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[caipirinha]

my character gets into bed with yours, or vice versa;
what happens?
have you crawled under the covers for some friendly
cuddles, or are your intentions not so innocent?
are you planning some form of practical joke, or are
you just plain drunk?
maybe you just have no idea what's going on.

( adapted from the plurk meme! )

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[influential]

[ Ogmios leans into the touch below his ear with a low hum of appreciation, the skin of his thigh tingling beneath Eros' touch, even though hand and leg are separated by a layer of fabric. He is momentarily distracted, like a pleased cat, before he opens his eyes once again to look over the other god's face in the dark, vision finally adjusting better to the light (or lack of it). He smiles, in a habitually broad manner, as if privy to a secret no one else knows, even though his thoughts are rarely kept secret for very long. ]

About your ever wandering hands. About your effortless, soothing company, [ he pauses just for a moment, turning and shifting his head to press a light kiss to Eros' wrist ] and how I haven't had the chance to enjoy that company for a while. [ There's nothing even faintly accusatory in his tone; it's just a statement of fact, that they hadn't seen each other in a while. ] Hence the pleasant surprise.

[hugsandkisses]

I wouldn't want to disappoint you seeing as you love my company so much!

[The brief flash of a toothy grin is in response to those lips against his wrist, eyelids fluttering shut for the barest of moments of enjoyment before he's moving again. Half of the reason there's never a dull moment with Eros is that he finds it verging on impossible to stay still, even for a second. He constantly needs to be moving and active, especially in bed, and Ogmios' greeting has given him all the permission he thinks he needs to make the most of this particular liaison.]

I've brought you a present too. [His lips gentle graze the curve of Ogmios' ear from the position he's taken up, both knees planted into the bed either side of the other god's hips and hands wrapped gently around his face. Without warning and in a complete abuse of his own powers, rose petals start raining down from the ceiling, Eros' smile amused and mouth finally pressing a line down towards Ogmios' collarbone.]