【 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. 💕
[Is all he can say for the moment, stewing in his thoughts - he pulls himself closer, unsure of these mixed signals of having a good fun time with this man who looked like he was going to die and whether he should seek more of this strange physical reassurance.]
[He tugs in the man a little more, nose brushing against nose.]
...What do you think? I'm tired of rules, myself. But you...what's your definition of "free"?
[ Kizuna says so with all the ease of breathing, expression soft and also keen. That Nate's uncertainty thrums through the moment isn't unwarranted, he thinks, but there's no helping it. His first instinct is to reach out, to be close. ]
But I suppose if I were to think about it, it'd be... being able to feel however I want.
Same here. I grew up in a place of nothing but rules. Fuck 'em.
["Fuck" doesn't even feel like a strong enough word. You look back on a place you were under the thumb of after you slip out and realize how hard it was crushing you.]
[He nods a little vaguely, swallowing, before he decides. Fuck 'em. Fuck it. I'll do it.]
Well, I feel like I wanna kiss you. So, there.
[And he does so, stealing it as quickly as a thief in the night, before pulling back in with a grin.]
[ Truly, that sentiment isn't enough to describe the feeling Kizuna gets at the mention of it. It's complete rejection, soul deep. What supplants it is the touch of lips to his own, a gesture that makes a smile curl at his mouth even if it's too quick a thing to reciprocate. ]
So you have rebellion in your blood.
[ Placing a hand on Nate's cheek, he thumbs at his cheekbone thoughtfully. ]
[ It's compelling to him, being someone so entrapped in the workings of his own heart that he enshrines himself in it willingly even if it'd sacrifice him in the end. Spit him out as something changed. With a press of his palm, he prompts Nate to lean back in, smoothing a slower kiss to his mouth. ]
Well, not anymore. [ A glimmer of mischievousness, like he's sharing a secret. ] But I've felt that way before.
[He's led in gladly, with no resistance - the slow kiss is savored with a light sigh, tongue trailing between them. He pulls back, but only slightly, simply to whisper a reply.]
That's a shame. [Another kiss, warm.] You shouldn't ever feel that way.
[He tilts his head, placing his lips against the line of the man's jaw. To feel like everything is over, to not feel alive - he would hate the very fact of it. Even in the midst of despair, he'd fight to pull himself out of it.]
[ He wishes that very thing wasn't a constant threat, a line he stands with his toes against. Not even despair, but the absence of it — what lies on the other side of such emotions, cold and motionless and dark. ]
I'd like not to. [ Kizuna admits, finding an ease in these gestures. If he focuses his attention just here, on the sensation of kisses against the angle of his jaw, his pulse, it shuts some of the other ambient noise out. ] How does it feel?
[ Kizuna rolls his shoulders to lay back down on the mattress, back flat. With a light tug, he signals for Nate to follow, to prop himself above him. ]
[Now here is a question he feels more equipped to answer. He finds himself encouraged to take this place above him, staring down through strands of his black hair. How does it feel? Well. He has to get a little more evidence.]
[A searing kiss once more to his lips.]
[A sigh of a kiss against his chin.]
[A rumbling noise with a kiss to his neck.]
You're warm. I can practically hear the sound of your blood. Your heart, beating. I feel good, kissing you.
[He leans back on his knees so he can dive his hands down underneath the other's shirt to pull it up. Yes, things like this keep the bad thoughts away. What pleasure. This man is handsome, and lovely, and he wants them both to chase away the darkness for the moment.]
[ As their feelings align, pressed fervently into each kiss, Kizuna decides this was the right move. Whether he looks outward or inward, everything here has threatened to haze his mind and pull it apart at the seams. It's not a link to purge those threats, only to ease them by putting something, someone closer. Someone who can feel the fact that he is, in fact, alive. Blood, bone, beating heart...
His pulse ticks at words like that and Kizuna releases a soft laugh as hands go rucking up his shirt. He can't help but wonder briefly why Nate feels so human.
