bakerstreet | The Night In Jail Meme

Current Mood: restless

Entry tags:

The Night In Jail Meme

No matter how careful you are, no matter how good you try to be--well, sometimes things just happen. Maybe you need to fudge a few little rules for the greater good, or maybe you're a full-time villain with no regrets. Either way, everyone has to slip up sometime--and this time, there just so happened to be law enforcement involved to catch you as you fell. What happened to get you into this fiasco, and how will you cope?

Warning: This meme deals with criminal activity and confinement, and has the potential to get into explicit detail. Please be aware of any triggers you may have concerning subjects like these, and make sure to state any preferences you may have.

How to play:
1. Respond to this post with your characters--be sure to put their name and canon in the subject line, and include any preferences you may have.
2. Feel free to set up the scene yourself, or leave it to those who respond to you.
3. Click here to select a crime, and here to select a scene, or go to the RNG site and roll your own numbers.
4. Start playing! AUs and canon-blending alike are highly encouraged, as is characters who actually are cops or lawyers tagging around and getting to strut their stuff.

Crime

1. I fought The Law, and The Law won: You really don't mess around, do you? You're running right up against the law and government in its purest form. Did you try to resist arrest? Flee probation? Conspire to commit treason against the government? Maybe you didn't even do anything wrong, and you're being unlawfully held with no warrant, no conviction, and no hope of a fair trial. However it happened, it looks like you're in dire straits.

2. Civil disobedience: Fight the Man! You represent the will of the people! You're a political prisoner, and you regret nothing, even if the authorities are abusing their power and position. Whether you were organizing a peaceful protest, or engaging in a little ideologically-motivated terrorism, you're out to prove a point and ensure that justice will be served in the end.

3. No entry: You really shouldn't have gone in there, should you? Whether it was simple tresspassing, forcible breaking and entering, outright burglary, or just sneaking into an abandoned building, you've been caught somewhere you have no right to be.

4. Up with your sticky hands, this is a fuck-up!: So, what caught your eye? Some smug fat cat who needs to learn the meaning of charity? A bank or jewelry store that didn't seem to have surveillance? Vital medical equipment you just couldn't afford? Whether it was armed robbery or a more hands-off theft, you've taken what doesn't belong to you.

5. Let's take this outside: That was one hell of a fight! Who won? Hopefully you gave as good as you got. And hopefully the other guy is doing just as much time as you are. Assault, public brawling, illegal use of firearms, or even self-defense gone wrong--as long as it's violent, you're going to have a hard time explaining yourself to the police that pulled you out and patched you up.

6. Hit list: Sometimes, just roughing someone up isn't enough. Sometimes, a more permanent solution is needed. Cold-blooded murder plots, a struggle gone too far in the heat of the moment, or perhaps just a terrible accident on the highway--however it happened, you've ended another person's life.

7. Superheroics don't pay: Not your average criminal, are you? No, you're the sort who should really be dealt with by special forces, not your work-a-day beat officers. Maybe you're a diabolical supervillain whose scheme got foiled, (again) or you shouldn't be here at all--you were the guy in the cape trying to save the city! The citizens, however, don't seem to appreciate the fact that your heroic defense included large explosions, vast collateral damage, or dozens of innocent lives being held in the balance to bait you into coming to fight your archnemesis. Maybe you and your cellmate were the two super-powers slugging it out, or maybe you're master and sidekick, but one thing is for sure--no normal jail cell can hold you. Unluckily for you, it seems this prison was well-prepared.

8. Organized crime: So, are you the criminal mastermind orchestrating illicit operations all over the city? Are you a much-abused mook who just happens to work for this sadistic madman for a living? Maybe you're a mercenary hitman, or just a kneecap-breaker and debt collector. Whatever your position, you're not one to operate in a vacuum, and it looks like you've made one wrong step too many. Hopefully your colleagues will get you out safely--if you don't sell them out first.

