【 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. 💕
[ Palms braced against the countertop, the line of his body fast melts into the sort of liquid tension that runs along whatever route Rokurou wants to trace. Therein he feels the low burn, the ash and the sear of it like a cauterized rift between them. Strange, he notes, even as he surrenders his weight to the sturdy line of a shoulder with a gentle hook of his knee, that these feelings are so blunted. Kizuna wonders briefly in the shallows of his heart, bruised from overuse, what was sharpened in payment for that.
But his expression belies such thoughts, a sultry and playful warmth shining in the corners of his eyes. Muscle trembles and skin flutters, tightening beneath the attentive graze of teeth and tongue. Back bowing slightly, Kizuna smooths his palm up his belly, rucking fabric upwards over a wealth of untroubled skin; pale translucence stretches over the soft weave of his musculature. Like this, he's left mostly alone in the lacerated halls of his heart, empty of the usual swell of emotion that invades it.
Kizuna's smile pulls, cornered at the edges of his lips. ]
You don't mind, do you?
[ A flick of a smile as he tugs the fabric up, pinching it between nice teeth to keep it held aloft. His freed hand travels back down the plane of his abdomen, capricious fingers splaying at the juncture of his groin where silken skin warms over hardening muscle. ]
[ Blissfully unaware that Kizuna can taste his special brand of dull, wrapped in a thick blanket, stunted emotion, Rokurou continues to entertain himself between the man’s thighs. He is enraptured by smooth stretches of skin unperturbed by heavy scarring. Like running silk over his lips or the cotton fall of high quality kimono. A waterfall of sensation that the tactile daemon leans into; he scrubs the rough carapace of his hidden cheek against Kizuna’s inner thigh, sandpaper scrub a contrast to the smooth landscape it slides against.
Ah. If only he could use these glorious thighs as a pillow forever. ]
I don’t. [ mild, genial agreement. not so much as a ripple of emotion to join it. ] Hands or mouth?
[ His golden eye squints, generous lines creasing at the corner. The other remains hidden behind a thick cut of hair, but that obscured demonic eye is more calculative in its study, attention drawn to the bob of Kizuna’s adam’s apple and the way his fingers splay. Even excited like this, the one thing he does feel intensely—bloodlust—remains placid for now. Maybe because his own is too busy heading toward his dick.
He turns his face in to kiss up Kizuna’s thigh, skirting teeth and tongue slowly, resisting the urge to bite. Shifting up on his knees, his palm follows suit as it slides up along outer thigh, offering an appreciative squeeze once he cups over the other man’s ass. ]
[ It's fine, Kizuna thinks, to tuck that mystery away for later. There are more than enough physical tells to go by in an encounter like this, the coarse draw of a mottled cheek against the inside of his thigh prompting him to laugh, low and tense. That lays open a weakness: he's ticklish. With a practiced shrug of fabric, the soft whisper of it bunching and switching from teeth to being held beneath the press of his arms, Kizuna observes Rokurou with a reverential eye. That spark, forever, sounds fun, even in the irony of its quick dissipation. Those splayed fingers brush into a loose curl against his own blooming erection, pretty as possible. ]
I can entertain myself while you have your fun. At least for a little bit.
[ His heel pulls lightly against the daemon's back, hemming in that roughness still concealed, as if aiming his mouth back against the creamy contour of his inner thigh. Left to physicality, Kizuna uses other hallmarks — the mellow pulse of a link that makes his own teeth ache red and wet in his mouth. ]
You can, you know. Use those teeth of yours.
[ What would that shroud feel like, he wonders... peeled back from that urge. ]
[ Freedom to play and to use his teeth? Rokurou smiles against the curve of Kizuna’s inner thigh, gazing up at him with innocent puppydog eyes. As if he would never do anything too much, ever. Kizuna won’t regret allowing him to do as he wants at all.
Excitement flutters as he presses his lips in again, worshipfully caressing along silky skin. His hand regrips, sliding back down outer thigh to secure, as he kisses high into the joint between leg and groin. A slow inhale, exhale—relishing natural scent, musk at its thickest. Rokurou squints in pleasure of it, nosing along the base of Kizuna’s erection before sliding back down.
