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Lucas oc commission for Ghost_Nazarus (twitter)

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Cat Leapy ✦ 8h

Ollie moodily invades @lenzartz dream to adventure over a river

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telemachus’s gorgeous parents, odysseus and penelope

the queen’s gaze is as sharp and cunning as her husband’s, perhaps that is why he overlooked the beautiful helen for her. her bright eyes only seem to soften for him

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Birthday Gift ✦ @lenzartz Ollie gives the demon Lenz a birthday bath

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The birthday boi special for @olimnia

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Forbidden

Forbid me not love I split your flesh with purpose Our divine passion

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Caught

(Written by @olimnia) Olivine has no problem with the guards. If the chosen one is here they must have business. However, it's so late in the night that the castle’s greeting staff are long retired, so they pick one soldier and harass her. Bring me to the prince. No it can’t wait. You’re not busy anyways. If the Prince catches word of how you’ve treated me-- They follow her at an uncomfortably close pace to the prince’s suite. when she slows to a door they step in front of her. They deliver three heavy pounds.

Jack answers two accessories away from bare nudity. His helm and his collar. Ollie stops short of pushing him over to enter. They’ve lost steam at the sight. Chaotic energy spilling over and meeting… This. A picture of stability. Tall, broad, hair long and undisturbed, clearly not sleeping this late, and his aura. Fiery dark, divinely independent, pantheonless and rich in self worship. Hunger seeps in. 

“I’m here to eat and to bed,” Ollie snaps at the equally astonished prince. That demand will get them everything they’re sure, but they did hear another voice in the room, “Already hosting company?” Wondering if he’ll dismiss a bedmate for a date he’s only met twice.

“Ah, It is Frost,” Jack clears his neglected voice, “He is here, but you may not be able to see him,” and despite that warning Ollie is immediately allowed into the room. Jack is a little hurried now. Tails twitching in an alert way that makes them sure he’s going straight to one of their demands.

Ollie certainly can see Frost. He’s even more nude than Jack and not at all shy about it. It's their first time seeing him in a human shape. Long and folded elegantly about the ornate couch. Skin as dark as his base coat, hair as striking as his roan, and somehow smaller than what they expected. Not that he isn’t enormous, he’s nearly Jack’s size and stockier in the legs. Last of all is a sinister smile; he’s delighted and utterly smug to be seen. Ollie can neither find the meaning of Jack’s warning nor what's so funny to Frost.

“What's the matter with Frost?” Ollie asks, not hiding trepidation and not wanting to talk directly to the man they’re seeing. He’s way too amused- doing so must be a trap.

“He’s cursed,” Jack says. His back is turned, having beelined to the wine cabinet. “He cannot reveal his humanoid form under the light of sun, nor to anyone who cannot shapeshift. Attention slips even at the hint of him.”

Ah. Ollie goes cold. I should not be able to see him. They do not reveal their own alternative form lightly. Only one man knows this secret, it was their last measure to escape him, and he’s probably dead. They shed all their gifts of light in that form. Dismembered, enormous… an undisguised aura of malice. No one would mistake that for their good patron’s doing. However, there is no hiding its existence from Frost now, and he’s not betraying them by speaking up. They look the unicorn dead in the eye. He’s waiting. They say, “So he’s hidden from anyone who is not granted a divine shape or is not themselves a deity?”

They’ll allow the pair to put that together; the clean excuse and the truth. Having a second form is a god’s blessing, the only reason why they’d assume the chosen one doesn't have one is because the bards don’t make up anything consistent or verifiable. Dragons, birds, wolves, and lions, all wrong. However, the pair know more than the public. Jack has seen my appetite. They can discover the truth with so much revealed but Ollie won't retreat from their plain-sight strategy. Jack’s back is still turned as he makes the wine selection and Ollie’s time to tap out is coming to a close. A few more beats and that's permission enough for Frost. The unicorn rises from his spot and they meet while Jack finishes his pour.

It's a fluid movement. Hardly considered. Frost bows his head to invite his honors and Ollie doesn’t withhold it. A kiss between his lip and his chin. Contact is a chill of power, freezing, purifying, so counter to their own aura that the mix burns to Ollie’s senses, but it's Ollie’s prima that has dominion. Delicious. They wonder if his supernatural senses extend into that level of detail. There is no way to know without an invasion into his mind. They expect that he can hide anything behind a poker face. A disfigured unicorn must be able to, less he fall into insanity. Ollie lingers longer than intended. Hungry.

Jack gasps with a splat of drink.

Ollie didn’t see what Jack’s expression was like when they first kissed Frost’s equine form. Was it anything like this? The display in front of them now is colorful. They don’t know him well enough to fully interpret it either. Delight, maybe jealousy, blushed- embarrassment or arousal, definitely shock. However, Ollie does know enough to be vengefully satisfied. We play dirty to turned backs. They don’t say it, instead they allow him to flounder.

“Liege, I don’t believe I was completely introduced, as I’ve had to assume your rank,” Ollie says, bringing attention to the purpose of the kiss. They’re beginning to doubt that Jack understands. His inner fire is radiating so much extra heat they can feel it from here. What is he imagining? 

Frost tilts his chin upward in pride, “I believe so. I was introduced as a lover and a mount, what more am I, Jack?”

Jack sputters, “Right. How daft of me. Ollie, this is Frost, Prince and Second heir of the Wild Winds, God Soul to the Ivory Grove; Husband and rightful owner of my truest love. Noble abhorrent to all those who would defy his grace and logic.”   Ollie would have guessed most of that but hearing it out loud only makes them hungrier. All that power. They step towards Jack to fetch the half spilled glass from him and demand up close, “I’ll need more than wine,” then to Frost, “Help me undress, godsoul.”

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Worship

Take heed of a Unicorn's love, For the devotion to their chosen is unmatched. They will kiss, lick, and caress every part of you, whether you like it or not.

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Reunion

It'd been a year, perhaps more, since the two had last seen each other.

The last words Jack had spoken to Frost had been selfish, vicious, unacceptable things. He'd lashed out at everything he'd loved in an spiraled act of self loathing.