9. White collar crime: A bit too sophisticated for dirtying your hands, are you? You know your way around the business world, and you know how to make it give you exactly what you want. Money laundering, embezzlement, corporate espionage..... so long as it involves a respectable workplace, there's a good chance you've got a hand in it. Did your boss finally find you out?

10. Indecent exposure: .....Wow. Uh. W-would you like a coat? Maybe you decided to streak for some reason, maybe you decided to skinny dip in a public fountain, maybe you couldn't find any covering for your walk of shame, or maybe you and your lover got caught in an intimate position in public, but whatever happened, you've bared it all to the wrong eyes.

11. Bad trip: You smoked what? And they found you where? Whether you were selling, using, or simply in possession of them, you've been caught with some illegal drugs. Drunk driving, sharing a joint with some friends, or maybe doing some of the harder stuff--you'll have a while behind bars to come crashing down and face the music.

12. Goddamned kids!: It isn't like this crime had a victim! Really. All you did was throw bricks through a few windows, or set fire to an abandoned warehouse, or spray paint graffiti onto public property, or maybe egg and toilet paper some loser's house. Whether you were vandalizing things, disturbing the peace, or just up to miscellaneous criminal mischief, you must have had bad luck to get caught by an officer having a lousy day.

13. Drunken shenanigans: Well, it looks like somebody had a wild night! You might be high-fiving your partner in crime and reveling in just how awesome that stunt you pulled was, you may be terribly hung over and regretting every second of your escapades, or you might not even remember what in the world you did to get locked up to begin with. Here's hoping it was at least fun enough to be worth the trouble you've gotten yourself into.

14: This isn't what it looks like! You've got the wrong guy!: Wow, it must really suck to be you. Either you were an accomplice who was thrown under the bus to take the punishment for everyone else, you were framed for a crime you didn't commit, there's a serious case of mistaken identity going on, or you were just some innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. Hopefully you can convince them of your innocence before it's too late.

15. Sweating the small stuff: Who shoved a stick up that officer's ass? Seriously, who gets arrested for littering? Or jaywalking? Or smoking at a bus stop? This is beyond ridiculous. Maybe if you can talk to some other, hopefully sane officer, you can get this whole mess straightened out.

16. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant: Got the perfect crime in mind? Don't see your offense listed above? Mix n' match, choose which you want, or create your own!

Scene

1. Caught red handed: Oh, now you've done it. The sack of money is still in your hand, or the body is still in your trunk, or maybe you reek so badly of alcohol they sniffed you out from a block away. What'll you do, now that there's no denying what you've done?

2. On the run: Whether it's a high-speed car chase, trying to climb a chain link fence, or a grueling crawl through the sewer system, you're trying to evade justice. Hope you're good at thinking on your feet!

3. Busted: No getting out of it this time. You're getting a very thorough patdown, being handcuffed, and stuffed into the back of the patrol car. The arrest is in progress, and there's nothing you can do about it.

4. Police interrogation: Down in the station, this is your one chance to persuade them of your innocence--or have them crack your resolve and make you spill everything you know. Are they playing good cop and bad cop with you? Using illegal torture methods? Does anyone even know you're here, or are these a different sort of police entirely?

5. Guard and prisoner: The arrest and crime alike are definitely past you now. Now you've got to deal with the people holding your life in your hands for the long haul. Maybe if you're lucky, or persuasive, or just have something to bribe them with, they'll be inclined to make your life a little easier.

6. I want a lawyer!: Even a prisoner has rights, after all. You've been allowed some legal counsel, so you'd better make the best of it. Just how sympathetic are they? Do you trust them to do you any good? Or are they just one more of law enforcement's dogs?

7. Cellmates: It looks like you two are going to be roommates for a long, long time, whether you know each other or not--better make yourselves comfortable and get acquainted. Who knows some party games?

8. Your one phone call: You're in it up to your ears, now. Who will you turn to, with only one chance to contact the outside world? Will they come in to bail you out, or let you suffer the consequences of your actions?

