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[pickinurpockets]

The Scent of Spring Meme--Version SSpring is on the way! You find yourself in a beautiful garden, sun shining and air warm and scented with soil and fresh growth. It's shaping up to be a beautiful day, with the creek nearby, the birds chirping, the tulips blooming, and the lovely mansion behind you. You hear people behind you, coming from the

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[hirac_utzum]

[Oh look, some strange object has turned Elfangor into a girl again. Cue bemusement as he notices the changes. He can't quite help the faint, disbelieving laugh as he mutters to himself,] First cupcakes, now flowers...

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt's possibly not as surprised as he ought to be that his boyfriend is suddenly his girlfriend, again. He just grins, and holds up the flower he's just picked.]

Hey. Have you ever seen an orange tulip before?

in ur base, stealin' ur 2. XD

[hirac_utzum]

Mm, yes, but only on rare occasion, and I suspect that it was more of a burnt gold than actual orange.

[As he says this he leans forward to breathe in the scent--which he realizes a scant moment later might not have been the wisest thing to do, given what happened the last time he sniffed at a strange flower.

He tugs at his arms which are now inexplicably tied behind his back by... some sort of cord? For a moment he struggles almost frantically at it, more out of surprise than true alarm, hair tumbling into his face from the sudden movement.]

Well, that's-- interesting.

:O /rolls a 3 instead XD

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt... agrees with that sentiment. Then he feels bad for finding this more intriguing than worrying.]

Hang on, lemme just--

[Distracted as he is by Elfangor's new assets, and a sweet smell he's pretty sure isn't coming from the flowers so much as his-- her hair, he tries to admire said assets while tugging at the cord, and ends up on the ground, with a faceful of yellow tulip.

He sneezes. And blushes. Of course. And suddenly, he doesn't feel bad at all for finding this all very interesting, and gives Elfangor's jeans a meaningful tug.]

You should be down here.

[hirac_utzum]

[Elfangor can't help but laugh when Matt tumbles down into the flowers.

He gives another experimental tug at his unexpected bindings. Enough give that he can move comfortably, but not enough to make much of an attempt at escape.]

Hmm, I don't know... [But it's a teasing quirk of a grin that he offers with that, to say You'll have to pull me down there yourself.]

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt doesn't hesitate to give the jeans a much more forceful tug; he needs Elfangor with him now, and that slanted grin just spurs him on more.]

I haven't forgotten the last time you were a girl, y'know.

[hirac_utzum]

[Oh, that reminder alone (and the promise therein?) is enough to send a wave of heat up Elfangor's spine, and he gives in to that pull, lets Matt drag him down, and lays next to him. Arms still pinned behind his back, but he fights against it to press up closer to Matt, breaths becoming heavy already from anticipation.]

And what exactly do you remember? [He hooks an ankle around Matt's thigh, brushing his leg teasingly up and down, determined to drive Matt crazy as best he can even when indisposed like this.]

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt loops an arm around Elfangor's waist and pulls him even closer, that teasing drag over his leg making him squirm a little as he does. He hasn't exactly forgotten how temptingly soft he is when he's a girl, but remembering's one thing, and having him right here is another matter entirely. He hums, as if considering the question, pops a button on Elfangor's shirt, and dips his head to brush a kiss over his throat.]

Certain... limitations no longer applying?

[hirac_utzum]

[God, he can feel that hum vibrating all through his skin, heat suffusing his face as he lets out a half-choked moan, arching into that fleeting touch.] O-oh, fuck, yes--

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt slants a grin up at Elfangor, and pops another button.]

Think we can break that record?

[Logistics are going to be a problem soon. Elfangor's still taller, just taller by less, but Matt can lift him enough to shift him to be on top, and pulls him close once he has, arching up, loving how they still somehow fit together perfectly.]

That's better.

[hirac_utzum]

[With his arms still bound behind him, Elfangor has limited options in how to balance himself--but any thoughts to that effect flee when Matt arches up against him, and he can only let out a gasping whimper, laying flush against Matt's chest, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder. Even so, he can probably still feel the heat radiating from his face at the though of record-breaking.]

I, oh-- [Words, Elfangor, use them.] Lost track of just how many times... [Which, granted, was easy enough to do. He darts out his tongue to wet his lips, can't resist licking at Matt's throat as well.]

[mightstealyrcar]

I think it was five.

[This is a murmur, as Matt tips his head to the side.

But only for a moment; there are too many goddamn clothes in the way, and Matt wants them gone now. He makes quick work of the rest of the buttons of Elfangor's shirt, slides his hands down to his waist, then back up, to cup his breasts under the fabric. Not so weird, this time, to feel a body that's absolutely female, but know it's his boyfriend in there.]

I kinda like this. Knowing I can do anything I want to you...

[hirac_utzum]

[Oh, fuck, was it really that many? It seems impossible now, when he can already feel his pulse hammering in his ears at Matt's words, and that insistent pulsing lower as well... Elfangor grinds down against Matt, moaning, arching into his touch. He can practically feel the possessiveness echoing through that contact of skin on skin, and it sends a delicious thrill up his spine.]

What-- Oh, what are you going to do? [He stares down at Matt, a keen hunger in his eyes as he waits to see just what he chooses to do with him.]

Oh yeah, rated R, like that isn't a given with these two :D

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt noses the shirt aside and nuzzles in, taking a soft inhale; shifts over to lick a slow circle around a nipple.]

Mmm, I owe you some teasing, don't I?

[Not that he thinks he'll be able to stand teasing for long, not when he can't keep his hands from drifting lower, fingertips brushing over ribs, over Elfangor's stomach, to toy with the edge of the jeans.] You feel so hot already...

[hirac_utzum]

[Elfangor whimpers at that teasing press of tongue and bites his lip, wishing his hands were free so that he could pull off Matt's clothes, feel his skin under his hands, and oh, the inability to do so is absolutely maddening.]

Oh, I wanna touch you... [He shivers at that graze of fingers, needs more of it, more skinheatpressure, anything, everything.] Matt, please, fuck-- [He trails off into a whine, hips rolling in a mindless desperation to get closer.]

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt arches up, giving a keening moan that means, I want you to touch me, too, but a tug at the bindings tells him they're not going anywhere. He can make the best of this situation.

The jeans are loose enough around Elfangor's waist now that Matt can slip his hand beneath the waistband, and he huffs a quiet laugh to discover the boxer briefs still there. Then he's pressing up closer still, kissing his way over to tease at the other nipple with tongue and teeth, working his hand down into the briefs until he gasps at the heat.]