03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 11, 2024 6:35:23 GMT
Sometimes it was quite shocking, how something as simple as a nod could open so many doors. In this case, it was all Tristan needed to continue where they had left off.
Tristan pressed his palms to the galsd door he had the man pressed up against. He licked the man's neck as he pressed his body up against Cisco's, already feeling the bulge in the other man's pants. Good. He took another deep breath of his scent and trailed his teeth over the man's vulnerable neck, feeling and hearing and almost tasting him already. He growled softly as he settling his teeth against his skin, pressing into him but merely enjoying his strong scent and the idea of marking him.
His intentions were still unclear even to himself, but the more he drank in Cisco's scent, the more he wanted to taste and take him.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Jan 11, 2024 9:45:28 GMT
Not usually one to be sparse with his words, and yet here he was struggling to do more than gasp or slightly moan at the feel of Tristan’s tongue against his neck again.
Fuck!
Was all he could think at the moment, even more aware of how Tristan’s body felt being pressed up against his own. Forceful and so absolutely wanted, no; needed. Cisco needed to be manhandled by the stranger, and he’d not make the same mistake ending the experience as he had the first time. And then he felt the man’s teeth against his neck and could feel his arousal grow a bit more uncomfortably in his boxer-briefs and pants.
Whatever made the man so bold, dragging him around and pinning him to walls and such; he sincerely enjoyed. It was nice to feel so powerless to someone else. Especially someone as attractive and intense as Tristan.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 11, 2024 18:55:19 GMT
Tristan himself being a man of fewer words, he had not problem using the man's physical indications over his words. Words and tone were fickle things and the werewolf preferred not to waste time reading between the lines. He could feel and hear and smell and taste what the other man wanted. And that want only grew as he teased that he might bite him.
He was brazenly unconcerned with the glass double doors he had the man pressed against. That this was the man's place of work. That there might be someone watching.
"Drop your pants," he ordered, licking and kissing his neck and over his cheek to kiss him roughly on the lips, in the sort of way that didn't want to be kissed back. Tristan slid one hand from the wall to brush his fingers up his chest, finally unable to keep his hands off the man.
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Jan 11, 2024 19:42:30 GMT
Had Cisco thought something like this might have happened to him today, his day might not have felt so long and drawn out. But he could never have predicted this turn of events, and he was absolutely all for it. Any part of him that probably should have been a little concerned about things taking place in his place of work, was absent the second Tristan’s body was pressed against his.
The command made him hesitate for a moment, knowing he was pressed against a glass door… a very transparent glass door. And if he had thought of protesting or resisting; it disappeared as his licks and kisses led from his neck to his lips. Rough kisses that didn’t require him returning them. That overrode his common sense as his hands made quick work to do exactly as he was told.
The hand in his chest made him moan softly as he slid his pants down, black boxer briefs barely offering any attempt to disguise his hard-on.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 11, 2024 20:41:17 GMT
His faint breaths and pounding heart were lovely to listen to. He pressed his hand firmly to his chest to hold him there.
Tristan's smile didn't reach his lips as he watched the man hesitate and then move to comply, undoing his belt and dress pants and beginning to slide them down. But he reached out to stop him, catching the end of his belt with his hand, pants sagging down but not dropping. Not yet. He lifted his belt, the black leather slowly sliding free as he raised his hand. The werewolf pulled back to watch his own hand, as if the very clear tent in Cisco's pants was unimportant.
Once the belt was free and his pants coiled around his ankles, Tristan's dark eyes shifted to Cisco, then the belt, then back to the man. He pulled his hand away from his chest and held it out to the man again, another silent demand.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Jan 11, 2024 22:00:38 GMT
Cisco might have been known around town to be a bit of a sexual deviant, but he made no excuses for myself or tried to hide it. So it wasn’t near as ‘scandalous’ as the small town folks had wanted it to be. In fact, his reputation coming out made him quite a few friends around town that would surprise some.
But never had he wanted another man to completely dominate him in the way he wanted Tristan too. He didn’t even know the man, but he didn’t need to know him to know he found him intoxicatingly arousing.
Not quite sure exactly what the other man intended to do (if anything) to him, but Cisco was absolutely entranced and willing to do whatever Tristan wanted. No more hesitation in his responses, raising a brow as he extended his hand to Tristan’s.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 11, 2024 22:21:18 GMT
He could tell he had his catch firmly caught on the hook. So much so that he didn't wait for him to move his hands before he pressed the belt through itself, doubling it up before slipping it around Cisco's raised wrist. He would patiently wait for its pair to join before he tightened the impromptu handcuffs.
He lifted the man's hands, holding them up above his head by his wrist and leaned closer again, pressing their bodies together. Tristan took a deep breath of Cisco's scent and kissed his neck. He tasted quite good. Enough that he wanted to do more than just imply he would bite him. Seeing him such a mess, restrained, pantless, hard and needy, made Tristan's own desire stronger. He grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into him, turning so he could look at the room. The newspaper lobby. A few desks, computers, papers, framed photos on the wall. "I would like a tour."
