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Hungry like the wolf~

● WHO: Eskel

wolfwithagoat + various
● WHAT: Eskel's catch-all log for the June event
● WHEN: June
● WHERE: His residence and various other parts of the island
● WARNINGS: Event-centric smut and violence against robots - will add anything particular as it comes up.

((Hit up my event planning thread and we can figure out a starter! For reference sake, Eskel's "house" is the remnants of a wee corner cafe with a covered patio. The latter has become a makeshift stable for Lil Bleater and Scorpion. Most of the patio fence is degraded; he's shored up its holes and weak points with large pieces of debris.))

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[Eskel's answer comes as he's inspecting the wound.] Yeah, but that's all it takes. Damn..!

[He looks to James, now that they're facing each other, and his breath hitches. They're facing each other - they're closer - they're touching. Eskel seems to register James' scent then, how earthy and warm it is. Despite that heightened toxin tolerance, the aphrodisiac is hitting him hard this time.]

[Eskel goes to help steady James as well, with a hand on his hip. His tone is husky as he speaks.] Only one way to get rid of the effects. [Take a wild guess what that is.]

((does James have his beard or no?))

Edited 2020-07-26 20:46 (UTC)

( The man knows better than he would, at any rate. Field aid tells him to place a tourniquet, to rinse with water, to do anything to dilute or slow the toxin— but it is likely too late. He felt the heat of the dispersal even if he had been distracted, and he knows it doses heavy and thin.

Entirely too fast. Brothers, his head is spinning. He can't feel the ache of his burned left arm when all his senses hone down to the hand at his hip, steadying one another as best they know how, and a glance down is enough to place them both in the same predicament.

Yep, that was an aphrodisiac. And he's certainly straining at the dark twill of his uniform trousers. Not all of him is metal, it seems. His close-cropped beard does little to hide the color dark in his cheeks or the way dark blue eyes dilate when they meet gold, hearing the arousal choking the other's voice from its earlier tone. )

...Right. Right, like everything else here. ( He wants to say "we can fight this", he wants to say "I'll make it back, don't worry about me"— he can't. And besides, this man was only in the crossfire because he stopped to help him. Any reason to be close to someone else right now sounds like a good reason. So he doesn't hesitate. That hand at his shoulder goes to cup a scarred cheek and he steps right in for a kiss, breath hot as he exhales against him with the mere breeze of relief. It wasn't enough, but it— it was something. )

( ooc: ...and as I wrote, yes he does! I know the icons make it confusing but my paid just ended HAHA. my assortment is now sweet & spicy. )

[Eskel returns the kiss. There's a flinch beneath James' hand, that cheek not being used to touch, but the witcher doesn't shy away. His body presses to James, his cock beginning to strain against his trousers as well. Even that bit of pressure feels good - more than it should. As Eskel presses his tongue into the kiss, his hips unconsciously ground against, seeking further contant. He sighed into the kiss.]

((Gotcha! pardon this being a little short - was busy the last few days but still want to get a little more done before you drop.))

( It's a flinch he understands well; people don't often reach for another's most vulnerable parts, the scars and the bruises and the cuts. And it's with a bandaged-up hand, gauze rough against stubble and fingers clumsy where they try to fit to his face, but it didn't matter.

It tipped him up just enough to crush his mouth to the other man's and somehow something as sense-steeped as a kiss seemed a better solution than anything more hands-off, for their current predicament, but Eskel gives right into it. Gods, they don't even know each other's names yet. By the time his tongue is nudging forward, it's likely too late anyway. By the time his hips are nudging forward and an equally-strained cock slots beside his, the rumble in his throat tickles their lips with the vibration and he's all too content to be pinned against the wall, other hand dropping to curve under Eskel's ass and drag him close. No question that he's welcome to continue as the electric pleasure of friction sates them both. )

( you're good! I'll try to keep mine brief too if it's easier to answer lmao. )

[Eskel is even more solid than he looks; once James is against the wall, he's staying there against the warm, strong bulk of the witcher's body. He cups the back of the other man's head, keeping the kiss going. The hand on his ass only encourages him to grind against James again.]

[The problem with that, however, is that there are still clothes in the way. Eskel slides his spare hand between them to pull his cock out of his trousers. His is an impressive, uncut manhood, particularly in girth. Once free, he starts working James out of his trousers in turn.]

[As much as he'd usually like to exchange names at least, the toxin combined with his heightened libido makes it impossible to care in the moment.]

((makes sense! this thread is probably more time-sensitive, after all. :D;; ))

( That he certainly is, though James has little in the way of insecurities when it came to intimacy with others. Trust? He has little of that to go around. But he has no illusions about perceived manhood or other such notions. He doesn't mind being pinned to a wall by a near-stranger with a form rivaling his own, though James comes close to even footing. He doesn't mind being kissed so fervently— he's grown used to the concept of being with other men in this place already.

