Jack has quite the attraction toward pretty boys in powdered wigs and particular notes of finery – be it a Navy uniform, a particular manner of bearing or just general out of his league-ness and absolutely bad idea tattooed in an ink only he can see prominently upon their foreheads.
He absolutely loves foreplay after swimming – wet bodies is quite a pleasure to him, though he is not opposed to oiled ones – massaged with nice aromas until muscles are warm and pliant beneath the hand can also be a wonderful experience provided it is followed rather immediately by a swim – he’s not all that fond of being oily after it becomes practical to be so.
Driving his partner insane. He absolutely loves frustrating his beloved – sexually and otherwise, admittedly. He does enjoy doing what he can to push buttons in the bedroom – be it to earn something unexpectedly endearing like a request or to find the tables abruptly turned and the power stripped from his hands matters little to him – what brings him joy is vexing his love until they reach the point of making action.
Muharrem is a very tactile person – as a general rule he gravitates toward those who hold a similar nature and brushes against them, leans alongside them and generally acquires much of his need for human connection through their company.
Hand holding is something that is completely normal to him – and while he has learned among the English it is absolutely not the done thing, he generally finds individuals who crave simple human connections like he does and manages to clasp hands with those he becomes close to rather regularly. For him this is nothing more than a friendly action and there is nothing untoward about it.
That said, there are certain kinds of touching that can lead to oft-unintended arousal – such as clasping his leg or laying a hand on the small of his back. Both of these are deeply intimate gestures in his culture, and indicative to him of seduction and attraction that – if one is not clear – could lead to misunderstanding as surely as it could to bliss.
Muharrem is deeply moved by massage, as it is both an intimacy and a kindness – due to his stances on leg touching, having his thighs and calves massaged is sure to turn this man into a heated puddle beneath one’s palms quite easily.
Light sensations – such as a feather or a ribbon being trailed along the skin – can be deeply rousing for him, especially around his neck and collarbone – and inner thighs. His breathing tends to deepen as he loses himself to the sensation of his body tightening and rippling under these administrations – goosebumps are enticing to him, and he enjoys being tormented and teased in a manner that borders upon the masochistic during slower and sweeter evenings. On more demanding nights however, being denied orgasm during action drives him absolutely wild, and he loves it dearly.
Muharrem enjoys praise, and can be turned into a proper puddle with the right words whispered to him at the most opportune moment.
Julia loves looking down at her partner – she has a thing for having her hands in their hair and moderately controlling them while they go down on her, and she prefers her partners to be aroused by things such as hair pulling and slight clawing because frankly if there is to be pain during intimate activity it must be enjoyable for all parties or it is simply not welcome at all.
She is also terrible in the fact that she deeply enjoys accidental friction – the sort of sexual tension formed when unexpected things happen and bodies collide without rhyme or intention. She’s an enormous flirt and moments like these have a means of escalating so beautifully she’s even considered contriving them – before ultimately deciding it is nowhere near as fun than what might happen with genuine surprise in play for all parties.
🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner?
Whatever happens to make them the most endearingly breathless. Thomas is playful and experimental in the bedroom ( indeed to even make it into his bedroom one must endure rigorous testing and inexplicable examinations understood only to Thomas – and at times Miranda ) and dedicates himself to mastering a lover’s body with the sort of focus one expects from an individual who has spent years studying an instrument and must now learn to play one of the hardest pieces designed for it in an accelerated time frame no mortal could hope to accomplish – and he is determined to reach divinity.
💚Are they prone to jealousy?
Thomas has a polyamorous heart – in truth he is never wholly comfortable in a monogamous relationship. He feels – to the depths of his being – that two people are inherently imbalanced and the only means of complimenting both while also mitigating both is the advent of an ideal third party with mutual attractions.
For this reason he is generally quite open in many things – however, once he and his are settled into their routines with one another he is known to be somewhat possessive of both, and to not take particularly kindly to any who may attempt to entice either away from the trio.
💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with?
You mean aside from anyone female shaped whose name is not Miranda Hamilton? Hell yes.
Thomas is in fact an exceptionally discerning person and he spends a lot of time testing the fuck out of people with criteria known only unto himself to determine – and I kid you not – their worthiness as a partner to himself and Miranda both.
When Miranda is not involved – when it is just Thomas – he may be more prone to fucking without strings attached, but as soon as he decides he wants a more permanent arrangement he goes back to this manner of selection. For every James McGraw there are doubtless hundreds of Peter Ashe’s.
Charles is a true switch, though he has tendencies in any role that would ally themselves more to the other side of traditional understanding. When in the submissive role, he still takes the lead in most aspects and does not respond well to dominance that places him in a subjugated or degrading position. It’s up to him how far things go and what the tryst entails, whether he is the one who would be considered the submissive ot not.
Contrastingly when he is the one in control, he grants the same measure of agency to his partner that he demands for himself. What he fights for, a person submissive to him gains without any effort, to the point it easily appears that he does not lead the relationship. This is due to his understanding of equality and the importance of it in these kinds of partnerships. An understanding that was, admittedly, clouded for awhile as he mistakenly believed himself on equal footing with Guthrie, only to truly accept his role as a submissive party after their relationship ended.
💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?