Teeth dig into the meat of his leg. Sudden, sharp, with a hot lash of tongue quickly following that snapping bite. Again and again, pinching and sucking, drawing color to the surface to paint pink and red against white. A kissing trail with teeth that works down to the knee and back up again as his free hand kneads up along taint, fingers sliding back to rub at the dry pucker of muscle between cheeks.
A teasing knead as he works his mouth, biting harder over a spot high on Kizuna’s thigh and staying there to heavily suck, breaking blood vessels to draw a bright splotch to the surface. ]
You're doing all the work. [ Kizuna huffs out a pleased noise, the coil of it wound low in his body. ] Why not give you a little free rein for it?
[ A chance meeting had worse possibilities than a man on his knees in front of him, after all, neverminding any future repercussions he might face because of such freedom. Right now, it's the perfect coalescence of playfulness and lust, the bright stoke of it where Kizuna mirrors the daemon's internal landscape and turns it into his own, the cool brilliance of its embers allowed to flourish again. It shows on his skin, the welts raising beneath the scrape and suck of an experienced mouth promising to shadow come morning. He'll have plenty to remember him by, he thinks, watching the path of destruction shine down the plane of his thigh, bites coated translucent with spit.
His fingers lazily stroke his cock as Rokurou traces his way around the twitch and flutter of broken skin, the white-hot itch of exposure to the air making his knees feel a little weak. Mostly filled out, his hips pull taut, body pivoting into the exploration of fingers between his legs. ]
[ A low murmur against skin. The faint taste of salt and metal aren't nearly substantial enough to satisfy; Rokurou sighs, pressing the curve of his mouth against a fresh mark. They are, however, very pretty. He admires his work through lidded eyes before sliding his gaze up to the hand working above him. His own cock aches in empathy, a hard tent at the front of his trousers that goes untended to.
Drawing the wandering hand back, Rokurou slots it beneath Kizuna's knee to push it up, shoving himself between the other man's legs more fully. The other runs along the outside of Kizuna's other thigh, gripping to help keep him stable. Chinning up, Rokurou presses his lips along taint, kissing, moving to flick his tongue against that dark pucker of skin. More taste, stronger taste—the daemon presses in, wanting more, heady desire a thick haze.
It's an awkward position but Rokurou doesn't care, willing to bear Kizuna's weight while shoving his face between his cheeks. His mouth is eager, lips parting to suck and lick, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he can without breaking his neck. ]
[ Kizuna is fairly pliant to being rearranged however Rokurou likes, though the sudden wedge of his bulkier body between the softness of his thighs makes him start, gut flipping pleasantly at the shift in his balance. He grips at the slippery surface of the counter with his free hand and doesn't find much purchase, rhythm caving somewhat at the slick, hungry intrusion of tongue against his ass. Exhale — a surprised moan flutes from his throat, breath noisy and half-laughter. ]
...nnh — greedy, aren't you? [ His asshole is easily bullied into pliancy against a tongue eager to saturate; he shows no signs of recent use, but his body lacks the tension of inexperience. Instead, there's a pull in him like the shoring of a tide, aching and deep. ] Hah. I like that in a lover.
[ He likes it a lot, really. Kizuna won't let his attentions go unrewarded, feeling Rokurou's strain in the angles of his body both at his neck and between his legs. But he's not going to pull him from his bid at enough so soon either, back curling to roll his hips into the thrust of the daemon's tongue.
To match, he strokes himself off above him, the fervor of his pleasure stoked by the man so immodestly between his legs. Skin sounds, scent rises. Kizuna pants softly, the hushed crescendo of noise echoing off the bathroom walls. ]
[ There is satisfaction in effort. So like the days of his youth, bloodied and bruised, forcing his trembling body to continue moving in each sword form despite the daily thrashing from his eldest brother. Only this is much sweeter, with the taste of sweat on his tongue and the thickening scent of sex tickling his nose.
