Hello all!

Basically, my life got really busy with college and upcoming surgery and work, and I was a huge dickhead and didn't update. Even worse, my messages on this account did NOT show up, and I do not regularly check the email associated with this account, so I did not recieve any of them. I'm so sorry to everyone who messaged me (especially Renly, queen/king of my heart 4ever).  Anyway, as sad as I am to go, it is nobody's fault but my own, and I am happy to see this group going strong! 

I'll leave this page up so anyone (mostly me) can read through the old paras.

Maybe I will apply as another character when things have OFFICIALLY settled down/when I am recovering from the aforementioned surgery. :D

Most important: find the official Win-or-Die Loras here! They're wonderful!

Humbly and with all my love,

mun

ooc:

Sorry for the long absences!!!! I will be on tonight with replies! (Poor Renly bb!!!)

Loras frowned as he curled up beside him, arm tightly around his waist. "You don't like bruises? That's very cryptic, Renly mine." He rubbed a palm up his chest, reveling in the smooth softness of the skin and the muscle underneath. The comment bothered him though; it seemed to imply something deeper. And honestly, the idea of bruises on Renly made his heart ache and his temper flare. "Care to elaborate, My Lord?"

“Don’t say that,” Renly laughed, “soon he’ll be knocking on the door and sneaking in before we know it.” He kissed the younger man’s neck when he shivered at the touch of his fingers. “In that case -” he moved to kiss his jaw, “the others are boring.” Renly said curtly. “Though I could think of a few people who would enjoy a little confusion, if it means they get to gossip about it,” he grinned and aimlessly stroked and squeezed Loras’ hand until he indicated his irritation by sighing.

Renly gave him an odd look. “Maybe I don’t like bruises,” he answered nonchalantly and let the slightly bruised hand go. He laid down comfortably in the middle of blankets and pillows and gestured for him to move even closer.

Loras rolled his eyes. "Littlefinger is like a little rat chasing important people's crumbs. I'm surprised he has yet to pop up in our bedroom!" He shivered and smiled at Renly's hands, wandering up his sensitive throat. "I doubt the others would appreciate my tagging along, though I know I could give them all an earful." He grinned. "Or do you still forget that I cannot be won by fluttering eyelashes? Unless they're yours, of course."  He sighed in irritation when Renly kissed at his hands. Was he still worried about that? "Renly Baratheon, you could never hurt me. They're only little bruises. They'll be mostly healed by the morrow."

Renly gasped jokingly at the mention of Littlefinger. “That’s a good enough reason to stay away,” he agreed. “That man would make anyone feel ill, and only thing he needs to do is show his face. And he’s pretty good at that, too. Always appearing in places where he isn’t wanted.”

He fondled Loras’ neck, gazed at him while he spoke and laughed. “Perhaps you should come with me the next time,” Renly said after some time. “Though I better keep an eye on you just in case some ladies decide to steal you.” He smiled at him and grabbed his hand. “Poor thing,” he muttered and kissed the hand he was holding lightly.

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"You simply musn't!" he gasped, stroking down his chest. "You may get a fever or, worst of all, Littlefinger might converse with you!" He laughed softly, kissing his cheek. "I suppose I must train, and be a noble presence around the castle. But I hardly see your face around."

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Loras watched Renly's thoughtful expression, stroking his cheek lightly. "You have to make up all your long absences to me. And to my very loyal body." He rolled off of Renly's hips and wriggled up beside him, hugging his chest. "All I want is you. I'll nurse you back to health," he purred, "with my prowess in this bed."

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Loras clenched his jaw against the question, shooting him a dirty look. "I am a--" but Renly kissed the expression away and held him close, and he was helpless to do anything but snuggle up affectionately. 

"Renly, my lord, you look ill." He grinned wolfishly. "You'll probably have to stay in bed all day tomorrow!"

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OOC:

Sorry for the periodic absences lately! :c school has really been harder on me this semester!! I still have all the loves for this rping business!

That kiss had Loras trembling worse than during the act itself, but judging by Renly's noises, his love felt exactly the same way. He gasped, pulling away to both suck in air and press kisses to Renly's cheek.  He found himself blushing at Renly's praise. Loras himself was proud of his skills in bed--but it was Renly who had taught him. "My love, my love." He kissed his nose, delicately. "Do you not know how amazing you are?"

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He laughed at the ceiling, then groaned, face contorting in pleasure. "A very very delectable chair," Loras gasped. He forced his head back forward to gaze at his lover. Renly was indeed delectable, eyes dark, skin glistening with sweat, lips bitten. The man squeezed at Loras's thighs as he reached climax, causing Loras himself to gasp and shutter.

He stroked himself to his own completion, moans noisy with a lack of discretion. His thighs trembled, and he was nearly howling his satisfaction. 

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"I feel like a king," he paused to moan loudly as he rocked backward, "on the most magnificent throne." Loras threw his head back, rolling his hips with abandon. He loved Renly watching him, loved showing off for Renly, so he never neglected to flex and arch and groan. Of course, it wasn't all for show--Renly felt incredible. All the time.

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Loras smiled, a warm, genuine expression. He scooted back and arranged himself accordingly before slowly sinking down onto his hardness. Stopping for a breath, he braced his hands on Renly's belly, biting back a groan. It felt maddeningly good, Renly throbbing within him again.

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Loras rubbed his hands up Renly's chest, giving a soft moan, savoring the feel of his skin and muscle. "Are you still worried after my hands, silly boy?" He leaned in, pressing a long, wet kiss to his mouth. "I've had worse." He reached back and rubbed over his manhood. "Ready, Stallion?"

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Loras preferred to kiss Renly then to hear him fuss over some shitty fighter in a shitty tourney. There were much more important things at hand, like the heat of Renly's manhood, for instance. "Would you like me to ride you, my lord?" He said, smiling cheekily between those sweet kisses. "I know you like to watch me."

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