9. Visiting hours: Awww, someone came to keep you company? How sweet! Hopefully they didn't come just to laugh at your misfortune.

10. The Great Escape: Maybe you and your cellmate are plotting to break out, or maybe a friend on the outside has come to rescue you--either way, you're busting out of this joint. Freedom!

11. Who was that masked man, anyway?: Got an idea for a scenario or relationship you can't see on here? Go wild!

<center><big><big><big><big><big>The Night In Jail Meme</big></big></big></big></big></center>

No matter how careful you are, no matter how good you try to be--well, sometimes things just happen. Maybe you need to fudge a few little rules for the greater good, or maybe you're a full-time villain with no regrets. Either way, everyone has to slip up sometime--and this time, there just so happened to be law enforcement involved to catch you as you fell. What happened to get you into this fiasco, and how will you cope?

Warning: This meme deals with criminal activity and confinement, and has the potential to get into explicit detail. Please be aware of any triggers you may have concerning subjects like these, and make sure to state any preferences you may have.

<cut text="Looks like I'm doing time, framed for another crime; lost all my innocence in the shameless sin of a broken mind.....">
How to play:
1. Respond to this post with your characters--be sure to put their name and canon in the subject line, and include any preferences you may have.
2. Feel free to set up the scene yourself, or leave it to those who respond to you.
3. Click <a href="http://www.random.org/integers/?num=1&min=1&max=16&col=5&base=10&format=html&rnd=new">here</a> to select a crime, and <a href="http://www.random.org/integers/?num=1&min=1&max=11&col=5&base=10&format=html&rnd=new">here</a> to select a scene, or go to the RNG site and roll your own numbers.
4. Start playing! AUs and canon-blending alike are highly encouraged, as is characters who actually are cops or lawyers tagging around and getting to strut their stuff.

Crime

1. I fought The Law, and The Law won: You really don't mess around, do you? You're running right up against the law and government in its purest form. Did you try to resist arrest? Flee probation? Conspire to commit treason against the government? Maybe you didn't even do anything wrong, and you're being unlawfully held with no warrant, no conviction, and no hope of a fair trial. However it happened, it looks like you're in dire straits.

2. Civil disobedience: Fight the Man! You represent the will of the people! You're a political prisoner, and you regret nothing, even if the authorities are abusing their power and position. Whether you were organizing a peaceful protest, or engaging in a little ideologically-motivated terrorism, you're out to prove a point and ensure that justice will be served in the end.

3. No entry: You really shouldn't have gone in there, should you? Whether it was simple tresspassing, forcible breaking and entering, outright burglary, or just sneaking into an abandoned building, you've been caught somewhere you have no right to be.

4. Up with your sticky hands, this is a fuck-up!: So, what caught your eye? Some smug fat cat who needs to learn the meaning of charity? A bank or jewelry store that didn't seem to have surveillance? Vital medical equipment you just couldn't afford? Whether it was armed robbery or a more hands-off theft, you've taken what doesn't belong to you.

5. Let's take this outside: That was one hell of a fight! Who won? Hopefully you gave as good as you got. And hopefully the other guy is doing just as much time as you are. Assault, public brawling, illegal use of firearms, or even self-defense gone wrong--as long as it's violent, you're going to have a hard time explaining yourself to the police that pulled you out and patched you up.

6. Hit list: Sometimes, just roughing someone up isn't enough. Sometimes, a more permanent solution is needed. Cold-blooded murder plots, a struggle gone too far in the heat of the moment, or perhaps just a terrible accident on the highway--however it happened, you've ended another person's life.

7. Superheroics don't pay: Not your average criminal, are you? No, you're the sort who should really be dealt with by special forces, not your work-a-day beat officers. Maybe you're a diabolical supervillain whose scheme got foiled, (again) or you shouldn't be here at all--you were the guy in the cape trying to save the city! The citizens, however, don't seem to appreciate the fact that your heroic defense included large explosions, vast collateral damage, or dozens of innocent lives being held in the balance to bait you into coming to fight your archnemesis. Maybe you and your cellmate were the two super-powers slugging it out, or maybe you're master and sidekick, but one thing is for sure--no normal jail cell can hold you. Unluckily for you, it seems this prison was well-prepared.