Rokurou grabs Kizuna’s thighs and squeezes them as he continues to work his tongue. Without vision he responds to sound, judging how he should move based off of breath and voice. He hums his agreement, accepting the moniker of greedy without complaint, while kneading his tongue in search of what makes the man keen.
Exhaling slowly, one hand finally loosens so he can reach down and palm himself. Fuck—he wants to turn Kizuna around and throw him over the counter, wants to hike up a long leg and fuck him until he cries. A strong urge cording through his veins, rhythmic with the beat of his heart and the clutch deep in his abdomen.
He stokes his own cock, breathing heavily against Kizuna between every lick. Pleasure mounts. Unwilling to stop until he feels the other man fall apart around, Rokurou continues to grind his mouth up against his ass shamelessly while approaching his own climax with quickening pumps. ]
[ That desire nearly breaks the surface, its shape like a beast emerging from below in a dark, still pool; the long sinuous stretch of it ripples in his mind's eye, his heart's chambers. His body hitches in accusation of it and Kizuna debates giving that urge a voice, to let Rokurou have it. But he remembers the world outside this little space, how nothing is guaranteed. There's only chance. How he has a role to play in it, somehow, whatever that may be.
Better to keep some things close to his chest among so much glamor, even if his heart yearns for release, for more. Patience moors itself to him in spite of the filthy whine that presses from his throat as he grinds down on Rokurou's face, depending on the strong column of his neck to bear with the movement. Heat tightens in the pit of his belly as his palm works at his cock, feeling the mirror of his arousal in the other man below him. It's thick in the air, the shape of him between his legs. Kizuna tips his head back and bites his lip, beads of sweat humid on his throat. His thighs ache with his pulse, tight against Rokurou's shoulders. ]
— ah, there, right there... [ His hips twist, desperate. ] Rokurou...!
[ That rhythm buckles and his strokes fall apart, fingers squeezing up against the crown of his cock as he comes in messy spurts against his belly. ]
[ Legs tremble. Muscles flex. Kizuna's scent deepens on every inhale. Rokurou shivers beneath the empath, matching in ache and desperation. With the edge right on the horizon he steers straight to it, forgetting about what else he might want to do. His focus narrows on their mutual climax; when the other man cries out and finishes, that satisfaction crests, even though he's not quite hit his own orgasm.
With where Rokurou is positioned it's impossible for drops of semen to not drip down onto him. It's a mess he doesn't mind whatsoever, cum staining his already white shirt as he continues to jerk himself off. Hell, it's hot. Inspiration to pull his mouth away from Kizuna's ass to follow it; greedy, his head shifts to the front, lips a devilish curve against the man's stomach as his tongue laps out to lick. Rokurou sucks greedily beneath his navel, gazing up from beneath a veil of dark lashes. Wanting to see his face and expression in the crux of dizzy afterglow.
All while he continues to chase his own. Rokurou's fist moves faster in tight clutch over his erection as bitter salt saturates his tongue. The outward bleed of his honeyed pleasure comes not long after as he groans against Kizuna's belly; possessed, the daemon bites hard into that tender flesh, a mean sink of teeth printing down as the dry heat from his gut reaches a boiling point. His release is hard and fast, making a mess of his fingers and some of the floor between his knees.
Then, he glances up again to meet Kizuna's eyes, sweaty and drunk on euphoria. ]
[ Kizuna jumps at the intrusion of teeth against the soft, unmarked plane of his belly, a shaky moan fluting from his throat at the sudden sensation. His skin reddens immediately, pearls of red beading against the daemon's eager teeth. It pulses in his nerves, making him shiver as Rokurou's pleasure spikes in the air, scented by skin and cum, a little glimmer of blood. A flush has risen up on his throat at the wetness on his front and between his legs, splotching across his sensitive areas.
When he looks down, it's through the shadow of his own lashes, gaze lidded and hazy, elation creased at the corners of his eyes. He smiles, posture loosening as he steps forward from the countertop some. A hand drops to Rokurou's face, fingertips dancing at the fringe of his bangs obscuring those tantalizing dark marks. They travel just so until they reach the curve of his jaw, sweeping beneath them to tilt his face up. He crowds in a little, leaning to press a mellow kiss to the round of his cheek. ]
That was fun. I almost don't want to give you back to the resort...