Too human. ]
That might take you a while. [ An offhanded comment as he wriggles a little beneath the other man, all too happy to help him expose more skin to explore. ] Unless you were planning on spending all night with me.
[The shirt comes off - he makes sure not to be too rough about it, wanting to enjoy every second that comes and goes even as he exposes bare skin.]
[Bodies are always beautiful to someone who can mimic them inside and out. Humans are especially so. No wonder he wants to become them, walk in their skin, keep them close. He stares for a moment, taking in the lines, the curves, the way the man's ribcage moves with his breath, before he dives down to kiss him over the chest.]
Hmmmmmmmm. I dunno.
[He says, a little teasingly - he's only shifting back to discard his own shirt to the side before he's returning to his task. A few kisses in a line back up to his clavicle, and he laughs- he always likes things like this. To indulge. To see another indulge in him. And underneath it all, the thrumming feeling of wanting to be needed.]
I think that doesn't sound like a half bad idea, actually. [Now, a little nip to his neck. He leans down, letting chest brush against chest.] Would you want that?
[ Laying there on the ornate comforter strewn in petals, soaking up the gaze on him, Kizuna smiles. What comes next is one of his favorite sensations, the soft friction of skin against skin. How its newness has enough bite to it to make him shiver but also the way that sensation melts into an absolutely obscene warmth. It's so difficult to not crave it. Within that desire, Kizuna thinks he can trace the shape of something else, something that could overflow if not for the way it loves these human confines. How different.
Kizuna braces his palms against Nate's sides, fingers splaying and kneading against muscle. He stretches his neck to reveal more sensitive skin, body curving upward in search of more touch. Everything about him seems to unfurl when faced with this kind of indulgence. ]
I have good ideas, now and again~ ♥
[ He leans in to brush his lips to Nate's ear, voice slightly breathy. ]
[He takes the invitation gladly, his mouth moving into the space between jaw and shoulder to plant a deep kiss there. The touch to his sides makes him sigh into the skin, plaintive.]
[The tickle of a rose petal against his hand here makes him think of their earlier conversation. He's no sentimentalist. But even as he sinks his teeth in lightly, sucking to introduce a mild splash of color on beautifully unmarred skin, he wonders if the shivers he has down his spine feels anywhere close to love.]
[Another dip of his chest - he can feel the warmth between them as he breathes, and he wishes to replicate the feeling further down below. A brief readjustment of his legs, straddling over the man, and he grinds down his hips with a little noise at the back of his throat, along with a whispered:]
[ In the wake of eager teeth, Kizuna marks prettily, wet skin growing hot and pink. And the press of his weight, the heady drag of thighs over his hips — he has to swallow down a quiet gasp at the sensation that aches in the hollow of his belly, something like fire and soft, comfortable static spreading over his skin. It feels selfish, to use this encounter as a way to keep him tethered to himself, but his own sentimentality will otherwise be the death of him in a place like this.
Anything could be love. On the surface, buried deep. Even his shameless desire for a stranger to pour himself out over him and seal up all the cracks. ]
Good. [ He murmurs, lashes fluttering as he gazes upward, eyes like molten gold. ] Good... I like the way you feel.
[ Kizuna brings his hands around, smoothing them up Nate's middle, tracing across muscle, over nipples, seeking the divots of his shoulders. ]
With a whole night, I wonder... [ He tugs, enticing him to lean back back down. ] How many different ways can you touch me?
[It feels a little different than a simple, quick, and easy little tryst. He's shared at least a sliver with the man that he feels would be hard to reveal to most. There's some kind of thin tether now, between them. Maybe it's not anything definite, and maybe its as thin as a spider's web, but there's something unbreakable about it, too.]
[Or maybe he'd like to think that way. Maybe it doesn't matter to the man underneath him, who caresses his curves and the inches of skin like mapping out a precious artifact. He, of course, is happy to move down with the tug, grinning against the man's lips.]