8. Organized crime: So, are you the criminal mastermind orchestrating illicit operations all over the city? Are you a much-abused mook who just happens to work for this sadistic madman for a living? Maybe you're a mercenary hitman, or just a kneecap-breaker and debt collector. Whatever your position, you're not one to operate in a vacuum, and it looks like you've made one wrong step too many. Hopefully your colleagues will get you out safely--if you don't sell them out first.

9. White collar crime: A bit too sophisticated for dirtying your hands, are you? You know your way around the business world, and you know how to make it give you exactly what you want. Money laundering, embezzlement, corporate espionage..... so long as it involves a respectable workplace, there's a good chance you've got a hand in it. Did your boss finally find you out?

10. Indecent exposure: .....Wow. Uh. W-would you like a coat? Maybe you decided to streak for some reason, maybe you decided to skinny dip in a public fountain, maybe you couldn't find any covering for your walk of shame, or maybe you and your lover got caught in an intimate position in public, but whatever happened, you've bared it all to the wrong eyes.

11. Bad trip: You smoked what? And they found you where? Whether you were selling, using, or simply in possession of them, you've been caught with some illegal drugs. Drunk driving, sharing a joint with some friends, or maybe doing some of the harder stuff--you'll have a while behind bars to come crashing down and face the music.

12. Goddamned kids!: It isn't like this crime had a victim! Really. All you did was throw bricks through a few windows, or set fire to an abandoned warehouse, or spray paint graffiti onto public property, or maybe egg and toilet paper some loser's house. Whether you were vandalizing things, disturbing the peace, or just up to miscellaneous criminal mischief, you must have had bad luck to get caught by an officer having a lousy day.

13. Drunken shenanigans: Well, it looks like somebody had a wild night! You might be high-fiving your partner in crime and reveling in just how awesome that stunt you pulled was, you may be terribly hung over and regretting every second of your escapades, or you might not even remember what in the world you did to get locked up to begin with. Here's hoping it was at least fun enough to be worth the trouble you've gotten yourself into.

14: This isn't what it looks like! You've got the wrong guy!: Wow, it must really suck to be you. Either you were an accomplice who was thrown under the bus to take the punishment for everyone else, you were framed for a crime you didn't commit, there's a serious case of mistaken identity going on, or you were just some innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. Hopefully you can convince them of your innocence before it's too late.

15. Sweating the small stuff: Who shoved a stick up that officer's ass? Seriously, who gets arrested for littering? Or jaywalking? Or smoking at a bus stop? This is beyond ridiculous. Maybe if you can talk to some other, hopefully sane officer, you can get this whole mess straightened out.

16. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant: Got the perfect crime in mind? Don't see your offense listed above? Mix n' match, choose which you want, or create your own!

Scene

1. Caught red handed: Oh, now you've done it. The sack of money is still in your hand, or the body is still in your trunk, or maybe you reek so badly of alcohol they sniffed you out from a block away. What'll you do, now that there's no denying what you've done?

2. On the run: Whether it's a high-speed car chase, trying to climb a chain link fence, or a grueling crawl through the sewer system, you're trying to evade justice. Hope you're good at thinking on your feet!

3. Busted: No getting out of it this time. You're getting a very thorough patdown, being handcuffed, and stuffed into the back of the patrol car. The arrest is in progress, and there's nothing you can do about it.

4. Police interrogation: Down in the station, this is your one chance to persuade them of your innocence--or have them crack your resolve and make you spill everything you know. Are they playing good cop and bad cop with you? Using illegal torture methods? Does anyone even know you're here, or are these a different sort of police entirely?

