Sunjata retorts easily, flashing a small smirk Finn’s way. It fades a fraction into content as the other man breezes past him up the stairs and Sunjata follows somewhat like a lost pup, the question of if he’s familiar with it sparking a quiet hum of a laugh. “No, not particularly.” It was how he’d ended up spotting Finn anyway, after all, he’d simply been trying to find his way out when he’d ended up in that room.
He supposes it doesn’t matter much as the door is met and he’s tugged forward by the waist of his pants and the Flood moves willingly to Finn’s movement. He presses in against him, trying to wrap his brain around what he wanted – specifically given the fact he’d already been distracted enough by Maeve and quite wonderfully, at that, before he ends up running his tongue along his teeth in consideration.
“To be honest, I’m just looking to forget and distract. I like a lot of things. I'm not particularly against anything.” He doesn’t offer up the reasons why, but he offers his honesty regardless. And seeing as he’s already spent time with Maeve, he’s pretty keen on giving Finn the reins, at least to start, to see what the man can come up with. Besides, Finn is the expert here.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Luckily for Sunjata, he doesn't have to go any further, and Finn finds himself trapped pinned against the door, gazing up into quicksilver eyes. Honestly, being given the reins is by far the best and worst request from a client. It's what makes him feel the most as though he is involved in what is happening, and every part of him rails against it. Unfortunately, as has been the case for years of his life, he doesn't give himself a choice.
And so an easy smile spreads across his lips, and he reaches back to open the door so that he might tug the Flood inside. It's as light and airy as the rest of the Halenani, but the shutters are locked tight against the rain. It doesn't stop the lanterns from flickering from the howling wind outside, casting an ethereal glow about the place.
"Let's forget and distract, then," Finn murmurs, and he doesn't just mean for Sunjata. Drawing the other man closer still, he leans up to pull him into a kiss, already walking them back towards the bed.
He’s tugged closer until he’s essentially pinned Finn against the door – already a bit too drunk to realize that Finn hasn’t quite unlocked the door. But that’s rectified quickly, Sunjata slipping in with Finn’s help, the tugs to him, casting a quick calculating gaze around the room with the lanterns, trying to determine how different yet similar it is to the Madame’s flat. But he doesn’t get too long to look, not as Finn’s words reach him, as he’s drawn closer.
His arms move to wrap around Finn, pulled down easily into the kiss, their lips colliding with one another’s as Sunjata tries to remain acutely aware of exactly what his plan originally was. To forget, right? To loosen up? Well, the alcohol is already doing a good job of that – a flush to Sunjata’s skin beneath the shirt he wears. He walks Finn back to the bed, fingers tugging at the clothes that bind Finn as he deepens the kiss, only to break away with a playful smirk. “How about the scars, hm?” He asks with amusement, pausing in his movements once the back of Finn’s legs have met the bed, to move to slip his shirt off.
And there in the center sits the constellation tattoo, above his chest cavity, his arms swathed in starry tattoos that shimmer and move across his skin so slowly it's almost easy to miss. And from underneath the constellation, pink lightning scars branch toward his heart, flowing along his right shoulder, down his right arm, to the hand.
Unluckily for Finn, however, the myriad of scars that cover his neck and collarbone are distinctly silvery, fanglike, and there are so many of them.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Sunjata will probably find that the space is quite similar to the Madame's tastes in her personal apartments - because these rooms used to belong to her too, and Finn has done nothing to make the space his own beyond the very basics. Not that he wants the Flood to be looking at the decor too much; that's a sure sign of a bad experience, if that's his main focus.
To forget and to loosen up, and that goes for the both of them. Finn is already wishing the whiskey bottle was back in his hand as Sunjata's fingers tug at his clothing. It all comes away very easily, of course, the loose fabric of his shirt sliding over his head in one smooth movement, his pants unlacing with nary a tug against them. The backs of his legs hit the bed and he sits, of course, peering up to watch as the other man strips to the waist.