Frost understood why, and his love for Jack did not diminish, but he would not tolerate being treated in such a way. He left his lover to his loathing and returned to his wintery glade. He knew Jack would find him when he was ready, and he did.

Jack was shame faced when he greeted his husband; asked after their marital tree. His apology in words was a formality, that was later backed by his actions. Jack had moved through his suffering; found his balance, and never again treated Frost in such a way.

Their first kiss was shared the following season after their reunion, and it was kind for only a moment.

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Stolen

An evening spent indoors, Jack and Frost lounged in the lavish bedchamber. The warm yellow-orange of the massive fire roaring in the fire place served as the only light in the room. Their backs leaned against the footboard bench, a dozen various coins and trinkets splayed out around their game of cards. To the side, ornate half emptied chalices cast a dull golden hue about the blanketed flooring. Thick, fragrant cigar smoke suffused the space, shrouding the two in a haze. It made their world seem, smaller, more intimate. "My win." Frost called, revealing his hand. Jack cursed in a hellish language, tossing his cards into the heap on the ground. "Again." Jack grumbled, dragging a hand through the longer fringe at his temple. "You ran out of your bettings some odd three games back. Where's my payment, Princeling?" Frost cooed, peering at Jack over a drag on his cigar. He had turned away to blow the smoke about them when he felt the figure beside him shift very close. His eyes narrowed as he grinned. He turned his attention back to Jack. The other man was shoulder to shoulder with him. Jack pressed his lips to Frost's, sweetly. He kissed him again, then a third time. Each kiss was slightly longer then the last. The lingering kisses created a charged heat in the atmosphere between the two men. Frost found his gaze dropping to Jack's lips as he spoke. "One more game? Im good for it."

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First

From the very start, they knew what this would mean. This first kiss between a unicorn and a virgin was not a trepidatious, fluttering thing. The kiss took place at night, after a long day's travel. Tired bodies pressed tight together before the diminishing fire; their breathing staggered and heady with desire for one another. The unicorn rested one hand around the virgin's throat as he drew his face nearer. It was a silent command for stillness, but also, a secret plea for control.

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(part 5) His hands clamped Jack’s thighs closed, and he began thrusting once more. The denial to the shared desire was delicious. The taste of it mixed with the remnants of Jack’s slightly salty flavour had Frost roll his head back in pleasure. The desire and pleasure of the denial continued to mingle and intensify with each thrust. Resigned to his fate and barely able to think, Jack moaned into the thrusts. The mounting desire of Frost was present all around Jack. Frost grew rougher as he lost himself to overwhelming sensation. The rougher Frost was with Jack, the more persistent Jack’s pleasure. He moaned freely into the dirt. Intense shivers at his abuse made him even more soaked. It turned him more into a thoughtless thing. The notion that he was to remain still left his blank mind. He backed his hips into Frost’s thrusts. He rocked with him; his sounds unabashed and loud as sensation rolled over him. Beneath his mask, Jack’s face was contorted; his eyes screwed shut, his eyebrows pinched and upturned. Jack renewed movement turned Frost into a feral thing. He let out a snarl, bending over Jack to bite hard into his shoulder. His instincts told him to bite, pin, breed. He tasted hot, bitter iron as his teeth sank into flesh with enough force to draw blood. The taste had Frost moaning around the mouthful, his vision blurred. He was leaking as he thrust against Jack. Their bodies rocked together, and he burst apart. Jack’s lips drew back in a vicious snarl. He orgasmed immediately as Frost bit into him, the sharp pain of it driving his pleasure even higher. His roar ended in a strangled moan. His body fell into fitful shivers. Frost lingered there for a long moment, body convulsing, his teeth still sunk into Jack’s shoulder. When he released him, he groaned and thrust once, twice more. “I want to fuck you so bad.” Frost hissed against Jack’s skin, holding him tight. He crushed Jack’s hips back into the pulsing release of his ejaculate, pressing up against Jack’s overstimulated and swollen parts. After he was spent, a drowsy sense of reality returned. He licked at the wound he made to drive away some of the pain. He lowered Jack’s trembling hips to the ground gently. Frost smoothed his hands once more in a comforting gesture over Jack’s body, massaging the tension from him. Frost laid himself atop Jack; blanketed him with his body. Jack huffed a laugh beneath Frost at his words, but he had no energy to left to respond. Beneath his mask, Jack’s face relaxed into its own sleepy expression. The presence of his lover’s weight atop him was comforting. The two closed their eyes and breathed deep of one another as they laid close. The crackle of the logs burned its sleepy lullaby for the two as they drifted to sleep. 

Desperate (Part 1)

It wasn’t as though the nights were terribly cold for either of the two lovers. After a long day’s travel through too quiet woods, followed by the stink of magic siphoned villages, the camp fire they lit each night served as a consistent comforting sound and smell. The crackle was a soothing lullaby for Jack as he lay very near the burning wood; naked save for his dark half mask and collar. He enjoyed the way the smoke rolled across his bare skin, bathing him in its bitter smell. He stretched long and languid, hands extended far overhead. His animalic toes spread wide enough to unsheathe their hidden claws. His long, sun-bleached orange hair was unbound, splayed about the ground and his shoulders. Footsteps approached the little camp with a different canter than their departure earlier in the day. Heavy cloven hooves had been replaced with quiet padded footsteps as Frost returned from his walk. It was night now, the sun’s presence no longer cursing him to stay in one committed form. The Unicorn’s humanoid shape was tall and built sturdy; much the same as Jack’s own body. Frost’s skin was the same warm dark of his undercoat, his hair still the stark blue-white jagged mane. His eyes, as they fell on Jack’s lazy posture, were black and shining as they reflected the fire. Frost was naked too, Jack noted.

An indolent smile curled across Jack’s mouth as Frost approached. He made no attempt to rise and greet his husband. He kept his posture harmless and inviting, sprawled across the ground. Frost made a low heaving sigh as he crouched beside Jack. He tilted his head to one side as he observed the other man’s docile posing, drinking in the view. He reached a hand down to Jack’s stretched belly and splayed his hand out across the tan flesh. It was warm to the touch, almost hot. It soothed the chill in Frost’s fingers.