5. Guard and prisoner: The arrest and crime alike are definitely past you now. Now you've got to deal with the people holding your life in your hands for the long haul. Maybe if you're lucky, or persuasive, or just have something to bribe them with, they'll be inclined to make your life a little easier.

6. I want a lawyer!: Even a prisoner has rights, after all. You've been allowed some legal counsel, so you'd better make the best of it. Just how sympathetic are they? Do you trust them to do you any good? Or are they just one more of law enforcement's dogs?

7. Cellmates: It looks like you two are going to be roommates for a long, long time, whether you know each other or not--better make yourselves comfortable and get acquainted. Who knows some party games?

8. Your one phone call: You're in it up to your ears, now. Who will you turn to, with only one chance to contact the outside world? Will they come in to bail you out, or let you suffer the consequences of your actions?

9. Visiting hours: Awww, someone came to keep you company? How sweet! Hopefully they didn't come just to laugh at your misfortune.

10. The Great Escape: Maybe you and your cellmate are plotting to break out, or maybe a friend on the outside has come to rescue you--either way, you're busting out of this joint. Freedom!

11. Who was that masked man, anyway?: Got an idea for a scenario or relationship you can't see on here? Go wild!</cut>

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Fuck you! That hurts!" Reynard tried to twist his arms away, but the cuffs were already closed. He snarled and bared his teeth, but that did happen to be considerably less impressive when he wasn't able to actually do anything about it.

"We can get you a muzzle, too."

Reynard glared, but quickly schooled his impression to smile at the fae instead. "Won't be needed. Thank you for your consideration."

"Let's see whether you still talk so pretty at your trial."

He wasn't too worried about that, talking pretty at trials was like a defining trait for him. "And when I do and when I get out then you'll learn to regret. I'm good at giving that lesson."

"Or you'll hang. Personally, I hope you two annoy each other to death."

"Two?"

The question didn't get answered, the door slamming shut behind him. Reynard could answer his own question soon enough though and he smiled at the sight of Puck, suddenly seeming less put out and quite happy again.

"Long time no see and now I see you like this. Been better, have you?"

He was sitting on a thin mattress on the floor that had apparently been serving as his bed, long legs stretched out in front of him and back leaned against the wall. He'd been here for a few days already, and stubble shaded his chin and cheeks. Combined with his toussled hair and the fact that he was wearing fae clothing rather than the human fashion of the modern age, it all made him look a bit more like Bran than Robin. A bit more the wounded bard than the smooth trickster.

The smile he gave Reynard, however, was all Puck.

"I'm the other way around. Been worse."

"You look pathetic," Reynard informed him in charming honesty, before walking over to him and crouching down. He would have rather had his hands free, but he could work on that later. For now he sat on Robin's lap, clearly having every right, and pressed his nose against the other's neck, staking a claim and getting to know his scent once more at the same time.

"I've been worse and I've been better, but I think of all captors I've had, your kind's the most annoying."

The fox could probably feel rather clearly the small chuckle that vibrated through the sprite as he put his arms around Reynard as a gesture of welcome, then.
"Only my kind by half."
At times like these he got very particular about his human heritage. "The annoying one."

A hand slid up the other man's back until he could grab a fistful of hair and gently tug Reynard's face away from his neck so he could look at him. "So what did you do to get them to annoy you like this?"

"Oh, I couldn't ever forget, Bran, that mortal note that makes you all the sweeter." He made a small sound when his hair was grabbed, though it was more pleased then annoyed, since the tug was gentle. Reynard looked at him and shrugged, busily twisting his hands to get them free.

"I might have borrowed a few things from them, then they were stolen from me in exchange for money and then I spent that money on a few items to be used on them and now suddenly I'm blamed for things that, at the very least, are entirely coincidentally somehow connected to what I have done."

He shrugged and licked across Robin's lip. "Meanwhile, you missed me."

The frown at being called by his old name lasted for only the briefest of moments. It was the name Reynard had come to know him under. The fox could hardly be blamed for the fact that Robin would rather have Bran be as dead as all the things that had made him the man he once was. Especially not since he'd been the one to mention his human half in the first place.

