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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
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▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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[ It’s not even meant as an insult. Sinsa just takes it for granted that he’s stronger than everybody else he comes across. And a pretty, skinny little thing like Luke’s hardly going to inspire much confidence in the way of matching Sinsa’s…energy.
Which he casually demonstrates by shimmying off his tracksuit pants, baring his quite sizable but still very human girth to Luke.
Well, at least all that careful undressing had helped to stir his appetites, huh? ]
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Mm. Of course.
[mildly spoken, because there really is zero point in trying to reason with Sinsa, of all people. this is... fine, really. they're here and yes, he can still taste the odd mix of him on his tongue...
... his gaze drifts down to that and it sparks the visceral instinct he's been dutifully ignoring again. of course it's big, it's Sinsa.]
... you'll have to help me if you want that to fit. My fingers are not... ideal for the effort.
[that's one way to say it. those claws aren't sharp enough that he'd hurt himself, but it's an effort that's not worth it when Sinsa is easy to string along.]
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[ He’s got a perfectly functional arm. He’s got this.
In fact, now that Luke’s undressed himself enough, he’ll just step back into the poor man’s personal space to boldly feel up his body, chitinous parts and all.
And he has no problem hiding that hitch of breath, the waves of heat coming off of him. Why hide his desires, after all? He’s not a pretty little butterfly that needs his camouflage. ]
Looks like ya need a little help loosening up just about everywhere, though.
[ Okay, so maybe that’s a little jab at Luke’s personality, but he’s not gonna say nuthin’ now that he’s leaning in for a kiss that’s nice and gentle, all languid heat and lazy exploration. ]
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[it's not as though it isn't impressive. the lack of distinct advantage still feels odd, but there's no way Luke's body would let him keep ignoring it forever either.
so it's easy, as Sinsa steps into his space and that hand feels over his body, skin giving way to smooth chitin and back under rough fingers, to relax a little. just a little.
... that jab is unexpected, too. not unfair, sure, but the fact that he says it at all is enough to pull the tiniest little snort from the shorter man.]
I guess you have your work cut out for you, then.
[it's breathy as their mouths meet again, sinking into that heat and letting him explore. if he relaxed a little, he could... maybe get used to this, once in a while.
that fact doesn't stop him from reaching for Sinsa's hand, delicate fingers curling around his broad wrist with far more strength than they imply by look, urging it down between his thighs. the tip of his length is just starting to peek out from between some of those patches; it's about average human girth, at least, if covered in bumps and ridges.]
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Though the effort’s cut short when he snorts between kisses, his large, scarred hand pawing eagerly at Luke’s crotch. That does feel nice, and interesting, even if Luke wouldn’t likely be the first such Demi-Human he’s ever bedded, nor the last.
But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t find it enticing, all the same. He feels up those odd bumps and ridges, his motions surprisingly delicate, but that’s before he pulls his hand away and fully breaks the kiss— ]
Cute. Ya plan on using that against me?
[ Yeah, dream on. But he’ll definitely enjoy playing with it! Right now, he’ll just shove Luke back onto the cushions, shoving a knee between his legs to straddle him as Sinsa looms over him, taking in Luke’s pale and lithe body underneath the shadow of his gaze.
Clearly this isn’t a guy who’s been to the desert much. ]
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ah... his hand feels so much nicer than Luke's own, too. not that the Aurorian has the urge very often either, so he could be misremembering, but even so. it's rigid, growing longer with every delicate motion, and his breath catches before the taller man pulls away.]
If I planned that—nngh—
[Luke falls back onto the cushions without complaint, peering up at Sinsa as a knee bunts his legs apart. pale and lithe, but nicely muscled—that's Luke for you. there's also a glimmer of something if the redhead looks down far enough, just beneath the extended shaft.]
—then why would I ask you to help you fit? Reach down a little farther.
[Dumbass.]
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[ Touchy, touchy, touchy. But now that they’re going at this Sinsa’s actually slowed down a great deal. There’s even actual tenderness in his gaze, even if he’s also getting exasperated with Luke’s every complaint. There are far more agreeable lovers, to be sure, though Sinsa’s not so dumb as to fail to understand that Luke’s out of his depth here.
And probably still thinking of the butterflies, from the looks of it.
But with Luke safely pinned underneath him, Sinsa reaches lower as instructed, hand sweeping over the curve of an inner thigh. Somebody’s probably stashed some lube out here, and he’ll sniff it out eventually, unless Luke’s peculiar anatomy’s just about to get even more peculiar over here… ]
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also, don't slander the butterflies. he's not bringing them into his fucking???
his peculiar anatomy is about to get more peculiar, though. at least a little bit. does it mean Sinsa won't need lube? ehhh... depends on what he decides, but the important thing here is that as his hand sweeps over a thigh, the shorter man can spread his legs a little more. a slow inhale and exhale, and he presses his hips upward, the base of his cock warm against that hand.
and, more importantly, a distinct slit where his testes might be otherwise. the chitin around it is pulled apart a little, flexible against pressure; if he continues down further he'll find another, much more expected hole. so really, the problem is more that Sinsa has to make a decision where he wants to go from here.]