[ He's got a talented mouth and idly, Kizuna wonders, what the rest of him is capable of. But it's early in the game yet, even if that doesn't stop him from getting onto his knees to join Rokurou on the bathroom floor. His touch dances from chin to clavicle, across to his arm —
Kizuna takes him by the wrist, lifting the hand he'd finished himself with to run his tongue along the contours of his fingers, laving away his cum. ]
So think of this as a parting gift to remember me by. ♥
[ Their thoughts are mirrored. It is a shame to toss Kizuna back to the sea of the resort when he’s not gotten to sink his teeth in more than a little. Copper tang remains on his tongue, a blend of metal and salt that whets his appetite for more—but time is something that they have too much of in this place. It’s smarter to start with an appetizer before moving on to the main course.
He grins when that tongue scrapes across his stained knuckles, eyebrow arched. Hot, hot, but— ]
Can’t exactly keep that in my keepsake drawer, can I?
[ He cups his hand over Kizuna’s chin, stroking his now-cleaned thumb over the curve of those pretty lips. They’d be his choice of souvenir if he could take anything away; he’d keep them close, wrapped nice and neat, to admire whenever.
Sadly, he will have to settle for something else. With a mischievous little smile, Rokurou hooks his fingers in the opened loop of Kizuna’s belt and tugs the length of it free. Satisfied, he wraps the belt around his wrist, making a cuff of it. ]
I’ll take this. ♥ You can find me again to get it back.
[ Kizuna's gaze flickers down when he's relieved of his belt, watching Rokurou wind it about his wrist to signal his prize instead. He hums a noise in his approval, the sound low and meandering in its consideration. ]
Not content to use your imagination, huh? I suppose that's alright...
[ Leaning in, he chases the sensation of a thumb on his lips by planting them against Rokurou's mouth. His kiss curves as he seals it there, smiling at the taste of skin salt and copper. ]
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But his expression belies such thoughts, a sultry and playful warmth shining in the corners of his eyes. Muscle trembles and skin flutters, tightening beneath the attentive graze of teeth and tongue. Back bowing slightly, Kizuna smooths his palm up his belly, rucking fabric upwards over a wealth of untroubled skin; pale translucence stretches over the soft weave of his musculature. Like this, he's left mostly alone in the lacerated halls of his heart, empty of the usual swell of emotion that invades it.
Kizuna's smile pulls, cornered at the edges of his lips. ]
You don't mind, do you?
[ A flick of a smile as he tugs the fabric up, pinching it between nice teeth to keep it held aloft. His freed hand travels back down the plane of his abdomen, capricious fingers splaying at the juncture of his groin where silken skin warms over hardening muscle. ]
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Ah. If only he could use these glorious thighs as a pillow forever. ]
I don’t. [ mild, genial agreement. not so much as a ripple of emotion to join it. ] Hands or mouth?
[ His golden eye squints, generous lines creasing at the corner. The other remains hidden behind a thick cut of hair, but that obscured demonic eye is more calculative in its study, attention drawn to the bob of Kizuna’s adam’s apple and the way his fingers splay. Even excited like this, the one thing he does feel intensely—bloodlust—remains placid for now. Maybe because his own is too busy heading toward his dick.
He turns his face in to kiss up Kizuna’s thigh, skirting teeth and tongue slowly, resisting the urge to bite. Shifting up on his knees, his palm follows suit as it slides up along outer thigh, offering an appreciative squeeze once he cups over the other man’s ass. ]
Tell me how you like it.
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I can entertain myself while you have your fun. At least for a little bit.
[ His heel pulls lightly against the daemon's back, hemming in that roughness still concealed, as if aiming his mouth back against the creamy contour of his inner thigh. Left to physicality, Kizuna uses other hallmarks — the mellow pulse of a link that makes his own teeth ache red and wet in his mouth. ]
You can, you know. Use those teeth of yours.
