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【 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. 💕
[ Careful Wriothesley, encouragement like that will be taken all too eagerly. ]
[ He hums curiously against his lips, no further explanation needed for it as he meets the other again and again for slow and heated kisses that quickly warm his cooled skin. In contrast, eager tentacles respond quickly under the other man's broad hands, extending to curl around his fingers and wrists adoringly. As always, his subconscious body remains the most honest part of him, the touch of possessiveness evident in the way they wind themselves around whatever they can to try and hold on tight, tying their bodies together closer. ]
[ If Wriothesley wants to go anywhere, he's going to have to literally untangle himself from Kleken to do so. ]
[If Wriothesley wanted to get away, he shows no attempt in trying to pull away. He kisses back a touch hungry, obviously wanting for more. His legs wrap around Kleken's waist as though the other needs reason for themselves to be stuck there with the boxer.
A slight flush to his cheeks and a grin on kiss bruised lips.]
More than forgiven. Are we done playing already? [He squeezes slightly, the obvious feel of the muscles in his legs flexing with the action.] We don't have to stop at just the payout.
[ The squeeze of the man's legs around him pulls a chuckle from his lips, brushing them against the other's jaw in the process of leaning comfortably into him. If he's pointedly pressing their hips together, well, there really was no helping it, was there? ]
Oh, there's quite a bit more playing I'd love to do.
[The grin on Wriothesley’s face is shameless as ever as he gently rolls his hips. Encouraging. Enticing. He knows the dangerous game he’s playing. Knows that being at this man’s mercy might have him a hapless mess all over again.
And isn’t that something to want?]
I’m glad we’re on the same page then. I’d like to keep playing too. I would hate for our rendezvous to end here after all. [He licks his lips.] So? What do you want to do next?
[ If Wriothesley wishes to play his game, Kleken will certainly indulge him in as much. He's never been one for convincing someone not to act upon a bad idea, and most certainly not when he's the bad idea in question. ]
[ He leans in to press a kiss to the other's neck while his tentacles get to work, squeezing their way between them to loosen clothing on both men, just enough to let Kleken get his hands on the boxer's ever tempting ass and getting thhem skin-to-skin. ]
Oh, I had been thinking it'd be nice to leave our mark here before we go, and to leave my mark on you as well.
[Wriothesley is greedy in the way he lets his hands roam all over Kleken’s body. Calloused fingers glide over smooth skin, appreciating the differences in their physiques.
He offers the man a grin.]
Then what are you waiting for? I’ve been waiting for just that, sweetheart. Let’s make a mess together, shall we? [Whether the mess is what they leave in the alter or the mess is what he’s about to become is really up in the air.
[ There's a flash of hunger in Kleken's gaze when he pulls away from the other man's neck, echoed in his smile before he closes the gap to greedily kiss him once more. A kiss that's deepened just a moment later with parted lips, heated from the boxer's touch, and a quiet groan as those busy tentacles finally achieve their goal of getting Wrio's pants loose enough to start tugging out of the way. ]
[ And he doesn't even have to lift a finger. Neither of them do, in fact, larger tentacles are already moving to lift up the larger man just enough to tug his pants and undergarments down to his thighs and give fingers and tentacles equal access to newly bared skin. ]
[Arms circle around Kleken's neck so that he can pull the other closer in a ravenous kiss. Teeth graze over lips before he presses lips roughly against the other's, tongue entwining as they kiss. He only barely notes the tentacles tugging his pants free, acknowledgement with how he lifts his hips in tandem with the larger tentacle lifting him.
The feeling of those cool appendages has him moaning into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as he relishes the sensation of being touched all over.
His chuckle is breathless against Kleken's lips.] These guys sure missed me.
[ His soft groan in return is lost in Wriothesley's mouth, shifting away only to let his tentacles past and continue their work. It means he can get his fingers sliding against the bare skin of the boxer's thighs, after all, and what a treat it is to be able to drag his nails over the back of them. ]
Could you blame them?