He flinched away from the lick, but with a smile. "Whyever would I have missed you? And you find all things sweet if they please you. Most of them aren't."

Was he going to help Reynard get loose? No. He rather enjoyed having him restrained, and he was a clever enough escape artist that he didn't need Puck's help anyway.

That just made Reynard lick his cheek instead, Robin should know better. He was doing his best to get loose, never much of a fan of being restrained, but too proud to even consider asking Robin for help - especially since he was sure he could get out by himself.

"They are, they are, at least to me and I value my opinion, personally."

He laughed, not very hurt, and shrugged. "Why would you not have missed me? I'm gorgeous, I'm thrilling, I'm fun and...ah, the rhyme would be a bit too blunt, I suppose."

Reynard let his eyes travel over him. "You've been here too long already."

Really, what was with the licking? Robin turned his head again to press hiss lips against Reynard's. Might as well keep that tongue busy somewhere more enjoyable, though one does unfortunately have to take a break from such things if one wishes to speak.

"I get stabbed a little less when you're not around. And no need to mother me, it was worth it."

That was just fine, too. Reynard kissed back, shifting a bit to keep his balance. Damn it, he needed his hands. He tried to chase the kiss when Robin broke it, then settled on just watching him, smiling at his words.

"Oh, I'd never want to mother you, Robin, dearest, I love you in too unplatonic ways." Reynard rubbed his head against his shoulder for a moment, then chuckled. "Captivity makes you grumpy. What did you do this time?"

"Not a fan of keeping it in the family? Can't say I blame you."

He raised an eyebrow at the man sitting in his lap.

"Don't tell me you wouldn't get a bit testy if you'd been in here alone for more than... oh, shall we say five minutes?"

And because he'd been very much alone in this uninspiring he kissed Reynard some more before continuing. Of course he'd missed the fox, but he was hardly going to admit to it when Rey had made such a smug declaration.

"I may or may not have used the powers that were given to me when I was madea Puck to cause some dissent in a certain Court. At least they think I did, and that enough is worth spending a while in jail for."

"I don't remember much in the way of parents and siblings, my children are rather too young, last I saw them, and doing it with your wife, that's just improper."

Reynard smirked and shrugged. "I would be throwing myself against the walls already. But instead they've provided me with the most wondrous of them all and I shall see fit to say my thanks when next I get a chance."

He leaned away for a moment, balancing on the balls of his feet as he concentrated on the cuffs and finally managed to undo one. The second was shed quickly and Reynard licked his wrists idly while looking at Robin. "I gather that getting away from here isn't the easiest?"

At that point, the cell door opened again and another man was pushed in- not as roughly as Reynard was. In fact, they even stayed to take off the cuffs before leaving.

Rhys thanked them politely before turning his attention to his cellmates, of course. It was only fair.

The sight that greeted him was actually considerably better than he was expecting- he'd never object to a view like that. Especially when he was rather familiar with both participants. "So, three troublemakers get thrown into the same cell... what are the odds on that one?"

"I'd say that rather depends on how stupid their jailors are."

Robin said smoothly, knowing full well that this was probably not a sight the man minded all that much at all.

"Hello, Rhys."

He spoke with a somewhat peculiar accent that not even thousands of years had gotten rid of. Whether it was from the language of the fae, or the mortal tongue he once grew up with, was hard to say.

Reynard turned around when the door was opened, quickly picking up the cuffs and holding his hands behind his back appropriately. He'd no desire whatsoever to find himself restrained again.

His eyes narrowed as he recognized the newcomer, mostly upon noticing that obviously everyone was treated nicer than him. The door fell shut and he lowered his hands again, letting the cuffs fall to the ground. With an arm wrapped around Robin's waist, he leaned against him, pretty much just draped all over him.

"I don't know, but it sounds like the set-up for a joke. Perhaps they hope we drive each other mad."

