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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[sciencesquid]

[It's true that Otto had expected a more slender, bony physique, but nothing quite like this. Bruno looks frail, almost, and it has him wondering whether he should be more careful. It also has him wondering whether this is a Shade thing, or whether Bruno was already like this before the monster transformation. He can't ask- he wouldn't know how. It's just an idle query, nothing more.

None of that will stop Otto from running his fingers along Bruno's waist until the palm of his hand finds the small of the man's back. He pulls Bruno up against him even more, to get as much physical contact as possible out of this.]

It is, isn't it?

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno chuckles, just a soft, warm throb of sound.] You're confident. I like that. But you're confident and overdressed. [Long fingers toy with Otto's waistband before pulling his shirt upward, just enough to slip those fingers under it, echoing the other man's touch.

Pulled this close, the lust coursing through Bruno becomes obvious by the swelling heat between his legs. He almost seems to read hesitation in the way Otto touches him and stands on his tiptoes for a moment to kiss him again.]

I won't break, [he murmurs, as though knowing what his voice does to people when it's all husky like that, its usual slight rasp made warm and desirous.] 'M not as fragile as I look. Do what you wanna do--I need it....

[sciencesquid]

[Otto's abdomen is pretty soft- soft and doughy. Despite his size, he's got no actual muscle to him. That's not the sort of thing he's self-conscious about, though. Muscle is overrated, just a bit of pointless hot air compared to the mind. Normally, he'd be warm to the touch, but the merperson physique has thrown a wrench in that. Now it's almost like a clamminess without truly being moist.

Feeling those fingers and hearing that husky voice... It's really awakening something in him that's been so distant up until now, it's almost like it's a foreign entity. He's growing restless, and going by Bruno's words, that feeling is mutual. His other hand moves down to Bruno's waist and with that firm hold, he begins to move them towards the nearest suitable pile of pillows and blankets. Anywhere will do, in his opinion. Once he's got Bruno lying down, he can get started on removing his own shirt.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno likes it, anyway, if his hands all over the skin he's found is any indication. His palms are gentle but not light, sliding over every inch he can get to.

When he's moved he goes willingly, pausing only to turn off some of the lights that festoon the structure.]

Too much light hurts my eyes, [is all he says before he sinks down onto the cushions, gazing up at the other man, watching him with lidded eyes. Lying there, he feels a little wanton, a little salacious, but he revels in it. Too much time spent alone. Too much time spent fearing losing his body entirely.

He slides his hands lightly down his own middle and a breathy sound leaves him as he makes short work of unfastening his trousers.]

[sciencesquid]

[If he were honest about it, Otto would admit that the lights being turned down is something of a blessing. He's never done this with anyone but his late wife before and if he were to think too hard about something like that, he might just panic a bit. The reality of the situation could pack a very hard punch. The less he sees, the easier it is to just go with the flow and not overthink it.

His shirt takes a moment to remove, considering he did bother unfastening all the buttons. His shoes are kicked off in a more careless manner, though, abandoned in the middle of the room. He's not wearing socks, as it turns out, because he hasn't found any yet that mesh well with mer feet. The pants- well, he can work on that later. First, he wants to descend on Bruno, straddle him, rub his bare chest, go in for another hungry kiss...]

[sandinmyhair]

[Oh, god, yes.... This serves to melt Bruno further, the breathy sounds in his throat growing hungrier. His hands come up to slip into Otto's hair, short claws gentle against his scalp. He arches under the hands on his skin and a moan hums into the join of their lips. It seems he really likes to be rubbed and caressed there. Almost desperately he drags soft hands along Otto's shoulders, then around to his back, keen to return even a little of the bliss growing in him, layered on with every touch and kiss. They roam blindly over the other man's sides and middle and chest, searching for what would melt him the way Bruno himself was melting.]

[sciencesquid]

[The encouraging sounds are all Otto needs to keep his focus on that particular area, splayed hands rubbing and stroking. The webbing between his fingers probably serves to make the sensation even grander. On occasion, his hands will curl and sharp fingernails will run along Bruno's skin, just to add a pleasant little sting.

As for Otto himself, while the kiss does grow a bit more intense when his hair is tousled, the real reaction doesn't happen until Bruno's fingers are near his spine. That's when he gasps into the other man's mouth, his muscles tensing up from the overwhelming sensation. The scars left by the nanowiring are no more than tiny dots, but they run all along the length of his back and that whole area has become sensitive as a result.]

Haah... Oh god... [It's a deep whisper, muffled against Bruno's cheek.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno smiles warmly and a little blurrily at this, his fingers skating tenderly over those spots again. Gently, gently, in slow, experimental strokes. He hums throatily at Otto's reaction as much as at his touch, and turns his head to gently catch the other man's earlobe between his lips, his hot tongue following right after them.

