"Not at all," Ossie purrs, "it was more wondering whether you might be able to satisfy a little peculiarity of mine. No matter- hardly like I need it."
His hand goes to Phil's at his neck, and he noticeably leans into the touch.
"To answer your question before you ask- I just have a proclivity towards having my clothes torn off, that's all."
There's a disbelieving sort of laugh as a grin spreads on his face. "Oh, if that's the case--they may not pierce, but they'll give me plenty of grip to let my strength do the rest of the work." His voice goes low. "You've already felt the shape of those muscles."
Phil's grin widens into a devious little thing. "Hold onto your drink."
He untangles himself and steps around the bar. When he reaches Ossie, he wraps one arm beneath the man's shoulders, and oh-so tenderly slides the other hand beneath his knees. "Ready?" he asks, affording him a moment before--
"Hup!" Phil hauls Ossie up in his arms, and wastes no time in strutting down to the cabins.
"You know a fellow could get used to this," Ossie noses into Phil's neck, not necessarily making it easy for him to carry Ossie back with how he starts kissing it. Ugh. Not only is Phil a catch as expected, he's exceeded Ossie's expectations. Propriety be damned he's telling Giles and Sharky about this.
Phil steals a few kisses from Ossie himself on the way, but for the most part he has to struggle to look where he's going while the man plants his lips and his teeth all over his neck, and to not make noise while they're still out in public. And pray very hard that Darcy nor Dimitri don't catch them like this.
It's too long of a walk for his taste. Phil lets Ossie unlock his room while still in his arms, and once they're inside, he sets him down on the bed and does a little bow. "Your quarters, Your Majesty."
They’ve been on a roll, but seeing Ossie like this, sat on his bed, Phil is struck very, very suddenly by the reality of what they’re here for. What Ossie wants him to do. What Ossie wants. That he didn’t even schmooze or lie his way here, that this isn’t the person who will later want to marry him, that this is just… want, plainly, simply. No strings, no underhandedness, no underscoring of everlasting faith or whatever. He’s in someone else’s bed, and he’s just… welcome there for the night.
So don’t blame him if he’s suddenly looking at Ossie with equal parts awe and anxiety, or if his Mantle’s breeze picks up with a fresh chill.
But he shelves that for now (or tries to). Phil moves in, placing himself politely between the man’s legs, grinning as he hums, “Oh? Like what?”
Phil exhales softly as the shoe comes up against him. He places a hand over top of it, then presses his lips down to kiss it through his fingers. His other hand peeks into Ossie's pant leg, his broad grasp sliding up the calf.
"I did, didn't I?" he hums as he pulls at the laces, hooking a talon into the lip and maneuvering it off of his foot; he leaves Ossie's ankle resting on his shoulder as he goes to take off the other. "Why don't you tell me more about that daydream of yours? Tell me aaall about it."
Ossie plays his part with a couple of pleased noises, shifting himself for comfort. The skin on his leg is as smooth as anywhere else, and it's a source of some irritation to Ossie that goosebumps don't raise even if he can feel they should.
"What's there to tell of it?" he asks, playing coy, "I'm a diverting little treat, and I figure I ought to be unwrapped like one. You know, put some work in for it. Show me you want this, I say."
Phil takes off his socks with a claw sliding against skin; not much to be had tearing those off, but after that, Phil lets Ossie's feet slide off of him as he advances in, lowering himself down.
"Maybe some of us have a bit of a weak imagination," he purrs as his chin slides over the bump of his crotch, hands moving across his hips. "Or would love to have a little tale spun of it."
He hooks his talons into his waistband alongside his teeth, still holding eye contact.
Ossie tilts his chin, as if considering for a moment whether or not he should.
"Once upon a time there was a handsome fellow who was treated like a fine bit of porcelain for, say, a hundred years, and the minute he got out," a bit of an inhale, just slightly, as Phil brushes past his crotch.
"He found that he enjoyed being handled far more roughly and with far less care taken towards his person. And that his brute of a partner hates clothes getting damaged, so he's forced to seek it elsewhere. Perhaps at the hands of a dashing, broad, weatherman, who is an insufferable tease."