I'd like to find out. I'm a pretty crafty guy. [He lets out a little groan into the kiss he steals briefly, another shift of his hips sharpening the heat of arousal down below.] If you don't get tired, that is.
[And now, a proper kiss - its filled with a hunger he won't restrain, now.]
[One of his hands dives back to palm between them, cupping over Kizuna through the fabric like a taste of what's to come.
[ He's used to things feeling different, feeling closer than strangers should. It feels natural to mirror what's given, desire for desire. Kizuna cleaves to his touch, lips parting to deepen kiss with a need that seems instinctual. He draws his hands upwards and cups Nate's face, tracing the contours of his mouth with laves of his tongue. It takes a little concentration to break the kiss before he gets too into it. ]
Worried about me? I'd tell you to go slower...
[ But with the way he rolls his hips into his touch, the heat and hardness swelling beneath his zipper growing beyond negligible, it's difficult to not goad him into touching more. He smiles a little breathlessly, still cradling his cheeks. This close, it's easy to press his smile into another kiss. ]
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[Is all he can say for the moment, stewing in his thoughts - he pulls himself closer, unsure of these mixed signals of having a good fun time with this man who looked like he was going to die and whether he should seek more of this strange physical reassurance.]
[He tugs in the man a little more, nose brushing against nose.]
...What do you think? I'm tired of rules, myself. But you...what's your definition of "free"?
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[ Kizuna says so with all the ease of breathing, expression soft and also keen. That Nate's uncertainty thrums through the moment isn't unwarranted, he thinks, but there's no helping it. His first instinct is to reach out, to be close. ]
But I suppose if I were to think about it, it'd be... being able to feel however I want.
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["Fuck" doesn't even feel like a strong enough word. You look back on a place you were under the thumb of after you slip out and realize how hard it was crushing you.]
[He nods a little vaguely, swallowing, before he decides. Fuck 'em. Fuck it. I'll do it.]
Well, I feel like I wanna kiss you. So, there.
[And he does so, stealing it as quickly as a thief in the night, before pulling back in with a grin.]
And what do you want to feel?
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So you have rebellion in your blood.
[ Placing a hand on Nate's cheek, he thumbs at his cheekbone thoughtfully. ]
I want to feel alive.
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[He wants to break free of any chains on him. A life for him, and him alone, laws be damned. A rebel without a true cause, perhaps.]
[He tilts his head into that hand, like a pleased cat into a caress.]
You feel very alive to me. [A hum.] But are you saying you don't usually feel that way?
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Well, not anymore. [ A glimmer of mischievousness, like he's sharing a secret. ] But I've felt that way before.
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That's a shame. [Another kiss, warm.] You shouldn't ever feel that way.
[He tilts his head, placing his lips against the line of the man's jaw. To feel like everything is over, to not feel alive - he would hate the very fact of it. Even in the midst of despair, he'd fight to pull himself out of it.]
And you shouldn't feel that way, again.
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I'd like not to. [ Kizuna admits, finding an ease in these gestures. If he focuses his attention just here, on the sensation of kisses against the angle of his jaw, his pulse, it shuts some of the other ambient noise out. ] How does it feel?
[ Kizuna rolls his shoulders to lay back down on the mattress, back flat. With a light tug, he signals for Nate to follow, to prop himself above him. ]
Kissing me.
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[A searing kiss once more to his lips.]
[A sigh of a kiss against his chin.]
[A rumbling noise with a kiss to his neck.]
You're warm. I can practically hear the sound of your blood. Your heart, beating. I feel good, kissing you.
[He leans back on his knees so he can dive his hands down underneath the other's shirt to pull it up. Yes, things like this keep the bad thoughts away. What pleasure. This man is handsome, and lovely, and he wants them both to chase away the darkness for the moment.]
I feel like I want to kiss every inch of you.