[ He peppers more light and sweet kisses against his lips while Wriothesley catches his breath, moving tentacles to slide up under the man's shirt and feel over his abs. ]
[A shudder as he feels the drag of nails against the sensitive skin of his thighs. His eyes flutter closed before he opens them, gaze a little more unfocused as he gets enthralled by the pleasure he was feeling.]
I'm not blaming. I think it is quite cute.
[The feeling of the cool, rubbery texture of the tentacles against his skin has him tensing and relaxing, goosebumps riding up the back of his neck.] They can have their fill. We're just here to have fun, no? [As he speaks, fingers drop to fumble with the button on Kleken's pants.]
[ 'Cute' is a term that has his tentacles singing in pleasure in response... Metaphorically. In actuality, they're curling around anything they can reach, sliding against every inch of skin under them and pressing suckers tight against him, undoubtedly leaving very blatant and obvious marks on Wriothesley's skin. A small and selfish little play at fulfilling Kleken's personal desires of leaving behind marks on the man, keeping him unforgotten. ]
[ For being a near white, blue tongued, tentacle-wielding man he sure is conscious of wanting to be remembered. ]
Mm, I agree.
[ Kleken leans into the touch, hips shifting to make Wriothesley's work easier while a tentacle discreetly slips an opened tube into his hand. ]
[He can't help but shudder everytime the suctions pull at skin. Just enough to grab his attention. Just enough to feel their every movement. It's distracting. Pleasantly so.
He gets Kleken's pants undone and slides fingers passed the waistband of the man's underwear to wrap calloused fingers around Kleken's cock.] We're already having fun, no? I barely got to appreciate this last time. [He was already so blissed out from Kleken's tentacles, he barely got to appreciate the rest of the smaller man's anatomy.
He gives a few rough strokes.] You have me for the rest of the night, sweetheart.
[ Wriothesley has far too many good points to him and his calloused hands are just one more to that list. He hums for a moment, arching into the touch around his cock with a pleased sigh that ends in him dipping his head down and laughing low and warm against his shoulder. ]
Oh, we are... I would invite you to take your time, but I'm not certain I could continue for so long under your touch.
[ Not with such a nice touch around him. There's a reason why Kleken likes to wear down his partner with a tentacle or five after all. ]
[ He lets those very tentacles guide his hand up Wrio's thigh and to his entrance, lube squeezed out cool onto his fingers as they rub around the ring. Is it retaliation for those cursedly nice hands? Just a little. ]
I'd like to make the night last as long as I have you.
Nothing a little bit of stamina training can't help with. [Though, Kleken probably is right on the money to wear Wriothesley down first. The man really was too healthy and energetic for his own good.
There's a pleased shiver and he instinctively clenches on nothing as he feels the teasing touches over his entrance. There's a coy little smile and a tilt of his head.]
Then we have a long night ahead of us. [He continues to pump Kleken's cock as he speaks; a purr in his voice.] Going to make a mess of me again, sweetness?
Do tell me how one trains up their stamina sometime.
[ Though if it involves exercise he will absolutely illusion himself out of the room to avoid any. Tentacle over-stimulation was a perfectly viable solution anyway, and Wriothesley had no complaints with it so far. ]
A very lovely one at that.
[ He moves on a little quicker than he might have initially, but Wriothesley's hand simply feels too good not to rock into and if he stands any chance of getting inside the other anytime soon, he needs to move this along. ]
[ The pair of fingers pressing in may come as little surprise at this point, but the thin tentacle twined around them, changing the way they feel on that initial push in might be. It's a slow and firm push to bury his fingers completely into the taller man, and slow rotation of his fingers inside pairs perfectly with the winding of the tentacle, the tip of it tapping against his insides. ]
Well, any type of cardio. Things that'll strengthen your heart and lungs like swimming. [Sorry, but it usually involves exercise Kleken. You like swimming though, right?
