【 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. 💕
[ it's... an embarrassing enough situation, fervently trying to get yourself off in the presence of another all in the hopes of getting them out of some ridiculous predicant — if feng xin had coin for every time this has happened so far, with the other party protesting it, at that, he'd have two, which yeesh isn't a lot but the fact it's happened twice at all — so being yelled at in the process certainly doesn't help to put one in the mood, so to speak. ]
It isn't fine, though.
[ he thinks of xie lian, who had been beaten down so often, for so long, that he'd learned to just view his body as any other tool to be used and abused—
feng xin grits his teeth, head bowed down to stare at his hand stuffed into his pants, pumping futilely at himself. hell, even judgmental john is staring at his back in mute shock. ]
This place is going to put you in situations like this, time and time again, so any time you can cheat it — why not take that opportunity?
[ seriously, what the fuck. does this guy just not get it? ] You idiot, [ he starts, and then can't speak past the stone in his throat. this is so stupid. people aren't supposed to be like this with him. it was already bad enough at home with horus, but at least with horus he can sort of rationalize it. here? this guy's a stranger. he's heard what seth has done.
maybe it wouldn't matter. maybe he's like this with everyone, no matter how monstrous. ]
I said it's fine, [ he finally gets out, chest heaving, overwhelmed and embarrassed and upset by his own reaction to.. all of this. ] I-- [ fuck. fuck. ] I never get to say it's okay, so why don't you fucking understand?
nbd nbd just my heart aching for seth for the nth time nbd
[ short of clobbering feng xin upside the head (and even then, it's got to be a really good hit), there's very little that can be done to stop him once he's stubbornly set his mind on something.
what seth says, though? yeah, that'll do it.
(give him a second to awkwardly draw his hand out of his pants........)
then he's turning back to face seth, tanned cheeks splotchy with embarrassment. ]
Make me understand, then.
it's fine, it's all fine!!! (nothing is fine) also just to be safe, cw: sa mentions
[ seth's own face is nearly as red as his hair and eyes, the color spreading clear down his throat in some combination of humiliation and anger. he doesn't want to talk about it, not in front of a stranger and a stupid talking painting. he wants to stuff it all in a tiny box and hide it away in the smallest, weakest, ugliest parts of him, where no one can ever find it or make him look at it again.
he almost takes it back. he almost just sits down in the corner of this ridiculous box and tells this guy to fuck off, because that would be easier and he could endure that. ]
They don't ask, [ he spits before he can change his mind. ] None of us have a choice here, but you didn't just.. [ he trails off, making a frustrated gesture. ] So it's fine! I don't mind. You're not trying to own me. You didn't just do whatever you want.
[ feng xin raises a hand to his brow, feeling that curdling of anger churn deep in his gut again. with no other outlet for it, and judgmental john's own poor timing of choosing that moment to speak up again — something derisive and condescending, he's sure. feng xin doesn't actually hear much of it before he's suddenly slamming a fist right over the portrait's face. the painted man balks, ducking away from the frame for the time being. ]
I wouldn't — Fuck, I'd never — [ fuck. fuck. can he really make such promises, knowing what this resort can get up to when it's motivated? fuck, why's he even making it about him right now?!
his hands drop to balled fists at his sides, and when he looks back to seth there's embers in the golds of his eyes. ]
[ a startled breath hiccups out of him. the violence almost makes him laugh, familiar and weirdly comforting for a god so steeped in it for so long, making him forget for a brief moment that he's not really a god anymore. john's disappearance is just a bonus, leaving one less person to witness seth's shame.
the stuttered protest makes his jaw clench, his hands ball into fists at his side, but it's fine, isn't it? he's not even a man anymore. osiris made him something else, and people can sense that. no amount of blood could hide it in the end.
he doesn't know if he wants it to feel good. if it does, that means he enjoys it. that means he'd enjoyed what the foreigner did, and sometimes what the men of the caravan did. and if that's true, then he'd liked all of those times with osiris, and he can't bear that. he'll break. he'll fucking shatter, and there won't be enough of him left for the bracelet to gather back up and put back together.
but this is different, isn't it? he'd agreed. feng xin hasn't even touched him. feng xin has asked. ]
If I-- [ his nails pierce his palms. ] If I say stop, you'll stop. [ he wets his mouth, meeting the intense gold of the other man's eyes. (he hadn't noticed them before. how had he not realized how much like home they look?) ] If that's.. agreeable, then.. [ why is he shaking? this is ridiculous. he's ridiculous. ] Yes, alright.
[ "if that's agreeable," as if that isn't the most basic thing that should be agreed upon in interactions like this. once more he finds that anger coiling, but he struggles to tamper it down, knowing it has no place here. whoever it is that's hurt seth, whoever it is that ever took his ability to choose away from him — they're not here right now. and they should pray they never meet feng xin now that he knows. ]
I won't do anything unless you allow it. I won't even touch you if I don't ask first.
[ his hands he keeps at his sides, and slowly he lowers himself down to his knees right in front of seth. even now he wants to reach out, lay a comforting hand over those trembling fists. ]
Can I use my mouth on you? Or will my hands be enough?
[ feng xin sinks down to his knees, and seth suddenly can't look at him. he feels strangely fragile, and that's terrifying. he was the strongest god in all of kemet. he'd protected it for thousands of years: other lands and other gods had feared his name, had run at the sight of him. even once he'd fallen into madness and despair, even after he'd turned on the humans he'd protected for so long, he'd still been powerful. he can endure anything, can't he? it's supposed to be awful for him. otherwise, how can he ever understand what he put his people through?
he hates this kindness, even as he craves it. he wants to be given the choice, even as he fears it. ]
It's-- It's fine, [ he manages to get out, finally letting himself look at the other man again, how still he is. this is.. not like with anyone else he's been with. even horus, who's been far too gentle with him, had taken his kiss as blanket permission and overwhelmed him. but feng xin has no reason to crave him the way horus does, so maybe..
he hesitates, fists slowly uncurling, body easing closer with all the wariness of an animal. a hand lifts, fingertips touching the other man's jaw, sliding up to the curve of his ear. his nails brush through the dark hair near his nape as his other hand finds feng xin's shoulder, and he bends to press his mouth to the other god's in a kiss that's nearly chaste. ]
[ is it really fine? is what feng xin's scrunched up expression manages to say, before the other god bends at the waist. his lips part, ready to protest and reassert that he's fine, just like this, when a pair of very, very tentative lips fold over his, quieting him instantly.
honestly, it... does very little to help seth's case here. if anything, it only makes it that much more obvious to feng xin how carefully he has to move forward with this. slowly, with the same sort of caution seth had in approaching him, one of feng xin's hands come up to gently cup seth's chin. not to hold him steady or in place, but as simply the safest option for an anchoring point for feng xin. he kisses back without pushing forward, simply letting his lips fold over seth's in something bordering on tender. another kiss, moved a few millimeters to the right, landing just at the corner of puckered lips.
hid other hand comes up, calloused fingertips landing lightly along a pale throat. his eyes, half-lidded, watch the other man carefully as one finger presses lightly on a pulse. ]
[ it's tentative, a little testing, and he knows it probably does make him look like some sort of frightened maiden. but when feng xin doesn't grab him, when his hands remain careful, his mouth asking permission instead of devouring him, seth eases back again with a surprised blink. .. maybe it's really fine, then.
his head tilts slightly at the gentle pressure against his throat, fingers curling in the fabric across the other man's shoulder as he stares down in mild, bewildered disbelief. in spite of himself, tension eases out of his shoulders, and he nods briefly, more sure of his answer this time. ]
As long as you pay attention, you don't have to ask for every touch. [ his own thumb rubs over the corner of the other god's mouth, something a little wry in his expression. ] You have better self-control than most men I know.
[ seth's finger dips into the deep frown set on feng xin's lips; he can be annoyingly dense sometimes, but the implication behind seth's words land squarely on that pit of anger he's been trying so hard to ignore this whole time. ]
I think I'd like to have a few words with most men you know, [ come his grumpy grumble, ultimately an impotent thing when they're both still stuck here — in the elevator, and the resort in general.
he pushes it all out in a brief, frustrated puff of air. the next second his hand is slipping around the curve of seth's neck, porcelain-white against the more olive notes of his hand. he leans in for another kiss — soft, off-center on full lips, and then he's aiming lower, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses to the spot he'd earlier indicated.
he listens well, careful to pay attention to the way seth reacts to everything he does. another kiss there, lips parted a little more this time, leaving the area a little wet, so that when he leans back and blows a breath of air on it, it should be cold, but only pleasantly so. ]
[ in spite of himself, he clicks his tongue at the comment. he might be a mess, and he's not the god he was, but he doesn't need or want anyone else to fight his battles. the things that have happened to him.. they're his own doing, from the very start.
instead of dwelling on it, though, he leans into the next kiss, trying to remember the way he used to kiss his wife, trying to focus on here and now. this is nothing like the other men who've kissed him, who've taken too much too fast, or entirely against his wishes. even if seth wouldn't normally allow something like this, especially with a stranger, it's-- good? he thinks? not bad, at least, and that's hopeful.
his skin prickles beneath feng xin's breath, and his own hitches faintly. red hair slips across his shoulder, curtaining them both for a moment, but then he's simply dragging the edge of his shendyt up so he can settle astride the other man's thighs. it's not-- if this was the foreigner, he'd never, but standing like that was going to get uncomfortable for them both. ]
Do that again, [ he demands, because it had been nice, and sweeps his hair back away from his neck, his other hand curling more firmly over feng xin's shoulder. ] .. This is.. better.
[ at this point in time, not bad is perhaps the best feng xin can hope for, though he'd really more prefer it if that were the least he'll be able to accomplish this evening. seth may not want a hero or a knight — but feng xin has already got it into his head to banish all thoughts of other men out of the redhead's mind... even if only for this moment.
the shift in position catches him by surprise, and he realizes belatedly he should have just stood back up from the start. (though maybe that would have still presented them with a similar problem, being taller than the other and all.) he's quick, of course, to rationalize the gesture — it is better, for their necks both, the practicality of it all keeping him from getting too caught up in the pleasantness of the warmth and weight across his lap. one hand settles along the dip of seth's narrow hips, but it's a light weight, barely there unless you were really paying attention.
his other hand remains by the other god's neck, helping to draw that vibrant fall of hair away. (it's a rich, almost awful color — freshly spilled blood most befitting of a war god — but beautiful in the rarity he's seen it on a person's head. the same color as seth's eyes, and he has to wonder if it's all on purpose.) there on that neck he presses another lazy kiss, smothering the small quirk of a smile there prompted by the other man's demand. as amused as he is by it, he likes to think it's another good sign; a mouse wouldn't make demands of its predator, after all. ]
What did you like? [ they're closer, so he doesn't bother to speak loudly. ] The tongue? [ lips parting wider on this next kiss, tongue snaking out to trace a circle directly over a pulse point. ] Or the breath? [ and then he pulls back again, this second blow of breath longer, drawn out to tease. ]
[ the hand on his waist should feel possessive, and maybe with someone else, it would, but feng xin has been careful in how he touches him, making certain not to trap him or hold him down. so it feels.. good, hot against his skin, like a promise.
the wet swipe of the other man's tongue makes him shudder, pleasure sparking briefly over nerves, drawn out by the breath across his pulse. he knows he's being teased, and that should be irritating, but instead, he huffs, turning his head to nip the other man's ear in retaliation. ]
Both, [ he mumbles against the small bite, tilting his head into feng xin's fingers, and taking his shame and uncertainty and putting them both away for now, he rolls his hips against the other man's. he can be afraid of his own pleasure later: for now, there's this, this stupid little space and this ridiculous place, this empty portrait frame, and a stranger that wants to please him. ]
You can touch me more than this. [ he drags his mouth across a high cheekbone, finds the corner of feng xin's mouth. his hand presses the one against his hip down harder, hips rolling again, making a breath stutter out of him with the shock of it. ] Like-- Like this.
[ maybe he'd been too overly cautious in the beginning, but maybe that's also the reason seth can feel as comfortable as he does — at least, that's what feng xin hopes this is. that little bite, the roll of those hips; he hopes that's the other man relaxing into the possibility of pleasure, and not (another) resigned assertiveness meant to just bullrush through the process as a means to get it over with.
maybe that's why he teases, to coax more of that fire to flare for reasons other than fury. or maybe he finds he just likes the way seth responds. ]
Like this?
[ he keeps his lips where they are, parted so his breaths mingle with seth's. from here he can't see much past the thick, burgundy lashes and kohl a stark black. but he doesn't need his eyes to see where that hand beneath seth's travels just a little lower, pressing down with more intent just as his own hips rock up in meeting. he isn't hard, not yet, but he isn't lacking, either. the thin cotton of his pants do little to mask what could be in offer, were seth to decide his wants reached that far.
but there isn't anything insistent in the movement, mere friction for friction. if anything, the hand along that hip is doing more with an occasional squeeze and swipe of a rough thumb along a hipbone, further encouraging seth to chase what bliss he craved. ]
Ah-- [ it's clear he didn't mean to make a sound, if the warmth beginning to fill his face again is any indication. ] Idiot. [ there's no heat in it, though, or at least no more heat than a little embarrassment lends to his voice. ] Like that. Just.. [ he trails off, distracted, following the rock of the other man's hips, one hand twisted in the back of his shirt like he's holding on for dear life.
fuck. is that--? he's not even hard yet.
his thighs spread wider, and his free hand pushes down between them, curling briefly over his own half-hard cock beneath the layers of his shendyt--oh--then brushing his knuckles over feng xin's. ] .. Will it even fit..? [ it's a vaguely worried mumble, unfocused from the shaky desire, from the feeling of that thumb on his hip, lips brushing ticklishly against his own. experience says it will, but does he really want to rely on his experience here? ]
Hey. [ teeth nip again, small fangs against feng xin's jaw, breathing in clean skin as he rocks down harder, pushing his own palm more insistently between them with the movement. ] How should I--? [ fuck. ] Can I make you hard?
[ from the beginning, feng xin's been intent on taking cue from the other, to not chase out his own desires lest they ruin whatever good will he's already managed to build between them. but he's as much a man as he is a god, and that deliberate brush of knuckles is enough to draw a low groan from the back of his throat, rumbling deep in his chest.
(will it fit? of course it can, but if he's worried, feng xin has enough spiritual power to shapeshift into something more palatable—)
briefly, his head tips back, lower lip caught between his teeth as he squeezes that hip again in — in what? encouragement? a play for self-control? whatever the reason, he's easing up that grip a second later, forcing a rough breath through his nose. ]
Yeah, [ he eventually answers, dipping his head back down again to seek out seth's lips for a clumsy kiss. distractedly, he gives the man's lip a little nip, before drawing it in for an idle suck. ] Do whatever you want — here —
[ the hand along seth's neck finally remembers itself and moves, slipping down to grasp at the man's thigh, just below the curve of an ass. with a tug, seth's brought even closer, their chests near flush, the redhead's hand trapped between them as his weight now settles entirely on feng xin's cock, which has already begun to thicken up into a suitable hardness, so that when seth so much as shifts, he'll be able to feel feng xin's interest without a doubt.
he dips his head down, eyes half-lidded as they watch seth's hand press down against himself. ]
Should I touch you too? I can...
[ he trails off, reaching up instead to wrap a large hand around seth's own. he doesn't touch, not yet, but he coaxes that hand to keep going. ]
[ he.. likes this, he thinks. he likes having choices, being able to act instead of just react. feng xin is nothing like nephthys, of course, but this is.. more like his sex life with her, before everything had gone to shit. he'd loved pleasing her, and she'd loved to please him, but in recent times, he'd begun to think that perhaps it just wasn't in a man's nature to let another man influence his pleasure. or perhaps, he'd thought, it was simply to do with seth himself, some fault in him, some weakness.. or the thing osiris had put inside him, changing him.
but this is... good.
his breath hitches as he's tugged closer, so much of their bodies now in contact, feng xin's cock beginning to fill out under his ass. he can't believe he's even considering taking it inside, not after everything, but he can't deny the uneasy flicker of desire growing low in his belly. and with his own cock hard against his palm now, rutting and rocking against his hand and feng xin's sturdy body, his thoughts are growing hazier, more full of want than wariness.
the other god's hand touches his, and he doesn't even bother to answer with words, turning his fingers to grasp feng xin's and pulling them against him. ] Nn, just-- let me-- [ he rolls his hips, grinding against the other man's lap, and reaches with his freed hand, clumsily dragging the knots of his shendyt open, tugging the fabric loose so that he's mostly bare. he ducks his head, then, teeth finding the tender spot just beneath feng xin's jaw, both hands dragging at the other man's shirt. ] You all.. [ he grumbles against his skin, pressing his nose to his pulse. ] .. wear so many layers here.
You get used to it, [ comes his wholly unnecessary response, but he finds he rather likes the sound of seth's voice; even if all he's doing is complaining, there's a part of feng xin that wants to egg him on so he never stops. (it must be all those centuries being around mu qing... he can't help feeling a soft spot for men who snap and snarl. does that make him sentimental, or a masochist? geez, it's probably both.)
what seth will probably better appreciate right now are feng xin's actions; at the first sign of insistence, feng xin doesn't hesitate and presses a firm hand down against seth's straining cock, which then becomes a steady fist wrapped around once that shendyt is tugged loose. seth is all teeth and bite and claws, that it's probably pretty maddening feng xin has been only tenderness since the onset. he had decided, more or less, to be gentle, if only to prove he wouldn't be like any of the others who'd denied seth his choices — but now he has to wonder if perhaps part of that choice is a bit of roughness? he settles for a compromise: a teasing bite that tugs on the lobe of seth's ear, and a hand pressing firm on the low of the other god's back, timed perfectly to meet the rough grind up of his own hips. he's nearly completely hard now, a thick pressure cleaving between seth's ass and spread thighs. ]
Do you want me bare too?
[ a hot breath against seth's ear, a drag of tongue along the shell of it. ]
[ his brow drops to feng xin's shoulder as the other man's hand wraps around his cock, and he muffles a groan there, hands twisting in his shirt, toes curling. the bite to his ear earns a little jolt of surprise, adding to the pleasure that's already building far too quickly. he's been told he's too sensitive, and maybe now he has to believe it. ]
Are you going to walk back naked? [ he huffs, starting to sound a little breathless. he's contrary at the best of times, though, so he lets a few claws push through, and he pops the button of feng xin's pants entirely off, then rakes them down the center of his shirt, only just nicking the skin near his collarbone as he drags the fabric back off his shoulder. he drops his mouth to the spot in apology, tongue flattening against bare flesh-- and ruining it a moment later as his teeth follow again. he didn't think he liked that sort of thing, marking someone, but maybe it just depends on who he's with.
claws sheathing, he pushes his hand back down between them, rising up onto his knees so he can free the other man's own cock. there's a few dazed moments where he just looks at it, but then he tilts his face back up, catching his mouth in another kiss as he wraps slender fingers around him. it's the first time since osiris that he's handled another man like this, and the first time he's wanted to, but it's hard to focus on it with feng xin's hands on him, holding him close, sending shocks of pleasure straight through him with every twist of his wrist. ]
You-- [ a gasp against his mouth, shuddering again. ] You can fuck me. If you want.
[ he's pleased the risk of that bite paid off, though he wishes he had nibbled a little harder, tugged a little more insistently if only to prolong that shudder, or draw out another one of those delicious groans.
walking back naked is a future problem he'll deal with when he has to, but so far it seems like seth has left his pants salvageable. he can work with holding those up till he can find his way back to his room, and he almost gets to say as much until the next thing stops him still.
the claws are — interesting. but perhaps more interesting still is the shiver of thrill it incites in him, made all the more obvious by the way his cock downright throbs with need at that brief sting of broken skin. okay — cool. so he's into that, it seems. 800 years young, and he's still learning quite a lot about himself here.
he joins seth in glance down at themselves, how the sheer differences in their size speak nothing of how swollen and red they both are with need. before he can even say anything about it, though, seth swallows him up in a searing kiss, and he momentarily forgets what he'd been about to offer. ]
I do.
[ his voice is a low scratch against gravel, but his movements are fluid when he rocks his cock into the heat of those slender fingers. how that motion brings their lengths close enough he can wrap one large hand around them both, pressing heat to heat.
he chases seth's lips for another kiss, and another still. always, always, he has to ask, but especially here— ]
Is it okay that I do?
[ not just if, but that he should want seth in that way at all. because he does, does that make him no better than the men who've taken from him...? ]
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[ seth's claws are a weapon, and that's really the only way he thinks of them, but he may have to rethink that with the way feng xin responds to them. he doesn't have much time to consider how to tease him about his reaction, though, before the other man is pushing them into further contact, until his hand is holding them together. he makes a small, wrecked noise, both hands flying to clutch feng xin's arms, whole body trembling as his hips jump into his grip. he's leaking already, embarrassingly close when they've barely started.
the question filters through his need, and red eyes dart back up, meeting gold with surprise. ] Yes. [ it's an instinctive answer, without much thought behind it, but after a moment, he adds a second yes, hands tightening around the other man's forearms. ] You said.. you'd stop. If I want to. [ his mouth softens against feng xin's, almost tender, head fuzzy with want and gratitude, a little anxiety, and still that distant thread of shame, that it isn't a thing a man should accept or want.
a second kiss, then a third, tongue curling briefly behind feng xin's teeth, insistent, before he pulls back again, panting. ] But you have to-- [ he squirms on his lap, tugging at his wrist to urge him to release them. ] I'll-- I'll come, it doesn't take much. [ especially once he is being fucked. he knows what godly stamina looks like, and at best, seth is only a demigod now. he doesn't want another repeat of that night. ] At least get your fingers in me first. [ .. fuck, that was embarrassing to say. ]
[ pulled back, seth would have a perfect front row seat to the way feng xin's expression flickers through his shifting emotions. hopelessly direct and incapable of masking his emotions to a fault, there's no mistaking how he goes from intense to hungry to — well. something caught between surprise and confusion. lips parting into a small 'o' because, uh, there go his plans to take his time and make this a (favorably!) memorable experience for seth.
okay. okay that's fine, he can regroup, he's a martial god after all, he can think on his feet and adjust. ]
Would it— [ shit, now it's his turn to be embarrassed. he avoids the other man's eyes for the first time since they've started, his cheeks coloring faintly. ] I could be... smaller for you... if that'll help.
[ he had intended to bring that up when seth initially drew him out, and seemed unnerved if not at least a little uneasy by the sight of him. he hasn't yet had to put his shapeshifting abilities to use in these situations but, well. his partner's comfort will always come first. and if seth is indeed going to be coming first, then maybe he doesn't want to have to fuss with all the extra prep???? ]
seth huffs, somewhere between embarrassed and amused, and slides both hands up to cup the back of feng xin's head, leaning in to nip at his mouth. ] I'll come, [ he corrects himself, ] several times. It's just that.. [ his glance cuts away, the embarrassment taking over the amusement. ] .. it's too much after a while, so if you have a lot of stamina.. [ he can't believe he's discussing this. but feng xin seems to want above all to make it good for seth, even if it means changing himself, so he ought to be direct, right?
he kisses him again, reassuring, feeling almost fond about this strange war-god. then he reaches down to stroke him again, pressing lips to his jaw. ] I don't want you to change yourself. As long as you're.. patient.. it's fine.
[ he isn't often called patient — too known throughout the heavenly capital as a temperamental man with too short a fuse — but he likes to think he can restrain himself where it counts. his path to ascension might not have involved the same sort of mental discipline as some of his peers, but his doggedness is what got him where he is today, and if there's one thing he never goes back on, it's his word. whatever it is seth wants from him that evening, he'll make sure to deliver in full. ]
Got it. [ or, that's what he would have liked to respond with, but it comes out a little mofe garbled and strained after being poorly timed with the stroke of seth's hand. ]
Fuck, [ he ends up saying instead, tapering off into a low groan that borders on needy. in his haste to keep checking in with seth, he'd forgotten all about his own body's needs; that firm hand around him is an electrifying reminder of just how keyed up he is.
he looks around them in a daze — he's not actually sure why for, it's not like he expected anything new to happen to their surroundings — except maybe he should have because — has that futon and jar of oil always been there??? no. definitely not. but he doesn't really want to think too hard about that, instead lifting seth up in one arm so he can scooch them over close enough that he can gently lean the man back onto the cushion.
another kiss, rough around the edges and more tongue and teeth than lips. ]
Try to hold back, if you can. [ one hand blindly tips that jar of oil over, slicking up three in one go. two seek out that sensitive spot between seth's legs. one gently presses forward to make first penetration. ] I want the first time you come to be around my cock.
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It isn't fine, though.
[ he thinks of xie lian, who had been beaten down so often, for so long, that he'd learned to just view his body as any other tool to be used and abused—
feng xin grits his teeth, head bowed down to stare at his hand stuffed into his pants, pumping futilely at himself. hell, even judgmental john is staring at his back in mute shock. ]
This place is going to put you in situations like this, time and time again, so any time you can cheat it — why not take that opportunity?
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maybe it wouldn't matter. maybe he's like this with everyone, no matter how monstrous. ]
I said it's fine, [ he finally gets out, chest heaving, overwhelmed and embarrassed and upset by his own reaction to.. all of this. ] I-- [ fuck. fuck. ] I never get to say it's okay, so why don't you fucking understand?
nbd nbd just my heart aching for seth for the nth time nbd
what seth says, though? yeah, that'll do it.
(give him a second to awkwardly draw his hand out of his pants........)
then he's turning back to face seth, tanned cheeks splotchy with embarrassment. ]
Make me understand, then.
it's fine, it's all fine!!! (nothing is fine) also just to be safe, cw: sa mentions
he almost takes it back. he almost just sits down in the corner of this ridiculous box and tells this guy to fuck off, because that would be easier and he could endure that. ]
They don't ask, [ he spits before he can change his mind. ] None of us have a choice here, but you didn't just.. [ he trails off, making a frustrated gesture. ] So it's fine! I don't mind. You're not trying to own me. You didn't just do whatever you want.
cw: gestures at all of ennead, tbh
I wouldn't — Fuck, I'd never — [ fuck. fuck. can he really make such promises, knowing what this resort can get up to when it's motivated? fuck, why's he even making it about him right now?!
his hands drop to balled fists at his sides, and when he looks back to seth there's embers in the golds of his eyes. ]
So let me ask you, then.
[ let him do this properly. ]
Seth. Will you let me make you feel good?
sighs in osiris
the stuttered protest makes his jaw clench, his hands ball into fists at his side, but it's fine, isn't it? he's not even a man anymore. osiris made him something else, and people can sense that. no amount of blood could hide it in the end.
he doesn't know if he wants it to feel good. if it does, that means he enjoys it. that means he'd enjoyed what the foreigner did, and sometimes what the men of the caravan did. and if that's true, then he'd liked all of those times with osiris, and he can't bear that. he'll break. he'll fucking shatter, and there won't be enough of him left for the bracelet to gather back up and put back together.
but this is different, isn't it? he'd agreed. feng xin hasn't even touched him. feng xin has asked. ]
If I-- [ his nails pierce his palms. ] If I say stop, you'll stop. [ he wets his mouth, meeting the intense gold of the other man's eyes. (he hadn't noticed them before. how had he not realized how much like home they look?) ] If that's.. agreeable, then.. [ why is he shaking? this is ridiculous. he's ridiculous. ] Yes, alright.
all my homies hate osiris!!!
I won't do anything unless you allow it. I won't even touch you if I don't ask first.
[ his hands he keeps at his sides, and slowly he lowers himself down to his knees right in front of seth. even now he wants to reach out, lay a comforting hand over those trembling fists. ]
Can I use my mouth on you? Or will my hands be enough?
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he hates this kindness, even as he craves it. he wants to be given the choice, even as he fears it. ]
It's-- It's fine, [ he manages to get out, finally letting himself look at the other man again, how still he is. this is.. not like with anyone else he's been with. even horus, who's been far too gentle with him, had taken his kiss as blanket permission and overwhelmed him. but feng xin has no reason to crave him the way horus does, so maybe..
he hesitates, fists slowly uncurling, body easing closer with all the wariness of an animal. a hand lifts, fingertips touching the other man's jaw, sliding up to the curve of his ear. his nails brush through the dark hair near his nape as his other hand finds feng xin's shoulder, and he bends to press his mouth to the other god's in a kiss that's nearly chaste. ]
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honestly, it... does very little to help seth's case here. if anything, it only makes it that much more obvious to feng xin how carefully he has to move forward with this. slowly, with the same sort of caution seth had in approaching him, one of feng xin's hands come up to gently cup seth's chin. not to hold him steady or in place, but as simply the safest option for an anchoring point for feng xin. he kisses back without pushing forward, simply letting his lips fold over seth's in something bordering on tender. another kiss, moved a few millimeters to the right, landing just at the corner of puckered lips.
hid other hand comes up, calloused fingertips landing lightly along a pale throat. his eyes, half-lidded, watch the other man carefully as one finger presses lightly on a pulse. ]
Can I kiss you here?
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his head tilts slightly at the gentle pressure against his throat, fingers curling in the fabric across the other man's shoulder as he stares down in mild, bewildered disbelief. in spite of himself, tension eases out of his shoulders, and he nods briefly, more sure of his answer this time. ]
As long as you pay attention, you don't have to ask for every touch. [ his own thumb rubs over the corner of the other god's mouth, something a little wry in his expression. ] You have better self-control than most men I know.
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I think I'd like to have a few words with most men you know, [ come his grumpy grumble, ultimately an impotent thing when they're both still stuck here — in the elevator, and the resort in general.
he pushes it all out in a brief, frustrated puff of air. the next second his hand is slipping around the curve of seth's neck, porcelain-white against the more olive notes of his hand. he leans in for another kiss — soft, off-center on full lips, and then he's aiming lower, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses to the spot he'd earlier indicated.
he listens well, careful to pay attention to the way seth reacts to everything he does. another kiss there, lips parted a little more this time, leaving the area a little wet, so that when he leans back and blows a breath of air on it, it should be cold, but only pleasantly so. ]
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instead of dwelling on it, though, he leans into the next kiss, trying to remember the way he used to kiss his wife, trying to focus on here and now. this is nothing like the other men who've kissed him, who've taken too much too fast, or entirely against his wishes. even if seth wouldn't normally allow something like this, especially with a stranger, it's-- good? he thinks? not bad, at least, and that's hopeful.
his skin prickles beneath feng xin's breath, and his own hitches faintly. red hair slips across his shoulder, curtaining them both for a moment, but then he's simply dragging the edge of his shendyt up so he can settle astride the other man's thighs. it's not-- if this was the foreigner, he'd never, but standing like that was going to get uncomfortable for them both. ]
Do that again, [ he demands, because it had been nice, and sweeps his hair back away from his neck, his other hand curling more firmly over feng xin's shoulder. ] .. This is.. better.
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the shift in position catches him by surprise, and he realizes belatedly he should have just stood back up from the start. (though maybe that would have still presented them with a similar problem, being taller than the other and all.) he's quick, of course, to rationalize the gesture — it is better, for their necks both, the practicality of it all keeping him from getting too caught up in the pleasantness of the warmth and weight across his lap. one hand settles along the dip of seth's narrow hips, but it's a light weight, barely there unless you were really paying attention.
his other hand remains by the other god's neck, helping to draw that vibrant fall of hair away. (it's a rich, almost awful color — freshly spilled blood most befitting of a war god — but beautiful in the rarity he's seen it on a person's head. the same color as seth's eyes, and he has to wonder if it's all on purpose.) there on that neck he presses another lazy kiss, smothering the small quirk of a smile there prompted by the other man's demand. as amused as he is by it, he likes to think it's another good sign; a mouse wouldn't make demands of its predator, after all. ]
What did you like? [ they're closer, so he doesn't bother to speak loudly. ] The tongue? [ lips parting wider on this next kiss, tongue snaking out to trace a circle directly over a pulse point. ] Or the breath? [ and then he pulls back again, this second blow of breath longer, drawn out to tease. ]
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the wet swipe of the other man's tongue makes him shudder, pleasure sparking briefly over nerves, drawn out by the breath across his pulse. he knows he's being teased, and that should be irritating, but instead, he huffs, turning his head to nip the other man's ear in retaliation. ]
Both, [ he mumbles against the small bite, tilting his head into feng xin's fingers, and taking his shame and uncertainty and putting them both away for now, he rolls his hips against the other man's. he can be afraid of his own pleasure later: for now, there's this, this stupid little space and this ridiculous place, this empty portrait frame, and a stranger that wants to please him. ]
You can touch me more than this. [ he drags his mouth across a high cheekbone, finds the corner of feng xin's mouth. his hand presses the one against his hip down harder, hips rolling again, making a breath stutter out of him with the shock of it. ] Like-- Like this.
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maybe that's why he teases, to coax more of that fire to flare for reasons other than fury. or maybe he finds he just likes the way seth responds. ]
Like this?
[ he keeps his lips where they are, parted so his breaths mingle with seth's. from here he can't see much past the thick, burgundy lashes and kohl a stark black. but he doesn't need his eyes to see where that hand beneath seth's travels just a little lower, pressing down with more intent just as his own hips rock up in meeting. he isn't hard, not yet, but he isn't lacking, either. the thin cotton of his pants do little to mask what could be in offer, were seth to decide his wants reached that far.
but there isn't anything insistent in the movement, mere friction for friction. if anything, the hand along that hip is doing more with an occasional squeeze and swipe of a rough thumb along a hipbone, further encouraging seth to chase what bliss he craved. ]
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fuck. is that--? he's not even hard yet.
his thighs spread wider, and his free hand pushes down between them, curling briefly over his own half-hard cock beneath the layers of his shendyt--oh--then brushing his knuckles over feng xin's. ] .. Will it even fit..? [ it's a vaguely worried mumble, unfocused from the shaky desire, from the feeling of that thumb on his hip, lips brushing ticklishly against his own. experience says it will, but does he really want to rely on his experience here? ]
Hey. [ teeth nip again, small fangs against feng xin's jaw, breathing in clean skin as he rocks down harder, pushing his own palm more insistently between them with the movement. ] How should I--? [ fuck. ] Can I make you hard?
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(will it fit? of course it can, but if he's worried, feng xin has enough spiritual power to shapeshift into something more palatable—)
briefly, his head tips back, lower lip caught between his teeth as he squeezes that hip again in — in what? encouragement? a play for self-control? whatever the reason, he's easing up that grip a second later, forcing a rough breath through his nose. ]
Yeah, [ he eventually answers, dipping his head back down again to seek out seth's lips for a clumsy kiss. distractedly, he gives the man's lip a little nip, before drawing it in for an idle suck. ] Do whatever you want — here —
[ the hand along seth's neck finally remembers itself and moves, slipping down to grasp at the man's thigh, just below the curve of an ass. with a tug, seth's brought even closer, their chests near flush, the redhead's hand trapped between them as his weight now settles entirely on feng xin's cock, which has already begun to thicken up into a suitable hardness, so that when seth so much as shifts, he'll be able to feel feng xin's interest without a doubt.
he dips his head down, eyes half-lidded as they watch seth's hand press down against himself. ]
Should I touch you too? I can...
[ he trails off, reaching up instead to wrap a large hand around seth's own. he doesn't touch, not yet, but he coaxes that hand to keep going. ]
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but this is... good.
his breath hitches as he's tugged closer, so much of their bodies now in contact, feng xin's cock beginning to fill out under his ass. he can't believe he's even considering taking it inside, not after everything, but he can't deny the uneasy flicker of desire growing low in his belly. and with his own cock hard against his palm now, rutting and rocking against his hand and feng xin's sturdy body, his thoughts are growing hazier, more full of want than wariness.
the other god's hand touches his, and he doesn't even bother to answer with words, turning his fingers to grasp feng xin's and pulling them against him. ] Nn, just-- let me-- [ he rolls his hips, grinding against the other man's lap, and reaches with his freed hand, clumsily dragging the knots of his shendyt open, tugging the fabric loose so that he's mostly bare. he ducks his head, then, teeth finding the tender spot just beneath feng xin's jaw, both hands dragging at the other man's shirt. ] You all.. [ he grumbles against his skin, pressing his nose to his pulse. ] .. wear so many layers here.
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what seth will probably better appreciate right now are feng xin's actions; at the first sign of insistence, feng xin doesn't hesitate and presses a firm hand down against seth's straining cock, which then becomes a steady fist wrapped around once that shendyt is tugged loose. seth is all teeth and bite and claws, that it's probably pretty maddening feng xin has been only tenderness since the onset. he had decided, more or less, to be gentle, if only to prove he wouldn't be like any of the others who'd denied seth his choices — but now he has to wonder if perhaps part of that choice is a bit of roughness? he settles for a compromise: a teasing bite that tugs on the lobe of seth's ear, and a hand pressing firm on the low of the other god's back, timed perfectly to meet the rough grind up of his own hips. he's nearly completely hard now, a thick pressure cleaving between seth's ass and spread thighs. ]
Do you want me bare too?
[ a hot breath against seth's ear, a drag of tongue along the shell of it. ]
Tear it all off, if you want. I won't mind.
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Are you going to walk back naked? [ he huffs, starting to sound a little breathless. he's contrary at the best of times, though, so he lets a few claws push through, and he pops the button of feng xin's pants entirely off, then rakes them down the center of his shirt, only just nicking the skin near his collarbone as he drags the fabric back off his shoulder. he drops his mouth to the spot in apology, tongue flattening against bare flesh-- and ruining it a moment later as his teeth follow again. he didn't think he liked that sort of thing, marking someone, but maybe it just depends on who he's with.
claws sheathing, he pushes his hand back down between them, rising up onto his knees so he can free the other man's own cock. there's a few dazed moments where he just looks at it, but then he tilts his face back up, catching his mouth in another kiss as he wraps slender fingers around him. it's the first time since osiris that he's handled another man like this, and the first time he's wanted to, but it's hard to focus on it with feng xin's hands on him, holding him close, sending shocks of pleasure straight through him with every twist of his wrist. ]
You-- [ a gasp against his mouth, shuddering again. ] You can fuck me. If you want.
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walking back naked is a future problem he'll deal with when he has to, but so far it seems like seth has left his pants salvageable. he can work with holding those up till he can find his way back to his room, and he almost gets to say as much until the next thing stops him still.
the claws are — interesting. but perhaps more interesting still is the shiver of thrill it incites in him, made all the more obvious by the way his cock downright throbs with need at that brief sting of broken skin. okay — cool. so he's into that, it seems. 800 years young, and he's still learning quite a lot about himself here.
he joins seth in glance down at themselves, how the sheer differences in their size speak nothing of how swollen and red they both are with need. before he can even say anything about it, though, seth swallows him up in a searing kiss, and he momentarily forgets what he'd been about to offer. ]
I do.
[ his voice is a low scratch against gravel, but his movements are fluid when he rocks his cock into the heat of those slender fingers. how that motion brings their lengths close enough he can wrap one large hand around them both, pressing heat to heat.
he chases seth's lips for another kiss, and another still. always, always, he has to ask, but especially here— ]
Is it okay that I do?
[ not just if, but that he should want seth in that way at all. because he does, does that make him no better than the men who've taken from him...? ]
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the question filters through his need, and red eyes dart back up, meeting gold with surprise. ] Yes. [ it's an instinctive answer, without much thought behind it, but after a moment, he adds a second yes, hands tightening around the other man's forearms. ] You said.. you'd stop. If I want to. [ his mouth softens against feng xin's, almost tender, head fuzzy with want and gratitude, a little anxiety, and still that distant thread of shame, that it isn't a thing a man should accept or want.
a second kiss, then a third, tongue curling briefly behind feng xin's teeth, insistent, before he pulls back again, panting. ] But you have to-- [ he squirms on his lap, tugging at his wrist to urge him to release them. ] I'll-- I'll come, it doesn't take much. [ especially once he is being fucked. he knows what godly stamina looks like, and at best, seth is only a demigod now. he doesn't want another repeat of that night. ] At least get your fingers in me first. [ .. fuck, that was embarrassing to say. ]
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okay. okay that's fine, he can regroup, he's a martial god after all, he can think on his feet and adjust. ]
Would it— [ shit, now it's his turn to be embarrassed. he avoids the other man's eyes for the first time since they've started, his cheeks coloring faintly. ] I could be... smaller for you... if that'll help.
[ he had intended to bring that up when seth initially drew him out, and seemed unnerved if not at least a little uneasy by the sight of him. he hasn't yet had to put his shapeshifting abilities to use in these situations but, well. his partner's comfort will always come first. and if seth is indeed going to be coming first, then maybe he doesn't want to have to fuss with all the extra prep???? ]
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seth huffs, somewhere between embarrassed and amused, and slides both hands up to cup the back of feng xin's head, leaning in to nip at his mouth. ] I'll come, [ he corrects himself, ] several times. It's just that.. [ his glance cuts away, the embarrassment taking over the amusement. ] .. it's too much after a while, so if you have a lot of stamina.. [ he can't believe he's discussing this. but feng xin seems to want above all to make it good for seth, even if it means changing himself, so he ought to be direct, right?
he kisses him again, reassuring, feeling almost fond about this strange war-god. then he reaches down to stroke him again, pressing lips to his jaw. ] I don't want you to change yourself. As long as you're.. patient.. it's fine.
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Got it. [ or, that's what he would have liked to respond with, but it comes out a little mofe garbled and strained after being poorly timed with the stroke of seth's hand. ]
Fuck, [ he ends up saying instead, tapering off into a low groan that borders on needy. in his haste to keep checking in with seth, he'd forgotten all about his own body's needs; that firm hand around him is an electrifying reminder of just how keyed up he is.
he looks around them in a daze — he's not actually sure why for, it's not like he expected anything new to happen to their surroundings — except maybe he should have because — has that futon and jar of oil always been there??? no. definitely not. but he doesn't really want to think too hard about that, instead lifting seth up in one arm so he can scooch them over close enough that he can gently lean the man back onto the cushion.
another kiss, rough around the edges and more tongue and teeth than lips. ]
Try to hold back, if you can. [ one hand blindly tips that jar of oil over, slicking up three in one go. two seek out that sensitive spot between seth's legs. one gently presses forward to make first penetration. ] I want the first time you come to be around my cock.
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