【 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. 💕
[ 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...? ]
Edited (rip your inbox im so sorry) 2024-02-14 21:57 (UTC)
[ 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.
[ oh, what? he's sort of accustomed to being manhandled now, so being lifted like he weighs nothing isn't really the surprising part. the sudden mat on the floor of the elevator, though.. that takes him by surprise. feng xin leans him back onto it, and he blinks up at the other man, wide-eyed and still a little confused. is that pervert magic painting still watching them?
he doesn't care enough to wonder at it for long, though, especially with that kiss catching his mouth. he gives as good as he gets, hands clutching the larger body, gasping when feng xin pulls back to find the jar of oil there. he's unutterably grateful for that little kindness, especially considering feng xin's size.
slick fingers stroke his hole, and a noise that's part want, part embarrassment escapes his chest. he throws an arm over his face, clutching feng xin's bicep with the other, chest feeling too tight and breathing unsteady as the first finger begins to breach him. this has been a humiliating act before now, even with horus, who apparently loves him, but it's not-- he'd asked this time. he.. wants it, and it's not happening so quickly that he can't process it. that first slide feels weird, but.. good? ]
You--! [ saying something like that.. ] You shouldn't.. take too long, then. [ getting him ready. even if it hurts a little, maybe that'll help keep him from coming too quickly. ]
Bear with it, [ is all feng xin grunts out. he'd promised patience, and maybe he's been making it look pretty easy this whole time. but there's something about the long, drawn out breath pushed out through his nose that seems too perfectly timed with the slow drag of that probing finger to be a coincidence. seth can't see it, but the furrow of feng xin's brow is far too telling too — mirroring the strain set on his jaw, the white-knuckled clench of his free hand just beside seth's hip. between his legs, his cock gives a fruitless pulse, aching for the tight warmth he's stubbornly working at deliberately slow.
he tries to distract himself. focusing half of his attention on the man laid out before him, even though the war god's gone and thrown an arm over his face. a pity honestly, but probably also a blessing; seth's already a beauty on his own, so feng xin's certain that face twisted up in pleasure would be too much for him to take.
his gaze trails lower... hm. would it be helpful, maybe, to offer seth his own distraction? if he can pull the man's attention from the steady work of his finger — well, two fingers now — could it maybe help him hang on a little longer? curiously, feng xin reaches up with his free hand and
[ he laughs, short and breathless, at the admonishment, knees spreading wider, heels bracing against the mat and slipping on the floor as he arches up into the thrust of one, then two fingers. it stings, it still feels bizarre, but it's good, too. full. even fuller soon, he knows.
the flick to his nipple, then, takes him completely by surprise, and he yelps, chest arching into it, cock jerking at the shock of sensation and leaking against his belly. his arm drops to grab feng xin's arm, face flushed red and needy, bright eyes glaring in mild reproach. ] Do you want me to come right now?
[ is he even supposed to be sensitive there? the foreigner had bitten them, and it had been even more intense, but he'd been drugged back then, too. his palms slide up feng xin's arms, and glance flicking from his face to his chest, then back up, he slides them down his pecs, palming over his own nipples experimentally. ] .. Do you like this? Should I touch you more?
[ okay, so not that much of a distraction. well! you live and you learn, and while the gentle swirl of his thumb over the nub probably isn't helping, it's at least sincerely apologetic.
turn about's fair play though, huh? he sucks in a breath and swallows back a groan when his nipples harden under seth's touch, igniting goosebumps across his chest, down his arms. the furrow in feng xin's brow deepens then, and were it not for the clear liquid leaking from his tip it probably looks like he's hating every second of it. ]
Yeah — that's... Anywhere you touch me — s'good.
[ honestly, what he'd really like is for those slim fingers to wrap around him, give some friction that he can rut up against but — patience, patience. he forces out a shaky breath and pushes his chest further into seth's hands until he's all bit leaning over him, braces precariously on an elbow just beside seth's head. this close, he need only shift a little so that his cock presses up right against seth's hip and — fuck it's tempting. he leans in instead, nipping at seth's jaw. ]
I'm adding a third one in.