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[ Sinsa squints down at Luke’s intriguing parts, frowning very hard as he attempts some sort of deep mental calculation, his hand leaving Luke’s thigh to fondle these new bits of him just a bit more, feeling them up carefully in his very warm hands…
Then he looks up. ]
It’s a lot more complicated than I thought.
[ But it’s spoken with the unbridled cheer of a man who just knows that this’ll all work out, somehow.
Which is why he gently pokes at the hole. ]
Does anything special come outta there?
[ And just how far can those chitinous membranes pull apart to accommodate his girth? ]
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I like to think it's fairly simple.
[he... shouldn't be surprised by that question. it's still Sinsa, after all. but
his fingers poke at the hole and that makes Luke jolt a little, a shiver running down his spine.]
... No. It's for penetration. The ovipositor is elsewhere, you needn't worry about it.
[penetration and fertilisation, but that fact is unrelated to the moment. Sinsa isn't the type of Aurorian who would have to worry about it. as to the membranes? well, they're remarkably stretchy. it might take a little work to stretch him enough, but Sinsa's girth would fit. barely.
his ass is a similarly viable choice—and might fit the taller man better—but it'll also require some kind of lube... it's really up to Sinsa now.]
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[ As though Luke had plotted his own anatomy for nefarious purposes, somehow. ]
But I like my options.
[ He pulls his finger away with a smirk then, as he slowly pops that finger to his mouth. It’s only a brief taste, though he licks his lips afterward as the look he gives Luke grows that much darker.
Then he grabs a thigh to prize Luke’s legs further apart as he drops to his knees and presses his mouth through that tantalizing slit he’d been poking at earlier, licking him up and savoring him like a fine barbecued desert lizard. ]
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[why is he so—]
That's good, then. I could hardly offer any others...
[He's mostly managed to settle, but the way Sinsa pulls his finger free and pops it into his mouth has the shorter man's attention. Normally, it wouldn't be nearly so alluring, but he's practically drowning in his arousal thanks to the damn pollen.]
What are you—haah!?
[His legs aren't too hard to pry open right now, given he's already agreed to this—but he's not prepared for the sudden enthusiasm with which Sinsa's tongue slips into his slit. It's wet and hot, pliant against the easy stretch of his tongue, and Luke's fingers tremble as they find purchase in unruly hair.]
Wait—don't lick—nngh!
[is it the first time someone's done this? Probably not, but it doesn't happen often. Sex is a transaction, most of the time, and there's no need for someone to go down on him for it. He's clearly enjoying it though, that length twitching as his hips squirm.]
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But right now? He’s heard of bugs that can produce substances so sweet they’re coveted by other bugs. And maybe that’s what Luke is to him, all honeyed warmth between his legs, hidden away by chitinous “armor” that only serves to make him all the more enticing…
So he’s going to plunder that little hole for all it’s worth, running his tongue along those inner walls with loud, groaning relish, even as his hand eases up on Luke’s leg to reach behind him, grabbing a nice handful of ass so he can press a finger to that other entry point, prodding at it like he’d done that slit earlier, even if he’s yet to make a grab for some lube. ]
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a hissed curse escapes Luke as his toes curl, body squirming against the insistent lap of his tongue along inner walls. his claws aren't so sharp as to break skin with a little pressure, but he's still trying to be kinder than not. certainly not quieter, though.]
Fuck—nngh...
[some of that slick has most certainly dripped down to his ass from before there was a tongue greedily lapping it all up, though the hole is still a lot more tight than the one his tongue is currently plundering. that prodding will find a little give, but it's definitely going to take some work and lube to get very deep very comfortably.]
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If he weren’t so busy drinking Luke in, anyway, fingering his other entrance with a finger coated in sap, and still finding it somewhat lacking. ]
Fuck…tight…
[ But when he pulls away so they can meet eye to eye and he can smack his lips with evident relish, that look he’s giving Luke is one of determination. ]
Hang tight, Butters. I gotcha.
[ Oh, did he remember to ask for Luke’s name? Sorry. The White Flame Mercenaries might be quite infamous around Umbraton, but Sinsa doesn’t really keep track considering how many merc groups come to the desert.
Anyway, what’s important is that he’s pulling his hand away and rummaging around, causing at least one bunny to hop away from its perch and looking quite offended, but he does manage to fish out a bottle of lube hidden underneath those cushions. ]
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Butters— [of all the choices... and look, he wasn't really expecting the redhead to recognise him with no gloves and no mask anyway. Rediesel Desert isn't his favorite place to go, it's so... dry.] ... Luke.
[It doesn't matter if he's recognised, he reminds himself. Sinsa is too good a man to be worth the worry. He's also feeling a little legless, so there's no attempt at getting up even without the reassurance.