He clenches around the fingers and tentacle with a shaky breath, hand around Kleken's cock halting as he gets used to the intrusion. It's a different sensation to fingers, but also different from the larger tentacles pushing inside him. Eyelashes flutter as he releases a breath and continue to stroke the other's length as they finger him open.]
H-Hah...I really don't get tired of your friends. [Even if they leave him a complete mess after.]
[ Legitimately amused at the thought since swimming is akin to walking for him and surely people don't simply walk around for exercise. ]
Mm... I'm relieved for that. I was rather hoping you'd get an addiction for them, if I kept having you meet.
[ Openly encouraging an addiction is probably a Bad Sign, but surely Kleken can be forgiven for his crimes through heartfelt effort? Mind, that heartfelt effort is focused on the winding of the tentacle and fingers inside of Wriothesley, each spread of his fingers exaggerated by the expansion and press of that tentacle against the man's inner walls. Stroking in time with the thrusts of his fingers for an entirely unique sort of experience that seems to avoid that sweet spot inside of the man while filling him. ]
[Kleken...wait till he finds out that people do walk around for exercise. Learning something new everyday is good for them. He needs to see some Asian aunties powerwalking around in their visors.]
Hah. It's not addiction. I'm just rather fond of them... [He tries to roll his hips with the thrusts of those fingers. There's something so satisfying with how full the other was making him, yet so terribly frustrating because Kleken seems intent of avoiding the very spot he wants to see stars.]
Your penchant for teasing is exasperating, sweetness. [He says that even if his face was somewhat flush and there's a breathlessness in the way he speaks.]
[ Please let him see Asian aunties powerwalking in visors, he'd love it. ]
Is that not the same thing, fondness and addiction?
[ No, Kleken, no. It's not. ]
[ Terrible understanding of normal human concepts aside, Kleken is at least able to understand the movements of an impatient man rocking on his fingers. His gaze flickers down between them for a moment before smiling in a way that Wriothesley will learn to expect trouble from. ]
My apologies. Does this feel better?
[ The next move of his fingers is a hard and focused thrust in, more of the tentacle slipping in with the movement to fill up the boxer and make each following movement felt in every crevice inside. ]
[It's words like this that tells him a lot about a person and what they're like based on statements like that. It's curious to say the least. More so, it just tells Wriothesley to ire on the side of cautious when it comes to Kleken.
Or he should, if he wasn't being finger banged within an inch of his life. It so happens that he loves to flirt with danger and he can't complain when the sex was good.
Nails dig into Kleken's shoulders and he can't help the desperate moans as he tosses his head back, the feeling of being filled so thoroughly by fingers and tentacles.] H-Hah! Fuck, yes!
[ Wriothesley is learning very fast how to handle (and be handled by) Kleken and it's all for the best, given that Kleken's interest in the other man only seems to grow each time they meet. Soon enough he'll be an expert at it... probably! ]
[ At least, he might if he isn't constantly being distracted from Kleken by... Kleken being Kleken. ]
Oh wonderful.
[ Switching from a 5 to 100 at those very encouraging words, the pace has been set, moving his fingers in that rough and fast pace that work all too well in tandem with his tentacles. On the odd drag out, he'll curl his fingers and the tentacles in unison to make sure the pull out is entirely felt, digging one tentacle end against that sweet spot inside of Wriothesley as well to ensure he's... quite thoroughly taken care of. ]
[He definitely was distracted by Kleken being Kleken.
The pleasure assaulting his body is too much. The way he feels so full from the fingers and tentacles has him delirious from ecstasy. Kleken abusing his prostate has his mind wonderfully blank. Wriothesley comes with a shout, back arching and cum spurting, staining their shirts.
He's not thinking about that, his head filled with white noise as he rides through his orgasm.]