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His pulse ticks at words like that and Kizuna releases a soft laugh as hands go rucking up his shirt. He can't help but wonder briefly why Nate feels so human.
Too human. ]
That might take you a while. [ An offhanded comment as he wriggles a little beneath the other man, all too happy to help him expose more skin to explore. ] Unless you were planning on spending all night with me.
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[Bodies are always beautiful to someone who can mimic them inside and out. Humans are especially so. No wonder he wants to become them, walk in their skin, keep them close. He stares for a moment, taking in the lines, the curves, the way the man's ribcage moves with his breath, before he dives down to kiss him over the chest.]
Hmmmmmmmm. I dunno.
[He says, a little teasingly - he's only shifting back to discard his own shirt to the side before he's returning to his task. A few kisses in a line back up to his clavicle, and he laughs- he always likes things like this. To indulge. To see another indulge in him. And underneath it all, the thrumming feeling of wanting to be needed.]
I think that doesn't sound like a half bad idea, actually. [Now, a little nip to his neck. He leans down, letting chest brush against chest.] Would you want that?
[Would you want me?]
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Kizuna braces his palms against Nate's sides, fingers splaying and kneading against muscle. He stretches his neck to reveal more sensitive skin, body curving upward in search of more touch. Everything about him seems to unfurl when faced with this kind of indulgence. ]
I have good ideas, now and again~ ♥
[ He leans in to brush his lips to Nate's ear, voice slightly breathy. ]
As long as you keep looking at me like that...
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[He takes the invitation gladly, his mouth moving into the space between jaw and shoulder to plant a deep kiss there. The touch to his sides makes him sigh into the skin, plaintive.]
[The tickle of a rose petal against his hand here makes him think of their earlier conversation. He's no sentimentalist. But even as he sinks his teeth in lightly, sucking to introduce a mild splash of color on beautifully unmarred skin, he wonders if the shivers he has down his spine feels anywhere close to love.]
[Another dip of his chest - he can feel the warmth between them as he breathes, and he wishes to replicate the feeling further down below. A brief readjustment of his legs, straddling over the man, and he grinds down his hips with a little noise at the back of his throat, along with a whispered:]
Kizuna. I won't stop for anything.
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Anything could be love. On the surface, buried deep. Even his shameless desire for a stranger to pour himself out over him and seal up all the cracks. ]
Good. [ He murmurs, lashes fluttering as he gazes upward, eyes like molten gold. ] Good... I like the way you feel.
[ Kizuna brings his hands around, smoothing them up Nate's middle, tracing across muscle, over nipples, seeking the divots of his shoulders. ]
With a whole night, I wonder... [ He tugs, enticing him to lean back back down. ] How many different ways can you touch me?
[ He wants another kiss — a real one. ]
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[It feels a little different than a simple, quick, and easy little tryst. He's shared at least a sliver with the man that he feels would be hard to reveal to most. There's some kind of thin tether now, between them. Maybe it's not anything definite, and maybe its as thin as a spider's web, but there's something unbreakable about it, too.]
[Or maybe he'd like to think that way. Maybe it doesn't matter to the man underneath him, who caresses his curves and the inches of skin like mapping out a precious artifact. He, of course, is happy to move down with the tug, grinning against the man's lips.]
I'd like to find out. I'm a pretty crafty guy. [He lets out a little groan into the kiss he steals briefly, another shift of his hips sharpening the heat of arousal down below.] If you don't get tired, that is.
[And now, a proper kiss - its filled with a hunger he won't restrain, now.]
[One of his hands dives back to palm between them, cupping over Kizuna through the fabric like a taste of what's to come.
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Worried about me? I'd tell you to go slower...
[ But with the way he rolls his hips into his touch, the heat and hardness swelling beneath his zipper growing beyond negligible, it's difficult to not goad him into touching more. He smiles a little breathlessly, still cradling his cheeks. This close, it's easy to press his smile into another kiss. ]
But I think it's too late for that.