“Tired?” Frost asked.

Frost’s voice was an octave higher than Jack’s, with an pervasive goading undercurrent. His pride as a unicorn extended into his tone, despite his amiable nature.

“A bit. Lay with me?” Jack’s own voice deep and contained a breathy quality, as though he were unused to speaking. His eyes behind his mask fluttered when Frost smoothed his cold hand against him. His icy touch was a welcome chill on the burning skin of his stomach.

“Mm.”

Frost lay down beside Jack, the moist ground beneath them wetting his side. No words were needed between them for this. Countless practice over similar nights had taught the couple familiarity. They knew how the other liked to be held; that a subtle tap against a hip was a sign to adjust. Frost manipulated Jack’s body against his; his back to Frost’s chest, Jack’s buttocks warm against Frost’s hips, their legs tangled together.

Frost breathed in the smoky scent of Jack. Jack’s presence here with him was his world; his haven found within the burning body pressed up against him. He sighed out in content as he relaxed into his treasured love. Frost’s head lulled into the crook of Jack’s shoulder, his hand still splayed against the warm belly. As his eyes closed and he tilted his head into Jack’s hair, his hand made easy movements up and down the expanse of Jack’s stomach. He followed the thin line of dark hair from Jack’s abdomen down to his navel and back up in a slow, languid way.

Frost’s chilled body was welcome against Jack’s back. Part of Jack’s soul was made of molten fire, and as such he was always running hot to the touch. His husband’s chill brought balance and comfort. Frost’s lazy circling of his stomach had Jack releasing his own contented sigh. He loved the way Frost touched him; the easiness between them. The way their bodies fit together seemed to be stitched from Fate’s twine; written in the snow and fire. Frost’s solid presence behind Jack sent away the aches of the day, of their arduous journey, leaving only the peace found in each other.

However, as Frost continued his measured circles, up and down, the comfort shifted into an awakening. That same broad pressure that grazed against his belly made his skin more sensitive. With the stress of the day gone from his mind, his body began to stir beneath Frost’s loving movement. An itch began within the depths of his lower belly. He grew aware, increasingly sensitive, of all the places Frost was pressed against him. Jack’s eyebrows twitched behind his mask. His relaxed breathing hitched as his heart sped up its pace. Frost’s circles did not stop, nor did they speed up. His tempo stayed even. His warmed hand went up, and down. Up, and down, as though he held no heed of the desire growing within Jack. The man squirmed against Frost, displaying his discomfort. Frost’s hand still did not cease is lax rotation, however. He continued on as he ignored the pitiful mewling. Jack let out a quiet warning growl. His legs, tangled in Frost’s, jerked in a feigned kick.

“Frost.” Jack tilted his head towards where his lover nestled against his neck. He pressed his shoulder into Frost’s chest to try and gain some leverage against him.

Frost’s eyes stayed closed and relaxed in spite of Jack’s growing protest, his expression peaceful against Jack’s neck, until his lips twitched. The thin line of Frost’s lips were drawn tight together to hide his smile. It was hardly a convincing cover his underlying mischief.

“Mm.” This time, Frost planted a kiss against the collar closed around Jack’s throat. The sight of it made Jack’s legs twitch again of their own accord. It seemed to Jack, that his lover intended to torture him will gentle affection, knowing what it would do to stir him up inside. In retaliation, and because of his own desire, Jack bucked his ass back against Frost’s groin. The clumsy thrust made the hand against Jack’s belly seize him tight. The power in it held Jack in an iron grasp. His body was pressed firmly against Frost’s hips and kept there, unhurried and immobilized. The force of it just increased the tingling inside Jack, as Frost would well Know. Jack enjoyed when Frost exerted his power over him. There were not many in the world that could hold Jack so powerless, and it greatly excited him. Jack’s black painted lips parted in a pant. His chest rose and fell more rapid with his arousal.

Jack’s tongue licked as his upper lip as he tried to once more adjust his entwined legs. His wetness was an increasing distress, and he wanted to shift to find some release. The jostling only made the itch grow, though, bringing with it the acute awareness that he was very wet. The wet made the emptiness inside beckon for attention. Behind him, Frost released a loving chuckle. He was enjoying this sweet torture as much a Jack was. The vice grip that held Jack clamped painfully tight. Frost thrust forward, grinding his hardening length against his partner. The movement sent an intense sizzle of desire between them, causing a momentary loss of breath on either side.

Frost recovered first and his hand released its pressed hold against Jack. Instead, his fingers eased down past Jack’s navel. They shifted into the dense black fur that covered Jack’s groin. Frost planted more kisses against Jack collared neck, trailing a line until he had access to his shoulder. “May I?” He asked, feeling at the soft fur close to Jack’s intimates. “Yes.” Jack’s voice sounded sleepy to his own ears, despite the rousing inside him

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(part 4) Frost concealed his smile as he observed Jack’s tail wagging attempt to usurp his control. He tapped his chin and watched the display with a feigned displeased expression. He found himself biting his lower lip as Jack parted his legs, his lover’s chest heaving so nicely against the chilled ground. He eased himself over Jack once more, hands gliding against Jack’s thighs. His kisses along Jack’s spine were careful. His movements were a measured precaution. It had become much too difficult to deny Jack when he saw him present himself in such a way. They both knew that the yearning was a shared thing between them; that this denial was a game to win. To see Jack so willing and pliant, Frost had to fight his own exploding desire to drive Jack hard into the dirt. He wanted so badly to fuck him with such adoration and fierceness that the two would merge into one inseparable, messy thing. But tonight, he wanted to tease Jack. It helped him regain some control when he considered this teasing game as lighthearted punishment; to show his love not to try and steal away his command. At Frost’s renewed slowed pace, Jack let out a bemused huff into the dirt. His lover had not fallen for his lure. If Frost would not submit to his temptation, Jack could adapt his strategy. He could switch tactics. He bucked up against Frost once again to test his limits in another way. His eyes flew open, and his body froze when pain lanced through his scalp. He had been seized by the hair. Frost had grabbed a fistful of the free-flowing waves near the base of Jack’s skull and tugged. He pulled again, hard, causing Jack to openly cry out beneath him. The pain was shocking, but the compliance it elicited from Jack had his arousal simmering even higher. He panted. His limbs had lost their strength. He moaned as his will grew truly complaint and submissive. Frost bent down, placing his mouth beside Jack’s ear. He nuzzled his lover and planted at kiss to the shell. “Do you want me?” The reverberations so close to Jack’s ear sent pleasurable spikes through him. The words had taken more of an effort than Frost would have liked. He couldn’t suppress the greedy twitch of his erection against Jack. He let out a low huff, a subtle sigh against his partner’s flushed cheek. It was Frost’s own sign that he shared in Jack’s desire. It was a small conceit; to show the waning control it took to deny Jack all that he wanted and more. “Yes.” Jack groaned, breathless. Frost let out another low noise, kissing Jack’s ear once more. He had to distract himself with the kiss. The simplicity and compliance of his noble lover beneath him made violent shivers coarse through Frost. His hold on Jack’s hair relaxed as he eased himself back behind him. He placed his hands to either side of Jack’s thighs. Frost guided trembling hips up; pressed legs closed. “That’s too bad.” Frost mused, slipping in between Jack’s thighs once more.