His eyes fall shut and the odd, smokelike light in his hair dims and brightens with his slow, heavy breathing.]

Mmmmhhh... I like these sounds, [he murmurs slowly.]

[sciencesquid]

[Compared to what's happening to Otto's back, the earlobe thing feels almost trivial, somehow. He's aware of it, but unable to truly enjoy it, as his attention keeps getting drawn away. He wheezes against Bruno's neck, his hands trailing up and down the man's sides with rhythmic strokes of his own.]

Heh... I aim to please. [God, what kind of statement was that, even? He must be delirious. That's when Bruno's fingers hit a very particular spot along Otto's spine and almost in a reflex, he ends up rolling his hips, trying to apply more pressure against his aching groin.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno doesn't mind. He's said goofier things during sex. Besides, a playful air is part of what makes it so good.

When Otto's hips grind against his he muffles a louder moan against the other man's neck, his hands clenching and digging his claws into his shoulders, pulling him even closer. His own hips squirm, pushing hard, throbbing heat upward against him.]

I... oh, god, I need you.... [he rasps, pressing fervent kisses to Otto's neck and collarbone.]

[sciencesquid]

[Oh- Oh, there's that pressure he was hoping for. It's both satisfying and maddening, because he wants more of it and he wants it now. Bruno's words certainly imply one very particular path to get there, but that's exactly where things get a little tricky, filling Otto with apprehension. His hands slow their movements and while his lower body is still pressing down, he raises his head up just a bit. Not enough to really make eye contact, but more something for easier speech.]

Ahh, you should know I've never... Not with another man, I mean. [He knows there's easier routes to take; hands and mouths can serve those sorts of purposes as well. But if Bruno wants that... God, he has only a very vague idea and no actual experience. If there's no lubrication they're shit out of luck anyway, but he rather expects Bruno has something stashed away in his room.]

[sandinmyhair]

[He can't say he's ever been anyone's first male partner. And yet a kind of calm makes its way through the haze of desire. He's still hard, still lust-drenched, but he cards his fingers through Otto's hair.]

We can think of something... if you're uncomfortable, [he whispers.] We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Mmmh, I'll let you lead....

[sciencesquid]

[Aw, come on, he's not uncomfortable, he's just- ... Alright, he's a little uncomfortable. He was fighting very hard not to be, but not that Bruno's drawn attention to it, it's difficult to ignore. Releasing a deep breath, he lifts his head further upwards so he can catch Bruno's lips in another quick kiss.]

... I'm sorry.

[Even with the decision being left up to him so gracefully, he still feels bad about it. The best way to make up for it, he supposes, is to run his hands further down the front of Bruno's body. As he does so, he shifts most of his weight and the position of his legs sideways. His fingers sink below the navel area and travel even further down.]

[sandinmyhair]

Don't be sorry, it's--mmmmhh! [He breaks off and dissolves into heated moans as those fingers slide further down, over the curve of his belly and into his trousers, onto desperate, throbbing flesh. Shamelessly he rolls his hips, lost in delirious bliss, head dropping back. He paints a salacious picture indeed, eyes closed, lips parted, moaning softly as he nearly forgets everything else in this wave of pleasure.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto wasn't expecting a reaction quite that stark, but then again, the fact that his body's temperature is below that of the typical human being must've intensified the sensation of his touch. And he quite liked that reaction, he comes to find. It sent a chill down his spine. Even as his lips curl into a mischievous grin, his fingers curl around something else to allow for easier stroking.]

How's that? [The question is a breathy whisper near Bruno's ear. He already knows the answer, he'd just very much like to hear it.]

[sandinmyhair]

[A full-throated moan escapes him and he crams his hand against his mouth. His other hand clutches a fistful of blanket.

It's the cooler temperature, and the webbing enveloping him more than a normal hand would do, swirling in with his already extremely desirous state that has him so thoroughly drowning in sensation, his sapience fleeing.

At the question a few small incoherent sounds leave him before he manages words.
]

Ah, god, that's so good....

[sciencesquid]

[Astounding. He's actually doing this right. Needless to say, Bruno's little noises and gestures are very encouraging and very arousing, but Otto won't be tending to himself right now. That can wait.

His other hand takes hold of waistband and slides it down Bruno's legs, getting all that pesky fabric out of the way. Meanwhile, his open mouth finds the side of Bruno's neck, just below the ear. He won't just kiss that area, he'll suck at it, and even slide his teeth along the skin without truly biting into it.]