This is so situationally dependant that there is no answer. Charles’ trust can be earned in a week, or it can take two years. Regardless of which it is, once garnered it is hard to lose – and once lost, it can never be regained.
🔮Do they believe in soul mates?
I think if the idea was ever presented to him he would deeply dislike it. Charles values choice so much in life that the idea one of the more important choices to be made as a person – the choice of who you spend your time with, who you dedicate your loyalty to – is predetermined and therefore not a choice at all, would be deeply unsettling and unwelcome enough that he would refuse to believe, and furthermore, would refuse to adhere to it out of sheer spite.
Our dear author is deeply dedicated to truthfulness and honesty. While she may not confess herself right away ( generally attempting to come to terms with what she is feeling, as often times she doesn’t at all understand what is going on until someone makes exactly the right remark for her to realize it has a name and it is indeed as she suspects ) it does not sit well with her to withhold information.
Abigail is as opposed to lies of omission as she is to blatant falsehoods, so if she is certain or if she feels she should say something, she will prove herself to be shockingly bold. This however, is generally due to the fact that by the time she is ready to say how she feels, she trusts that the response will be kind.
Not accepting, but kind – she does not expect to be desirable in such fashions, so much as she does to be treated with respect and kept on as a friend despite her one-sided emotions which are sure to fade in time.
💋Are they more sensual or sexual?
Abigail is a sensual creature – even once she is woken to sexual acts, it is softer things that make her heart race. She predicted a loveless marriage in her future, one without desire but with frequent consumption for the need of heirs. She was prepared for sex in her life, for the monotony of missionary arrangements – but not for passion.
At no point in her life was she prepared to be desired in a way that might prompt long periods of kissing and touching, for the overwhelming sensation of being treated like something precious and adored. For Abigail, the foreplay is everything, and is not necessarily a lead into sex so much as a display of love that exceeds words and passes into physical manifestations.
📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner?
Reading, or going for long walks. She loves quiet time with the person she is closest to, and the sensation of knowing how the world can be so big and yet, when they are together, it feels so comfortably close.
Theodore would never deny how deeply it pleased him when Bram would shuck aside his nerves and initiate matters, for he always had such sweet ways of beginning what could at times become rather rigorous exercises in passion. Other times, these little displays were nothing more than placating actions, and Theodore was only too glad to allow himself to be manipulated into calm so that Bram could be frustrated and sharp without fear of repercussions later in the day.
( In truth, Theodore had a feeling Bram didn’t even know he was manipulating matters when he did so – it just came and went, his bad moods and his good ones, with no true recollection of having used a good mood to garner smooth sailing through a terrible one )
All of this culminated into reasons why Theodore adored Bram so deeply – they shared in something that was intimately their own, but the men the world had made them to be were not compromised because of it. His lover was still every bit the incomparable, collected lord of Edrington, a man of impeccable standing in society and respectable ( if at times questionable and terrible ) military advantage.
He could be cold – astonishingly aloof in a world so passionate in it’s whipping around him – and he could be unyielding and devastating in turns. There was a thread of steel in his spine that Theodore adored, even when it could at times turn itself upon him as the weight of the world settled too heavily upon familiar shoulders.
By contrast, Theodore was as warm and malleable as ever to the fates he found himself facing. He challenged convention at every turn, and faced battle with the economic mind of a man who would see it finished not for glory, but for the interest of the adventure after it. He lived a life that lacked regret, and it made him stand out among his companions in ways that were not always complimentary.
Perhaps it was a touch of Theodore rubbing off on Bram in these moments, when the whole world seemed to grow still and all that mattered was the joy they shared together. Just as, sometimes, Theodore thought a little of Bram had rubbed off on him when he found himself directing something with more grace than usual.
Either way it mattered little to Theodore as he hauled Bram up in answer, setting him on his desk almost primly, and answered his gentle start with an unquestioning passion. They had all the time in the world, and he fully intended to utilize it as he anchored himself at his lover’s hips and began to kiss his neck with unbridled adoration.
The slight pinching sensation at his shoulder as teeth sank against his flesh brought a smile to Charles’ lips even as familiar arms snaked about his waist. This was a new sort of arrangement, but there was little to it that was not welcome or enjoyable. Joji’s silent manners of initiating tended to shift the brewing storms of oncoming bad moods rather elegantly, though Charles would never own to that.
Shifting, Charles turned in the other man’s hold – a feat made simple by the fact Joji was wise enough to never try to pin or capture, and was generally quite malleable to whatever happened to be required at any given moment. Stained hands gripped the other’s hips to make it clear this was no rejection, ink from the tedious task of book keeping still clinging to prints more suited to hard labour than the more delicate task of holding a quill.
“Is this what you’ve been lingering for, or are you simply letting me know it’s time to leave the rest to Jack?” He never expected Joji to reply in any verbal sense – was quite used to inquiring into the air between them and marveling at how much the man could tell him without a word. Sometimes though – sometimes he had no fucking idea what the man was trying to tell him, and it was damn near maddening. Especially when, for all he knew, the man wasn’t saying anything at all – literally and figuratively.
But it worked, this silence, and Charles often found he didn’t mind it at times like these, when he was pulling the Easterner close to him and leaning down to taste the skin of his neck. This was something neither one of them needed to communicate too much in – and perhaps that was why they enjoyed each other so.
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