[ Oh sweet, sweet sailor, hopefully he isn't expecting any sort of respite right after that orgasm. Because just as those fingers and tentacles are pulled out, Kleken's cock wrapped up with slightly thicker tentacles are pushing right in and continuing with that dizzily fast pace, the man groaning softly at the feeling of his desperately clenching insides around him. And now that he knows exactly where that spot inside of Wriothesley is, it's going to be pointedly pressed against on every odd thrust in by the tentacles squirming around inside of the taller man. ]
[ Kleken's very much affected by their movements as well, giving the shaky groan he gives upon pressing in, but it's probably much worse for the boxer, given the lack of a break to catch his breath. ]
H-Hah! W-Wait-! [Maybe respite isn't exactly what he expected. Not after the first time. This is still more than he was expecting, his senses already teetering into oversensitivity as the other immediately thrusts their cock deep within him, the feeling of those agile tentacle squirm inside him and continue to attack his prostate.
He writhes and squirms, needy little sounds spilling from his lips and gasps as he finds himself completely overwhelmed by the other once again.] S-Slow... slow down. [Nails claw at Klekens arms and whatever his hands can reach in a futile attempt to get the other to still. His body already so spent and having no strength to try and stop them and merely accept the pleasure overwhelming him.]
Mm- We have an altar to ruin... and limited time to do so.
[ In actually, he doubts anyone will be wandering in here anytime soon, preoccupied as everyone often was in the resort. He simply wants to turn Wriothesley into a mess once more, indulge himself in the way the man melts around him and see if those lovely expressions he made last time were unique to the experience or could be dragged out of him once more. ]
But if... you would like to be seen...
[ He doesn't still, he's hardly that kind, but he does slow the rocking of his hips, which is the positive. The negative is that his thrusts are now slowed and incredibly focused, tentacles expanding out against Wriothesley's inner walls which each drawn out grind in, before contracting again on the pull out. It may be a slower pace, but it's no less overwhelming for someone still trying to recover from an orgasm. ]
[ It is probably overwhelming for someone no matter what their orgasmic state. ]
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[ He hums curiously against his lips, no further explanation needed for it as he meets the other again and again for slow and heated kisses that quickly warm his cooled skin. In contrast, eager tentacles respond quickly under the other man's broad hands, extending to curl around his fingers and wrists adoringly. As always, his subconscious body remains the most honest part of him, the touch of possessiveness evident in the way they wind themselves around whatever they can to try and hold on tight, tying their bodies together closer. ]
[ If Wriothesley wants to go anywhere, he's going to have to literally untangle himself from Kleken to do so. ]
Mm... am I forgiven then?
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A slight flush to his cheeks and a grin on kiss bruised lips.]
More than forgiven. Are we done playing already? [He squeezes slightly, the obvious feel of the muscles in his legs flexing with the action.] We don't have to stop at just the payout.
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[ The squeeze of the man's legs around him pulls a chuckle from his lips, brushing them against the other's jaw in the process of leaning comfortably into him. If he's pointedly pressing their hips together, well, there really was no helping it, was there? ]
Oh, there's quite a bit more playing I'd love to do.
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And isn’t that something to want?]
I’m glad we’re on the same page then. I’d like to keep playing too. I would hate for our rendezvous to end here after all. [He licks his lips.] So? What do you want to do next?
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[ He leans in to press a kiss to the other's neck while his tentacles get to work, squeezing their way between them to loosen clothing on both men, just enough to let Kleken get his hands on the boxer's ever tempting ass and getting thhem skin-to-skin. ]
Oh, I had been thinking it'd be nice to leave our mark here before we go, and to leave my mark on you as well.
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He offers the man a grin.]
Then what are you waiting for? I’ve been waiting for just that, sweetheart. Let’s make a mess together, shall we? [Whether the mess is what they leave in the alter or the mess is what he’s about to become is really up in the air.
It’s probably a mix of both.]
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Let's.
