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[wolfitdown]

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[thefirstmurder]

[follows along, brushing dirt from his clothes]

You're quite generous.

[wolfitdown]

I wouldn't go that far. [ the walk is decently long, and he's probably properly chilled by the end of it; this guy, on the other hand, looks perfectly comfortable in his light jacket and jeans. eventually they reach a handful of dense bushes, just tall and thick enough to huddle under, with the remains of a fire some length in front of it, and he starts setting that alight again right away. ] Sorry. Don't really do the tent thing.

[thefirstmurder]

[he's shivering, certainly, but that really just gives him an excuse to sidle closer to jules]

You are what you are.

[what does that even--

the doctor will help set the fire]

[wolfitdown]

[ he certainly allows it, looking at him sidelong-- but it was natural for submissives to act affectionately, as such, and initiating that sort of contact in that situation was definitely submissive. he's fine with this. ] So. Name?

[thefirstmurder]

Dr. Jizabel Disraeli. Most people call me "Doctor".

[he sighs once the fire starts, holding out his hands to warm them]

[wolfitdown]

I'd rather call you Jizabel. [ shuffles around behind him, leaning against jizabel's back with his legs to either side of him and arms around his waist. he's shorter, by a bit, but his skin burns almost feverishly hot. ] I'm Jules.

[thefirstmurder]

[oh, that's pleasant. he leans back into that warmth, resting his head on jules's shoulder]

Jules...

[says his name softly, just turning it over]

[wolfitdown]

No worries, baby, you'll be sayin' it lots by the time I'm done with you.

[thefirstmurder]

[chuckles]

Is that a promise?

[wolfitdown]

Sure. If you like. [ pressing his face into his neck, huffing a bit. ]

[thefirstmurder]

[jizabel tilts his head to expose more of his neck, swallowing]

Tell me... what pleases you.

[wolfitdown]

I'm easy to please.

[ mouthing against his skin, a bare hint of teeth. ]

I don't bottom, though. How much can you take?

[thefirstmurder]

As much as you'll give, I expect.

[shivers just a little at the mild scrape of teeth]

[wolfitdown]

I've got a lot to give and I ain't interested in breakin' you.

[thefirstmurder]

[hums, interested, and slides his hand up and along jules' thigh]

Then, don't. But rest assured, I'm not so easily broken.

[wolfitdown]

[ hot below his hand and dense with muscle. He's easily affected, though, after that chase -- he's already half-hard, passed against the small of the doctor's back. ]

You human, Jizabel?

[thefirstmurder]

[he bites his lip a little as he drags his palm closer to jules' erection, just edging along it]

Yes, I am.

[wolfitdown]

No biting, then.

[ decisively. He shifts slightly to allow that touch, even as hossa own hand pushes up under his shirt to hossa bare chest. ]

[thefirstmurder]

[he's cold from the chill evening, but warming up quickly, and rubs his hand over his erection more firmly]

None at all?

[wolfitdown]

[ a growl rumbles in his throat, pleased, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants ]

Can't risk it.

[thefirstmurder]

[keeps it up, twisting a little in his arms to face him partially]

Will you object if I bite you?

[wolfitdown]

No blood. But I don't much mind.

[thefirstmurder]

Mm, noted.

[finding the hem of his pants and dipping his fingers in]

[wolfitdown]

[ he's hot and hard under that touch, giving pleased murmurs. He's also... decently sized, but definitely not so large as to hurt someone. ]

[thefirstmurder]

[twists around so he can touch him properly, sliding down the ground so that he's eye-level with his waist, looking up at him over the rim of his glasses]

May I...?