Desperate (Part 1)

It wasn’t as though the nights were terribly cold for either of the two lovers. After a long day’s travel through too quiet woods, followed by the stink of magic siphoned villages, the camp fire they lit each night served as a consistent comforting sound and smell. The crackle was a soothing lullaby for Jack as he lay very near the burning wood; naked save for his dark half mask and collar. He enjoyed the way the smoke rolled across his bare skin, bathing him in its bitter smell. He stretched long and languid, hands extended far overhead. His animalic toes spread wide enough to unsheathe their hidden claws. His long, sun-bleached orange hair was unbound, splayed about the ground and his shoulders. Footsteps approached the little camp with a different canter than their departure earlier in the day. Heavy cloven hooves had been replaced with quiet padded footsteps as Frost returned from his walk. It was night now, the sun’s presence no longer cursing him to stay in one committed form. The Unicorn’s humanoid shape was tall and built sturdy; much the same as Jack’s own body. Frost’s skin was the same warm dark of his undercoat, his hair still the stark blue-white jagged mane. His eyes, as they fell on Jack’s lazy posture, were black and shining as they reflected the fire. Frost was naked too, Jack noted.

An indolent smile curled across Jack’s mouth as Frost approached. He made no attempt to rise and greet his husband. He kept his posture harmless and inviting, sprawled across the ground. Frost made a low heaving sigh as he crouched beside Jack. He tilted his head to one side as he observed the other man’s docile posing, drinking in the view. He reached a hand down to Jack’s stretched belly and splayed his hand out across the tan flesh. It was warm to the touch, almost hot. It soothed the chill in Frost’s fingers.

“Tired?” Frost asked.

Frost’s voice was an octave higher than Jack’s, with an pervasive goading undercurrent. His pride as a unicorn extended into his tone, despite his amiable nature.

“A bit. Lay with me?” Jack’s own voice deep and contained a breathy quality, as though he were unused to speaking. His eyes behind his mask fluttered when Frost smoothed his cold hand against him. His icy touch was a welcome chill on the burning skin of his stomach.

“Mm.”

Frost lay down beside Jack, the moist ground beneath them wetting his side. No words were needed between them for this. Countless practice over similar nights had taught the couple familiarity. They knew how the other liked to be held; that a subtle tap against a hip was a sign to adjust. Frost manipulated Jack’s body against his; his back to Frost’s chest, Jack’s buttocks warm against Frost’s hips, their legs tangled together.

Frost breathed in the smoky scent of Jack. Jack’s presence here with him was his world; his haven found within the burning body pressed up against him. He sighed out in content as he relaxed into his treasured love. Frost’s head lulled into the crook of Jack’s shoulder, his hand still splayed against the warm belly. As his eyes closed and he tilted his head into Jack’s hair, his hand made easy movements up and down the expanse of Jack’s stomach. He followed the thin line of dark hair from Jack’s abdomen down to his navel and back up in a slow, languid way.

Frost’s chilled body was welcome against Jack’s back. Part of Jack’s soul was made of molten fire, and as such he was always running hot to the touch. His husband’s chill brought balance and comfort. Frost’s lazy circling of his stomach had Jack releasing his own contented sigh. He loved the way Frost touched him; the easiness between them. The way their bodies fit together seemed to be stitched from Fate’s twine; written in the snow and fire. Frost’s solid presence behind Jack sent away the aches of the day, of their arduous journey, leaving only the peace found in each other.

However, as Frost continued his measured circles, up and down, the comfort shifted into an awakening. That same broad pressure that grazed against his belly made his skin more sensitive. With the stress of the day gone from his mind, his body began to stir beneath Frost’s loving movement. An itch began within the depths of his lower belly. He grew aware, increasingly sensitive, of all the places Frost was pressed against him. Jack’s eyebrows twitched behind his mask. His relaxed breathing hitched as his heart sped up its pace. Frost’s circles did not stop, nor did they speed up. His tempo stayed even. His warmed hand went up, and down. Up, and down, as though he held no heed of the desire growing within Jack. The man squirmed against Frost, displaying his discomfort. Frost’s hand still did not cease is lax rotation, however. He continued on as he ignored the pitiful mewling. Jack let out a quiet warning growl. His legs, tangled in Frost’s, jerked in a feigned kick.

“Frost.” Jack tilted his head towards where his lover nestled against his neck. He pressed his shoulder into Frost’s chest to try and gain some leverage against him.

Frost’s eyes stayed closed and relaxed in spite of Jack’s growing protest, his expression peaceful against Jack’s neck, until his lips twitched. The thin line of Frost’s lips were drawn tight together to hide his smile. It was hardly a convincing cover his underlying mischief.

