【 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.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
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. 💕
( Alright, look. The maid outfit was meant to be a joke.
A joke for himself, of course, since he's yet to come across anyone else here who happens to know Captain Gepard Landau, who Sampo has kept firmly mind while rifling through the costumes in search of something suitably hilarious. Think of it as a way to keep the game interesting for himself: what kind of costume would Gepard find most distasteful on him? What might cause him to forget all thoughts of arrest, and instead send him stammering into the back of his gauntlet?
The Maid. Gotta be. No doubt about it, actually, because Sampo is certain Gepard grew up surrounded by household staff waiting on hand to polish the eldest son's silver spoon. The Landaus have the privilege of being one of the most prominent noble families of Belobog, and in his experience? Nobles tend to follow their script to the letter for the first twenty or so years of their lives, and that script never fails to involve a whole host of household servants. What better way to make the guy crack than by taking a staple of home and making a mockery of the whole thing?
The costume itself is impressively tailored: it's low-cut across the tits, flattering in all the right places, with a cinched in waist and short little skirt fluffed up with petticoats. Sheer black stockings held up by a garter belt stretch tight across his thighs, and the heels? They're a little higher than he usually prefers, but fortunately he has more than enough practice to take it all in stride.
... Pun kind of intended.
The vibrator sitting in a small silk pouch? Yeah, Sampo's learned to expect those little inclusions by now — to the point where he doesn't think twice about taking a few minutes to get himself warm and ready before slipping the thing in. The whole set-up is obvious, right? Find the person on the other end of the toy, get up to something sexy, check off a card and continue on with Game 52. Easy!
What he doesn't expect are the complications that come with picking up the cute little feather duster. It isn't until he reaches the lobby that Sampo realises the odd sensation prickling his skin is the terrible urge to clean; he dusts off a light fitting, finds himself struck with an immediate wave of relief—
But then he's doubled over with a wave of something else, something deep and shivering and entirely not what he wants to associate with the act of dusting. Sampo grits his teeth as he straightens up to steady himself on his heels, those bright green eyes darting this way and that as he begins to compulsively dust at a nearby vase. What the hell kinda person gets off on watching a guy cleaning with a vibrator up his ass, huh!? This wasn't part of the plan! )
[ it might not have been part of sampo's plan, but it was definitely part of tseng's. as soon as he sees the man in the maid costume appear in the lobby, tseng immediately identifies him as the mark, but he's content for a moment to just observe—he takes in the outfit, the petticoats and tight waist and garter belts tight around his thighs, as well as the feather duster in hand and the comfort with which the man walks in those high heels. (interesting...) tseng's gaze is sharp as he tracks the man's movement around the room, but he doesn't immediately press his thumb against the button on the remote, not until he bends slightly at the waist to pay attention to dusting a light fixture.
that's when tseng presses the button, triggering a series of deep, thrumming vibrations that trail off into gentler tremors before looping back around again. the ripple of pleasure that runs through the other man's body is obvious to tseng, who knows what he's looking for: the shiver, the way his thighs tense and his back arches slightly before he forces himself to straighten up.
when the other man starts to move again, toward a vase this time, tseng eases off the vibrations until he's started to dust again. this time it's short, sharp bursts of strong vibrations with a two-second gap of nothing between them, designed to let the pleasure fade just enough in between that the next jolt comes as a surprise.
oh, tseng likes this. being able to control someone's body, their arousal, their pleasure, without even laying a hand on them? yeah, this is right up his alley. he lets the hand holding the remote lay casually across his lap, and uses his other hand to lift a cup of tea to his lips, taking a slow sip as his gaze tracks sampo around the room. ]
( Finding the person on the other end of the toy had seemed like the easiest thing in the world fifteen minutes ago, back when Sampo was formulating his little scheme to collect another easy card. He'd planned it to perfection: he'd lay on the charm, offer a few easy smiles, encourage the other person to get him off and then return the favour — but either his toy is malfunctioning, or he's found himself at the mercy of someone who would much prefer to drag it out.
Of course, it has to be the latter. Any thoughts of malfunctioning are thrown out the window when he realises he's being played with in plain sight: they offer him scant moments to collect himself, they let him think he can take a breath to recover, and then they wait for him to move before dialling the pulses up again. Sampo trembles where he stands as he shoves a hand between his legs, squeezes at his crotch, and sinks his teeth into his lower lip to bite back a ragged groan.
... C'mon, Sampo. Like this? In public? While he's no stranger to an audience he prefers a well-orchestrated performance, thank you very much, and "guy who gets himself off in front of anyone who happens to walk by" isn't quite the persona he's been hoping to cultivate for himself. He swears under his breath as he squeezes again, hoping to take the edge off for a few moments if he can, and— fuck, is that more dust?
Dropping to his knees, Sampo crawls forwards with his fluffy duster to begin cleaning the podium of the vase, the straps of his garter straining visibly as he squirms and shivers through the force of each vibration. At one point he drops his head on a fraying gasp as he presses his thighs together tight, a hot flush rising to his cheeks as he pants around a moan. )
C-C'mon, knock it off already!
( Who is he addressing? Who knows! Certainly not Sampo, that's for damn sure! Another pulse has him jerking forwards with a strangled little yelp: )
I get it, you win, just— how about we forget the game for now? I'll make it worth your while if you do!
( And if they don't? He's already clocked the nearest exit; he'll just have to take matters into his own hands. )
[ the circuit the man is on seems to take him around the perimeter of the room, starting at the entryway and slowly working his way around toward where tseng is sitting. it's a good path, for tseng—means that he gets to keep an eye on the other man's responses as he slowly approaches, the way he gets increasingly more flustered and more aroused the more tseng plays with him.
and make no mistake, tseng is playing with him. he changes the pattern of the vibrations with every press of the button in his hand, but he is absolutely timing the increased sensation to ensure that sampo has just enough time to think he's safe before he's overwhelmed by sensation again. it's no fun if it's easy, after all, whether that means easy to find tseng or easy to get off.
it'll take more than a pretty man getting hard for him to make tseng break his cover, but even he has to admit that when sampo braces himself against one of the podiums and shoves his hand down between his thighs, he comes pretty close to a noticeable inhalation. at least it seems more like he's trying to stave off the inevitable than trying to bring himself to completion, which is the only reason tseng doesn't turn the toy off entirely—and he's rewarded for that decision by the sight of sampo dropping to his knees and crawling to examine the base of a different stand, garters straining over the muscles in his thighs and his legs trembling with pleasure.
the plea, when it comes, earns a quirk of tseng's lips as he lifts his cup again. it's still not that easy—but he likes how bold this guy is, announcing to the entire lobby that he's being teased like he is.
idly, tseng uncrosses his legs, then crosses them again, adjusting his posture to make room for the growing erection between his thighs. ]
( This is the problem with Sampo: he's ridiculous through and through, and he has very little shame when it comes to getting what he needs. He squirms on the spot, precum soaking through the lace of his panties as the toy shivers closer to that spot inside him, before somehow managing to pull himself to his feet when it becomes apparent that his mystery partner has decided to remain just that.
Fine.
Fine!
Sampo clutches his feather duster tightly as he turns to head through the nearest set of double doors, pausing momentareily to give the gleaming brass knobs a cursory dust before leaving the lobby behind. Maybe if he gets himself out of range of said mystery partner the toy won't be able to pick up on the signal; he can try again later, when he's rubbed out his tension and taken some time to gather his thoughts.
It's all quite embarrassing, really. Sampo is supposed to be good at reading body language — at picking up cues and noticing that which people might rather remain undetected. That this person managed to distract him enough that he didn't even make it past step one is pretty frustrating, actually, however grumbling over that doesn't seem anywhere near as pressing as dealing with the hard jut of his cock in his underwear.
