FV and Friends

[lieutenantsteward]

Drifting off to sleep has never been easier. When your character wakes up, they enter into a beautiful, almost picturesque home. Everything is brightly lit with candles and different colored lights. The entire place smells like sugar cookies. Or maybe pine. Or maybe it's whatever your character finds homey. There are several rooms to this home, each with its own charms. A kitchen and dining room, with any ingredient known to man and a spread of already prepared foods on the table. A living room with a cozy fireplace and very inviting rug. Bedrooms with various types of furniture and all the privacy you could want. A lovely backyard that's cold, but there's a firepit to warm up with. Snow crunches underneath boots (or heels, we ain't picky) and there's the occasional glimpse of wildlife in the woods.

All characters will come with the knowledge that this is a dream. There are no consequences to their actions, save what happens in the dream. They are also not trapped. When they want to leave, they know that they can simply leave through the front door and wake up in their own time, in their own bed.

And sprinkled throughout the house are sprigs of mistletoe. Is it the dream that makes people want to get a little cuddlier underneath it? Or is it just the spirit of the moment?

Either way, it sure is a fun way to get to know each other!

Comments

[friendsfordinner]

He doesn't have to ask Hickey twice. Smug little smile on his face, he happily shifts his position, radiating big excited energy all the while.

[hesalumberjack]

Equally as thrilled to take Hickey and maybe break some furniture, Aadit kisses along his back and quickly buries himself inside of him. He lets out a soft exhale against his neck; he feels so damn good.

[friendsfordinner]

Hickey lets out a groan of pleasure as he feels Aadit sink into him. Oh that feels bloody brilliant. Absolutely perfect. He moves his hands so he can ruffle Aadit's hair, looking up at the man with a wide grin.

"There we go."

[hesalumberjack]

He practically melts against him. "You're tight," he murmurs, still sunk into him up the hilt. "Not fucked often, are you?"

[friendsfordinner]

"Not since you left," Hickey admits, with a little shake of his head. "There hasn't been anyone else."