“Mm.” This time, Frost planted a kiss against the collar closed around Jack’s throat. The sight of it made Jack’s legs twitch again of their own accord. It seemed to Jack, that his lover intended to torture him will gentle affection, knowing what it would do to stir him up inside. In retaliation, and because of his own desire, Jack bucked his ass back against Frost’s groin. The clumsy thrust made the hand against Jack’s belly seize him tight. The power in it held Jack in an iron grasp. His body was pressed firmly against Frost’s hips and kept there, unhurried and immobilized. The force of it just increased the tingling inside Jack, as Frost would well Know. Jack enjoyed when Frost exerted his power over him. There were not many in the world that could hold Jack so powerless, and it greatly excited him. Jack’s black painted lips parted in a pant. His chest rose and fell more rapid with his arousal.

Jack’s tongue licked as his upper lip as he tried to once more adjust his entwined legs. His wetness was an increasing distress, and he wanted to shift to find some release. The jostling only made the itch grow, though, bringing with it the acute awareness that he was very wet. The wet made the emptiness inside beckon for attention. Behind him, Frost released a loving chuckle. He was enjoying this sweet torture as much a Jack was. The vice grip that held Jack clamped painfully tight. Frost thrust forward, grinding his hardening length against his partner. The movement sent an intense sizzle of desire between them, causing a momentary loss of breath on either side.

Frost recovered first and his hand released its pressed hold against Jack. Instead, his fingers eased down past Jack’s navel. They shifted into the dense black fur that covered Jack’s groin. Frost planted more kisses against Jack collared neck, trailing a line until he had access to his shoulder. “May I?” He asked, feeling at the soft fur close to Jack’s intimates. “Yes.” Jack’s voice sounded sleepy to his own ears, despite the rousing inside him

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He liked the treatment, of course, but being man handled also ignited his fighting instincts. By nature and practice, He was not a being to pushed around. A wanting moan followed when he felt Frost rub against him. Because of the size of Frost, the thrusts kept pressing against Jack’s throbbing wetness. Each push dragged more of his arousal against Frost’s length. Frost slipped smoothly between his thighs as the wetness lubricated him. Frost’s rhythmic rocking eased the itch within Jack, somewhat. But only somewhat. Jack’s lover pressing against him was good, but the simulated fucking couldn’t satisfy his desire to be filled. Frost had him moaning again as a thrust, coupled with the ample lubrication, had Frost pushed up against Jack’s entrance. The feeling of it was so satisfying and anticipatory that Jack very near orgasmed on the spot. If he were a lesser man, he would have whimpered when Frost pulled away to thrust between his thighs once more. Jack yearned for Frost to sheathe himself to the hilt. He wanted to feel the painful ache of unbounded need as his lover drove mercilessly inside of him. The heated head of his lover once more pressed into his wanting body, making shivers of anticipation seize him into a pleading stillness. He was so close to giving Jack what he wanted. It had Jack’s breath hitched… before the sensation was once again removed. “Frost.” Jack’s voice comes out a demanding bark; more command presents in it than at any previous time that night. Jack reached a hand down between his thighs, palming Frost in a coaxed, placated gesture. He stroked what he could reach to temp Frost into obeying him. His fingers guided Frost to exactly where he wanted him. His lover went rigid behind him, his movements stilled entirely. “Frost.” Jack purred. This time he was quieter, more suffused with a temptation. Jack tilted beneath Frost. Jack pressed his chest to the ground, his arms curled beneath him sweetly. He raised his hips into the air, tails draped along the curve of his spine. Jack presented himself, his legs spread to give Frost a sensual view. Jack appeared to be submissive once more as bait to lure his lover into finally mounting him. 

Desperate (Part 1)

It wasn’t as though the nights were terribly cold for either of the two lovers. After a long day’s travel through too quiet woods, followed by the stink of magic siphoned villages, the camp fire they lit each night served as a consistent comforting sound and smell. The crackle was a soothing lullaby for Jack as he lay very near the burning wood; naked save for his dark half mask and collar. He enjoyed the way the smoke rolled across his bare skin, bathing him in its bitter smell. He stretched long and languid, hands extended far overhead. His animalic toes spread wide enough to unsheathe their hidden claws. His long, sun-bleached orange hair was unbound, splayed about the ground and his shoulders. Footsteps approached the little camp with a different canter than their departure earlier in the day. Heavy cloven hooves had been replaced with quiet padded footsteps as Frost returned from his walk. It was night now, the sun’s presence no longer cursing him to stay in one committed form. The Unicorn’s humanoid shape was tall and built sturdy; much the same as Jack’s own body. Frost’s skin was the same warm dark of his undercoat, his hair still the stark blue-white jagged mane. His eyes, as they fell on Jack’s lazy posture, were black and shining as they reflected the fire. Frost was naked too, Jack noted.

An indolent smile curled across Jack’s mouth as Frost approached. He made no attempt to rise and greet his husband. He kept his posture harmless and inviting, sprawled across the ground. Frost made a low heaving sigh as he crouched beside Jack. He tilted his head to one side as he observed the other man’s docile posing, drinking in the view. He reached a hand down to Jack’s stretched belly and splayed his hand out across the tan flesh. It was warm to the touch, almost hot. It soothed the chill in Frost’s fingers.

“Tired?” Frost asked.

Frost’s voice was an octave higher than Jack’s, with an pervasive goading undercurrent. His pride as a unicorn extended into his tone, despite his amiable nature.

“A bit. Lay with me?” Jack’s own voice deep and contained a breathy quality, as though he were unused to speaking. His eyes behind his mask fluttered when Frost smoothed his cold hand against him. His icy touch was a welcome chill on the burning skin of his stomach.

“Mm.”

Frost lay down beside Jack, the moist ground beneath them wetting his side. No words were needed between them for this. Countless practice over similar nights had taught the couple familiarity. They knew how the other liked to be held; that a subtle tap against a hip was a sign to adjust. Frost manipulated Jack’s body against his; his back to Frost’s chest, Jack’s buttocks warm against Frost’s hips, their legs tangled together.

Frost breathed in the smoky scent of Jack. Jack’s presence here with him was his world; his haven found within the burning body pressed up against him. He sighed out in content as he relaxed into his treasured love. Frost’s head lulled into the crook of Jack’s shoulder, his hand still splayed against the warm belly. As his eyes closed and he tilted his head into Jack’s hair, his hand made easy movements up and down the expanse of Jack’s stomach. He followed the thin line of dark hair from Jack’s abdomen down to his navel and back up in a slow, languid way.