"Maybe they don't want to deal with us in the morning."

With the three of them in one place, them not being there in the morning seemed quite likely. Not that he could blame their jailers for arranging it this way- one of them would likely be frustrating. Three would be impossible.

Rhys leaned casually against the wall wearing an expression that might be called a smirk. "But please, don't let me interrupt you. You were obviously in the middle of something."

Ah well, there are worse fates than having a Reynard draped all over you. Robin leaned his head back against the wall and laughed, arms settling comfortably around the fox again.

"I was in the middle of making sure his mouth was not doing annoying things, if that's what you mean. As for him, I think he was just saying hello."

"'tis hardly me that's to blame for you being annoyed by the wrong things."

Reynard didn't have a problem with an audience, not in the least, and he still hadn't had a chance to touch Robin, given those annoying cuffs he'd been sporting. He combed his fingers through his hair now, slid his other hand under his shirt and then kissed him once more, so he'd not be annoying.

"That annoying thing where his lips move and sound comes out or some other annoying thing?"

It was fortunate that neither of them seemed to mind an audience, because Rhys really didn't have anything else to look at. Not that there was much that would have trumped this at all, even if they weren't stuck in prison.

If Robin had ever minded an audience it was something he'd gotten rid of rather rapidly when dealing with Reynard became something more than a rare occurrence. Not that he couldn't stop the shameless fox if he wanted to, it was just that most of the time he didn't, really.

"That annoying thing, yes. And the facelicking."

He managed to give Rhys a look and a smile before it's back to kissing Reynard again. The man did so love putting on a show, and Robin was of a mind to assist him. It has been dreadfully boring in this cell all alone.

So, how about showing some of that lovely Reynard skin off? He tugged Reynar's shirt upwards, meaning to pull it off. Come on, help a guy out, huh?

Reynard wasn't terribly attached to his clothing, as a general rule, anything apart from his knife sheath got ripped more often than not. He still made a protesting sound, however, because taking his shirt off meant pulling away from Robin, if only for an instant.

Finally he did it, though, breaking the kiss so he could pull his shirt over his head and just let it fall to the side. Since the opportunity seemed as good as any, he gripped the hem of Robin's shirt and pulled it off as well.

"You're fine men indeed, running your own mouths over flaws I may or may not possess, likely no; should you care for an expert opinion, and you do hell all and let me do all the work."

He shook his head in lament and looked over his shoulder at Rhys while his nails trailed down Robin's front and his other hand found his hair again. "So passive? Getting old?" His smirk widened, just a tad. "Getting soft?"

"You should know by now I rarely rise to your taunts, fox." Rhys raised his eyebrows at him, then let his eyes wander over the shirtless pair. Mmm, sorry, he's having too much fun watching to interfere at this point. "You're a pretty sight together, and I see no point in fucking that up."

Though he would rather like to run his mouth over Reynard, not just his flaws- but that could wait for a bit. Even cracks about his age and virility weren't troublesome enough to change his mind.

"Our loss," Said Robin, and he knew of what he spoke. He pulled himself up a little so he could nibble at Reynard's neck, running his lips up to the sensitive area just behind the ear to lick at it.

"And you're rather a lot of work yourself, my fox."

"Fucking it up? And here I was just teasing, knowing well your skill. Have you lost it after all?" The words were spoken against Robin's skin, while his hand fumbled with his pants, not all that used to faery style clothing anymore these days.

"That's a lie," he told Robin, "I'm so easy." That was the lie, really, though there was no doubt about the fact that he was sensitive, which was a good thing when he wasn't getting tortured, and so he shuddered at the feel of Robin's mouth on him, a far too needy sound escaping, but he felt no shame about it. His fingers clenched in Robin's hair and he pulled to make him lean his head back, getting his mouth off him only so he could kiss him again.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Night In Jail Meme

Robin Goodfellow, Puck (Bran) | Folktale based OC | OTA

1/7

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject