【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
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EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ The with them in question: a nearly six foot tall young man with a face scar, whose sharp eyes have narrowed into near slits at the painting's beckoning. Cute? Sweet Genya echoes the sentiment in his mind, sending the annoying painting and its habitants a glare before his attention lands on the other ... man?
Dog? He's always liked dogs, making this a very strange experience. Affection mixed with mortification, a bit of confusion, and a great dollop of resignation. He has been in the resort long enough to have seen people of all hide and hair. A dog man is, frankly, one of the cuter in his opinion. One of his happiest memories had been feeding scraps the strays with his brother when they were young.
Something which has nothing whatsoever to do with the situation at hand. ]
A bad game. [ he is quick to put the blame on the girls; they moan and whine before continuing to insist they see some cuteness. ] But I think they're serious about not moving until we do. [ this feels unfair... isn't this dog guy cute enough to qualify based on appearances alone? ] I guess we can... hold hands. That should work, right?
[ As he offers a similarly scarred up hand, glancing away while he does. He's trying his best to not be embarrassed about this! ]
[ he's free to feed hung whatever scraps he has later...
but for now, this perro is. still shocked by this entire situation. the one thing he's not surprised by is how scarred that extended hand is. that when he sees it, hung instinctively feels protective. they're not in imminent danger but what if they were? what if the shadows begin to grow and the paintings take on a more menacing light?
...
nah. it's all in his head. he tilts his head to one side then the other, ears flopping as he does so. is this the kind of look a muscle-bound, furry dog man should take? yes. 100%. the horn is also there too. ]
Wow! You must do something pretty rough, huh?
[ he takes genya's hand into his own. he thumbs over his knuckles, turns the hand over, looks at the palms. rough. calloused. sometimes one's looks can betray their age; the species of terra are diverse in that regard. so whatever he sees are assumptions. however, what doesn't is the wear and tear of a profession. a career. and what hung feels is... ]
Bet you don't need a guy like me to protect you.
[ a playful smile. a wink. something to help with his own unease. ]
[ The statement inspires a strange feeling. Rough? Yes, the business of demon slaying is rough. That isn’t what stirs him. Protection is not a privilege Genya feels he can be afforded. It reminds him of his brother, as so many things do, and his grip on the other man’s (dog’s??) hand (…paw???) tightens. Black eyes slide back in time to catch that playful smile and wink, still a bit uncertain. Maybe it’s because he has such pronounced canine traits that Genya finds himself relaxing, easing the tightening of his grip a few long moments later.
Enough so that the calluses and scars burned into his flesh can be observed more freely. The way his knuckles are thumbed over is … unfamiliar. Not unpleasant. Genya’s throat tightens with some unknown emotion, a feeling that rises from the pit of his stomach, warm and soupy washing over the prickle of having to do something at the demand of some strange portrait women. So rarely has anyone ever held his hand outside of that same brother not far from his thoughts. It is touch that agitates a new thought to the surface: more if it would not be bad at all.
The trio, for their part, are not fully satisfied. “Cuter!” one demands with a stamp of a foot, “You’re both so cute so make it cuter!” The others chime in with their agreement. Genya’s lips thin at the encouragement; is hand-holding not the epitome of cute behavior? He flushes, faint color picking up on skin not thickened by scars. He huffs, chest aching with the leftovers of that strange feeling, as he looks back to the other man. ]
But I do need your help making them quiet down. We can’t stay here forever.
[ what is cute? how do they achieve maximum cuteness? hung still isn't convinced that he's cute or handsome. he is simply a perro. not all perros are 'cute'. the concept of whatever is appealing to these literally-painted-on canvas critics doesn't seem to line up with what he'd find interesting to his eye. after all, they could simply be an illusion to force them to do something more... sinister???
maybe???
hung continues to watch genya. his reactions are subtle. expression mixed. words don't need to be said. if he disliked it, he would've pulled away. some let their reactions speak for them. their actions are their word. their bond. so the fact that he doesn't is... good. it means hung isn't some kind of monster to him.
and part of him wants to ask genya if it'd be that bad if they were stuck forever? or at least, longer than a second. or minute. hour. a day is probably pushing it. he chides himself; why is he thinking about this in the first place. his grip firms, hand giving one final squeeze before he lets go. they have no choice but to escalate at this point. but how to make it cuter.
oh. ]
Sorry about this. I think... I know how.
[ and with that? he leans in. he presses his nose against genya's, raising his muzzle slightly. just enough of angle so that he can open it and drag his tongue against genya's lips. up to his nose. and then finish that off with an extra lap of his forehead.
[ The girls squeal with delight. Genya, for his part, is frozen in plaze when a nose is pressed against his own and a tongue laps up his lips. Then up his nose. And then against his forehead. He doesn't even hear the giggles of delight with how his ears are ringing. His whole face is bright red, from the roots of those same ears to his cheeks, leading down to his throat. He can't say he hated that—which makes him all the more flustered and uncertain.
For their part, the girls are pleased but not satisfied. There are more chants to keep it up, to up the cuteness, that this is the most fun they've had in ages. All muffled wompwomp, womp womp womp womp to the slayer. Once again, his sexuality crisis expands. Boys had been included after much tossing and turning. Now, it's been threatened by species, something he never would have considered as a potential problem before.
It's some strange impulse that has him leaning forward to close the distance between them again, planting a kiss in return right on the perro's snout. Which delights their audience all the more; they clap their hands and dance around their painting. Genya draws back once he realizes he may have overstepped, the blush staining his face an even darker shade. ]
[ he's never seen someone burn so bright in his life? then again, operators on rhodes island don't usually have reasons to this red. especially around him. yeah, maybe if he accidentally put a little too much of something spicy in a dish but not like this! there's nothing spicy about hung. right?
the kiss is... pleasant. it tickles him in a way he's never had time to consider. that it comes from someone who is equally as adorable and (dare he ever say it to genya's face) cute is merely icing on the cake. the body of which should be to escape whatever weird trap this happens to be, but he could easily become someone that'll take the sugar wherever and whenever he can get it. ]
Don't be sorry! [ does he sound too happy? persnaps. ] It's neither of our faults that we're here.
[ at least--- he assumes. unless genya is a furry chaser... ]
If you liked it, you can do it again. Doesn't sound like we've begun moving yet.
[ an open invitation! come get whatever your heart desires, demon slayer. ]
[ They haven't. Genya glances back over at the girls who are watching them with relish, giggling into their hands, and not at all looking like they're prepared to set the elevator back into motion. He looks back, still as pink-faced as before, but a little more relaxed. A little. Kissing someone does wonders to break the ice. ]
Can I ... ah, ask your name first? I'm Shinazugawa Genya.
[ Kissing a stranger in an elevator while three girls watch definitely chafes his sensibilities. A stubborn guy, at the very least—he wants to know the name of the guy he's kissing. A close second would be covering the painting so they can't watch but, other than that defeating the purpose, they don't have a sheet.
Genya swallows. It's embarrassing to admit he does want to do it again, so better to just repress that. ]
[ like, literally. have you seen him? then again he's not wearing anything too revealing now; far cry from what he was wearing in the bridal suite. black pants, black shirt. pretty generic and boring, so it helps that he's a dog man. probably.
but he likes the sound of genya's name. it's more familiar than he might think--- after all, hung is simply his operator one. the one that gets commonly used on the field. or sometimes even in the agency office. still. ]
It's nice to meet you, Mister Genya.
[ because as soon as he's done talking, as soon as the last word escapes his lips? he covers genya's with his own again. hey. he got a name. ]
[ He flusters when Hung's lips meets his again so quickly. Apparently it doesn't matter if it's girl, boy, or dog—this resort has completely killed his ability to keep cool when someone is attractive. Especially when they're kissing him. Their mouths meet and Genya's hands move on their own, pressing over Hung's hips without thinking. Not to push him away; instinct is a strange thing, and despite his embarrassment, he pulls the man's groin in to press hard up against his own.