The first thing he notices is the tattoo, Safrin's stars marking his skin in clear ownership. But around his neck and his collarbones, there's a different type of ownership, one that has Finn all but sick to his stomach. It takes everything he has not to shove Sunjata away, and more still to reach out and guide the other man closer, to pull him down onto the bed as well so he can roll over, blanketing the Flood's body with his own.
"So many stories written here," he murmurs, his lips brushing against marks of lightning, the ink of constellations. "They must be very heavy to carry with you. Would you like to forget about them, for a while?"
Finn’s legs hit the bed and he sinks while Sunjata discards his own shirt into a heap along with Finn’s. The other man reaches up, pulling him down and Sunjata goes willingly, quietly relishing once more in the softness of the bed, rolling onto his back the moment that Finn’s lips begin to trail along lightning scars and ink. Sunjata's hands rise to Finn’s own skin, calloused hands dancing along his sides, keeping him close as one hand rises into Finn’s hair.
“I would love nothing more.” He rumbles, pulling all of his shifts back into himself so that he might regard Finn a bit more casually, curiously, the beginning of a smolder growing in his gaze. “What did you have in mind?” He asks, shifting a bit beneath Finn as one hand leaves the man to tuck behind his own head, jostling Finn a fraction as he readjusts his legs.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Sunjata's question earns a smile from Finn, and he glances up at the other man with his lips still pressed to his chest and fingers in his hair. What does he have in mind? Only the best for the Governor, of course. Only the best for Finn, too, to get through this. And so, sitting up astride the Flood, he leans across to the bedside table, sliding open a drawer. From it, he withdraws what looks like two red teardrops, glittering softly in the light.
"Have you ever tried Snapdragon, Governor?" he asks, slipping one of the teardrops beneath his tongue and offering the other out to Sunjata, pressing it gentle to his lips. "If you're looking to forget about your scars and their stories, this will definitely help." It's an upper and then some, as the Flood is about to find out should he partake. As it begins to dissolve beneath Finn's tongue, already his body seems to relax, his smiles coming a little easier, a little more carefree.
Curious eyes watch as Finn rises to reach for something in the drawer. And when the items are brought out, his gaze flickers between both the red teardrops and Finn’s face as he pushes himself up on an elbow. It has been awhile since he’d done anything like this, a part of him worries that it may be like what he’d used to accidentally drug himself, but that wouldn’t be the case here… Right?
First off at least he knows it’s there, that’s a good start.
“I haven’t.” He murmurs, just before Finn is pressing it to his lips. And if it truly could get him to forget, then why not at least try? He takes it, mimicking Finn in how he fits it under his tongue, and as it starts to dissolve, the warmth of his body increases a fraction as it relaxes, mixing with the alcohol, and he finds himself surging up, aiming to capture Finn’s lips in a kiss.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
"Then get ready - you and I are about to go for a ride." Finn murmurs, settling astride Sunjata once more to let the Snapdragon warm his blood and melt into his bones. And as the other man surges up Finn is already there to meet him, hips rocking against him, tongue pressing in. He moulds himself against the Flood, one hand ruffling through his short crop of hair, the other roaming down towards the constellation tattoo.
After what seems like an eternity where he feels no need to gasp for air, despite the fact that he very likely needs to breathe, Finn pushes Sunjata back against the bed. "Just lay back. I'll do the rest." That's what the other man has requested after all, isn't it? And unless he changes his mind, Finn will start to trail his kisses lower, deft fingers working at belt buckles and buttons to free Sunjata of the rest of his clothes.
Sunjata prepares as much as he can, unsure of what awaits him with Finn’s comment, but as the snapdragon spreads through his system he’s more than content to find out. It flares along his veins, it burns him from the inside in a way that makes him feel so light, that he hasn’t quite realized his chest heaving the way it does when the kiss breaks and Finn pushes him back and down against the bed. That is exactly the type of distraction he seeks, settling down as he catches his breath, hands trailing along Finn’s sides to his neck and to his dark hair, as he settles to let Finn take control.