[ by now, the slick sounds of his fingers fill up the small space of the elevator. something about the metal or shape makes the acoustics really highlight the lewd sounds, and the raggedness of each heavy breath he takes. ]
[ anywhere, huh? at least trying to focus on touching feng xin distracts him from the embarrassing noises, and the stretch and burn and squirmy pleasure of the fingers filling him.
he tilts his head to give the other man's mouth more room to work, the space between them suddenly cramped. he can feel the flex of feng xin's strong arm as he works it between seth's thighs, and somehow, that's almost as embarrassing as the sounds surrounding them.
he twitches, hips jumping a little at the push of a third finger, but he breathes through it, panting close to feng xin's ear. his own callused fingers move, rubbing curiously over hard nipples, echoing the touch to his own, then dragging down over ribs and abs, finding the cut of his hips, dragging over the heavy length between his thighs. he offers it a brief stroke, then moves on again, hands settling on his waist.
the pressure is hard to ignore now, the burn going away, just leaving heat and fullness behind. it's not enough, somehow, not deep enough, and he has to bite back a whine, thighs falling open, hands trying to drag feng xin closer. he's leaking steadily now, and it's so hard not to just let himself go, but the other god's been so good to him, so patient, he has to wait. ]
Come on, I'm ready, [ he urges, arms tightening around him, nails dragging up his back, lips brushing the furrow between his brows. this is already more prep than he's had before, proper and patient, but he's not sure either of them can wait much longer. ]
[ seth's right about that — the wait has been torturous since that second finger, and though feng xin is diligent in his work, stretching seth out as best as he can from this angle, the second he feels those nimble fingers pass over his cock he's made achingly aware of how hard he is for the other man. leaning in he buries his nose in the thick warmth of seth's vibrant hair, right there just beneath his ear. a few messy kisses are dropped there, sloppy and loud.
at seth's urging, he pumps his fingers in a few more stubborn times before finally drawing them free and using the remaining oil left there to slick himself up in a couple of distracted strokes. the touch is barely a relief, nothing more than a tease when his fingers can still feel the pressure of seth's walls pushing in all around them, but finally, finally he's guiding the tip in towards seth's hole. the initial resistance draws out a low, growling groan from his chest, buried again near seth's ear.
he feels each inch as it sinks in, as seth downright swallows him up, and he drags a tongue down the other god's throat, nipping at the base. ]
You've been waiting, right? [ slowly, slowly, he's nearly entirely in now— ] You can come now — go on, let me feel you...
[ when the fingers finally slide free, seth feels empty in a way that's oddly unpleasant, like in the brief time feng xin's been fucking him open, his body's adjusted to the idea of it, of being filled up and kept that way. it leaves his pleasure balanced on a knife's edge, stymied without the contact he needs.
he doesn't have to wait long, though. he doesn't look down, too embarrassed to watch as the other man guides his cock to his whole, but his fingers tighten, eyes squeezing shut at that first push. for a few breathless moments, his only thoughts are too big, and oh fuck, vaguely panicked, definitely overwhelmed-- but then it's inside, sinking deeper, and he's so full it punches a breath out of him. he wheezes, struggling to breathe, all but writhing on feng xin's cock.
and then it all really is too much: the bite, the quiet voice against his skin, and full and hot and good. he groans, long and low and desperate, knees snapping closed around feng xin's hips as his cock pulses, coming messily against his belly and chest. ]
—Fuck, [ feng xin buries against seth's throat, where he feels the vibration of that groan. it travels down his spine, straight to his dick where seth's convulsions suffocate him in the most delicious way. one hand snaps up to grip along a pale thigh, but whether it's to hold seth's legs steady or keep himself grounded it's hard to say.
he counts the seconds in heavy breaths, until he can feel the other god grow calm beneath him. until he can see and think clearly again, not on the verge of losing himself to the pressure and the pleasure.