There's a shift in Phil's posture. Good. Okay. Further elaboration and permission of what Ossie wants, what he's allowed to do here.
He lifts his head, and he spends a while looking thoughtful while his claws knead a bit on Ossie's stomach, winding his shirt out from being tucked into his pants. "Mmm," he says eventually. "I think I understand the moral of the story here."
... And then pauses again, rather more actually thoughtful rather than just for show. "Say--what're your thoughts on animal-looking people?"
Non-sequitur but okay, Ossie can go with it. God knows he wouldn't even be the first furry he's slept with on this cruise.
"I've had a good few affairs with them- Beasts were one of the types of Changeling we had back home. I once spent a lovely few days with a Bear who was a Bear. In short, positively. Why do you ask?"
"Mmm--I have this little trinket that I thought I should bring with me, just in case."
He pulls it from his jacket pocket: a beautiful jet-black watch with gold accents, which he deftly fastens to his own wrist. The moment he puts the tail under the little fastening strap, there's this soft flash of moonlight, and when it fades, Phil is looking remarkably different.
"I used to turn into this regularly back in the last world I was stolen into." He grins with a mouth full of predatory teeth. "Something about a magic moon. Bit of a werefox. If you like this better...?"
Phil barks out a laugh, delighted at this reaction and that he's still wanted. "Oh, let me have my fun first," he hums as he lowers himself down again, head and hands settling for a moment on Ossie's stomach.
Then teeth and gold claws scrape down on Ossie's skin as they catch into his pants' waistband, and Phil tears one side from the other with a growl of effort, the fastener popping clean off and the seams splitting as if the thread was cheap and the job was shoddy.
"I only have an hour of this," he says as his claws dig into one of the pant legs and he tears that open too, "so I'll be a little quick about getting these off, if you don't mind."
Ossie gasps in delight at the first tear of fabric, voicing every scrape and every brush. He was gently exaggerating, but Phil will see plainly that it wasn't by much as his straining cock through his undergarments is exposed. He tries to rest a hand on Phil just for the sake of contact and encouragement, helping Phil expose more skin to the air with a small shift wherever he can.
"Not at all," he sounds a little breathless, "by all means- we can take our time with the other parts."
Off goes the other pant leg, and the only thing in his way from the hips down is the man's undergarments, visibly tented. Phil makes this low sound in the back of his throat as he closes his right eye and turns his head slightly so he can look at it without interference from his cataracts.
"Aren't you pretty," he huffs. He has a brief thought about just taking that all in his mouth right now. Having a muzzle means it won't reach his throat, and he can press it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue--no, but it means he wouldn't be able to put these teeth to good use.
Which, Ossie's sweater and tie are in the way of that, so don't mind Phil as he moves up and presses his knee in against his crotch so he can reach up and tear off the sweater vest, not a care for any bruising or scratching he leaves along the way. His head twists to the side for better leverage like an animal ripping skin from a carcass.
"I am, yes," Ossie agrees, being a good lad and staying still even as Phil pins his cock with his knee. Whatever pain the bruises or scratches inflicts is all subsumed in Ossie's arousal, little gasps and sweet sounds accompanying each. This is Ossie's favourite place to be. Under someone else's ministrations, letting them take whatever they want from him.
A hand carefully goes to Phil's tie, and he pulls it just a little, just to see what Phil does. He might be the one now nearly naked on the bed, but he still has some say over the situation.
Good, good, all good sounds; Phil had been playing up the whole animal hunger thing for the theatrics of it, but now he's finding it becoming a little less of an act. Ossie makes himself awfully enticing, and there isn't much reason for Phil to resist. He wants it rough.
"Ng--" Phil is tugged out of his building frenzy by a tug forward on the neck, a breath escaping him. Phil blinks at him, with his stilled hands bunched up in the shirt he was about to tear the buttons from. Ossie wants his attention. For what? Does he need to pull back, dive in harder? Be redirected?
(It's not intentional, but the whole fox thing makes him look remarkably like an animal leashed and brought to heel.)
Oh, that feels good. Just one tug and Ossie has his whole and complete attention. He can't help the wry grin that peels itself from him- Phil is going to be a diversion that he spends a good deal of time amusing himself with, he can feel it.