An automatic response that he doesn't have the mind to ruminate over. The kiss is encompassing, a distraction of parted lips and tongue. He is not experienced; the kiss on his end is clumsy and unsure, without the easy rhythm of practice. But he still tries, returning it with a forward surge and suck, clack of teeth eager if nothing else. He pants against the perro's mouth, eyelids fluttering under the weight of new passion intensifying beneath his ribs. Even if it's just a kiss with someone he's not met before, he is still emotional, attachment sudden and strong. ]
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Dog? He's always liked dogs, making this a very strange experience. Affection mixed with mortification, a bit of confusion, and a great dollop of resignation. He has been in the resort long enough to have seen people of all hide and hair. A dog man is, frankly, one of the cuter in his opinion. One of his happiest memories had been feeding scraps the strays with his brother when they were young.
Something which has nothing whatsoever to do with the situation at hand. ]
A bad game. [ he is quick to put the blame on the girls; they moan and whine before continuing to insist they see some cuteness. ] But I think they're serious about not moving until we do. [ this feels unfair... isn't this dog guy cute enough to qualify based on appearances alone? ] I guess we can... hold hands. That should work, right?
[ As he offers a similarly scarred up hand, glancing away while he does. He's trying his best to not be embarrassed about this! ]
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but for now, this perro is. still shocked by this entire situation. the one thing he's not surprised by is how scarred that extended hand is. that when he sees it, hung instinctively feels protective. they're not in imminent danger but what if they were? what if the shadows begin to grow and the paintings take on a more menacing light?
...
nah. it's all in his head. he tilts his head to one side then the other, ears flopping as he does so. is this the kind of look a muscle-bound, furry dog man should take? yes. 100%. the horn is also there too. ]
Wow! You must do something pretty rough, huh?
[ he takes genya's hand into his own. he thumbs over his knuckles, turns the hand over, looks at the palms. rough. calloused. sometimes one's looks can betray their age; the species of terra are diverse in that regard. so whatever he sees are assumptions. however, what doesn't is the wear and tear of a profession. a career. and what hung feels is... ]
Bet you don't need a guy like me to protect you.
[ a playful smile. a wink. something to help with his own unease. ]
Good boy gave paw 🥹
[ The statement inspires a strange feeling. Rough? Yes, the business of demon slaying is rough. That isn’t what stirs him. Protection is not a privilege Genya feels he can be afforded. It reminds him of his brother, as so many things do, and his grip on the other man’s (dog’s??) hand (…paw???) tightens. Black eyes slide back in time to catch that playful smile and wink, still a bit uncertain. Maybe it’s because he has such pronounced canine traits that Genya finds himself relaxing, easing the tightening of his grip a few long moments later.
Enough so that the calluses and scars burned into his flesh can be observed more freely. The way his knuckles are thumbed over is … unfamiliar. Not unpleasant. Genya’s throat tightens with some unknown emotion, a feeling that rises from the pit of his stomach, warm and soupy washing over the prickle of having to do something at the demand of some strange portrait women. So rarely has anyone ever held his hand outside of that same brother not far from his thoughts. It is touch that agitates a new thought to the surface: more if it would not be bad at all.