slowly, he rises back up on his haunches. the full view of seth covered in his spent pulls another deep pulse from his cock, still buried to the hilt. ]
I'm going to start moving, [ comes his quiet warning, voice rough as if his vocal chords have been raked through coals. it makes sense; that's basically how the rest of him feels, every inch of his skin white-hot from the sheer strain of holding back. he resists the urge to draw himself back out fully and slam himself back in, instead keeping his movements measured and timed to his breaths. an inch out, a fervent rock back in. two more inches this time, and then another slow grind back down to the hilt. so on and so forth, until he's left with just the tip and he reaches up to pass a rough hand over seth's chest, down to his slick belly, before shoving himself back in with more force than he'd allowed himself the last few times. ]
[ he's panting, twitching around feng xin, soft and pliable against the mat beneath him as the aftershocks start to fade and the other god sits up. he's still buried deeply inside him, and for all seth's anxiety and guilt surrounding the act, there's something satisfying about it.
feng xin's self-control really has been incredible, hasn't it? he's been so patient, and even now, with seth arguably at his most vulnerable, he doesn't take his due. the first few thrusts are shallow, his cock barely moving inside seth, letting the redhead's body accept the sharp pain-pleasure of overstimulation. by the time he finally starts to fuck him in earnest, seth is gasping, cock beginning to show interest again as the shocks of pleasure shoot up his spine, nestle low in his belly like embers.
he braces a foot against the floor to push up into the next pump of feng xin's hips, little punched-out noises leaving him every time he's filled again. he throws an arm over his head, palm bracing against the wall of the elevator, giving them both more support. ] Come on, [ he breathes, encouraging, other hand scrabbling at the other god's hip as if he can possibly draw him deeper. ]
[ in the haze of his carefully measured pleasure, feng xin almost misses the signs. ultimately it's those nails clawing at his hip that jostles him out of his concentration enough that he finally notices: the hand against the wall, providing leverage; the squeeze on knees around his hips; the breathless little noises beating in time with his thrusts; and, of course, those nails catching along his hip, trying to pull him in closer still. more, more, more seth says, and feng xin had almost been too deep in his own resolve to hear it. he reaches up to cup the redhead's chin, passing a thumb against that full lower lip. ]
Okay, [ he says. i hear you. and also, too, a thank you, because even in their short time knowing each other, feng xin can only guess what level of trust he's being given here. had he any better words in the moment, he'd have sworn to do his best to take care of it.
but, for now, the thing they're both craving — his hands palm around either side of seth's narrow waist, doing both to prop the man up a little higher and hold him steady as his pace picks up in earnest. slowly, he sheds that self-restraint, until it's built up into something almost feverish, desperate. and each time it almost feels like too much — he buries himself completely, drawing it out with a slow roll and rock of his hips. ]
[ seth catches that thumb against his mouth, sucking it between his lips and biting down gently, bright red eyes almost feverish when they meet feng xin's. he releases the digit in his mouth with a second nip, skin jumping under the other man's fingers as he grips his waist. ]
There, [ he groans, as he's lifted practically into feng xin's lap, as he starts to really fuck into him, frantic snaps of his hips that leave seth breathless, pleasure crashing through him in reckless waves. he's fully hard again, throbbing with need, but it almost doesn't matter, because the hunger inside him is too insistent, drowning it out.
he does his best to rock into each desperate thrust, heel digging into the top of feng xin's ass as if to keep him from pulling out too far. ]
[ seth may be content to ignore himself, but feng xin certainly isn't. now that he's let most of his reservations go, he's intensely keyed into the other man's every reaction. he drinks in all those sounds, the shape of seth's parted lips, the way his hips seek his own out even after only a second of parting.
maybe, if seth himself hadn't reassured him before this all began, feng xin would have felt some modicum of hesitance. but instead he doesn't even second-guess wrapping one hand around the other man's cock, still slick from his last spend. if seth wants to come, and come, and come again, then that's what feng xin wants for him too. he wouldn't even have to do much; keeping his fist steady, every time he fucks back into seth it pushes his cock into the circle of his hand. where overstimulation might have been avoided before, now it's the name of the game, intent on overwhelming seth from both sides. ]
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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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he doesn't care enough to wonder at it for long, though, especially with that kiss catching his mouth. he gives as good as he gets, hands clutching the larger body, gasping when feng xin pulls back to find the jar of oil there. he's unutterably grateful for that little kindness, especially considering feng xin's size.