At least the taller man knows what he's doing and what he needs, too. The mercenary is used to both holes being used, and he can't say he has a particular preference one way or the other, but there's still something amusing about the choice.
Or maybe it's just because of his size.]
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[ Sinsa, that’s not what he meant— ]
And I’m all ready to gobble ya up—
[ The thing about having only one fully functioning arm is that he has to use his body to do some heavy lifting for him when it comes to intimacy. When he manages to get some lube on his fingers (it’s a mess, but it gets the job done) and eases his hand onto Luke’s ass again, he’s also leaning in, pinning him down with a shoulder and a stubble of an arm, pressing their overheated bodies flush together.
And Sinsa’s hot—hotter than he has any right to be, with the Fire Lumina surging inside of him. Fuck. He’s ready. He’s so ready to just take him and run. He’s not a man used to taking things slow and patient, but he’s also used to handling the fragile types. Spread out like this, Luke’s about as delicate as any of the pollen-strewn butterflies they’d run into already. ]
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My name is Luke.
[it's clearly not meant to really slow him down, though. nothing will with someone whose one-track mind is so one-tracked, and he doesn't really want to anyway. by now he's already into it, groaning softly as Sinsa pins him down.
he really is so hot. it's almost suffocating, and the situation has already left him feeling more impatient than he'd like. what will that heat feel like inside him? the delirious thought that he'd like to feel it in both comes as a shock, and he dismisses it without giving voice to it.
slow and patient movement... doesn't suit him as much as not, really. he just wants it now and damn the consequences, especially with everything all messed up.]
Ugh... then... hurry up already.
[Luke, delicate and fragile? right. just because he's slim, Sinsa? rude!!]
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[ Hey, everyone’s small and delicate when they have to put up with fucking Sinsa.
Especially when they’re fucking Sinsa. ]
So relax… Whatever happened to having me help you with this, huh?
[ He pushes his fingers in deeper, tries not to think about how hard he’s throbbing at how heated Luke’s voice is, how hot and needy he looks right now. Up this close he really isn’t any different from the drunken, lust-ridden butterflies likely being wrangled back into the safety of the Conservatory as they speak. ]
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grudgingly. even though he's not really giving it all up as he leans into the press of fingers, urging them deeper, slowly but surely.]
I'm letting you help, aren't I? Or do you simply expect your partners to—nngh—lie there and let you do all the work?
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[ Patience is not the Rediesel way. ]
Lucky for you, I kinda like this change of pace. Slow and steady and real romantic-like. So this is how you mercs play?
[ Okay, but since when did Luke even mention that he’d been a mercenary? Sinsa’s certainly not betraying more than his usual air of dunderheadedness as his fingers slip out of there and he looms over Luke with heated purpose in his eyes as he grabs for the underside of Luke’s thigh and lifts it up to position himself at last at Luke’s entrance… ]
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[but then again, it is Rediesel. His eyes do narrow a little as Sinsa comments on his being a merc, because he definitely specifically didn't mention that at all, yeah. It's brief still, because his fingers slip free of his body and the sudden emptiness catches him off guard, insides clenching in cloying desire.]
Is this—nngh—what you'd call romantic? I'm more worried about making sure you don't split me in half...
[because really, who allowed him to be this big? This isn't just because Luke is a petite guy, Sinsa is a monster.
A monster he wants to feel buried in him all the way to the hilt, but shut up.]
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It’s fine. I know you can take it. You’re stronger than you look, aren’t you?
[ Or at least he assumes that Luke would say as much, but Sinsa’s not going to dwell too hard on that now that Luke’s sufficiently prepared and his own patience is wearing thin.
So he wastes no time in easing himself—slowly, despite himself—inside of Luke, groaning with pleasure as he’s steadily enveloped in heat. ]
…Fuck.
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I'm stronger than I look, yes... but—nngh!
[in spite of himself, the slow, insistent pressure of the redhead's cock stretching him out pulls Luke's breath from his lungs. It's a lot to handle, even knowing he can—his back arches and slim legs find purchase around Sinsa's hips, lashes fluttering.
He's not even halfway by the time Luke finds himself almost dizzy from the sensation—he's not exactly inexperienced, but frankly? The mercenary isn't used to anyone this damn big, either. The idea that people take charge with this is just ludicrous enough to be a rediesel truth.]
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[ He’s not really the best at words, but what does come out of his mouth will always be sincere, for what it’s worth. Luke might not have the usual burning enthusiasm of a Rediesel Wrench member, but he’s doing his best and Sinsa can always appreciate that.
Besides, it’s not like Luke’s skimping on the looks department, either. Once he’s fully sheathed he even brings up his large, rough hand to pat a cheek, as though that might be enough to ease the pain of such an entry. ]
Hahaha! I can’t believe I haven’t lost control yet. The way you’re looking right now, I would’ve pounded you into the sand ages ago.
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