Frost’s chilled body was welcome against Jack’s back. Part of Jack’s soul was made of molten fire, and as such he was always running hot to the touch. His husband’s chill brought balance and comfort. Frost’s lazy circling of his stomach had Jack releasing his own contented sigh. He loved the way Frost touched him; the easiness between them. The way their bodies fit together seemed to be stitched from Fate’s twine; written in the snow and fire. Frost’s solid presence behind Jack sent away the aches of the day, of their arduous journey, leaving only the peace found in each other.

However, as Frost continued his measured circles, up and down, the comfort shifted into an awakening. That same broad pressure that grazed against his belly made his skin more sensitive. With the stress of the day gone from his mind, his body began to stir beneath Frost’s loving movement. An itch began within the depths of his lower belly. He grew aware, increasingly sensitive, of all the places Frost was pressed against him. Jack’s eyebrows twitched behind his mask. His relaxed breathing hitched as his heart sped up its pace. Frost’s circles did not stop, nor did they speed up. His tempo stayed even. His warmed hand went up, and down. Up, and down, as though he held no heed of the desire growing within Jack. The man squirmed against Frost, displaying his discomfort. Frost’s hand still did not cease is lax rotation, however. He continued on as he ignored the pitiful mewling. Jack let out a quiet warning growl. His legs, tangled in Frost’s, jerked in a feigned kick.

“Frost.” Jack tilted his head towards where his lover nestled against his neck. He pressed his shoulder into Frost’s chest to try and gain some leverage against him.

Frost’s eyes stayed closed and relaxed in spite of Jack’s growing protest, his expression peaceful against Jack’s neck, until his lips twitched. The thin line of Frost’s lips were drawn tight together to hide his smile. It was hardly a convincing cover his underlying mischief.

“Mm.” This time, Frost planted a kiss against the collar closed around Jack’s throat. The sight of it made Jack’s legs twitch again of their own accord. It seemed to Jack, that his lover intended to torture him will gentle affection, knowing what it would do to stir him up inside. In retaliation, and because of his own desire, Jack bucked his ass back against Frost’s groin. The clumsy thrust made the hand against Jack’s belly seize him tight. The power in it held Jack in an iron grasp. His body was pressed firmly against Frost’s hips and kept there, unhurried and immobilized. The force of it just increased the tingling inside Jack, as Frost would well Know. Jack enjoyed when Frost exerted his power over him. There were not many in the world that could hold Jack so powerless, and it greatly excited him. Jack’s black painted lips parted in a pant. His chest rose and fell more rapid with his arousal.

Jack’s tongue licked as his upper lip as he tried to once more adjust his entwined legs. His wetness was an increasing distress, and he wanted to shift to find some release. The jostling only made the itch grow, though, bringing with it the acute awareness that he was very wet. The wet made the emptiness inside beckon for attention. Behind him, Frost released a loving chuckle. He was enjoying this sweet torture as much a Jack was. The vice grip that held Jack clamped painfully tight. Frost thrust forward, grinding his hardening length against his partner. The movement sent an intense sizzle of desire between them, causing a momentary loss of breath on either side.

Frost recovered first and his hand released its pressed hold against Jack. Instead, his fingers eased down past Jack’s navel. They shifted into the dense black fur that covered Jack’s groin. Frost planted more kisses against Jack collared neck, trailing a line until he had access to his shoulder. “May I?” He asked, feeling at the soft fur close to Jack’s intimates. “Yes.” Jack’s voice sounded sleepy to his own ears, despite the rousing inside him

[lenzartz]

(part 2 ) A pleased sound from behind him, and Jack felt himself pressed downward.  One of his hands, braced against the ground, held the two men up in a semi-spooning position. Jack supported more of Frost’s weight as he bared down upon him.  Frost pleasured Jack slowly, fingers gliding though the wetness, up and down, against the outside of him. His kisses were just as lazy; leisurely sucking and nipping along Jack’s shoulder blade. Frost took his time to place his too sweet, too slow kisses. He basked in the tantalizing way Jack panted and parted in response to him. He delighted in the softness as his flingers glided along swelling need. As he touched and pleased Jack, the increased heady smell of arousal changed something in Frost’s demeanor. His kisses became less patient, more ravenous things. His playful nibbles became bites, and his suckling now left a bruised line along Jack’s skin. At some point he’d begun to rock against Jack; pressing his own need up against him. Jack tried to rise to meet the thrusts, grinding their lower bodies together. It sliced through Frost’s willpower. His well earned, well-practiced patience was a dwindling puddle in the desert of his lover’s embrace. He could feel the discomfort of his own hardness as his control waned and desire ushered him. His attention was repeatedly drawn to the trail of his own sticky wetness that he was left on the fur of Jack’s behind. The sight of it made him twitch, hard, against Jack. The length of him bounced against the crack of Jack’s ass, catching between his cheeks. A muffled grunt came from Frost, his eyes lulled half closed as his vision narrowed. It took effort to remove his gaze from the sight, caught against his lover as he was. As his kisses returned to Jack’s back, they were open mouthed. The saltiness of Jack’s skin, the delicious taste of him, made Frost groan into the kiss. Frost shifted once more above Jack. He grabbed a commanding hold of Jack’s hips. His fingers dug into the skin there as he drove himself between Jack’s pressed thighs. Another harsh growl rumbled from Jack’s throat as he was jostled about.