slick fingers stroke his hole, and a noise that's part want, part embarrassment escapes his chest. he throws an arm over his face, clutching feng xin's bicep with the other, chest feeling too tight and breathing unsteady as the first finger begins to breach him. this has been a humiliating act before now, even with horus, who apparently loves him, but it's not-- he'd asked this time. he.. wants it, and it's not happening so quickly that he can't process it. that first slide feels weird, but.. good? ]
You--! [ saying something like that.. ] You shouldn't.. take too long, then. [ getting him ready. even if it hurts a little, maybe that'll help keep him from coming too quickly. ]
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he tries to distract himself. focusing half of his attention on the man laid out before him, even though the war god's gone and thrown an arm over his face. a pity honestly, but probably also a blessing; seth's already a beauty on his own, so feng xin's certain that face twisted up in pleasure would be too much for him to take.
his gaze trails lower... hm. would it be helpful, maybe, to offer seth his own distraction? if he can pull the man's attention from the steady work of his finger — well, two fingers now — could it maybe help him hang on a little longer? curiously, feng xin reaches up with his free hand and
flicks one of seth's nipples. ]
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the flick to his nipple, then, takes him completely by surprise, and he yelps, chest arching into it, cock jerking at the shock of sensation and leaking against his belly. his arm drops to grab feng xin's arm, face flushed red and needy, bright eyes glaring in mild reproach. ] Do you want me to come right now?
[ is he even supposed to be sensitive there? the foreigner had bitten them, and it had been even more intense, but he'd been drugged back then, too. his palms slide up feng xin's arms, and glance flicking from his face to his chest, then back up, he slides them down his pecs, palming over his own nipples experimentally. ] .. Do you like this? Should I touch you more?
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turn about's fair play though, huh? he sucks in a breath and swallows back a groan when his nipples harden under seth's touch, igniting goosebumps across his chest, down his arms. the furrow in feng xin's brow deepens then, and were it not for the clear liquid leaking from his tip it probably looks like he's hating every second of it. ]
Yeah — that's... Anywhere you touch me — s'good.
[ honestly, what he'd really like is for those slim fingers to wrap around him, give some friction that he can rut up against but — patience, patience. he forces out a shaky breath and pushes his chest further into seth's hands until he's all bit leaning over him, braces precariously on an elbow just beside seth's head. this close, he need only shift a little so that his cock presses up right against seth's hip and — fuck it's tempting. he leans in instead, nipping at seth's jaw. ]
I'm adding a third one in.
[ by now, the slick sounds of his fingers fill up the small space of the elevator. something about the metal or shape makes the acoustics really highlight the lewd sounds, and the raggedness of each heavy breath he takes. ]
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he tilts his head to give the other man's mouth more room to work, the space between them suddenly cramped. he can feel the flex of feng xin's strong arm as he works it between seth's thighs, and somehow, that's almost as embarrassing as the sounds surrounding them.
he twitches, hips jumping a little at the push of a third finger, but he breathes through it, panting close to feng xin's ear. his own callused fingers move, rubbing curiously over hard nipples, echoing the touch to his own, then dragging down over ribs and abs, finding the cut of his hips, dragging over the heavy length between his thighs. he offers it a brief stroke, then moves on again, hands settling on his waist.
the pressure is hard to ignore now, the burn going away, just leaving heat and fullness behind. it's not enough, somehow, not deep enough, and he has to bite back a whine, thighs falling open, hands trying to drag feng xin closer. he's leaking steadily now, and it's so hard not to just let himself go, but the other god's been so good to him, so patient, he has to wait. ]
Come on, I'm ready, [ he urges, arms tightening around him, nails dragging up his back, lips brushing the furrow between his brows. this is already more prep than he's had before, proper and patient, but he's not sure either of them can wait much longer. ]
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at seth's urging, he pumps his fingers in a few more stubborn times before finally drawing them free and using the remaining oil left there to slick himself up in a couple of distracted strokes. the touch is barely a relief, nothing more than a tease when his fingers can still feel the pressure of seth's walls pushing in all around them, but finally, finally he's guiding the tip in towards seth's hole. the initial resistance draws out a low, growling groan from his chest, buried again near seth's ear.
he feels each inch as it sinks in, as seth downright swallows him up, and he drags a tongue down the other god's throat, nipping at the base. ]
You've been waiting, right? [ slowly, slowly, he's nearly entirely in now— ] You can come now — go on, let me feel you...