[ There's a flash of hunger in Kleken's gaze when he pulls away from the other man's neck, echoed in his smile before he closes the gap to greedily kiss him once more. A kiss that's deepened just a moment later with parted lips, heated from the boxer's touch, and a quiet groan as those busy tentacles finally achieve their goal of getting Wrio's pants loose enough to start tugging out of the way. ]
[ And he doesn't even have to lift a finger. Neither of them do, in fact, larger tentacles are already moving to lift up the larger man just enough to tug his pants and undergarments down to his thighs and give fingers and tentacles equal access to newly bared skin. ]
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The feeling of those cool appendages has him moaning into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as he relishes the sensation of being touched all over.
His chuckle is breathless against Kleken's lips.] These guys sure missed me.
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Could you blame them?
[ He peppers more light and sweet kisses against his lips while Wriothesley catches his breath, moving tentacles to slide up under the man's shirt and feel over his abs. ]
You're addictive.
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I'm not blaming. I think it is quite cute.
[The feeling of the cool, rubbery texture of the tentacles against his skin has him tensing and relaxing, goosebumps riding up the back of his neck.] They can have their fill. We're just here to have fun, no? [As he speaks, fingers drop to fumble with the button on Kleken's pants.]
I'm here to have fun at least.
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[ For being a near white, blue tongued, tentacle-wielding man he sure is conscious of wanting to be remembered. ]
Mm, I agree.
[ Kleken leans into the touch, hips shifting to make Wriothesley's work easier while a tentacle discreetly slips an opened tube into his hand. ]
I'd love to have some fun.
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He gets Kleken's pants undone and slides fingers passed the waistband of the man's underwear to wrap calloused fingers around Kleken's cock.] We're already having fun, no? I barely got to appreciate this last time. [He was already so blissed out from Kleken's tentacles, he barely got to appreciate the rest of the smaller man's anatomy.
He gives a few rough strokes.] You have me for the rest of the night, sweetheart.
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Oh, we are... I would invite you to take your time, but I'm not certain I could continue for so long under your touch.
[ Not with such a nice touch around him. There's a reason why Kleken likes to wear down his partner with a tentacle or five after all. ]
[ He lets those very tentacles guide his hand up Wrio's thigh and to his entrance, lube squeezed out cool onto his fingers as they rub around the ring. Is it retaliation for those cursedly nice hands? Just a little. ]
I'd like to make the night last as long as I have you.
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There's a pleased shiver and he instinctively clenches on nothing as he feels the teasing touches over his entrance. There's a coy little smile and a tilt of his head.]
Then we have a long night ahead of us. [He continues to pump Kleken's cock as he speaks; a purr in his voice.] Going to make a mess of me again, sweetness?
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[ Though if it involves exercise he will absolutely illusion himself out of the room to avoid any. Tentacle over-stimulation was a perfectly viable solution anyway, and Wriothesley had no complaints with it so far. ]
A very lovely one at that.
[ He moves on a little quicker than he might have initially, but Wriothesley's hand simply feels too good not to rock into and if he stands any chance of getting inside the other anytime soon, he needs to move this along. ]
[ The pair of fingers pressing in may come as little surprise at this point, but the thin tentacle twined around them, changing the way they feel on that initial push in might be. It's a slow and firm push to bury his fingers completely into the taller man, and slow rotation of his fingers inside pairs perfectly with the winding of the tentacle, the tip of it tapping against his insides. ]
Though you are always quite lovely.
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He clenches around the fingers and tentacle with a shaky breath, hand around Kleken's cock halting as he gets used to the intrusion. It's a different sensation to fingers, but also different from the larger tentacles pushing inside him. Eyelashes flutter as he releases a breath and continue to stroke the other's length as they finger him open.]
H-Hah...I really don't get tired of your friends. [Even if they leave him a complete mess after.]
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[ Legitimately amused at the thought since swimming is akin to walking for him and surely people don't simply walk around for exercise. ]
Mm... I'm relieved for that. I was rather hoping you'd get an addiction for them, if I kept having you meet.