Irritation can be deal with later. Right now? He just wants to come.
It's somewhat costume-appropriate that the first private spot he finds is behind a door labelled "SUPPLIES". He elbows his way in to find himself standing in a small storage closet of sorts: neatly stacked shelves line the walls from ceiling to floor laden with all manner of "supplies:" sex toys, sex toy cleaning products, lubricants in all sorts of marketable flavours, as well as rubber gloves, wet-wipes, clear tubing, and what look to be a variety of gags. Sampo snorts just the once as he braces himself against one of the shelves with a lace-gloved hand, then peels the other off with his teeth before reaching down to pull his cock out of his panties. )
[ the obvious distraction in the way sampo makes his exit is the perfect opportunity for tseng, who abandons his tea and stands so he can make his way across the lobby in pursuit. he does take care to stay hidden, positioning himself behind columns, podiums, other guests, whatever it takes to keep out of sight—but makes sure to keep sampo in his line of sight, at least until he vanishes into the supply closet and lets the door swing shut behind him.
it's possible that the closed door will cut off the signal anyway, but just in case, tseng momentarily switches the vibrator off entirely. oh, he knows that the other man is probably inside that closet jerking off, but at the very least, tseng won't give him the satisfaction of letting the vibrator bring him to climax.
a quick glance around reveals that no one is even looking, so after a moment, with the remote still in hand, tseng pulls the door open and slips into the supply closet after him. ]
You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?
[ a little smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as the door swings shut behind them, and tseng gets his first good look at how hard the other man is, his cock in hand, flushed and slick with precum. he leans casually against the doorframe, crosses his arms over his chest, and lifts the hand holding the remote up so sampo can see it.
then, as if to prove a point, he presses the button to send another burst of deep vibrations through sampo from the toy in his ass. ]
If you'd found me before you came, I would have let you tell me how you wanted me to get you off. [ tsk, tsk. ]
( The vibrator dies down, and for a moment Sampo thinks he might have managed to get away with it — but then the door opens, and he finds himself caught like a deer in the headlights with his cock in his hand and his eyes on a stranger. )
Wha—!
( He lets go of himself quickly and pats down the fluffy tulle of the costume's skirt, attempting to salvage what little he might have left of his dignity. A pointless endeavour, really, considering this man will have seen him crawling around on the floor clutching his crotch, but holding on to his dick while he stands there staring just doesn't feel like the play right now. )
You could have knocked, pal!
( But then the guy holds up the small remote and Sampo feels his thighs twitch almost reflexively, as though anticipating another shock of sensation simply from laying eyes on the thing.
Turns out he isn't far off. )
... I dunno, I'd kind of hoped that—
( But his voice cuts out on a strangled little sound as the guy pushes a button on the remote, and Sampo wobbles on the spot before stumbling backwards to lean against the shelves. It's a deep, pulsing sensation that sets white sunbursts behind his eyes; Sampo's moan is a wrecked, throaty thing that chases his little stumble, and he throws his gloved hand out to grip at a shelf while the other presses down on his cock again. )
You're a real bastard — you know that, right?
( Panting a little, Sampo tries to shoot him a cocky grin as he lifts a foot to place it on one of the lower shelves to his right. )
I don't suppose you might let that deal might stand anyway?
So I've been told. [ but so often it's worth it, as it's worth it right now, for the look on sampo's face and the pleasure in that gorgeous moan as he stumbles back against the shelving. tseng turns down the vibrations again, giving sampo a moment of reprieve as he considers what to do with the other man. it wouldn't be right to let him come just like that, when he hadn't even worked to win the game... ]
I'm happy to hear your suggestions.
[ tseng straightens up from the doorframe and crosses the small room to stand in front of sampo. keeping the remote in one hand, he reaches the other one out to slip up under the fluffy tulle of the skirt and into the panties he finds below, curling long, cool fingers around sampo's cock and stroking, slow and almost indulgent. his length his hot in tseng's hand, and tseng hums softly in the back of his throat as he thumbs over the head to smear precum there. ]
You're this wet already and you barely even touched yourself. [ he doesn't sound derisive—if anything, he sounds a little impressed. ] Did it feel that good, knowing people were watching you? That I was watching you?
[ he's thorough with his fingers, making sure to note every little hitch of breath and soft sound that sampo makes, marking the things that feel the best so he can do those again and again. all the while, the little toy keeps buzzing, a steady hum that underscores their quiet conversation.
tseng is more than ready to wrap his fingers around sampo's cock and balls and stave off an orgasm if he must, but he hopes he'll get a little more teasing out of it before they get to that point. ]
( Sampo releases a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding when the vibrations fade again. The man closes the distance between them and he finds himself with nowhere to go — but why would he want to, when this Real Bastard is looking at him like he wants nothing more than to split him open and figure out how he works? There's something darkly attractive about him — something more than his stunningly handsome profile, his dark eyes, and the smooth curl of his mouth — and Sampo wets suddenly dry lips with a flick of his tongue as that hand slides under his skirt and wraps around his cock. )
Hah ...
( Long lashes veil his eyes for a moment as they slide shut on a wash of pleasure; Sampo shivers when Tseng thumbs over the head and begins to stroke him properly, the unaffected silk of his cadence sliding hot against him as he plays him like some kind of instrument. Heat rises into his cheeks as he grips a little tighter at the shelf he's holding onto, his now free hand hesitating for a moment before reaching to curl into the man's jacket.
Those words hit their mark. Sampo has always considered himself the confident sort: he knows what he likes, how he likes it, and is willing to try most anything once, but the idea of being seen by others in such a state without some careful planning beforehand? That had been something he'd reflexively tried to avoid; something that smacked of a power balance the likes of which should have been a dramatic turn-off.
... Funny, then, how his cock was harder than ever the whole time, and funny how he'd had to retreat into a closer to try and get himself off as quickly as possible. Can't blame it all on the buzzing of the toy.
Sampo swallows another groan as he arches against him with a sigh, his lashes low and his grin a lazy, cheeky thing that turns his lips up at the corners. He rocks up into his hand as he spreads his bent-up leg a little wider to open himself up to more: )
Maybe I did. Can't say I thought much of it while I was crawling around on the floor out there, but my dick was giving me grief for it the whole time.
( Don't think about it too much, Sampo. It's probably just a phase. )
[ the cock in his hand twitches faintly, and tseng lets a smirk tug at one corner of his mouth as he gives sampo a firm stroke in response. he doesn't let up, his hand moving steadily and smoothly, not quite with the intent of getting him off (yet) but certainly not with the intent of letting him calm down. ]
I did. [ tseng nudges the vibrator's intensity up just one notch, then tucks the remote into his pocket so he can cup sampo's face with his free hand. ] It was gorgeous.
[ and that's the truth, too. something about it—sampo, hard and wet and trembling, on his hands and knees trying to find the last specks of dust to clean up, something about the quiver in his thighs as he'd pressed them together to calm himself down, something about the flush in his face and the sheen of sweat as arousal built up under his skin.
tseng has no problem admitting he's a beautiful man. even more beautiful like this, turned on and at tseng's mercy with his cock in tseng's hand.
after a moment, tseng looses his grip on sampo's cock only to reach for one of the unopened bottles of lube on the shelf just behind him. he slicks his hand, making quick work of it, and when he returns his grip it's much slicker, making it easy for him to speed up a little. the lube makes filthy noises as he starts to jerk sampo off properly, grip firm from root to tip, twisting slightly on the upstroke for a little extra friction. ]
So, tell me. How would you like me to make you come? Just like this?
( Dry as they are, Sampo relishes the other man's easy strokes. He's too wound up to care that there's a slight edge of discomfort — fuck, right now it only serves to make the whole scene hotter — and he lets his head thunk back against the shelf as the vibrations inside him intensify again. There's a moment in which he almost says something about the guy having it in for him, but then a palm cups his face and all Sampo can focus on are those beautiful dark eyes, the slope of his nose, and the tempting fullness of his mouth.
He lucked out hard with this one, huh?
Fortunately, the man breaks through his dazed reverie by reaching for the lube before Sampo can do or say anything especially embarrassing. Sampo blinks through the moment then has to choke back a little groan; the lube is cold and Tseng isn't taking his time with him, leading to a confusing conflict of sensation as his hips squirm up into his palm. )
I mean if this is what you're offering, I'll take it.
( He manages, offering a breathless little laugh. Sampo reaches up to card a hand through the ink-black fall of his hair, his lashes fluttering briefly as the vibrator pushes more precome up to pearl at his already wet cock. )
But if I want more ...
( Sampo's lashes lower as he leans in close to let the tips of their noses brush. )
[ tseng lifts an eyebrow, his hand still moving steadily even as sampo squirms and his hips jerk a little in response to the vibrations. there’s something about this, too, how aware sampo seems of his own appeal, using his lovely dark lashes and fine features to their utmost advantage.
tseng leans in enough to give sampo want he clearly wants. their noses rub together, and their mouths are so close that tseng can feel the warm wash of sampo’s breath against his lips. ]
That’s twice now I’ve asked you to tell me how you want to come. I won’t ask a third time.
[ despite how hard he is in his own slacks, despite the heat running its thoughtful fingers up the lattice of his spine, tseng’s voice is cool and unaffected. he tightens his grip at the tip of sampo’s cock and rubs his thumb in purposeful, teasing little circles around the slit at the tip, smearing wet. ]
No catch.
[ the statement is both a promise and a threat. if sampo wants to give input about how tseng brings him to orgasm, he had better speak now or hold his peace.
in fact, tseng will kindly give him the opportunity to do so. he strokes sampo’s cock one more time, from root to tip, and then reaches down to curl his fingers around the base of it. a neat, firm grip, thumb against the side, fingers tucked neatly below his balls, squeezing just firmly enough that sampo couldn’t come if he wanted to.
tseng lets go of sampo’s chin and reaches for the remote control again, nudging the vibrations another level higher. ]
Sampo shivers where he stands as that low, rich voice whispers against his lips; as that thumb rubs over the tip of his dick and leaves him feeling raw with pent-up pleasure. Tseng is masterful in the way he teases out each little pulse of sensation, pushing him closer and closer to making a mess of the both of them before easing it just out of reach again. This isn't the first time Sampo's had sex like this, but it's been a while. He'd forgotten just how much he likes it. )
No catch, huh?
( But the Tseng gives him a good, firm stroke, curls his finger and thumb around the root of his cock, and turns up the vibrator again until it's all but hammering at his prostate. It's enough to push Sampo up onto his toes (yes, even in heels) as a strangled cry tears from his throat, his cock pulsing uselessly against the tight sensation of where Tseng is holding him off. )
O-Okay, okay!
( Sampo swallows thickly as he squirms where he stands, his fingers pulling at Tseng's clothes as he fights to catch his breath from the dizzying feeling of being unable to come. His balls feel tight and swollen, his cock is aching, and all of a sudden he finds himself desperate to give the man an answer so he'll release him. )
How about you suck me off?
( Not that immediate release is any kind of guarantee, of course, but Sampo is in no mind to think about that. He gasps in a breath as he nuzzles his nose against Tseng's cheek: )
[ there's something appealing about a man who's not shy about the noises he makes. the way sampo lets himself gasp and moan and, yes, cry out when tseng turns up the vibrator… every sound that comes from him is gorgeous, so pretty it makes tseng want to reward him.
he turns down the vibrator again, although he leaves it on its lowest setting, a steady little distraction as sampo tries to answer the question. his fingers, for the moment, stay where they are as tseng considers the request. of course, he doesn't need that long to think about it—but he's sort of enjoying the way sampo's thighs quiver as he eases back from the edge of pleasure, and so he draws the moment out just so he can watch more of that. ]
Hmm. [ once a little more of that tension has fled sampo's body, tseng finally releases his grip around the base of the other man's cock. having staved off one orgasm, he knows it'll be a balancing act to keep sampo's pleasure at bay, but tseng is confident he'll be able to manage.
indeed, immediate release is no guarantee at all.
tseng straightens up, his fingertips trailing along the vein that traces the underside of sampo's cock. ] I'm going to be very disappointed if I find that's not the case.
[ he won't be, really, but he likes the way this man responds to his teasing.
speaking of teasing: tseng pinches the head of his cock lightly between two fingers, just enough to squeeze a pearly drop of precum from the tip, and says, ] All right. I'll suck you off, but I won't let you come until I think your begging is pretty enough.
[ his other hand comes up to sampo's face, cupping his jaw and using his thumb to pull his lower lip down and expose the tip of his tongue and that gorgeous, wet mouth. ]
( Sampo sags with visible relief as Tseng turns the vibrator down again, and takes a moment to blink away the white spots of his almost-orgasm as his mind tries to catch up with whatever his body is doing. He'd been so close — so very close before Tseng had put a stop to it, and he finds himself shivering with oversensitivity as he twitches and strains against the other man's palm.
... Okay.
Okay.
Get it together, Sampo! )
Oh yeah? Well if there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I hate to disappoint. I promise it ain't gonna happen, pal.
( But Tseng will surely recognise the rogueish tilt to his lips and the glint behind his eyes. This is clearly a man who spends enough time getting up to no good that he can maintain it even while being edged, which suggests that mischief just might be part of his core personality.
... Dear oh dear.
Still, Sampo writhes against the shelves when Tseng's fingers pinch at the end of his dick, his teeth biting into his lower lip even as he laughs breathlessly at the other man's little warning. Wetness beads at the tip, drips onto the floor, and Sampo groans softly as Tseng relays his terms, his messy smirk growing a little wider as his dick twitches when he's told he'll need to beg. )
You like that, huh? You like having a guy beg for you while he's got a toy up his ass and your mouth on his dick?
( The man's thumb smears over his lower lip and Sampo's lashes dip lower, his tongue sliding hot against the pad of it before he closes his lips over the end. He sucks just the once, lets his tongue twirl around the tip of it like a sample of what's to come, before releasing it with a lewd pop as he tosses Tseng a wink. )
Deal. And hey — maybe I'll even manage to suck a smile onto that pretty mouth of yours.
I do. [ there's no hesitance in the answer. in fact, when tseng glances up to meet sampo's gaze again, there's enough of a visible smirk on his face to show that he means it entirely. ] There's very little I like more than making lovely messes out of my partners.
[ and sampo is a beautiful mess indeed. his tongue swirls around the tip of tseng's thumb, lascivious and lewd, and tseng feels his own cock throb in the confines of his slacks where it's pressed up against the zip. such a pretty mouth—tseng's looking forward to having his dick inside it.
but that's later.
now, tseng pushes the frilly fabric of sampo's skirt up and presses it to his lower belly with the flat of one palm, holding it out of the way and leaving his cock fully exposed. it gives tseng a clear view of his panties, damp and askew, and the straps of the garters wrapped tightly around muscular thighs. ] Hold this.
[ only when sampo's done as he's told does tseng take half a step back and sink gracefully to his knees. he brings his hands up to smooth the palms over the planes of muscle in sampo's thighs, feeling the minute twitches and shifts of muscle under skin as he adjusts his stance. the contrast of stockings and warm skin is delicious, and tseng hums low under his breath as one hand comes to rest on sampo's hip and the other reaches to steady the base of his cock.
where to begin. with the tip, tseng decides, and he leans forward, putting out his tongue to let sampo's cockhead rest against it. he tastes the sharp tang of precum, the salt musk of clean skin, and drags the flat of his tongue up over the sensitive frenulum and the ridge to tease at the slit with the tip of his tongue, then takes the entire head into his mouth. he sucks at it like it really is sweet as candy, a slow, indulgent throb of pressure from his lips and cheeks as he starts to bob his head, taking a little more with every pass.
this much is clear: it's a purposeful, deeply indulgent blowjob, the kind you only give when you truly enjoy the process and know you're very good at it. tseng asked for begging and he's determined to get it, and he keeps his hand steady at the base of sampo's cock as he works, ready to stave off another orgasm if need be. ]
( Sampo clutches at the fluffy handful of his skirts as the man moves to expose him properly, his own lips parted in eager anticipation as green eyes track his every move. He hasn't fucked many people who've been able to remain so effortlessly in control while getting on their knees to suck his dick, and yet this guy is managing it easily, as though the whole thing comes as naturally as breathing. It's hard not to believe his claim of liking to make lovely messes out of his partners — not when Sampo can feel himself unravelling before him like so much silly, frilly lace.
He exhales a wobbly little sound when strong palms smooth up over the front of his thighs, only vaguely aware of the way he's leaking into the front of his ruined panties. The deep thrum of the vibrator keeps him from being able to properly catch his breath — he knows he's panting, knows he probably sounds desperate — but the easy grin curving his lips suggests that Sampo isn't even remotely the type to care. )
You just gonna look at it, or what?
( Ah, but maybe he spoke too soon. A hot, wet tongue slicks a burst of sensation against the head of his cock, and Sampo sighs with relief at the drag of his tongue, the tease of his slit, and finally the wrap of lips around him. The man takes his time, allows him to feel every inch of each plush pass over him, and Sampo's fingers tighten to a fist to ball up the handful of his skirts. )
Oh yeah ...
( Sampo chuckles breathlessly, his free hand moving to pull down the low-cut bust of his outfit to expose hard, pink nipples. He cups one of his pecs, squeezes firmly, then pinches at a nipple, rolling the gold-studded bud between his fingertips as Tseng swallows him down deeper with each bob of is head.
Riled up as he is — denied as he has been — it doesn't take long for him to feel the tell-tale squeeze of orgasm pushing its way behind his balls again. Sampo's hole clenches around the toy in deep, hard pulses as precum slicks over Tseng's tongue, his thighs tensing and his balls drawing up close to his body as he's brought to that knife's edge of coming again. He's so, so fucking close, perhaps so close that he's forgotten Tseng wanted him to beg—
And so instead of saying please, Sampo simply lets his head drop back as his hips rock minutely into the wet velvet of the other man's mouth. )
Yeah, fuck yeah, I'm gonna—
( Just a few more of those deep sucks should do it. )
[ ah, ah. it's a good thing that sampo is so beautifully responsive, so physical—it means that tseng can feel his orgasm rising from a mile away, starting in the tension of his thighs and crawling up to the way his cock throbs and his balls tighten. but he's not begging, and so he doesn't get to come—not, of course, that tseng's not going to get him most of the way there.
he ducks his head again, hollows his cheeks and draws back, a firm, deep pass of suction—and at the same time, his hand shifts to wrap his fingers firmly around the base of sampo's length, thumb tucked under his balls in a makeshift cockring, holding his orgasm at bay even as his tongue keeps working at the head where precum is dripping insistently from his tip.
after another moment, tseng pulls back and off sampo's cock entirely. he looks up at him, cool and unruffled except for the way his mouth is flushed and a little swollen, his hand still tight where it's keeping sampo from achieving release. ]
Not yet, you aren't. [ tseng's other hand pets almost affectionately at sampo's hip, a little soothing gesture in contrast to the other ways in which he's being a right bastard. ] I think my expectations were clear, no?
[ beg pretty, and then you get to come. those were the terms, and sampo agreed; tseng isn't inclined to make changes in the middle, not when he enjoys this so very much. another pearl of precum beads at the tip of sampo's cock, and he leans forward to lick it up with an approving sound. ]
Look how wet you are. You want to come so badly, don't you? [ tseng's gaze flicks up, his eyebrow lifting. ] Then you know what you have to do.
[ and he leans forward, makeshift cockring still firmly in place, and swallows sampo all the way down so that when he swallows, the muscles of his throat work tight around the head of sampo's cock. ]
( Sampo does want to come so badly. He's close — close enough that he's aching for even the barest hint of relief — but then he can't help but wonder whether said relief would be as good as this man making him wait for it. It fills him with a giddy, dizzying feeling of anticipation and naughtiness, and the wolfish slash of his grin suggests that he's thoroughly enjoying himself in spite of being forcibly held back. )
Fuck ... y-yeah, I guess we did make that agreement, huh?
( How could he forget? His voice is shaky, a little breathy, but there's a hum of pleasure in the depths of it. One hands reaches down to card through the other man's hair as he soaks up the plump flush of his lips; he's a stunner, whoever he is, and Sampo's dick twitches miserably against the circle of his fingers as he wets his own mouth with a flick of his tongue. )
How about—
( Whatever Sampo had been intending to say is cut off on a choked little groan as Tseng's lips close around his cock again. He sucks him deep and hard like he wants to torment him as much as possible, his throat tight, slick, and so fucking hot that Sampo's thighs jump and shiver with it.)
Fuck! Fuck, okay, please, please babe— I wanna come so bad—
( And it's not like his balls aren't trying, overstimulated as he is. Sampo feels them pulse and tighten as Tseng holds back his orgasm with his expert grip, and he scrabbles at the shelving behind him with his free hand as the toy continues to edge him closer and closer still. He throws his head back, his breathing heavy, before forcing himself to look down at him with a wild shine in his eyes: )
Lemme come on that pretty face, please — I promise I'll be as good as you want!
[ there it is, the moment that sampo's begging goes from theatrical to genuine. it's always nice to meet someone who likes being edged as much as tseng likes edging, so it's certainly not to say that tseng doesn't appreciate the teasing tone of sampo's voice or the way he's clearly enjoying himself—but there's also a unique kind of pleasure in being able to pinpoint the moment that they shift from teasing to real need, real desperation.
for sampo, it's this: the moment that he throws his head back in an effort to catch his breath, and then the look of wild need in his eyes as he brings his gaze back down to meet tseng's. there's something so erotic about it that it almost aches, the knowledge of how far tseng has pushed this beautiful man and how lavishly he's about to be rewarded for his efforts.
and, well. they are in a supply closet, after all. there might never be a better place to let someone come on his face, considering how many cleanup items are close at hand. so tseng pulls back, looks up at sampo as if considering the plea, and then brings his other hand up to wrap around sampo's length and stroke it firmly. ]
Say it again. [ his thumb rubs firmly over the ridged head of sampo's cock, over the slit in the tip, smearing precum and saliva. ] Tell me how badly you want to come. Promise me you'll be good.
[ and if sampo does—which tseng assumes he will—then he'll get what he wants. tseng tips his head back just enough, then releases his grip on sampo's cock, his other hand stroking quick and firm and without hesitation to bring sampo over the edge into climax. ]
Sampo laughs breathlessly as Tseng's instructions sink another hook of pleasure into his gut; it pulls him away from the shelves hips-first, his whole body shivering with it, because fuck if he doesn't look picture-perfect with his open lips and his hand around his dick. )
I want it— fuck, sweetheart, I never wanted to come so bad—
( His balls shift up against his body as a bold of tension ripples up his thighs and squeezes at his hole. A wet, whining sound escapes him as his grip on the shelves turns white, each breath squeezing out of him just a little harder as he's pulled towards the end of that knife's edge. )
Promise — oh fuck, I promise, I promise I'll be so good— so good for you babe—
( The pressure at the base of his dick lifts. Sampo shrieks. Hopefully Tseng has done this enough that he can time the precise moment a person comes to his edging, because Sampo doesn't get in so much as a breath before he's spurting hot ropes of come across his face. It's a hard, borderline painful orgasm after having been held off for so long, and his cock throbs and jumps with each pulse as he empties his aching balls.
He's gonna die. Oh, he's gonna die, and he won't even get the chance to thank the guy for giving him the sweetest death imaginable.
By the time he's finished Sampo is a shaking, sweating mess, and he collapses back against the shelves with a dazed little moan as he tries to gather himself enough to speak. )
You ... hn—
( But he's already grinning his trademark grin — for all it's a little less wolfish and a lot more stupid than usual. )
Now, if I was a little less in my right mind— ( Sampo chuckles again, still panting, before tossing a cheeky wink down at Tseng. ) I'd be asking to ask you to marry me right about now.
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— the nest.
( Alright, look. The maid outfit was meant to be a joke.
A joke for himself, of course, since he's yet to come across anyone else here who happens to know Captain Gepard Landau, who Sampo has kept firmly mind while rifling through the costumes in search of something suitably hilarious. Think of it as a way to keep the game interesting for himself: what kind of costume would Gepard find most distasteful on him? What might cause him to forget all thoughts of arrest, and instead send him stammering into the back of his gauntlet?
The Maid. Gotta be. No doubt about it, actually, because Sampo is certain Gepard grew up surrounded by household staff waiting on hand to polish the eldest son's silver spoon. The Landaus have the privilege of being one of the most prominent noble families of Belobog, and in his experience? Nobles tend to follow their script to the letter for the first twenty or so years of their lives, and that script never fails to involve a whole host of household servants. What better way to make the guy crack than by taking a staple of home and making a mockery of the whole thing?
The costume itself is impressively tailored: it's low-cut across the tits, flattering in all the right places, with a cinched in waist and short little skirt fluffed up with petticoats. Sheer black stockings held up by a garter belt stretch tight across his thighs, and the heels? They're a little higher than he usually prefers, but fortunately he has more than enough practice to take it all in stride.
... Pun kind of intended.
The vibrator sitting in a small silk pouch? Yeah, Sampo's learned to expect those little inclusions by now — to the point where he doesn't think twice about taking a few minutes to get himself warm and ready before slipping the thing in. The whole set-up is obvious, right? Find the person on the other end of the toy, get up to something sexy, check off a card and continue on with Game 52. Easy!
What he doesn't expect are the complications that come with picking up the cute little feather duster. It isn't until he reaches the lobby that Sampo realises the odd sensation prickling his skin is the terrible urge to clean; he dusts off a light fitting, finds himself struck with an immediate wave of relief—
But then he's doubled over with a wave of something else, something deep and shivering and entirely not what he wants to associate with the act of dusting. Sampo grits his teeth as he straightens up to steady himself on his heels, those bright green eyes darting this way and that as he begins to compulsively dust at a nearby vase. What the hell kinda person gets off on watching a guy cleaning with a vibrator up his ass, huh!? This wasn't part of the plan! )
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that's when tseng presses the button, triggering a series of deep, thrumming vibrations that trail off into gentler tremors before looping back around again. the ripple of pleasure that runs through the other man's body is obvious to tseng, who knows what he's looking for: the shiver, the way his thighs tense and his back arches slightly before he forces himself to straighten up.
when the other man starts to move again, toward a vase this time, tseng eases off the vibrations until he's started to dust again. this time it's short, sharp bursts of strong vibrations with a two-second gap of nothing between them, designed to let the pleasure fade just enough in between that the next jolt comes as a surprise.
oh, tseng likes this. being able to control someone's body, their arousal, their pleasure, without even laying a hand on them? yeah, this is right up his alley. he lets the hand holding the remote lay casually across his lap, and uses his other hand to lift a cup of tea to his lips, taking a slow sip as his gaze tracks sampo around the room. ]
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( Finding the person on the other end of the toy had seemed like the easiest thing in the world fifteen minutes ago, back when Sampo was formulating his little scheme to collect another easy card. He'd planned it to perfection: he'd lay on the charm, offer a few easy smiles, encourage the other person to get him off and then return the favour — but either his toy is malfunctioning, or he's found himself at the mercy of someone who would much prefer to drag it out.
Of course, it has to be the latter. Any thoughts of malfunctioning are thrown out the window when he realises he's being played with in plain sight: they offer him scant moments to collect himself, they let him think he can take a breath to recover, and then they wait for him to move before dialling the pulses up again. Sampo trembles where he stands as he shoves a hand between his legs, squeezes at his crotch, and sinks his teeth into his lower lip to bite back a ragged groan.
... C'mon, Sampo. Like this? In public? While he's no stranger to an audience he prefers a well-orchestrated performance, thank you very much, and "guy who gets himself off in front of anyone who happens to walk by" isn't quite the persona he's been hoping to cultivate for himself. He swears under his breath as he squeezes again, hoping to take the edge off for a few moments if he can, and— fuck, is that more dust?
Dropping to his knees, Sampo crawls forwards with his fluffy duster to begin cleaning the podium of the vase, the straps of his garter straining visibly as he squirms and shivers through the force of each vibration. At one point he drops his head on a fraying gasp as he presses his thighs together tight, a hot flush rising to his cheeks as he pants around a moan. )
C-C'mon, knock it off already!
( Who is he addressing? Who knows! Certainly not Sampo, that's for damn sure! Another pulse has him jerking forwards with a strangled little yelp: )
I get it, you win, just— how about we forget the game for now? I'll make it worth your while if you do!
( And if they don't? He's already clocked the nearest exit; he'll just have to take matters into his own hands. )
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and make no mistake, tseng is playing with him. he changes the pattern of the vibrations with every press of the button in his hand, but he is absolutely timing the increased sensation to ensure that sampo has just enough time to think he's safe before he's overwhelmed by sensation again. it's no fun if it's easy, after all, whether that means easy to find tseng or easy to get off.
it'll take more than a pretty man getting hard for him to make tseng break his cover, but even he has to admit that when sampo braces himself against one of the podiums and shoves his hand down between his thighs, he comes pretty close to a noticeable inhalation. at least it seems more like he's trying to stave off the inevitable than trying to bring himself to completion, which is the only reason tseng doesn't turn the toy off entirely—and he's rewarded for that decision by the sight of sampo dropping to his knees and crawling to examine the base of a different stand, garters straining over the muscles in his thighs and his legs trembling with pleasure.
the plea, when it comes, earns a quirk of tseng's lips as he lifts his cup again. it's still not that easy—but he likes how bold this guy is, announcing to the entire lobby that he's being teased like he is.
idly, tseng uncrosses his legs, then crosses them again, adjusting his posture to make room for the growing erection between his thighs. ]
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( This is the problem with Sampo: he's ridiculous through and through, and he has very little shame when it comes to getting what he needs. He squirms on the spot, precum soaking through the lace of his panties as the toy shivers closer to that spot inside him, before somehow managing to pull himself to his feet when it becomes apparent that his mystery partner has decided to remain just that.
Fine.
Fine!
Sampo clutches his feather duster tightly as he turns to head through the nearest set of double doors, pausing momentareily to give the gleaming brass knobs a cursory dust before leaving the lobby behind. Maybe if he gets himself out of range of said mystery partner the toy won't be able to pick up on the signal; he can try again later, when he's rubbed out his tension and taken some time to gather his thoughts.
It's all quite embarrassing, really. Sampo is supposed to be good at reading body language — at picking up cues and noticing that which people might rather remain undetected. That this person managed to distract him enough that he didn't even make it past step one is pretty frustrating, actually, however grumbling over that doesn't seem anywhere near as pressing as dealing with the hard jut of his cock in his underwear.
Irritation can be deal with later. Right now? He just wants to come.
It's somewhat costume-appropriate that the first private spot he finds is behind a door labelled "SUPPLIES". He elbows his way in to find himself standing in a small storage closet of sorts: neatly stacked shelves line the walls from ceiling to floor laden with all manner of "supplies:" sex toys, sex toy cleaning products, lubricants in all sorts of marketable flavours, as well as rubber gloves, wet-wipes, clear tubing, and what look to be a variety of gags. Sampo snorts just the once as he braces himself against one of the shelves with a lace-gloved hand, then peels the other off with his teeth before reaching down to pull his cock out of his panties. )
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it's possible that the closed door will cut off the signal anyway, but just in case, tseng momentarily switches the vibrator off entirely. oh, he knows that the other man is probably inside that closet jerking off, but at the very least, tseng won't give him the satisfaction of letting the vibrator bring him to climax.
a quick glance around reveals that no one is even looking, so after a moment, with the remote still in hand, tseng pulls the door open and slips into the supply closet after him. ]
You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?
[ a little smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as the door swings shut behind them, and tseng gets his first good look at how hard the other man is, his cock in hand, flushed and slick with precum. he leans casually against the doorframe, crosses his arms over his chest, and lifts the hand holding the remote up so sampo can see it.
then, as if to prove a point, he presses the button to send another burst of deep vibrations through sampo from the toy in his ass. ]
If you'd found me before you came, I would have let you tell me how you wanted me to get you off. [ tsk, tsk. ]
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( The vibrator dies down, and for a moment Sampo thinks he might have managed to get away with it — but then the door opens, and he finds himself caught like a deer in the headlights with his cock in his hand and his eyes on a stranger. )
Wha—!
( He lets go of himself quickly and pats down the fluffy tulle of the costume's skirt, attempting to salvage what little he might have left of his dignity. A pointless endeavour, really, considering this man will have seen him crawling around on the floor clutching his crotch, but holding on to his dick while he stands there staring just doesn't feel like the play right now. )
You could have knocked, pal!
( But then the guy holds up the small remote and Sampo feels his thighs twitch almost reflexively, as though anticipating another shock of sensation simply from laying eyes on the thing.
Turns out he isn't far off. )
... I dunno, I'd kind of hoped that—
( But his voice cuts out on a strangled little sound as the guy pushes a button on the remote, and Sampo wobbles on the spot before stumbling backwards to lean against the shelves. It's a deep, pulsing sensation that sets white sunbursts behind his eyes; Sampo's moan is a wrecked, throaty thing that chases his little stumble, and he throws his gloved hand out to grip at a shelf while the other presses down on his cock again. )
You're a real bastard — you know that, right?
( Panting a little, Sampo tries to shoot him a cocky grin as he lifts a foot to place it on one of the lower shelves to his right. )
I don't suppose you might let that deal might stand anyway?
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I'm happy to hear your suggestions.
[ tseng straightens up from the doorframe and crosses the small room to stand in front of sampo. keeping the remote in one hand, he reaches the other one out to slip up under the fluffy tulle of the skirt and into the panties he finds below, curling long, cool fingers around sampo's cock and stroking, slow and almost indulgent. his length his hot in tseng's hand, and tseng hums softly in the back of his throat as he thumbs over the head to smear precum there. ]
You're this wet already and you barely even touched yourself. [ he doesn't sound derisive—if anything, he sounds a little impressed. ] Did it feel that good, knowing people were watching you? That I was watching you?
[ he's thorough with his fingers, making sure to note every little hitch of breath and soft sound that sampo makes, marking the things that feel the best so he can do those again and again. all the while, the little toy keeps buzzing, a steady hum that underscores their quiet conversation.
tseng is more than ready to wrap his fingers around sampo's cock and balls and stave off an orgasm if he must, but he hopes he'll get a little more teasing out of it before they get to that point. ]
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( Sampo releases a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding when the vibrations fade again. The man closes the distance between them and he finds himself with nowhere to go — but why would he want to, when this Real Bastard is looking at him like he wants nothing more than to split him open and figure out how he works? There's something darkly attractive about him — something more than his stunningly handsome profile, his dark eyes, and the smooth curl of his mouth — and Sampo wets suddenly dry lips with a flick of his tongue as that hand slides under his skirt and wraps around his cock. )
Hah ...
( Long lashes veil his eyes for a moment as they slide shut on a wash of pleasure; Sampo shivers when Tseng thumbs over the head and begins to stroke him properly, the unaffected silk of his cadence sliding hot against him as he plays him like some kind of instrument. Heat rises into his cheeks as he grips a little tighter at the shelf he's holding onto, his now free hand hesitating for a moment before reaching to curl into the man's jacket.
Those words hit their mark. Sampo has always considered himself the confident sort: he knows what he likes, how he likes it, and is willing to try most anything once, but the idea of being seen by others in such a state without some careful planning beforehand? That had been something he'd reflexively tried to avoid; something that smacked of a power balance the likes of which should have been a dramatic turn-off.
... Funny, then, how his cock was harder than ever the whole time, and funny how he'd had to retreat into a closer to try and get himself off as quickly as possible. Can't blame it all on the buzzing of the toy.
Sampo swallows another groan as he arches against him with a sigh, his lashes low and his grin a lazy, cheeky thing that turns his lips up at the corners. He rocks up into his hand as he spreads his bent-up leg a little wider to open himself up to more: )
Maybe I did. Can't say I thought much of it while I was crawling around on the floor out there, but my dick was giving me grief for it the whole time.
( Don't think about it too much, Sampo. It's probably just a phase. )
... You saw that, huh?
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I did. [ tseng nudges the vibrator's intensity up just one notch, then tucks the remote into his pocket so he can cup sampo's face with his free hand. ] It was gorgeous.
[ and that's the truth, too. something about it—sampo, hard and wet and trembling, on his hands and knees trying to find the last specks of dust to clean up, something about the quiver in his thighs as he'd pressed them together to calm himself down, something about the flush in his face and the sheen of sweat as arousal built up under his skin.
tseng has no problem admitting he's a beautiful man. even more beautiful like this, turned on and at tseng's mercy with his cock in tseng's hand.
after a moment, tseng looses his grip on sampo's cock only to reach for one of the unopened bottles of lube on the shelf just behind him. he slicks his hand, making quick work of it, and when he returns his grip it's much slicker, making it easy for him to speed up a little. the lube makes filthy noises as he starts to jerk sampo off properly, grip firm from root to tip, twisting slightly on the upstroke for a little extra friction. ]
So, tell me. How would you like me to make you come? Just like this?
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( Dry as they are, Sampo relishes the other man's easy strokes. He's too wound up to care that there's a slight edge of discomfort — fuck, right now it only serves to make the whole scene hotter — and he lets his head thunk back against the shelf as the vibrations inside him intensify again. There's a moment in which he almost says something about the guy having it in for him, but then a palm cups his face and all Sampo can focus on are those beautiful dark eyes, the slope of his nose, and the tempting fullness of his mouth.
He lucked out hard with this one, huh?
Fortunately, the man breaks through his dazed reverie by reaching for the lube before Sampo can do or say anything especially embarrassing. Sampo blinks through the moment then has to choke back a little groan; the lube is cold and Tseng isn't taking his time with him, leading to a confusing conflict of sensation as his hips squirm up into his palm. )
I mean if this is what you're offering, I'll take it.
( He manages, offering a breathless little laugh. Sampo reaches up to card a hand through the ink-black fall of his hair, his lashes fluttering briefly as the vibrator pushes more precome up to pearl at his already wet cock. )
But if I want more ...
( Sampo's lashes lower as he leans in close to let the tips of their noses brush. )
What's the catch, handsome?
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tseng leans in enough to give sampo want he clearly wants. their noses rub together, and their mouths are so close that tseng can feel the warm wash of sampo’s breath against his lips. ]
That’s twice now I’ve asked you to tell me how you want to come. I won’t ask a third time.
[ despite how hard he is in his own slacks, despite the heat running its thoughtful fingers up the lattice of his spine, tseng’s voice is cool and unaffected. he tightens his grip at the tip of sampo’s cock and rubs his thumb in purposeful, teasing little circles around the slit at the tip, smearing wet. ]
No catch.
[ the statement is both a promise and a threat. if sampo wants to give input about how tseng brings him to orgasm, he had better speak now or hold his peace.
in fact, tseng will kindly give him the opportunity to do so. he strokes sampo’s cock one more time, from root to tip, and then reaches down to curl his fingers around the base of it. a neat, firm grip, thumb against the side, fingers tucked neatly below his balls, squeezing just firmly enough that sampo couldn’t come if he wanted to.
tseng lets go of sampo’s chin and reaches for the remote control again, nudging the vibrations another level higher. ]
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( Oh, boy. This guy is gonna be the death of him.
Sampo shivers where he stands as that low, rich voice whispers against his lips; as that thumb rubs over the tip of his dick and leaves him feeling raw with pent-up pleasure. Tseng is masterful in the way he teases out each little pulse of sensation, pushing him closer and closer to making a mess of the both of them before easing it just out of reach again. This isn't the first time Sampo's had sex like this, but it's been a while. He'd forgotten just how much he likes it. )
No catch, huh?
( But the Tseng gives him a good, firm stroke, curls his finger and thumb around the root of his cock, and turns up the vibrator again until it's all but hammering at his prostate. It's enough to push Sampo up onto his toes (yes, even in heels) as a strangled cry tears from his throat, his cock pulsing uselessly against the tight sensation of where Tseng is holding him off. )
O-Okay, okay!
( Sampo swallows thickly as he squirms where he stands, his fingers pulling at Tseng's clothes as he fights to catch his breath from the dizzying feeling of being unable to come. His balls feel tight and swollen, his cock is aching, and all of a sudden he finds himself desperate to give the man an answer so he'll release him. )
How about you suck me off?
( Not that immediate release is any kind of guarantee, of course, but Sampo is in no mind to think about that. He gasps in a breath as he nuzzles his nose against Tseng's cheek: )
My dick's sweet as candy, I swear.
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he turns down the vibrator again, although he leaves it on its lowest setting, a steady little distraction as sampo tries to answer the question. his fingers, for the moment, stay where they are as tseng considers the request. of course, he doesn't need that long to think about it—but he's sort of enjoying the way sampo's thighs quiver as he eases back from the edge of pleasure, and so he draws the moment out just so he can watch more of that. ]
Hmm. [ once a little more of that tension has fled sampo's body, tseng finally releases his grip around the base of the other man's cock. having staved off one orgasm, he knows it'll be a balancing act to keep sampo's pleasure at bay, but tseng is confident he'll be able to manage.
indeed, immediate release is no guarantee at all.
tseng straightens up, his fingertips trailing along the vein that traces the underside of sampo's cock. ] I'm going to be very disappointed if I find that's not the case.
[ he won't be, really, but he likes the way this man responds to his teasing.
speaking of teasing: tseng pinches the head of his cock lightly between two fingers, just enough to squeeze a pearly drop of precum from the tip, and says, ] All right. I'll suck you off, but I won't let you come until I think your begging is pretty enough.
[ his other hand comes up to sampo's face, cupping his jaw and using his thumb to pull his lower lip down and expose the tip of his tongue and that gorgeous, wet mouth. ]
And I'll expect you to return the favor.
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( Sampo sags with visible relief as Tseng turns the vibrator down again, and takes a moment to blink away the white spots of his almost-orgasm as his mind tries to catch up with whatever his body is doing. He'd been so close — so very close before Tseng had put a stop to it, and he finds himself shivering with oversensitivity as he twitches and strains against the other man's palm.
... Okay.
Okay.
Get it together, Sampo! )
Oh yeah? Well if there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I hate to disappoint. I promise it ain't gonna happen, pal.
( But Tseng will surely recognise the rogueish tilt to his lips and the glint behind his eyes. This is clearly a man who spends enough time getting up to no good that he can maintain it even while being edged, which suggests that mischief just might be part of his core personality.
... Dear oh dear.
Still, Sampo writhes against the shelves when Tseng's fingers pinch at the end of his dick, his teeth biting into his lower lip even as he laughs breathlessly at the other man's little warning. Wetness beads at the tip, drips onto the floor, and Sampo groans softly as Tseng relays his terms, his messy smirk growing a little wider as his dick twitches when he's told he'll need to beg. )
You like that, huh? You like having a guy beg for you while he's got a toy up his ass and your mouth on his dick?
( The man's thumb smears over his lower lip and Sampo's lashes dip lower, his tongue sliding hot against the pad of it before he closes his lips over the end. He sucks just the once, lets his tongue twirl around the tip of it like a sample of what's to come, before releasing it with a lewd pop as he tosses Tseng a wink. )
Deal. And hey — maybe I'll even manage to suck a smile onto that pretty mouth of yours.
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[ and sampo is a beautiful mess indeed. his tongue swirls around the tip of tseng's thumb, lascivious and lewd, and tseng feels his own cock throb in the confines of his slacks where it's pressed up against the zip. such a pretty mouth—tseng's looking forward to having his dick inside it.
but that's later.
now, tseng pushes the frilly fabric of sampo's skirt up and presses it to his lower belly with the flat of one palm, holding it out of the way and leaving his cock fully exposed. it gives tseng a clear view of his panties, damp and askew, and the straps of the garters wrapped tightly around muscular thighs. ] Hold this.
[ only when sampo's done as he's told does tseng take half a step back and sink gracefully to his knees. he brings his hands up to smooth the palms over the planes of muscle in sampo's thighs, feeling the minute twitches and shifts of muscle under skin as he adjusts his stance. the contrast of stockings and warm skin is delicious, and tseng hums low under his breath as one hand comes to rest on sampo's hip and the other reaches to steady the base of his cock.
where to begin. with the tip, tseng decides, and he leans forward, putting out his tongue to let sampo's cockhead rest against it. he tastes the sharp tang of precum, the salt musk of clean skin, and drags the flat of his tongue up over the sensitive frenulum and the ridge to tease at the slit with the tip of his tongue, then takes the entire head into his mouth. he sucks at it like it really is sweet as candy, a slow, indulgent throb of pressure from his lips and cheeks as he starts to bob his head, taking a little more with every pass.
this much is clear: it's a purposeful, deeply indulgent blowjob, the kind you only give when you truly enjoy the process and know you're very good at it. tseng asked for begging and he's determined to get it, and he keeps his hand steady at the base of sampo's cock as he works, ready to stave off another orgasm if need be. ]
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( Sampo clutches at the fluffy handful of his skirts as the man moves to expose him properly, his own lips parted in eager anticipation as green eyes track his every move. He hasn't fucked many people who've been able to remain so effortlessly in control while getting on their knees to suck his dick, and yet this guy is managing it easily, as though the whole thing comes as naturally as breathing. It's hard not to believe his claim of liking to make lovely messes out of his partners — not when Sampo can feel himself unravelling before him like so much silly, frilly lace.
He exhales a wobbly little sound when strong palms smooth up over the front of his thighs, only vaguely aware of the way he's leaking into the front of his ruined panties. The deep thrum of the vibrator keeps him from being able to properly catch his breath — he knows he's panting, knows he probably sounds desperate — but the easy grin curving his lips suggests that Sampo isn't even remotely the type to care. )
You just gonna look at it, or what?
( Ah, but maybe he spoke too soon. A hot, wet tongue slicks a burst of sensation against the head of his cock, and Sampo sighs with relief at the drag of his tongue, the tease of his slit, and finally the wrap of lips around him. The man takes his time, allows him to feel every inch of each plush pass over him, and Sampo's fingers tighten to a fist to ball up the handful of his skirts. )
Oh yeah ...
( Sampo chuckles breathlessly, his free hand moving to pull down the low-cut bust of his outfit to expose hard, pink nipples. He cups one of his pecs, squeezes firmly, then pinches at a nipple, rolling the gold-studded bud between his fingertips as Tseng swallows him down deeper with each bob of is head.
Riled up as he is — denied as he has been — it doesn't take long for him to feel the tell-tale squeeze of orgasm pushing its way behind his balls again. Sampo's hole clenches around the toy in deep, hard pulses as precum slicks over Tseng's tongue, his thighs tensing and his balls drawing up close to his body as he's brought to that knife's edge of coming again. He's so, so fucking close, perhaps so close that he's forgotten Tseng wanted him to beg—
And so instead of saying please, Sampo simply lets his head drop back as his hips rock minutely into the wet velvet of the other man's mouth. )
Yeah, fuck yeah, I'm gonna—
( Just a few more of those deep sucks should do it. )
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he ducks his head again, hollows his cheeks and draws back, a firm, deep pass of suction—and at the same time, his hand shifts to wrap his fingers firmly around the base of sampo's length, thumb tucked under his balls in a makeshift cockring, holding his orgasm at bay even as his tongue keeps working at the head where precum is dripping insistently from his tip.
after another moment, tseng pulls back and off sampo's cock entirely. he looks up at him, cool and unruffled except for the way his mouth is flushed and a little swollen, his hand still tight where it's keeping sampo from achieving release. ]
Not yet, you aren't. [ tseng's other hand pets almost affectionately at sampo's hip, a little soothing gesture in contrast to the other ways in which he's being a right bastard. ] I think my expectations were clear, no?
[ beg pretty, and then you get to come. those were the terms, and sampo agreed; tseng isn't inclined to make changes in the middle, not when he enjoys this so very much. another pearl of precum beads at the tip of sampo's cock, and he leans forward to lick it up with an approving sound. ]
Look how wet you are. You want to come so badly, don't you? [ tseng's gaze flicks up, his eyebrow lifting. ] Then you know what you have to do.
[ and he leans forward, makeshift cockring still firmly in place, and swallows sampo all the way down so that when he swallows, the muscles of his throat work tight around the head of sampo's cock. ]
I am begging here also 🙏
( Sampo does want to come so badly. He's close — close enough that he's aching for even the barest hint of relief — but then he can't help but wonder whether said relief would be as good as this man making him wait for it. It fills him with a giddy, dizzying feeling of anticipation and naughtiness, and the wolfish slash of his grin suggests that he's thoroughly enjoying himself in spite of being forcibly held back. )
Fuck ... y-yeah, I guess we did make that agreement, huh?
( How could he forget? His voice is shaky, a little breathy, but there's a hum of pleasure in the depths of it. One hands reaches down to card through the other man's hair as he soaks up the plump flush of his lips; he's a stunner, whoever he is, and Sampo's dick twitches miserably against the circle of his fingers as he wets his own mouth with a flick of his tongue. )
How about—
( Whatever Sampo had been intending to say is cut off on a choked little groan as Tseng's lips close around his cock again. He sucks him deep and hard like he wants to torment him as much as possible, his throat tight, slick, and so fucking hot that Sampo's thighs jump and shiver with it. )
Fuck! Fuck, okay, please, please babe— I wanna come so bad—
( And it's not like his balls aren't trying, overstimulated as he is. Sampo feels them pulse and tighten as Tseng holds back his orgasm with his expert grip, and he scrabbles at the shelving behind him with his free hand as the toy continues to edge him closer and closer still. He throws his head back, his breathing heavy, before forcing himself to look down at him with a wild shine in his eyes: )
Lemme come on that pretty face, please — I promise I'll be as good as you want!
i grip your hands and spin u around
for sampo, it's this: the moment that he throws his head back in an effort to catch his breath, and then the look of wild need in his eyes as he brings his gaze back down to meet tseng's. there's something so erotic about it that it almost aches, the knowledge of how far tseng has pushed this beautiful man and how lavishly he's about to be rewarded for his efforts.
and, well. they are in a supply closet, after all. there might never be a better place to let someone come on his face, considering how many cleanup items are close at hand. so tseng pulls back, looks up at sampo as if considering the plea, and then brings his other hand up to wrap around sampo's length and stroke it firmly. ]
Say it again. [ his thumb rubs firmly over the ridged head of sampo's cock, over the slit in the tip, smearing precum and saliva. ] Tell me how badly you want to come. Promise me you'll be good.
[ and if sampo does—which tseng assumes he will—then he'll get what he wants. tseng tips his head back just enough, then releases his grip on sampo's cock, his other hand stroking quick and firm and without hesitation to bring sampo over the edge into climax. ]
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( This guy really is too much.
Sampo laughs breathlessly as Tseng's instructions sink another hook of pleasure into his gut; it pulls him away from the shelves hips-first, his whole body shivering with it, because fuck if he doesn't look picture-perfect with his open lips and his hand around his dick. )
I want it— fuck, sweetheart, I never wanted to come so bad—
( His balls shift up against his body as a bold of tension ripples up his thighs and squeezes at his hole. A wet, whining sound escapes him as his grip on the shelves turns white, each breath squeezing out of him just a little harder as he's pulled towards the end of that knife's edge. )
Promise — oh fuck, I promise, I promise I'll be so good— so good for you babe—
( The pressure at the base of his dick lifts. Sampo shrieks. Hopefully Tseng has done this enough that he can time the precise moment a person comes to his edging, because Sampo doesn't get in so much as a breath before he's spurting hot ropes of come across his face. It's a hard, borderline painful orgasm after having been held off for so long, and his cock throbs and jumps with each pulse as he empties his aching balls.
He's gonna die. Oh, he's gonna die, and he won't even get the chance to thank the guy for giving him the sweetest death imaginable.
By the time he's finished Sampo is a shaking, sweating mess, and he collapses back against the shelves with a dazed little moan as he tries to gather himself enough to speak. )
You ... hn—
( But he's already grinning his trademark grin — for all it's a little less wolfish and a lot more stupid than usual. )
Now, if I was a little less in my right mind— ( Sampo chuckles again, still panting, before tossing a cheeky wink down at Tseng. ) I'd be asking to ask you to marry me right about now.
( After head like that, what man wouldn't?! )