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he doesn't have to wait long, though. he doesn't look down, too embarrassed to watch as the other man guides his cock to his whole, but his fingers tighten, eyes squeezing shut at that first push. for a few breathless moments, his only thoughts are too big, and oh fuck, vaguely panicked, definitely overwhelmed-- but then it's inside, sinking deeper, and he's so full it punches a breath out of him. he wheezes, struggling to breathe, all but writhing on feng xin's cock.
and then it all really is too much: the bite, the quiet voice against his skin, and full and hot and good. he groans, long and low and desperate, knees snapping closed around feng xin's hips as his cock pulses, coming messily against his belly and chest. ]
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he counts the seconds in heavy breaths, until he can feel the other god grow calm beneath him. until he can see and think clearly again, not on the verge of losing himself to the pressure and the pleasure.
slowly, he rises back up on his haunches. the full view of seth covered in his spent pulls another deep pulse from his cock, still buried to the hilt. ]
I'm going to start moving, [ comes his quiet warning, voice rough as if his vocal chords have been raked through coals. it makes sense; that's basically how the rest of him feels, every inch of his skin white-hot from the sheer strain of holding back. he resists the urge to draw himself back out fully and slam himself back in, instead keeping his movements measured and timed to his breaths. an inch out, a fervent rock back in. two more inches this time, and then another slow grind back down to the hilt. so on and so forth, until he's left with just the tip and he reaches up to pass a rough hand over seth's chest, down to his slick belly, before shoving himself back in with more force than he'd allowed himself the last few times. ]
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feng xin's self-control really has been incredible, hasn't it? he's been so patient, and even now, with seth arguably at his most vulnerable, he doesn't take his due. the first few thrusts are shallow, his cock barely moving inside seth, letting the redhead's body accept the sharp pain-pleasure of overstimulation. by the time he finally starts to fuck him in earnest, seth is gasping, cock beginning to show interest again as the shocks of pleasure shoot up his spine, nestle low in his belly like embers.
he braces a foot against the floor to push up into the next pump of feng xin's hips, little punched-out noises leaving him every time he's filled again. he throws an arm over his head, palm bracing against the wall of the elevator, giving them both more support. ] Come on, [ he breathes, encouraging, other hand scrabbling at the other god's hip as if he can possibly draw him deeper. ]
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Okay, [ he says. i hear you. and also, too, a thank you, because even in their short time knowing each other, feng xin can only guess what level of trust he's being given here. had he any better words in the moment, he'd have sworn to do his best to take care of it.
but, for now, the thing they're both craving — his hands palm around either side of seth's narrow waist, doing both to prop the man up a little higher and hold him steady as his pace picks up in earnest. slowly, he sheds that self-restraint, until it's built up into something almost feverish, desperate. and each time it almost feels like too much — he buries himself completely, drawing it out with a slow roll and rock of his hips. ]
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There, [ he groans, as he's lifted practically into feng xin's lap, as he starts to really fuck into him, frantic snaps of his hips that leave seth breathless, pleasure crashing through him in reckless waves. he's fully hard again, throbbing with need, but it almost doesn't matter, because the hunger inside him is too insistent, drowning it out.
he does his best to rock into each desperate thrust, heel digging into the top of feng xin's ass as if to keep him from pulling out too far. ]
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maybe, if seth himself hadn't reassured him before this all began, feng xin would have felt some modicum of hesitance. but instead he doesn't even second-guess wrapping one hand around the other man's cock, still slick from his last spend. if seth wants to come, and come, and come again, then that's what feng xin wants for him too. he wouldn't even have to do much; keeping his fist steady, every time he fucks back into seth it pushes his cock into the circle of his hand. where overstimulation might have been avoided before, now it's the name of the game, intent on overwhelming seth from both sides. ]