"Good man," Ossie praises, "just as you were doing, marvellous work."
Phil grins at the praise. Doesn’t even try to move to take his tie out of Ossie’s hand as he goes back into it, claws digging into his sternum as he reaches in to tear his shirt open. Ossie’s tie gets undone with impatient hands, and then his smooth body is all free reign.
(Except for where Phil’s left his undergarments on, of course.)
A yellow tongue licks a slow stripe from navel to collarbone, claws pressing into ribs. When he’s at the top, he sits up a little. “Right, so—for my own ease of mind, just let me know how far I can go. I’m not biting your dick off, but, do you expect… I don’t know, blood drawn?”
Ossie hums, glancing down as if to confirm that the bastard is continuing to draw things out.
"While I pride myself on my pain threshold, let's give you something nice and easy to stick to. Marks and bruises, yes, blood, no. Nothing too risky on our first dalliance, either- choking, for instance. While we're at it, are you happy with our positions as is? Or would you prefer something more or less defined? I can play anything you'd like, you were certainly generous in granting my wishes, after all."
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Date: 2024-02-20 02:41 am (UTC)His hand goes to Phil's at his neck, and he noticeably leans into the touch.
"To answer your question before you ask- I just have a proclivity towards having my clothes torn off, that's all."
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Date: 2024-02-22 02:33 am (UTC)There's a disbelieving sort of laugh as a grin spreads on his face. "Oh, if that's the case--they may not pierce, but they'll give me plenty of grip to let my strength do the rest of the work." His voice goes low. "You've already felt the shape of those muscles."
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Date: 2024-02-22 04:29 am (UTC)"You really are too generous. And I'm about to test your generosity further- carry me back to mine?"
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Date: 2024-02-22 04:36 pm (UTC)He untangles himself and steps around the bar. When he reaches Ossie, he wraps one arm beneath the man's shoulders, and oh-so tenderly slides the other hand beneath his knees. "Ready?" he asks, affording him a moment before--
"Hup!" Phil hauls Ossie up in his arms, and wastes no time in strutting down to the cabins.
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Date: 2024-02-23 02:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-02-23 04:02 pm (UTC)It's too long of a walk for his taste. Phil lets Ossie unlock his room while still in his arms, and once they're inside, he sets him down on the bed and does a little bow. "Your quarters, Your Majesty."
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Date: 2024-02-25 03:40 am (UTC)Ossie lays back on the bed in a flattering way, batting his eyelashes up at Phil.
"So it is. An enterprising fellow inside my quarters might have a mind to do something about it, you know."
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Date: 2024-02-25 01:50 pm (UTC)So don’t blame him if he’s suddenly looking at Ossie with equal parts awe and anxiety, or if his Mantle’s breeze picks up with a fresh chill.
But he shelves that for now (or tries to). Phil moves in, placing himself politely between the man’s legs, grinning as he hums, “Oh? Like what?”
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Date: 2024-02-25 07:44 pm (UTC)His foot goes gently to Phil's shoulder, and he looks up at Phil with half-lidded eyes.
"To start with, I do believe you promised me something back at the bar, my dear."
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Date: 2024-02-25 09:01 pm (UTC)"I did, didn't I?" he hums as he pulls at the laces, hooking a talon into the lip and maneuvering it off of his foot; he leaves Ossie's ankle resting on his shoulder as he goes to take off the other. "Why don't you tell me more about that daydream of yours? Tell me aaall about it."
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Date: 2024-02-25 09:12 pm (UTC)"What's there to tell of it?" he asks, playing coy, "I'm a diverting little treat, and I figure I ought to be unwrapped like one. You know, put some work in for it. Show me you want this, I say."
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Date: 2024-02-26 12:15 am (UTC)"Maybe some of us have a bit of a weak imagination," he purrs as his chin slides over the bump of his crotch, hands moving across his hips. "Or would love to have a little tale spun of it."
He hooks his talons into his waistband alongside his teeth, still holding eye contact.
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Date: 2024-02-26 12:31 am (UTC)"Once upon a time there was a handsome fellow who was treated like a fine bit of porcelain for, say, a hundred years, and the minute he got out," a bit of an inhale, just slightly, as Phil brushes past his crotch.
