It will be until they can play nice again and who knows when that'll happen. Listen the wolves are good but you don't go into other people's turf and demand anything. They would've gotten shot up if they were in Ketterdam. But now WE have to suffer for their dick size contest.
I'm still not entirely sure what their complaint was in the first place.
I know. I love the Horizon, I'm there nightly. But as real as it feels, I always know it's not. There's something different about being in the real world together. And we only got it the one weekend anyhow.
They were made Ikorr wouldn't give their personal artifact over because it was dangerous, but I'm like, don't demand shit from people, maybe try to diplomacy that out. Then the rest of us wouldn't be in the middle of your drama. I think we forget sometimes they're just as bad about that as Thorne and the Free Cities.
All governments are the same. They're all just strutting about, trying to be the loudest in the play yard. Be they man, wolf, or other. And they'd all rather pass responsibility on to someone else.
I suppose in the meantime we'll just have to make sure we get in even more Horizon time, to make up for it. But I am in agreement, this had best not last long.
Yeah like why were we even consulted in such a big thing? As if we know better or should make choices for the entire continent. So weird. I'm not very into the Summoned being asked to take stands on things like this.
Perfect time for the Horizon to be acting weird too. UGH. I just want to make love to my boyfriend is asking too much.
And why were we asked during a wild fete? I was so far gone I didn't even know what I was being asked! I was there to drink and smoke strange things and fuck strangers, not mediate in a political crisis!
Apparently it is. Least it's just mad weather, I suppose.
Most of them should be fine, but I'll take you up on that for Gizmo. Poor fellow's a wreck. Just make sure he can't get at any food or water, they don't agree with him.
"You know I never let those marks leave me." Jesper wears them proudly. Maybe with mixed company he doesn't, out of respect for their sensibilities, but they're there under illusions. He grips Kaz's thighs and flips them, teleporting them right in time for him to drop his husband back onto the bed in Jesper's room. Technically all three of them have their own rooms, in case of private needs with other people or to do their own things. Jesper's is covered in paintings and sketches of fashion, half of it taken up by a closet of endless clothes.
"Was that a suggestion or a request?" He says with a mischievous grin. Jesper still has his abilities so he simply vanishes Kaz's remaining clothes, turning them into nothing more than threads that he can remake later. He takes his time because Jesper likes to torment his lover and take advantage of every bit of skin he can get his mouth on. Sometimes he gets so hungry he can't wait another minute though. He's not there yet. His mouth travels down Kaz's neck and to his torso, licking his nipples again and sucking on them until they're hard.
Jesper goes down and down until he's kissing each of Kaz's hips and into the soft skin between his hips and the prize he wants. He can feel the heat radiating off his husband and no matter how many times they do this, he loves the feel of him. He proves exactly that by nuzzling his cock and smelling him, breathing in his hot flesh, intentionally not touching him more than that. His mouth is right next to it and yet he doesn't turn that tiny amount of space to put his lips on Kaz.
"Did you want something, Kaz?" Jesper smiles and the movement of his lips does barely brush his lips into Kaz's cock, but he does nothing more than that for now. He does love to make him beg. He encourages Kaz's legs apart and calls a particularly good lube he made himself, one that stimulates in a nice tingly way all on its own. Technically they don't need prep as they're gods, but it's fun all on its own.
Jesper does believe they have forever. There is no reason for him to think otherwise. None of them age. The other gods as far as he can tell have been here for thousands of years, as far back as many mortals know, so he assumes they'll keep going and only get stronger with time. Then again, the older gods eventually started to get less active with the mortals, so he doesn't know if that will become more natural with time. For now, the former Summoned are too close to the world to back away.
"I am truly an excellent boyfriend, you're right." He smiles and kisses Koby deeply, considering all of his lovers some form of romantic entanglement. Jesper doesn't make limitations on the way he feels for other people and he doesn't treat anyone truly like fair weather lover or someone temporary. Even the mortals he sometimes dallies with feel like they mean something to him.
He strips out of the rest of his clothes and moves on top of him, taking Koby's hands and pinning them over his head. He holds both wrists with one hand, the other one moving down his body, fingers only need to touch once for the threads of Koby's remaining clothes to unravel around him. His original powerset was that and he used to unmake and remake clothes as easily as a caress.