Really, it's just nice to be wanted and to be able to please someone viscerally. He hadn't done so in a very long time before ending up here, and it had been the farthest thing from his mind in the last handful of years. He can appreciate the warmth of the other man and the strength in his hands, the taste on his tongue, the leather and sweat and steel softened by the mist. He doesn't get the chance to look down when Eskel's hand busies itself at the front of his trousers, still caught in a kiss, but the heated fingertips curling over the waist of his own slacks has him finally tipping enough to break it and glance down, dark eyes dilating further as his breath practically whistles through his teeth.

Yes, very impressive. And if he can figure out the hidden clasp-and-button and zipper of his uniform, he'll find James much the same. Which means it's either a blessing or a curse that neither has lubricant on hand or thoughts in their heads to push this any further than it already is. )

[It takes a moment to get James out of his pants, but he's clever, even compromised as he is. Once freed, he looks on with a smirk. It would seem they make a fine pair.]

[Eskel is undeterred by the lack of lube. "Up the ass" is not the be-all and end-all of engaging with other men. Most of his first experiences were like this, grasping and grinding at each other desperately, if a little awkwardly. He pulls his glove off with his teeth, dropping it aside, and grabs their cocks together. Kissing James again, the witcher begins jerking them off at a steady pace.]

( That they do; James fits many of the same marks as Eskel, though the splay of his pants reveals trimmed hair and some of the nasty claw-scars crossing his pelvis that had ripped him apart, with some scarring at the base of his cock on the right side. Just a nick in the overall trauma that runs up his torso, metal side fused to flesh and hip joint artificial. It doesn't make him the most comfortable person to lean against, unfortunately.

The shudder of his breath is thanks enough as he feels the other man pulling him free of the confines of his pants, shiver wracking up a metal spine even with leather between them— the touch of another is always sweeter, isn't it? He barely has the room to get his glove off and reach back down between them when James is dragging him in close again, but he's glad he hadn't been so overeager he'd denied him the chance to do so the moment rough-worn fingers curl about them both, cock quick to bead with pre.

It's still novel— being touched by others like this. He's sensitive to it. He nips at that scarred lip with another groan before turning into the kiss properly, swallowing the taste of him down and hips angling to try and be as comfortable as possible, kneading Eskel's ass in time to the pull of his hand, fingertips sinking down between his legs to press up behind his balls. Unfortunately "up the ass" is all anyone's been interested in with him so far, so this is new for him; a welcome change, but certainly new. )

[There's no judgement from the witcher when it comes to scars - hell, he's so used to scars that he doesn't pay attention to James' for now. The only thing he uses any coherency on is maintaining the pattern, the rhythm of his stroking.]

[The hand on his ass is helping with that. Indeed, another's touch is always sweeter.]

[Eskel's breath hitches when James nips at his lip, before he moves back into the kiss. The scruff of beard is something he hasn't felt in a while - it's good to feel it again, rough as it is. His rich voice groans into the kiss as he keeps rubbing their cocks. James is free to do the same, it's not like it would be shocking if anyone heard of caught them doing it, anyway.]

( He's often quiet out of necessity; rarely did he ever please himself but even then he was constantly in the mindset of being in the barracks once more with other soldiers all around, or communal showers— even if it hadn't been the case in years. He muffles each sound into their kiss and eventually his composure frays, hips rocking up into the circle of his fingers and along his cock in messy little twitches every time the other man's touch nears the head of their cocks.

He doesn't remove his glove when he reaches between them to palm over them both, because the alternative was cold metal and uncomfortable joints— this was for the better, for both of them, even if it means relinquishing the other's ass. This was a fair sacrifice. Only he breaks the kiss to pant against his cheek and the furrow of his brows is already embarrassed for how close he is, probably making it clear that it's been a while. The throb of his cock eager against another probably told him that minutes past, though, too.

Sorry, Eskel. He isn't going to last very long, as keyed up as the aphrodisiac has him. He'll be dedicated enough to help the other finish if he doesn't around the same time regardless, though. "No man left behind." )

[Oh, Eskel can feel James approaching fast, all right. Witcher senses are strong enough to hear heartbeats, and James' pulse has been quickening throughout his body. He smirks just so into the kiss. It doesn't matter to him if James comes a little soon. Most people do compared to witchers, with their mutant stamina. If anything, he'll take a little bit of pride in the fact that he undid someone like this. ~~Ignoring how hyped up they are on aphro in the first place.~~]

[He picks up the pace, encouraging James to do so with him. With one last kiss, Eskel shifts to kissing and nipping along the other man's neck, moving along the fleshier side of his body. Maybe having his mouth free will get some noise out of him. The witcher's own sounds rumble through his chest and lips, heady and deep. And when the time comes, Eskel strokes their heads through James' peak, catching as much of his seed as he can.]