[sandinmyhair]

[Bruno squirms, hips lifting to momentarily press harder against that hand, also allowing for his trousers to be pulled away. He's kick them the rest of the way off, but he can't quite spare the co-ordination for that. At least he manages to get one leg free so that he can splay himself out, settling in to roll his hips with the motion of Otto's hand. He's in such a state that few drops seep from his tip.

The other man's lips and then teeth on his neck have him tilting his head back, plaintive sounds escaping him as sensation wicks into his spine, a slow wave of hot, electric pleasure. It shivers through him and his mind drops away, though he manages to lift a hand and slip his fingers into Otto's hair again, gently dragging claws against scalp.

He can scarcely form words, but it seems clear that his climax is slowly unwinding itself, lazily travelling along his spine, building its intensity.]

[sciencesquid]

[The fingers running through his messy locks and along his scalp stir a truly tantalizing sensation. The sort that has the hair on Otto's neck stand on end. All the minute little sounds originating from right by his ear fuel that tension even further. He really feels like a younger man again. And a different man, perhaps. The Otto Octavius of more than two decades ago would have never done something like this.

Since he's on the right track so far, he'll just keep doing what he's doing, firm strokes in line with the rhythm of Bruno's rolling hips.]

[sandinmyhair]

[It's a sentiment that Bruno would definitely be able to relate to, were he capable of that much thought at the moment. Before arriving in this world he would have sincerely doubted he'd ever feel anyone's touch.

The fact that he's felt rather a lot of people's touch in the last few months doesn't mean a lot, though. Every time feels like the first time for him, he's that sentimental. And that insatiably hungry for any kind of contact.

His breathing grows harsh and the hand that isn't twined in Otto's hair clutches blindly at the cushions. A moment later, though, he has some of those locks in a fist, though it's a strangely light pull, as though his hand isn't entirely there.

He shivers, hard, babbling incoherently for a moment before falling back into moaning as his climax whirls around him, catches him up, sends him sailing into oblivion.

Bruno turns a few interesting colours as he stifles his cries, the internal storm of orgasm sending soft green and blue lights flowing over his skin.]

[sciencesquid]

[Even though the pull at his hair is a light one, it elicits a soft gasp from Otto all the same. His grip intensifies a bit, which likely contributes to what happens next. He doesn't need to be looking at Bruno to know he's gone over the edge, and it fills him with a bit of exhilarated pride. Still, the surge of lights makes its way through his closed eyelids, like a bright kaleidoscope, stirring curiosity.

So he looks.

The sight is ethereal and surreal, but not in an eerie way. It's calming, somehow. Gratifying.]

... You're beautiful. [It's a quiet murmur, breathless and genuine.]

[sandinmyhair]

Hm?

[It's probably the last thing he expected to hear from anyone, even if he does usually look oddly attractive when so thoroughly replete--his eyes dark, lips parted, his skin flushed, his damp hair clinging to his face and neck in little whorls and lines. But the colours add so much to it, misty swirls of light just over the skin. He opens his eyes and their green glow adds to the gentle lights as he smiles dreamily.]

Oh... the colours. Thank you.

[The hand that had gripped Otto's hair relaxes and feels solid again, and he slips his fingers through the locks he'd tousled.]

You're not so bad, yourself, especially in this light. [The colours swirl more slowly on him, now, lazily spreading out over him in his literal afterglow.]

[sciencesquid]

[He didn't mean just the colours, and he's tempted to say so, but... That's perhaps a bit too direct. A bit too personal and a bit too real, especially for a- what is this? A one-night stand? He doesn't even know it's supposed to be. Aside from that, Bruno's following words take his mind away from that particular train of thought. Him? He's just a big clammy merman. There's no way he can compare to someone as ethereal as Bruno, he thinks. Still, he appreciates the sentiment.

He draws in a deep breath through his nose and nuzzles Bruno's neck, just below the jawbone.]

Mmmm... That's good to know. I'll have to carry you everywhere I go, just to keep this flattering lighting. [Now that his hand's released Bruno's member, he's free to wrap it around the man's chest instead, pulling him in for an embrace.]

[sandinmyhair]

[That nuzzling draws a breathy, contented hum from Bruno, making his head tilt back a little. Mmmh, everything feels too good to be legal right now.

When he's pulled into the other man's embrace he presses against him, languidly kissing his neck. His soft hands move downward to feel out how hard Otto might be.]

[sciencesquid]

[Bruno really chose some of the best areas to direct his attention to, both with his mouth and with his hands. Otto gasps deeply, as the kisses land close to his gills and those are rather sensitive any time of day. As for down below... Yep, he's pretty hard. He never did get around to removing his own pants and everything's starting to feel rather restricted right about now. His own hands slide up Bruno's back towards his shoulder blades.]