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Jan 12, 2024 0:30:17 GMT
The belt tightening around his wrist was definitely more exciting than what he was expecting. And he wasted no time in adding his other hand, clearly not at all bothered by the prospect of being restrained with the make-shift handcuffs. Tristan could quote literally do anything to him, and Cisco wouldn’t complain. The level of desire and excitement he felt outweighed any sense of logic he might have possessed, especially when Tristan’s mouth returned to his neck.
He tried to focus his thoughts and then raised a brow at the sudden expressed interest in the Tribune’s headquarters. “Okay, well uh, the lobby is there.” He managed out after clearing his throat and looking at the man with a nod toward the direction past him. Not sure if he was supposed to move or wait to be moved.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 12, 2024 1:26:31 GMT
Tristan enjoyed how nervous and awkward the man felt, along with his desire that seemed to make him not question at all who he was. It suggested the man had quite a lot of casual trysts with others. So too did his scent the other day. But clearly today, Cisco was wanting.
The werewolf stood with his body pressed against Cisco's from behind. He shifted his footing so he stepped on the man's pants, licking his left ear with a soft growl. He returned the man's questioning look with an expectant expression, simply tiling his chin up quickly in a sort of 'get going,' gesture. Perhaps forcing the man to give him a tour like this was a bit...demeaning? But sometimes Tristan liked to play with his...sexual toys and while he wanted him to be willing, Cisco was a little too eager. Besides, he imagined there were quite a lot of fun places in the newspaper headquarters to enjoy the man.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Jan 12, 2024 2:49:46 GMT
Okay, so maybe it was possible Cisco was more into degradation than he originally thought. Sort of like how some men are only submissive to a certain woman, or how some women only had one man they’d call ‘Daddy’. Because previously he was not the rope bunny, he was generally the rigger. But he was interested to see how this played out. Was it actually going to result in anything, or did Tristan merely enjoy toying with him?
The lick to his ear would certainly ensure his continued drive to do as he was told. So, he stepped out of his pants and did as he was told. First into the lobby, and then he paused as there were two hallways. “To the right are the stairs to the basement where the printers are, and left leads to the main newsroom, it’s where the reporters and photographers desks are. It’s also the only access to the stairs that lead to the upstairs offices and meeting rooms.”
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 12, 2024 13:50:52 GMT
Tristan liked to push people. To make things...not quite almost uncomfortable. This with Cisco had been about getting even. Until the man made it clear he wanted his boundaries pushed. And Tristan always liked to push somewhere.
He had absolutely no idea what Cisco did here. But he was wearing a suit and holding the keys to the building, very clearly someone trusted with power. And probably an office.
Tristan slipped his hands into his pockets and followed a few slow, inevitable steps behind. When Cisco stopped, Tristan did not. He moved past him and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him into the front reception desk. He hummed a soft feigned interest as the man explained with words. He didn't want a verbal tour.
"And where do you work?" He asked, pressing himself behind the man suggestive to pin him to the desk. He leaned over him to drink in his scent further and remind him with his tongue and his teeth where his real attention should be. Not on his words. But on his mouth. On his hands. He slapped his ass and then teased his fingers over the hem of his boxer-briefs as if he might remove them. Instead he turned Cisco around and captured his lips in his own. Then he lifted the man's arms up, tugging the blazer up and over his head and leaving it wrapped around his arms so he could better access his neck, leaving further teeth marks there. He lowered one hand to just tease front of his boxers encouragingly.
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Jan 13, 2024 23:48:17 GMT
This was most definitely a first for Cisco, and he’d already made a mental note to clear the security feed before anyone else got a chance to see it. Otherwise he’d get some interesting looks from the security team. When Tristan grabbed his tie and led him to the receptionist’s desk he couldn’t help but be a little curious as to just what the other man intended.
He was suggestively pinned and being toyed with, and he wasn’t sure exactly what to think. He lightly tensed at the slap to his ass for a moment, and then he was turned around quickly. His blazer pulled over his head and hanging from his restrained hands. Tristan’s lips were on his once again and he was just a jumbled mess of want and desire. While slightly confused as well. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips as Tristan’s teeth were once again on his neck and his hand teased the front of his boxer briefs.
“Oh, I have an office upstairs.” He admitted when he could get a grip on his senses, moving to continue the tour into the main newsroom. He pointed to the office with a wall of glass that overlooked the new room.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 14, 2024 0:56:56 GMT
He quite enjoyed the man's moans just as much as his uncertainty in the moment. Tristan very much liked to let moments like these go where they would. He wasn't going to worry about thinking ahead and he didn't want Cisco to either.
The werewolf let the man go as he mentioned having an office. Splendid. But upstairs was much too far away to let the man go without applying further punishment for his touch outside the building. Though by now they both new this was more than that.
Tristan grabbed Cisco by the arm and pulled him into one of the desks they passed in the middle of the newsroom floor. He pressed back into it, clearing away a few papers and pictures and other personal effect of whoever worked their during daylight hours, pinning his 'captive' back against the desk by a hand on his bound wrists and another on his thigh. He stole more sharp kisses of his lips and neck, running his hand up under his shirt. He growled, excited to feel the man much more toned than he would have thought from the desk job. His hand trailed lower...