[ What would that shroud feel like, he wonders... peeled back from that urge. ]
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[ Freedom to play and to use his teeth? Rokurou smiles against the curve of Kizuna’s inner thigh, gazing up at him with innocent puppydog eyes. As if he would never do anything too much, ever. Kizuna won’t regret allowing him to do as he wants at all.
Excitement flutters as he presses his lips in again, worshipfully caressing along silky skin. His hand regrips, sliding back down outer thigh to secure, as he kisses high into the joint between leg and groin. A slow inhale, exhale—relishing natural scent, musk at its thickest. Rokurou squints in pleasure of it, nosing along the base of Kizuna’s erection before sliding back down.
Teeth dig into the meat of his leg. Sudden, sharp, with a hot lash of tongue quickly following that snapping bite. Again and again, pinching and sucking, drawing color to the surface to paint pink and red against white. A kissing trail with teeth that works down to the knee and back up again as his free hand kneads up along taint, fingers sliding back to rub at the dry pucker of muscle between cheeks.
A teasing knead as he works his mouth, biting harder over a spot high on Kizuna’s thigh and staying there to heavily suck, breaking blood vessels to draw a bright splotch to the surface. ]
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[ A chance meeting had worse possibilities than a man on his knees in front of him, after all, neverminding any future repercussions he might face because of such freedom. Right now, it's the perfect coalescence of playfulness and lust, the bright stoke of it where Kizuna mirrors the daemon's internal landscape and turns it into his own, the cool brilliance of its embers allowed to flourish again. It shows on his skin, the welts raising beneath the scrape and suck of an experienced mouth promising to shadow come morning. He'll have plenty to remember him by, he thinks, watching the path of destruction shine down the plane of his thigh, bites coated translucent with spit.
His fingers lazily stroke his cock as Rokurou traces his way around the twitch and flutter of broken skin, the white-hot itch of exposure to the air making his knees feel a little weak. Mostly filled out, his hips pull taut, body pivoting into the exploration of fingers between his legs. ]
How does it taste?
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[ A low murmur against skin. The faint taste of salt and metal aren't nearly substantial enough to satisfy; Rokurou sighs, pressing the curve of his mouth against a fresh mark. They are, however, very pretty. He admires his work through lidded eyes before sliding his gaze up to the hand working above him. His own cock aches in empathy, a hard tent at the front of his trousers that goes untended to.
Drawing the wandering hand back, Rokurou slots it beneath Kizuna's knee to push it up, shoving himself between the other man's legs more fully. The other runs along the outside of Kizuna's other thigh, gripping to help keep him stable. Chinning up, Rokurou presses his lips along taint, kissing, moving to flick his tongue against that dark pucker of skin. More taste, stronger taste—the daemon presses in, wanting more, heady desire a thick haze.
It's an awkward position but Rokurou doesn't care, willing to bear Kizuna's weight while shoving his face between his cheeks. His mouth is eager, lips parting to suck and lick, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he can without breaking his neck. ]
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...nnh — greedy, aren't you? [ His asshole is easily bullied into pliancy against a tongue eager to saturate; he shows no signs of recent use, but his body lacks the tension of inexperience. Instead, there's a pull in him like the shoring of a tide, aching and deep. ] Hah. I like that in a lover.
[ He likes it a lot, really. Kizuna won't let his attentions go unrewarded, feeling Rokurou's strain in the angles of his body both at his neck and between his legs. But he's not going to pull him from his bid at enough so soon either, back curling to roll his hips into the thrust of the daemon's tongue.
To match, he strokes himself off above him, the fervor of his pleasure stoked by the man so immodestly between his legs. Skin sounds, scent rises. Kizuna pants softly, the hushed crescendo of noise echoing off the bathroom walls. ]
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Rokurou grabs Kizuna’s thighs and squeezes them as he continues to work his tongue. Without vision he responds to sound, judging how he should move based off of breath and voice. He hums his agreement, accepting the moniker of greedy without complaint, while kneading his tongue in search of what makes the man keen.
Exhaling slowly, one hand finally loosens so he can reach down and palm himself. Fuck—he wants to turn Kizuna around and throw him over the counter, wants to hike up a long leg and fuck him until he cries. A strong urge cording through his veins, rhythmic with the beat of his heart and the clutch deep in his abdomen.