Desperate (Part 1)

It wasn’t as though the nights were terribly cold for either of the two lovers. After a long day’s travel through too quiet woods, followed by the stink of magic siphoned villages, the camp fire they lit each night served as a consistent comforting sound and smell. The crackle was a soothing lullaby for Jack as he lay very near the burning wood; naked save for his dark half mask and collar. He enjoyed the way the smoke rolled across his bare skin, bathing him in its bitter smell. He stretched long and languid, hands extended far overhead. His animalic toes spread wide enough to unsheathe their hidden claws. His long, sun-bleached orange hair was unbound, splayed about the ground and his shoulders. Footsteps approached the little camp with a different canter than their departure earlier in the day. Heavy cloven hooves had been replaced with quiet padded footsteps as Frost returned from his walk. It was night now, the sun’s presence no longer cursing him to stay in one committed form. The Unicorn’s humanoid shape was tall and built sturdy; much the same as Jack’s own body. Frost’s skin was the same warm dark of his undercoat, his hair still the stark blue-white jagged mane. His eyes, as they fell on Jack’s lazy posture, were black and shining as they reflected the fire. Frost was naked too, Jack noted.

An indolent smile curled across Jack’s mouth as Frost approached. He made no attempt to rise and greet his husband. He kept his posture harmless and inviting, sprawled across the ground. Frost made a low heaving sigh as he crouched beside Jack. He tilted his head to one side as he observed the other man’s docile posing, drinking in the view. He reached a hand down to Jack’s stretched belly and splayed his hand out across the tan flesh. It was warm to the touch, almost hot. It soothed the chill in Frost’s fingers.

“Tired?” Frost asked.

Frost’s voice was an octave higher than Jack’s, with an pervasive goading undercurrent. His pride as a unicorn extended into his tone, despite his amiable nature.

“A bit. Lay with me?” Jack’s own voice deep and contained a breathy quality, as though he were unused to speaking. His eyes behind his mask fluttered when Frost smoothed his cold hand against him. His icy touch was a welcome chill on the burning skin of his stomach.

“Mm.”

Frost lay down beside Jack, the moist ground beneath them wetting his side. No words were needed between them for this. Countless practice over similar nights had taught the couple familiarity. They knew how the other liked to be held; that a subtle tap against a hip was a sign to adjust. Frost manipulated Jack’s body against his; his back to Frost’s chest, Jack’s buttocks warm against Frost’s hips, their legs tangled together.

Frost breathed in the smoky scent of Jack. Jack’s presence here with him was his world; his haven found within the burning body pressed up against him. He sighed out in content as he relaxed into his treasured love. Frost’s head lulled into the crook of Jack’s shoulder, his hand still splayed against the warm belly. As his eyes closed and he tilted his head into Jack’s hair, his hand made easy movements up and down the expanse of Jack’s stomach. He followed the thin line of dark hair from Jack’s abdomen down to his navel and back up in a slow, languid way.

Frost’s chilled body was welcome against Jack’s back. Part of Jack’s soul was made of molten fire, and as such he was always running hot to the touch. His husband’s chill brought balance and comfort. Frost’s lazy circling of his stomach had Jack releasing his own contented sigh. He loved the way Frost touched him; the easiness between them. The way their bodies fit together seemed to be stitched from Fate’s twine; written in the snow and fire. Frost’s solid presence behind Jack sent away the aches of the day, of their arduous journey, leaving only the peace found in each other.

However, as Frost continued his measured circles, up and down, the comfort shifted into an awakening. That same broad pressure that grazed against his belly made his skin more sensitive. With the stress of the day gone from his mind, his body began to stir beneath Frost’s loving movement. An itch began within the depths of his lower belly. He grew aware, increasingly sensitive, of all the places Frost was pressed against him. Jack’s eyebrows twitched behind his mask. His relaxed breathing hitched as his heart sped up its pace. Frost’s circles did not stop, nor did they speed up. His tempo stayed even. His warmed hand went up, and down. Up, and down, as though he held no heed of the desire growing within Jack. The man squirmed against Frost, displaying his discomfort. Frost’s hand still did not cease is lax rotation, however. He continued on as he ignored the pitiful mewling. Jack let out a quiet warning growl. His legs, tangled in Frost’s, jerked in a feigned kick.

“Frost.” Jack tilted his head towards where his lover nestled against his neck. He pressed his shoulder into Frost’s chest to try and gain some leverage against him.

Frost’s eyes stayed closed and relaxed in spite of Jack’s growing protest, his expression peaceful against Jack’s neck, until his lips twitched. The thin line of Frost’s lips were drawn tight together to hide his smile. It was hardly a convincing cover his underlying mischief.

“Mm.” This time, Frost planted a kiss against the collar closed around Jack’s throat. The sight of it made Jack’s legs twitch again of their own accord. It seemed to Jack, that his lover intended to torture him will gentle affection, knowing what it would do to stir him up inside. In retaliation, and because of his own desire, Jack bucked his ass back against Frost’s groin. The clumsy thrust made the hand against Jack’s belly seize him tight. The power in it held Jack in an iron grasp. His body was pressed firmly against Frost’s hips and kept there, unhurried and immobilized. The force of it just increased the tingling inside Jack, as Frost would well Know. Jack enjoyed when Frost exerted his power over him. There were not many in the world that could hold Jack so powerless, and it greatly excited him. Jack’s black painted lips parted in a pant. His chest rose and fell more rapid with his arousal.

Jack’s tongue licked as his upper lip as he tried to once more adjust his entwined legs. His wetness was an increasing distress, and he wanted to shift to find some release. The jostling only made the itch grow, though, bringing with it the acute awareness that he was very wet. The wet made the emptiness inside beckon for attention. Behind him, Frost released a loving chuckle. He was enjoying this sweet torture as much a Jack was. The vice grip that held Jack clamped painfully tight. Frost thrust forward, grinding his hardening length against his partner. The movement sent an intense sizzle of desire between them, causing a momentary loss of breath on either side.