"He found that he enjoyed being handled far more roughly and with far less care taken towards his person. And that his brute of a partner hates clothes getting damaged, so he's forced to seek it elsewhere. Perhaps at the hands of a dashing, broad, weatherman, who is an insufferable tease."
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Date: 2024-02-26 12:50 am (UTC)He lifts his head, and he spends a while looking thoughtful while his claws knead a bit on Ossie's stomach, winding his shirt out from being tucked into his pants. "Mmm," he says eventually. "I think I understand the moral of the story here."
... And then pauses again, rather more actually thoughtful rather than just for show. "Say--what're your thoughts on animal-looking people?"
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Date: 2024-02-26 12:53 am (UTC)"I've had a good few affairs with them- Beasts were one of the types of Changeling we had back home. I once spent a lovely few days with a Bear who was a Bear. In short, positively. Why do you ask?"
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Date: 2024-02-26 12:59 am (UTC)He pulls it from his jacket pocket: a beautiful jet-black watch with gold accents, which he deftly fastens to his own wrist. The moment he puts the tail under the little fastening strap, there's this soft flash of moonlight, and when it fades, Phil is looking remarkably different.
"I used to turn into this regularly back in the last world I was stolen into." He grins with a mouth full of predatory teeth. "Something about a magic moon. Bit of a werefox. If you like this better...?"
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Date: 2024-02-26 01:04 am (UTC)"If you don't fuck me right this second I shall have to take matters into my own hands."
Jesus Christ. Phil remains just full of surprises.
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Date: 2024-02-26 01:15 am (UTC)Then teeth and gold claws scrape down on Ossie's skin as they catch into his pants' waistband, and Phil tears one side from the other with a growl of effort, the fastener popping clean off and the seams splitting as if the thread was cheap and the job was shoddy.
"I only have an hour of this," he says as his claws dig into one of the pant legs and he tears that open too, "so I'll be a little quick about getting these off, if you don't mind."
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Date: 2024-02-26 01:27 am (UTC)"Not at all," he sounds a little breathless, "by all means- we can take our time with the other parts."
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Date: 2024-02-26 01:41 am (UTC)"Aren't you pretty," he huffs. He has a brief thought about just taking that all in his mouth right now. Having a muzzle means it won't reach his throat, and he can press it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue--no, but it means he wouldn't be able to put these teeth to good use.
Which, Ossie's sweater and tie are in the way of that, so don't mind Phil as he moves up and presses his knee in against his crotch so he can reach up and tear off the sweater vest, not a care for any bruising or scratching he leaves along the way. His head twists to the side for better leverage like an animal ripping skin from a carcass.
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Date: 2024-02-26 02:34 am (UTC)A hand carefully goes to Phil's tie, and he pulls it just a little, just to see what Phil does. He might be the one now nearly naked on the bed, but he still has some say over the situation.
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Date: 2024-02-26 03:05 am (UTC)"Ng--" Phil is tugged out of his building frenzy by a tug forward on the neck, a breath escaping him. Phil blinks at him, with his stilled hands bunched up in the shirt he was about to tear the buttons from. Ossie wants his attention. For what? Does he need to pull back, dive in harder? Be redirected?
(It's not intentional, but the whole fox thing makes him look remarkably like an animal leashed and brought to heel.)
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Date: 2024-02-26 03:11 am (UTC)"Good man," Ossie praises, "just as you were doing, marvellous work."
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Date: 2024-02-26 10:44 am (UTC)(Except for where Phil’s left his undergarments on, of course.)
A yellow tongue licks a slow stripe from navel to collarbone, claws pressing into ribs. When he’s at the top, he sits up a little. “Right, so—for my own ease of mind, just let me know how far I can go. I’m not biting your dick off, but, do you expect… I don’t know, blood drawn?”
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Date: 2024-02-27 05:08 am (UTC)"While I pride myself on my pain threshold, let's give you something nice and easy to stick to. Marks and bruises, yes, blood, no. Nothing too risky on our first dalliance, either- choking, for instance. While we're at it, are you happy with our positions as is? Or would you prefer something more or less defined? I can play anything you'd like, you were certainly generous in granting my wishes, after all."
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