He stokes his own cock, breathing heavily against Kizuna between every lick. Pleasure mounts. Unwilling to stop until he feels the other man fall apart around, Rokurou continues to grind his mouth up against his ass shamelessly while approaching his own climax with quickening pumps. ]
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Better to keep some things close to his chest among so much glamor, even if his heart yearns for release, for more. Patience moors itself to him in spite of the filthy whine that presses from his throat as he grinds down on Rokurou's face, depending on the strong column of his neck to bear with the movement. Heat tightens in the pit of his belly as his palm works at his cock, feeling the mirror of his arousal in the other man below him. It's thick in the air, the shape of him between his legs. Kizuna tips his head back and bites his lip, beads of sweat humid on his throat. His thighs ache with his pulse, tight against Rokurou's shoulders. ]
— ah, there, right there... [ His hips twist, desperate. ] Rokurou...!
[ That rhythm buckles and his strokes fall apart, fingers squeezing up against the crown of his cock as he comes in messy spurts against his belly. ]
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With where Rokurou is positioned it's impossible for drops of semen to not drip down onto him. It's a mess he doesn't mind whatsoever, cum staining his already white shirt as he continues to jerk himself off. Hell, it's hot. Inspiration to pull his mouth away from Kizuna's ass to follow it; greedy, his head shifts to the front, lips a devilish curve against the man's stomach as his tongue laps out to lick. Rokurou sucks greedily beneath his navel, gazing up from beneath a veil of dark lashes. Wanting to see his face and expression in the crux of dizzy afterglow.
All while he continues to chase his own. Rokurou's fist moves faster in tight clutch over his erection as bitter salt saturates his tongue. The outward bleed of his honeyed pleasure comes not long after as he groans against Kizuna's belly; possessed, the daemon bites hard into that tender flesh, a mean sink of teeth printing down as the dry heat from his gut reaches a boiling point. His release is hard and fast, making a mess of his fingers and some of the floor between his knees.
Then, he glances up again to meet Kizuna's eyes, sweaty and drunk on euphoria. ]
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When he looks down, it's through the shadow of his own lashes, gaze lidded and hazy, elation creased at the corners of his eyes. He smiles, posture loosening as he steps forward from the countertop some. A hand drops to Rokurou's face, fingertips dancing at the fringe of his bangs obscuring those tantalizing dark marks. They travel just so until they reach the curve of his jaw, sweeping beneath them to tilt his face up. He crowds in a little, leaning to press a mellow kiss to the round of his cheek. ]
That was fun. I almost don't want to give you back to the resort...
[ He's got a talented mouth and idly, Kizuna wonders, what the rest of him is capable of. But it's early in the game yet, even if that doesn't stop him from getting onto his knees to join Rokurou on the bathroom floor. His touch dances from chin to clavicle, across to his arm —
Kizuna takes him by the wrist, lifting the hand he'd finished himself with to run his tongue along the contours of his fingers, laving away his cum. ]
So think of this as a parting gift to remember me by. ♥
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He grins when that tongue scrapes across his stained knuckles, eyebrow arched. Hot, hot, but— ]
Can’t exactly keep that in my keepsake drawer, can I?
[ He cups his hand over Kizuna’s chin, stroking his now-cleaned thumb over the curve of those pretty lips. They’d be his choice of souvenir if he could take anything away; he’d keep them close, wrapped nice and neat, to admire whenever.
Sadly, he will have to settle for something else. With a mischievous little smile, Rokurou hooks his fingers in the opened loop of Kizuna’s belt and tugs the length of it free. Satisfied, he wraps the belt around his wrist, making a cuff of it. ]
I’ll take this. ♥ You can find me again to get it back.
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Not content to use your imagination, huh? I suppose that's alright...
[ Leaning in, he chases the sensation of a thumb on his lips by planting them against Rokurou's mouth. His kiss curves as he seals it there, smiling at the taste of skin salt and copper. ]
I'll definitely come find you again.