[ Openly encouraging an addiction is probably a Bad Sign, but surely Kleken can be forgiven for his crimes through heartfelt effort? Mind, that heartfelt effort is focused on the winding of the tentacle and fingers inside of Wriothesley, each spread of his fingers exaggerated by the expansion and press of that tentacle against the man's inner walls. Stroking in time with the thrusts of his fingers for an entirely unique sort of experience that seems to avoid that sweet spot inside of the man while filling him. ]
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[Kleken...wait till he finds out that people do walk around for exercise. Learning something new everyday is good for them. He needs to see some Asian aunties powerwalking around in their visors.]
Hah. It's not addiction. I'm just rather fond of them... [He tries to roll his hips with the thrusts of those fingers. There's something so satisfying with how full the other was making him, yet so terribly frustrating because Kleken seems intent of avoiding the very spot he wants to see stars.]
Your penchant for teasing is exasperating, sweetness. [He says that even if his face was somewhat flush and there's a breathlessness in the way he speaks.]
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Is that not the same thing, fondness and addiction?
[ No, Kleken, no. It's not. ]
[ Terrible understanding of normal human concepts aside, Kleken is at least able to understand the movements of an impatient man rocking on his fingers. His gaze flickers down between them for a moment before smiling in a way that Wriothesley will learn to expect trouble from. ]
My apologies. Does this feel better?
[ The next move of his fingers is a hard and focused thrust in, more of the tentacle slipping in with the movement to fill up the boxer and make each following movement felt in every crevice inside. ]
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Or he should, if he wasn't being finger banged within an inch of his life. It so happens that he loves to flirt with danger and he can't complain when the sex was good.
Nails dig into Kleken's shoulders and he can't help the desperate moans as he tosses his head back, the feeling of being filled so thoroughly by fingers and tentacles.] H-Hah! Fuck, yes!
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[ At least, he might if he isn't constantly being distracted from Kleken by... Kleken being Kleken. ]
Oh wonderful.
[ Switching from a 5 to 100 at those very encouraging words, the pace has been set, moving his fingers in that rough and fast pace that work all too well in tandem with his tentacles. On the odd drag out, he'll curl his fingers and the tentacles in unison to make sure the pull out is entirely felt, digging one tentacle end against that sweet spot inside of Wriothesley as well to ensure he's... quite thoroughly taken care of. ]
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The pleasure assaulting his body is too much. The way he feels so full from the fingers and tentacles has him delirious from ecstasy. Kleken abusing his prostate has his mind wonderfully blank. Wriothesley comes with a shout, back arching and cum spurting, staining their shirts.
He's not thinking about that, his head filled with white noise as he rides through his orgasm.]
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[ Kleken's very much affected by their movements as well, giving the shaky groan he gives upon pressing in, but it's probably much worse for the boxer, given the lack of a break to catch his breath. ]
Ah- Hah, how splendid...
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He writhes and squirms, needy little sounds spilling from his lips and gasps as he finds himself completely overwhelmed by the other once again.] S-Slow... slow down. [Nails claw at Klekens arms and whatever his hands can reach in a futile attempt to get the other to still. His body already so spent and having no strength to try and stop them and merely accept the pleasure overwhelming him.]
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[ In actually, he doubts anyone will be wandering in here anytime soon, preoccupied as everyone often was in the resort. He simply wants to turn Wriothesley into a mess once more, indulge himself in the way the man melts around him and see if those lovely expressions he made last time were unique to the experience or could be dragged out of him once more. ]
But if... you would like to be seen...
[ He doesn't still, he's hardly that kind, but he does slow the rocking of his hips, which is the positive. The negative is that his thrusts are now slowed and incredibly focused, tentacles expanding out against Wriothesley's inner walls which each drawn out grind in, before contracting again on the pull out. It may be a slower pace, but it's no less overwhelming for someone still trying to recover from an orgasm. ]
[ It is probably overwhelming for someone no matter what their orgasmic state. ]
I could... certainly indulge.
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