( Honestly, his heart feels about ready to beat out of his chest at this rate, but that's the aphrodisiacs speaking. Partly, at least. It burns off his skin honey-sweet and the break of the kiss only gives him enough room to breathe in those airy little pants laced with a smooth voice, low and quiet even on the fringes of flying apart.

He just isn't very good at making much noise, it seems. Push him a little harder and edge him, perhaps that would be a different tune, but for now, for this— Eskel will likely hear the give of his knee when it weakens, the rasp to his breaths as he pants, head tipping to allow the drag of kisses down his throat and giving over the chance to please them both in favor of clinging to the other man's bicep. One last buck of the hips and a reedy moan, and the jerk of his cock spills into his palm, thick and heavy and thankfully not with the force to make a mess. (That would simply be mortifying, like grinding on a complete stranger isn't.)

The next buck of his hips trembles, but he's trying to offer that little stretch of time after to see Eskel off, too, even out of breath. )

Tell me— what I can do.

[There it is. Eskel doesn't break rhythm, using James' own seed to slick his touch for both their sakes. He holds to the other man's neck in a bite the whole way through. There's something feral about it, like claiming him, though it's not hard enough to mark at the moment. The scent of cum and pheromones races through his blood alongside the aphrodisiac. Eskel moans, even though he's not the one coming. It's almost a growl.]

[At James' request, the witcher leans back to look at him again. He can see James is determined to help finish him despite the afterglow.] Keep goin' lil longer...all I need...

[Even with his stamina, Eskel's not too far off. The pheromones in the air are wearing him down, and he almost forgot the difference that having a slick touch can make thanks to James' cum. He kisses James again, still stroking, still rubbing, not bothering to hide the way his groans get louder as he approaches. It takes him another minute, but soon enough Eskel pulls away from the kiss just in time to lock eyes with James before climaxing. His hand catches his mess as well, albeit trembling now. Hard breathing and moans rumble through his broad chest.]

[The good news is, their clothes are spared thanks to superhuman reflexes. They've still, however, made a bit of a mess of themselves. Oops. He smirks wryly at his partner, finding words despite the haze in his mind.]

Mm...by the way, name's Eskel.

( It was the sink of teeth that catches him by surprise, but he doesn't dislike it— not at all, in fact. He doesn't realize it until he's coming down from that sudden white-hot spiral that it had been a fair push over the ledge, and if it means he's claimed, right now, he wouldn't mind it at all. James has known nothing but male partners in this place; he wouldn't mind another when he has such clever hands and no holds barred in taking what he wants from him. He likes it better that way. The guidance. The clear wants.

He's ever the people-pleaser when he can afford it and if Eskel made it clear he wanted something of James, he'd be more than happy to provide it, dosed with aphrodisiac toxins or no. He quickly careens toward hypersensitivity in the afterglow, through every pull of the rough hand smearing his seed along them both, to every brief pass of his thumb over the head of his own cock brushing past James', leaving him twitching with little near-pained groans, turning to rest his head against the other man's at his shoulder.

If his hind-brain acknowledges the scent of sex and seed in the air, it's nothing compared to the growl from the witcher, the piercing gold eyes settling on his own just long enough to answer before another crushing kiss encourages shared breaths and the twine of their tongues. He drinks him down greedily, every touch of friction between kiss-softened lips and every rasping pull of calloused fingers no matter how his cum smooths the way, electric and pulling at that pleasure still unwinding about his spine. Every thrum of a groan vibrates between their teeth and leaves James kissing him harder to ward off the ticklish sensation, smile ticking up at the corners as he scruffs that hand up in his hair to hold him closer, muffling the sound of the other man's voice with their closeness.

By the last few pulls, James is hissing in pained little sounds with every drag of that hand along him, achingly sensitive, but he never pulls away— the pain is sweet and intoxicating on its own, hips twitching in the desire to pull away as much as he wants to fuck up against him and return the favor. Those eyes of his are beautiful in their own way. He's never seen such a bright gold before even amongst the Faunus. The climax is even better to watch, though; every groan, every shift of the body against his, every delicate brush of touch as he eases off with the mix of their cum pooled in his palm adds depth and color, bleeding back out into the surroundings that had gone grey with their hyperfocus on one another. Still dazed, he barely catches his name. His head bumps forward to rest against the other man's, breathing out a quiet laugh as he goes to cover his hand between them, easing him away from their cocks so they can at least try to soften. )

James. A real pleasure, Eskel. Thank you for— for making this easy. And for helping me in the first place. ( It takes him a moment to breathe and finally, completely, wind down, but he lowers to kneel and fish around in his pack for some clean cloth to be torn up for bandaging and a water bottle— so they can wash up, a bit. He'll offer him the water after wetting one of the cloths, then offers him the other. So he can rinse his hand and wipe himself off the way James sets to with another hiss. ) Is there anything I can...? Anything you need?

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cmon brain just one more tag!!

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