PSL Musebox - OTA (wip)

[sandinmyhair]

A place where I dump all my off-game RP ideas! Warnings for... well, just about everything.


ENCANTO-BASED
A Place To Write Stuff In The Canon Setting
Got an Encanto character? Got someone else you can AU into the setting? Try some:

A1. Fluff!
Bruno's back and it's everyone's chance to love on him, now! He needs fed and washed and all manner of happy things, after all. Just be warned, he will wibble and tear up. A lot. He has a lot of catching up to do and a lot of hugging to do....

A2. Angst!
Bruno's back and he's not re-integrating very well. Ten years in the walls has not been kind to him, after all. Maybe he has it out with the others, or he tries to hide again, or starts some unhealthy coping or other. Maybe his Gift finally destroyed his health.

A3. H/C!
Bruno's back and other people are not happy about this fact. There may be, for example, an increasing belief that he's demonic and clearly in need of an exorcism.

MULTIVERSAL MISCELLANY
A Place To Write Stuff In Any Other Kind Of Place, Including Settings Of Current Games

B1. Gives New Meaning To 'Lab Rat'
Someone somewhere decided a person who could do what he does is very much worth studying. Maybe they wanted him to only see the future for them. Maybe they saw him as a way to manipulate time or travel through it or simply tap the immense energy that courses through him.

B2. Wibbly Wobbly.
Maybe the Time Lords sent you to investigate. Maybe you discovered it on your own. Whatever the reason, here you are in 1950s Colombia. Something has been poking at time. And there may or may not be an unregistered TARDIS in the area....

NSFW
Because I Can't Not Have The Occasional Smut Thread

C1. Buried Desire
Somehow you can tell that an incredibly powerful sex drive lurks under that shy, awkward exterior that's just begging to be seduced out. Granted, it won't take much to do this.

C2. Married Bliss
Welcome to the Family Madrigal! Somehow Doña Alma managed to finally marry off her son. But it's not her you have to worry about, it's his sisters and his brothers-in-law and all their wink-wink-nudge-nudge.

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[sandinmyhair]

Mmmh, still overdressed, [Bruno purrs lazily. The soft light wicking from his skin flows gently over it in ever-widening patches, as though whatever caused it is slowly fading. He gently runs his tongue along a gill-slit, just to see what happens, as nimble fingers get to unfastening the other man's trousers.

There are few times when Bruno feels at all confident, and it could be argued that what he's feeling right now isn't exactly that as much as it's an absence of his usual hesitance and sheepishness. There's a kind of boldness to how he moves, now, easy and gentle but clearly knowing exactly what he wants to do. Trousers and anything else Otto might be wearing are eased down and out of the way and Bruno's hand tenderly palms the throbbing flesh.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto's gills are only really actively used when he's underwater, so whenever he's breathing typical oxygen, they're in a state of relaxation. That is, up until the gill-slit is caressed by tongue. It ends up contracting, almost like a mouth clamping shut. It's a little uncomfortable when there's no flow of water involved, but in an odd way, that discomfort just adds to all the various sensations happening throughout his body, blending into the whole to increase it.

Now that there's a hand on his groin, it's truly starting to ache. In a good way, of course. He presses himself up against Bruno's palm the best he can, even as his arms strengthen their hold around his upper body. The desire for more turns his breath a bit ragged again.]

Haaah... Don't be too gentle, now.

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno has just enough coherency to see that it'd be better if he kept his lips to the skin near the gills, so he does, pressing slow, hot kisses to it. He hums throatily between each one, purring little breaths against the wet skin.

The soft admonition to not be too gentle sends a shiver through him. It has him kneading the cock in his hand firmly, now, pressing the odd heat and coolness of his skin against the hard flesh. He finds, however, that he doubts his hand is capable of giving what he wants to give, and he wants to give so very much. He lets go, opting to curve his back and drag his hands along Otto's chest as he moves downward, hoping he gets the hint as to what he wants to put around that desperate flesh, instead.]

[sciencesquid]

[The sensation of what Bruno's doing with his hand is so very strange. It's hot and cold and smooth and soft, which makes it alluring in its own way. It'd be great for foreplay. They've already gone past that stage, though. It's not quite enough now. Pushing into Bruno's hand doesn't make it that much better, either.

When the other man begins to move downward, Otto allows it, his own arms releasing their hold so that his hands can settle atop Bruno's shoulders instead. His heart is racing- he needs this so badly. He hadn't expected that he would, but apparently he's missed this far more than he allowed himself to think.]

