[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

[sixthiteration]

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.

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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.

Comments

[quinientos]

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."

[fooloftheking]

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.

[quinientos]

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.

[fooloftheking]

"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."

[quinientos]

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.

[fooloftheking]

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.

(end?)