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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

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Vasquez laughs and starts pushing up at the skirt, enjoying this easy access. For now, he just works with his hand, a steady motion as he starts to work him, not wanting to put his mouth on him yet, only because he wants him to anticipate.

"Is whatever my hand? Or my mouth?" It's going to be both, but he's teasing Bobo now, trying to see what he'll say.

"Now you're just being a tease, expecting me to choose," he murmurs, voice rougher then, the cool air and the warmth of Vasquez's body pulling Bobo right to the edge and leaving him wanting more. More of just about everything.

"Besides why is this either or?" Arching a brow with the question, his hands sliding along Vasquez's sides, teasing over his stomach and along his chest. The man is toned, beautifully built and Bobo does loving having his hands on him.

Vasquez likes being a tease, but more to the point, he likes making other people choose for him. Eyes bright, he looks up at him, breathless and excited for whatever will happen next. "Because I can't do both at the same time, not the way I want to," he says, which should hint that he's not just talking about a blowjob right now.

"I think I want you up here for now," Bobo murmurs. "Mostly because you're tempting me to turn this into something else all together with your pants around your ankles." He knew neither of them had to worry about being quiet, that there was enough experience with that in the past to keep them safe hidden as they were.

"I don't think I ever heard of the princess fucking the hunter," he says with amused delight. "Or maybe it's just the pirate that she does?" He grins, wrapping an arm around Bobo's waist to hitch himself in closer, more than happy to go along with just about any suggestion he has.

"So, what am I doing with you, princess?" Vasquez asks, with a smug tease in his tone.

"The hunter likely never would let it happen, but the pirate..." He drags the word out, smirking at Vasquez. "Tell me you're not at all interested," he teased, leaning in to nip at the curve of his jaw.

"Now be good and show me what a wicked boy you are. Hands for now."

"I'm very interested," he guarantees, because his interest has never waned when it comes to any of this, which Bobo should know. He grabs at the skirt and shoves it aside, getting his hand up there and wrapped around Bobo's dick as fast as he can.

"Don't squeal now, princess, or they'll hear," he warns, clamping his free palm over Bobo's mouth, smirking fiendishly at him, like a dare to try and change what he's doing.

Being manhandled is something Bobo always enjoyed, and something he rarely got. He couldn't afford to let himself have those things because in the revenant camp that could turn on you quickly.

So being held like this, half undressed, cock already half hard and growing harder with not only at Vasquez's touch on his dick, but on his face as well. Groaning against his palm, eyes closing and savoring that touch as he rocked his hips against Vasquez's touch.

Vasquez's grin is a slow-growing thing, but he's laughing noiselessly soon enough, having the fucking time of his life as he works his hand over Bobo, wanting to keep him pinning in place, but he's run out of hands.

So this will have to do. "That's it," he coaxes with a manic grin. "How are you going to go back to the party?" he taunts. "Hmm? Like this? Knowing I had you like this?"

Hooded eyes watching that beautiful face, taking in the expression, the rumble of his words, and damn but this is good. Enough so that had Bobo knows it could be like this, he'd have played damsel more often.

As it is, he's shifting on his heels, knees trembling. As much from the words, that tease and the thought of going back spent and aching and buzzed leaving him groaning against Vasquez's hand.

Bobo's eyes close, shuddering at the thought, loving the idea of being debauched and used and tottering around on his heels, dress rumpled and not caring who saw him or what they assumed.

Vasquez doesn't give a single second's mercy. His pace stays relentless and the only time he moves his hand from Bobo's mouth is when he replaces it with his lips for a rough kiss, taking as much as he possibly can and hoping to leave bites and marks and bruises, wanting people to see a split lip and wonder what happened.

"Are you going to come for me, princess?" he taunts. "On me? Give a pirate a prize?"

Every rough touch, every press of teeth, it all only twists Bobo further, drawing up the desires and lusts he's buried for so long. Desires that leave him panting, writhing more than bucking as he tries to give as good as he gets.

Nails on Vasquez's shoulders, all teeth and tongue in the kiss. Then his hands dropping, catching on the waistband of his trousers, tugging and pulling, needing to touch and feel and take as much as he makes no effort to break away, to end the sensation of strong, calloused hands against him.

Groaning at those words, finding pleasure in their play as his head cants, dipping, biting and licking and suckling against his skin.

"So fucking close," he murmurs, finding himself desperate to mark flesh, feeling salt burning the cut on his lip and loving it.

While Vasquez likes the softness of women and the way they curve to him, this is something he loves about men. They let you take and hurt and it's not kind. Not always. He laughs against Bobo's lips when he moves to kiss him instead of just covering his lips, more than content to lazily kiss him now as he works his hand.

"Then show me," he mumbles against his mouth. "Come."

Maybe it can be kind, but that isn't something Bobo remembers. Definitely not with a man. So with men he's used to hard touches, and sharp teeth, and he savours it all.

Shifting then, sliding one leg back slightly, knees locking, bracing himself as he feels pleasure rising within. Nipping his way along Vasquez's throat, against the scruffy line of his jaw, groaning as his hips rocked, desperate to get himself there.

Murmuring curses and soft words as he nuzzled the spot beneath Vasquez's ear. Hands along his hips, his thighs, stroking and caressing that beautiful body as he works to get himself on that edge.

And when he does it's all in a growl, a snarl, a hard sound as if fighting back the pleasure he feels in that moment. Coming hard, his eyes clenched shut as he clung to Vasquez through the lust and desire.

Vasquez inhales deeply and the smirk on his face is triumphant victory personified as he works him through, swiping the mess on the inside of his jacket, just because he doesn't want to put it on the corn and he doesn't want to walk around with it being seen.

This seems like a good compromise.

"So, are you going back to the party in your stockings, princess?" he taunts, aware that maybe it's not a smart idea to push like this, but he likes it, likes thinking about what he might get out of it.

"Would you rather take them home in your pocket?" Smirking as he asks that, running his hands over Vasquez's chest. "Though I'm either going back, or I'm dragging you home, stripping you down and finding out at what level you pass out."

And even as he says it, he grips either side of his shirt, tugging him closer. "Come on. Let's go home."

Vasquez doesn't need much more convincing than this, grinning as he saunters in the direction of the party, if only so they can get some more alcohol for the long walk home. "You wait here, I'll get us more to drink and meet you back at the edge," he says.

"Princess," he adds saucily, just one last time to poke and prod where he probably shouldn't.

Bobo smirks, raising his hand and blowing Vasquez a kiss.

"Don't make me wait long," he teases, winking at the other as he backs up, heading for the edge of the field.

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