The kisses trail along his tattoos and his chest, down and down until Finn’s pulling and undoing belts and buckles and Sunjata shifts his hips just enough to help Finn pull them down and off, exposing the rest of his skin, the marks left behind, the scars from sharks and gunshot wounds. Sunjata sucks in a sharp breath of relief at the freedom of it, fingers tensing a fraction in Finn’s hair.
And he waits, because Finn had said he would do the rest, and if that isn’t a spark of content and excitement that races through his veins, he doesn’t know what is.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
In the wake of the heat comes boldness, comes ecstasy, comes energy that's as boundless and reckless as anything either man has ever felt. Well, for Sunjata anyway - Finn is well acquainted with Snapdragon, and he lets it guide his actions and blot out reason and temperance. Before long he finds himself comfortably between the governor's thighs, stripping him of his pants and leaving kisses wherever his fingers pass by.
Of course, he could easily wrap his lips around the Flood, he could pleasure him until there's little left of them but the sensation of Finn's tongue and Sunjata's cock, but they're here for so much more than that and they both know it. So it's with more teasing kisses that he sheds himself of the rest of his own clothes, that he uses lips and teeth to trace a path back up to Sunjata's mouth as he blankets himself across the taller man a second time.
His kisses are passionate and intense, his hands sneaking between them to grasp at the length of the other man, indulging him with slow strokes that are completely at odds with the pace he's setting elsewhere.
It’s energetic and euphoric, and Sunjata’s unsure if he’s felt anything close to it — save for an Ascended bite in some aspects — that he practically melts beneath Finn as the pants are discarded and Finn’s own clothes find the heap on the floor. His hands grow a bit touchier, a bit needier, and luckily for him Finn is draping back over him, crashing his lips into his with a fiery passion that Sunjata has nothing left on his mind but to not completely go with.
The kiss is something he sinks into, hands slipping along Finn’s sides, gripping at a hip when the other man finds his length, stroking along it with a frustratingly slow pace, one that has a growl slipping from his throat. “Fok.” He manages, slipping into his native tongue despite the words being so similar regardless.
His hips jerk against Finn’s hand, the one at the man’s hip presses in before it trails up and he has to break the kiss to pant and catch his breath, pulling away with the barest hint of a whine. He can’t help the horns that spiral from his head, the way he’s completely light and simultaneously on fire, aching and ridiculously needy.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
If only Finn were able to enjoy this as much as the man beneath him - but at least he is enjoying it, and with the drugs in his system starting to spark and set off fireworks behind his eyes, it really doesn't matter, does it? Drawing back enough for the other man to get a sip of breath, he flicks his gaze up to the horns curling up from his forehead, but doesn't think to mention it. Yes, perhaps there's a smirk curling across his lips - it seems like it ought to be a good sign, after all - and he sits back to readjust.
Because after all, Finn isn't really here to tease (mostly); he's here to please, and Sunjata will not be disappointed. It's difficult to relax with the snapdragon making him want to laugh or scream, but this isn't his first ride, and he locks his gaze on the other man, blue on grey, and guides the Flood inside him. Letting out a shuddering breath, his eyes roll back, hips rocking forward at a pace best described as agonising.
It drives him wild as the snapdragon courses through his system, sparking behind his eyes with a heavy shudder and a growl that Sunjata finds he absolutely doesn’t care to let out. He’s typically quite reserved when it comes to this, but he loosens up, he lets go, and despite the tinge of soreness from earlier, Sunjata can’t help but to lean back a bit more when Finn decides enough’s enough. His pupils widen a bit with the drugs, the flush to his skin evident as fireworks bloom within his bones and his blood, and he couldn’t be more content with the sensation as Finn continues to take the reins.
He meets Finn’s blue gaze with a shuddering steel of his own, sucking down a sharp breath, back arching a fraction as Finn sinks down onto him, fully relishing in it and Sunjata releases a hint of a growl and a groan at the feel of it. His hands rise, running along Finn’s legs to his hips, stuttering as his hips rock against the agonizing pace Finn’s picked, trying to speed it up. A moan leaves him, trying to press into Finn more and more, chasing the high of the drugs and the tension it brings within him, so much faster than before.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
