a night at the opera

[shercocks]

welcome to the opera ♫ post with your character! ♫ someone else will roll 1-7 and comment to you ♫ get nasty in the operahouse. okok 01.) sex in the box: you're sharing a box with someone you know (or maybe someone you don't!) and you're suddenly overcome with unrestrained desire. those high notes are really hitting your loins hard and you just can't keep your hands off your boxmate. you both can be into it or it can be one sided with much, sexy convincing. 02.) you're the star: the person you comment to is the on-stage love of your life. they don't know you, but you've seen every performance they've ever done. and you want to just show them in the most fanatical of ways of your devotion. 03.) life's a ball: it's a masked ball and the only rule is you can't take your masks off. but you see a fine specimen through your eyeholes and need to make them yours tonight. find a secluded area down a darkened hallway, in the powder room or even on the balconies outside to carry out your dirty misdeeds. 04.) take the high road: you're a low class citizen that got suddenly lucky. the stars aligned properly and you procured not only a ticket to the most talked about opera in decades but a fancy outfit to match. the character you comment is the high class gentleman/lady of your dreams. you two hit it off and find yourselves alone somewhere in the opera house. you try to hide your background, but they know and don't care. it's more fun to pretend. 05.) arrangement: you didn't want to do this. your parents arranged for you to meet a prospective husband/wife at the opera tonight. you must do this to upkeep tradition. what you didn't expect was someone so utterly charming. and they're charming your pants right off. 06.) lights, camera, action: you're costars in the hot ticket for the night. a quickie before curtains rise? sure. riding the excitement of the finished production? awesome. whatever it is, there's not supposed to be fraternizing between the costars. but you two are much too taken with each other to care! 07.) wild card: rollers choice! pick something or make up your own scenerio! just make it sexy X(

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[meliorism]

( yeah whatever wesley, he might talk big but they both knew he wouldn't be able to touch charles unless he let him. which, considering how wesley looked tonight, was probably in the cards. charles doesn't do anything except look vaguely amused; what are you going to do about it. )

It's starting. You might want to be quiet.

[bloodofakiller]

Just tell me to shut the fuck up like a normal person.

( at least he tones it down, not looking any more interested than he was before in what is about to unfold as the grant red velvet curtains pull back and reveal the stage. it's the point of no return. the theatre is dead silent in anticipation and all wesley can think about is that expression "it's not over until the fat lady sings." he'll be spending the next two hours eagerly awaiting the plump bitch's arrival. )

[meliorism]

I generally like it when you're loud.

( can you just feel the smug contentment leeching off of him, wes? you should be able to, it's clear as day. just as wesley's own discontent, and charles doesn't have to be a telepath to know that. despite the fact that he's not at all bothered by the opera, he shifts in his seat in a more comfortable position so he can find the waistband of wesley's pants in the darkness, popping the button open.

don't say he never does anything for you. )

[bloodofakiller]

( elbow propped up on the chair arm, head leaning on his hand, he is watching the action for lack of anything else remotely interesting going and then -- whuh, hey! he lifts his head and shoots the sharpest of glares at his twin. )

You son of a bitch.

( he got him all dressed up nice and pretty and dragged him to this borefest so he could jack him off? they could've done that at home! no wonder he looks so goddamn pleased with himself.

well, wesley's not principled enough to take his hand off. honestly, it's the least charles could do. so he shoots a thought of this better be fucking amazing his way that has nothing to do with the deep vibrato emanating from below, and looks away from charles just to be a bitch. )

[meliorism]

( no, charles got him all dressed up and dragged him over because because he was mildly sure that he'd never get such an opportunity to do so evr again. besides, would it kill wesley to inject some culture in his life? there has to be more to life than killing people, doesn't there?

wesley shoots him that message and charles simply smirks back; the answer being, of course, that it will be. he guarantees it.

surreptitiously, charles sinks to his knees in front of wesley, one hand pulling at his zipper, the other pressing to his temples; making sure that nobody sees anything out of the ordinary. they're in partial darkness, but still. )

Keep watching the show.

[bloodofakiller]

( you'd think it'd be easy, with a fight going down onstage between uh two very greek guys (eutocles and polynices, for those playing the home game), except for the part where they're ballet dancers and despite all their professional training and natural talent, it's really not wesley's particular brand of action. charles on his knees in front of him is going farther than it should to make up for that. must be the exhibitionism.

kinky little telepath.

wesley's eyes wander and he takes a look around the theatre, which he can see clearer than any regular human being ought to, but that's a category he doesn't fall under. no one's paying them any mind at all; there's a foreboding quirk to his lips, thinking he might just change that, fuck with charles's carefully laid plans. just not quite yet. )

[meliorism]

( he's a natural born exhibitionist, dear. always so showy and arrogant enough to carry it off. charles catches that thread of thought and his hand squeezes wesley's hip - a nonverbal cue; don't you dare think of trying anything ridiculous, despite how hypocritical of him when he's on his knees with all worry for his expensive suit vanquished, fingers running against the now-noticeable bulge in wesley's pants.

looks like charles isn't the only exhibitionist here. )

And here I thought you were shy about these things. Apparently not.