Frost recovered first and his hand released its pressed hold against Jack. Instead, his fingers eased down past Jack’s navel. They shifted into the dense black fur that covered Jack’s groin. Frost planted more kisses against Jack collared neck, trailing a line until he had access to his shoulder. “May I?” He asked, feeling at the soft fur close to Jack’s intimates. “Yes.” Jack’s voice sounded sleepy to his own ears, despite the rousing inside him

[lenzartz]

Desperate (Part 1)

It wasn’t as though the nights were terribly cold for either of the two lovers. After a long day’s travel through too quiet woods, followed by the stink of magic siphoned villages, the camp fire they lit each night served as a consistent comforting sound and smell. The crackle was a soothing lullaby for Jack as he lay very near the burning wood; naked save for his dark half mask and collar. He enjoyed the way the smoke rolled across his bare skin, bathing him in its bitter smell. He stretched long and languid, hands extended far overhead. His animalic toes spread wide enough to unsheathe their hidden claws. His long, sun-bleached orange hair was unbound, splayed about the ground and his shoulders. Footsteps approached the little camp with a different canter than their departure earlier in the day. Heavy cloven hooves had been replaced with quiet padded footsteps as Frost returned from his walk. It was night now, the sun’s presence no longer cursing him to stay in one committed form. The Unicorn’s humanoid shape was tall and built sturdy; much the same as Jack’s own body. Frost’s skin was the same warm dark of his undercoat, his hair still the stark blue-white jagged mane. His eyes, as they fell on Jack’s lazy posture, were black and shining as they reflected the fire. Frost was naked too, Jack noted.

An indolent smile curled across Jack’s mouth as Frost approached. He made no attempt to rise and greet his husband. He kept his posture harmless and inviting, sprawled across the ground. Frost made a low heaving sigh as he crouched beside Jack. He tilted his head to one side as he observed the other man’s docile posing, drinking in the view. He reached a hand down to Jack’s stretched belly and splayed his hand out across the tan flesh. It was warm to the touch, almost hot. It soothed the chill in Frost’s fingers.

“Tired?” Frost asked.

Frost’s voice was an octave higher than Jack’s, with an pervasive goading undercurrent. His pride as a unicorn extended into his tone, despite his amiable nature.

“A bit. Lay with me?” Jack’s own voice deep and contained a breathy quality, as though he were unused to speaking. His eyes behind his mask fluttered when Frost smoothed his cold hand against him. His icy touch was a welcome chill on the burning skin of his stomach.

“Mm.”

Frost lay down beside Jack, the moist ground beneath them wetting his side. No words were needed between them for this. Countless practice over similar nights had taught the couple familiarity. They knew how the other liked to be held; that a subtle tap against a hip was a sign to adjust. Frost manipulated Jack’s body against his; his back to Frost’s chest, Jack’s buttocks warm against Frost’s hips, their legs tangled together.

Frost breathed in the smoky scent of Jack. Jack’s presence here with him was his world; his haven found within the burning body pressed up against him. He sighed out in content as he relaxed into his treasured love. Frost’s head lulled into the crook of Jack’s shoulder, his hand still splayed against the warm belly. As his eyes closed and he tilted his head into Jack’s hair, his hand made easy movements up and down the expanse of Jack’s stomach. He followed the thin line of dark hair from Jack’s abdomen down to his navel and back up in a slow, languid way.

Frost’s chilled body was welcome against Jack’s back. Part of Jack’s soul was made of molten fire, and as such he was always running hot to the touch. His husband’s chill brought balance and comfort. Frost’s lazy circling of his stomach had Jack releasing his own contented sigh. He loved the way Frost touched him; the easiness between them. The way their bodies fit together seemed to be stitched from Fate’s twine; written in the snow and fire. Frost’s solid presence behind Jack sent away the aches of the day, of their arduous journey, leaving only the peace found in each other.

However, as Frost continued his measured circles, up and down, the comfort shifted into an awakening. That same broad pressure that grazed against his belly made his skin more sensitive. With the stress of the day gone from his mind, his body began to stir beneath Frost’s loving movement. An itch began within the depths of his lower belly. He grew aware, increasingly sensitive, of all the places Frost was pressed against him. Jack’s eyebrows twitched behind his mask. His relaxed breathing hitched as his heart sped up its pace. Frost’s circles did not stop, nor did they speed up. His tempo stayed even. His warmed hand went up, and down. Up, and down, as though he held no heed of the desire growing within Jack. The man squirmed against Frost, displaying his discomfort. Frost’s hand still did not cease is lax rotation, however. He continued on as he ignored the pitiful mewling. Jack let out a quiet warning growl. His legs, tangled in Frost’s, jerked in a feigned kick.

“Frost.” Jack tilted his head towards where his lover nestled against his neck. He pressed his shoulder into Frost’s chest to try and gain some leverage against him.

Frost’s eyes stayed closed and relaxed in spite of Jack’s growing protest, his expression peaceful against Jack’s neck, until his lips twitched. The thin line of Frost’s lips were drawn tight together to hide his smile. It was hardly a convincing cover his underlying mischief.

“Mm.” This time, Frost planted a kiss against the collar closed around Jack’s throat. The sight of it made Jack’s legs twitch again of their own accord. It seemed to Jack, that his lover intended to torture him will gentle affection, knowing what it would do to stir him up inside. In retaliation, and because of his own desire, Jack bucked his ass back against Frost’s groin. The clumsy thrust made the hand against Jack’s belly seize him tight. The power in it held Jack in an iron grasp. His body was pressed firmly against Frost’s hips and kept there, unhurried and immobilized. The force of it just increased the tingling inside Jack, as Frost would well Know. Jack enjoyed when Frost exerted his power over him. There were not many in the world that could hold Jack so powerless, and it greatly excited him. Jack’s black painted lips parted in a pant. His chest rose and fell more rapid with his arousal.

Jack’s tongue licked as his upper lip as he tried to once more adjust his entwined legs. His wetness was an increasing distress, and he wanted to shift to find some release. The jostling only made the itch grow, though, bringing with it the acute awareness that he was very wet. The wet made the emptiness inside beckon for attention. Behind him, Frost released a loving chuckle. He was enjoying this sweet torture as much a Jack was. The vice grip that held Jack clamped painfully tight. Frost thrust forward, grinding his hardening length against his partner. The movement sent an intense sizzle of desire between them, causing a momentary loss of breath on either side.

Frost recovered first and his hand released its pressed hold against Jack. Instead, his fingers eased down past Jack’s navel. They shifted into the dense black fur that covered Jack’s groin. Frost planted more kisses against Jack collared neck, trailing a line until he had access to his shoulder. “May I?” He asked, feeling at the soft fur close to Jack’s intimates. “Yes.” Jack’s voice sounded sleepy to his own ears, despite the rousing inside him