"What do you want from me, now that you're home, dear one? What can I give you?" Jesper likes to give until there is nothing left of him, nuzzling Koby's neck, kissing the skin there. He's so pretty and petite compared to Jesper, and he loves that.
"Mmmm-hm, excellent," Koby mumbles against Jesper's lips, the warm, bright starlight emanating from him flaring brighter at the word boyfriend, even after all this time. One thing that did decrease with time was Koby's awkwardness around the word, around the prospect of romantic connections in general. After several centuries, the rigid categories he'd had for so long had definitely relaxed -- for things like good and evil, but also for what it meant to love adn be loved. Time apart doesn't nullify the fact that here, in Jesper's bed, in his arms, Koby is his, body and soul and heart. It also doesn't make him any less part of the others he's loved over the years, Summoned and human alike -- nor do Jesper's other lovers make Koby doubt that his affection, his devotion is real.
So he pulls Jesper closer, eagerly, tracing the shape of his face, hands trailing down his neck until they're pulled away, pinned in place, making Koby's breath catch in his throat. Even with godlike powers, he's still slight, delicate compared to Jesper, and while he'd never actually want to leave this exact spot, the fact that he can so easily be held in place makes Koby shiver all over. Maybe he likes a little bit of being bossed around, still, okay. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
The familiar feel of his clothes unmaking around him also gets a pleased, eager shiver, Koby's hands curling and uncurling into fists, whole body arching up to try and press against Jesper's. All of eternity and he's still impatient, still greedy. "E-Everything." It's shivery, eager, accompanied by Koby tilting his head back, exposing more of his throat. He's a bit shameless about it too, body starlight-warm to the touch, slightly amorphous until Koby focuses, corporealizes himself.
Being made of starlight means he can fairly easily alter his physical shape, chest smooth or rounded, hips narrow or curved. Subtle changes, practiced over the centuries, though Koby often just defaults to how he was when he and Jesper first met. When he was touched for the first time, when Jesper firmly told him that nothing about his anatomy made him less of a man, when Koby's deepest-held insecurities melted away. It's this shape he has now, legs spread to bracket Jesper's hips, shivery and eager and ready. "But, um. Start with g-getting inside me, please. Now."
Jesper loves his friends and his lovers and when they happen to be both of those things combined, it's even better. He is a firm believer that a backdrop of friendship makes for the very best romances. The fact the two of them could hang out without sex, that they genuinely enjoy each other's company, makes their lovemaking all the more secure. He never wants anyone to believe he is just there for the sex. He could have spent hours of the two of them talking, and perhaps they'll have exactly that when the lust wears down, so Koby can talk about what he's been going through. First though, they're too keyed up. They need relief first.
Jesper doesn't care what body parts his lovers have. At this point in his long god life, he's had sex with non-humans too, with gods of all sizes and shapes as well as other species. But it's not a reflection of the divinity, he's always been bendy that way. It was his pleasure to reassure the sweet and uncertain Koby once upon a time, not quite understanding the entire situation as he's always been so certain of himself, but he soothed in the ways that mattered.
"So wet so quick for me, hmm, darling?" Jesper laughs and positions himself between his thighs. He only has to dip his cock in a little to be certain of that, very thoughtful when it comes to sex. Koby is ready, no doubt about that, so he brackets his arms on either side of him and pushes slow and sweet into him. Being lower down to him like this means it is easy to kiss him at the same time as he fills him. It's been some time so he doesn't want to go straight to banging, he wants Koby to enjoy the reminder of what Jesper being inside of him feels like.
"Fuck." He presses their foreheads together, taking a moment or two to breathe through the pleasure of it, nuzzling his nose. Koby surrounds him and he drags in and out of him, breathing in deeply. "I did really miss you, baby."
I've no idea how much you recall of our little eight hundred year shared hallucination, however - I remember that you were quite kind to me, perhaps even when I had done nothing to deserve such kindness. If you recall none of this, well, there's no need to reply to this message. I only wanted to say - thank you.
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