[sandinmyhair]

[The funny thing is, Bruno's not an expert, he's just observant and empathetic, which is why he leaves a trail of hot, languid kisses down cool skin until he reaches what he's after, because it had been exquisite for him when he'd experienced it. Wordlessly, he eases himself between the other man's legs, pausing to place his hands on Otto's hips before slowly taking his tip into his mouth. He tastes the salty flesh with a soft tongue before easing it further in, head sinking slowly.

If he looked salacious before, he looks downright debauched, now, on his knees, eyes closed, head bobbing slowly, suffused with bliss. His hair moves with even this languid motion, waving as though he were underwater. Low hums vibrate his lips. The soft lights in his hair and skin shift lazily. And all the while, he works wet heat against the shaft in his mouth, tongue wrapped against it.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto's far from an expert as well. He's on more familiar terrain now, but was never really the sort to 'spice up' his sex life with Rosie or even experiment too much. Going through the routine they knew had always been enough for them. It's left Otto a little passive and easily satisfied. This is going to be over very fast.

He's barely even looking at Bruno, his head tilted backwards and his eyes shut. Even so, he's very aware of the situation. The sensations, the smells, the sounds... His fingers go from Bruno's shoulders to his neck, then up into his hair, attempting to tangle into those locks despite how not-quite-solid they are. His knees end up bending themselves, heels of his feet pressing down against the ground.]

Oh my god... That feels amazing...

[sandinmyhair]

[His hair can still be grasped, even if it feels gossamer-light, cool and soft in clutching fingers. It draws a louder sound from Bruno, humming against the flesh in his mouth, makes his tongue and cheeks pull inward harder.

He pants for breath through his nose, his purring hums growing ragged even as the wet sounds grow louder. His hands press against the other man's hips.

Bruno shows no sign of stopping or pulling away, though.]

[sciencesquid]

[Bruno had better not pull away. Otto's not sure he'd be able to take something like that. He wants more and more. He wants the heat and the slick wetness, and the sucking pressure. And the vibrations from Bruno's humming- he definitely wants more of that.

His fingers keep weaving through Bruno's hair, alternating between stroking and pulling because he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Meanwhile, his hips roll lightly with Bruno's movements. He's trying not to, because he doesn't want to thrust straight down Bruno's throat, but the minimal motions happen almost out of instinct. His breathing comes in deep, ragged huffs.

He's close already.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Oh, those reactions send soft waves of heat down Bruno's spine, hinting at renewed arousal. Someday he'll finally exhaust this overabundance of sexual energy but today is clearly not that day. But rather than reach down to stroke himself he keeps his hands on Otto's hips, tongue working at the underside of his shaft as he moves.

Faster. Harder. As though he can feel how close Otto is, as though the other man's sensations have seeped into Bruno, himself. Perhaps they have. Perhaps that's what this gentle, warm pulsing that thrums in every cell of him is....]

[sciencesquid]

[If indeed it's Otto's overwhelming sensations seeping into Bruno, he'll be able to tell just how far along the man is. He teeters along the edge for a brief moment, swaying back and forth in a proverbial manner, before finally toppling over it with a loud groan. There's nothing particularly beautiful or flattering about his orgasm- it just is. His body tenses, his fingers dig further into Bruno's hair and even his toes lock themselves into a stretch.

Congrats, Bruno! You did it!]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno would contend that any orgasm is beautiful because it's one of the purest states of bliss a person can reach.

He would, but aside from the fact that Otto hasn't said anything to that effect, Bruno's mouth is now even more full, the other man's release pumping into it which, perhaps unsurprisingly, he swallows. He's not so experienced as to be able to do so neatly, though, and when he finally slowly pulls away he looks for something to dry his face with.

A kind of woozy bliss washes over him, and he sways a little before crawling up and snuggling himself against the larger man. Bruno's hot between the legs again. It could easily go either way, though, arousal or sleep. For now, though, he just gets comfortable in Otto's arms.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto wouldn't mind going for another round if it came to that, but he needs some time to catch his breath first. With exhaustion washing through him, causing his muscles to ache, it's awful tempting to just have that recovery moment extend into actual hours. His legs stretch themselves out again and when Bruno lies down on top of him, he has no qualms with pulling him into a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of Bruno's head again, heel of his palm pressing against the nape of his neck.]

... I really needed that, I think.