The trio, for their part, are not fully satisfied. “Cuter!” one demands with a stamp of a foot, “You’re both so cute so make it cuter!” The others chime in with their agreement. Genya’s lips thin at the encouragement; is hand-holding not the epitome of cute behavior? He flushes, faint color picking up on skin not thickened by scars. He huffs, chest aching with the leftovers of that strange feeling, as he looks back to the other man. ]
But I do need your help making them quiet down. We can’t stay here forever.
he gave paw! 🥹
maybe???
hung continues to watch genya. his reactions are subtle. expression mixed. words don't need to be said. if he disliked it, he would've pulled away. some let their reactions speak for them. their actions are their word. their bond. so the fact that he doesn't is... good. it means hung isn't some kind of monster to him.
and part of him wants to ask genya if it'd be that bad if they were stuck forever? or at least, longer than a second. or minute. hour. a day is probably pushing it. he chides himself; why is he thinking about this in the first place. his grip firms, hand giving one final squeeze before he lets go. they have no choice but to escalate at this point. but how to make it cuter.
oh. ]
Sorry about this. I think... I know how.
[ and with that? he leans in. he presses his nose against genya's, raising his muzzle slightly. just enough of angle so that he can open it and drag his tongue against genya's lips. up to his nose. and then finish that off with an extra lap of his forehead.
...
if he wasn't sweating before... ]
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For their part, the girls are pleased but not satisfied. There are more chants to keep it up, to up the cuteness, that this is the most fun they've had in ages. All muffled wompwomp, womp womp womp womp to the slayer. Once again, his sexuality crisis expands. Boys had been included after much tossing and turning. Now, it's been threatened by species, something he never would have considered as a potential problem before.
It's some strange impulse that has him leaning forward to close the distance between them again, planting a kiss in return right on the perro's snout. Which delights their audience all the more; they clap their hands and dance around their painting. Genya draws back once he realizes he may have overstepped, the blush staining his face an even darker shade. ]
I—uh, sorry...
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the kiss is... pleasant. it tickles him in a way he's never had time to consider. that it comes from someone who is equally as adorable and (dare he ever say it to genya's face) cute is merely icing on the cake. the body of which should be to escape whatever weird trap this happens to be, but he could easily become someone that'll take the sugar wherever and whenever he can get it. ]
Don't be sorry! [ does he sound too happy? persnaps. ] It's neither of our faults that we're here.
[ at least--- he assumes. unless genya is a furry chaser... ]
If you liked it, you can do it again. Doesn't sound like we've begun moving yet.
[ an open invitation! come get whatever your heart desires, demon slayer. ]
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Can I ... ah, ask your name first? I'm Shinazugawa Genya.
[ Kissing a stranger in an elevator while three girls watch definitely chafes his sensibilities. A stubborn guy, at the very least—he wants to know the name of the guy he's kissing. A close second would be covering the painting so they can't watch but, other than that defeating the purpose, they don't have a sheet.
Genya swallows. It's embarrassing to admit he does want to do it again, so better to just repress that. ]
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[ like, literally. have you seen him? then again he's not wearing anything too revealing now; far cry from what he was wearing in the bridal suite. black pants, black shirt. pretty generic and boring, so it helps that he's a dog man. probably.
but he likes the sound of genya's name. it's more familiar than he might think--- after all, hung is simply his operator one. the one that gets commonly used on the field. or sometimes even in the agency office. still. ]
It's nice to meet you, Mister Genya.
[ because as soon as he's done talking, as soon as the last word escapes his lips? he covers genya's with his own again. hey. he got a name. ]
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[ He flusters when Hung's lips meets his again so quickly. Apparently it doesn't matter if it's girl, boy, or dog—this resort has completely killed his ability to keep cool when someone is attractive. Especially when they're kissing him. Their mouths meet and Genya's hands move on their own, pressing over Hung's hips without thinking. Not to push him away; instinct is a strange thing, and despite his embarrassment, he pulls the man's groin in to press hard up against his own.
An automatic response that he doesn't have the mind to ruminate over. The kiss is encompassing, a distraction of parted lips and tongue. He is not experienced; the kiss on his end is clumsy and unsure, without the easy rhythm of practice. But he still tries, returning it with a forward surge and suck, clack of teeth eager if nothing else. He pants against the perro's mouth, eyelids fluttering under the weight of new passion intensifying beneath his ribs. Even if it's just a kiss with someone he's not met before, he is still emotional, attachment sudden and strong. ]