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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
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. 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 April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ 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.
cw suicidal ideation
it's all pitifully melodramatic, and ash would tell him to stop reading brideshead revisited for the seventieth time. but ash isn't here. there isn't anyone here to tell him a goddamn thing, so he can drink and fuck and be as broody as he wants, and no one gives a shit if he lies wet-eyed in his bed at night and thinks about suffocating himself with his pillow.
and then hawkins fuller asked him out for a drink.
it's not that embry wants to be asked anywhere. he doesn't want to be wooed and would balk if he thought that was hawk's game, but he is used to a certain level of attention that he's been lacking recently. hawk's interest feels like an anchor, even if it might only extend to how long it takes for hawk to press him facedown into a mattress.
this place is no lyonesse, but there's plenty of action to take in, and from the looks of it some of it might be affecting hawk — he looks warm in the hazy lights, and embry doesn't know if it's arousal or discomfort or both, but there's something satisfying in seeing a well-dressed man sweat. ]
Not here, no. [ he shrugs, snagging his drink on his way to the floor to lounge against the low cushions. ] Gave up smoking when I finished my last tour, but I picked it up again at some of the other bars around here. You are wearing the hell out of that suit.
[ embry straightens so he can unknot his own tie, watching hawk as he flicks open the top buttons of his collar. he's already feeling warm himself, the smoke thick in the air. ]
Is there a "first" you've been itching to try?
bb boi......
but he does what any good mirror would: he makes the decision that when in rome, easily tugging at his own tie and pocketing patterned navy silk with the sneaking suspicion that it won't be the last it sees tonight of any action. his top two unbuttons are pulled open, and hawk does it one better - sliding out of his blazer with ease and slowly starting to roll up his sleeves. no point in suffering, even if there's the odd sensation that something is clinging to his newly exposed skin. hawk reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes, maybe something more familiar to them both then the dog and pony show as he offers it across the table to embry with a raise of his brows.]
Didn't even have to buy you dinner first to get you out of yours, huh? But it takes one to know one.
[it's low and light in its teasing, acknowledging the obvious that embry is an attractive specimen - hawk's type to a fucking t, if he's honest with himself. but he's out of his element where embry is very clearly not, and if there's one thing he's good at it's learning the lay of the land and collecting a few favors along the way. there's risks from every angle here, and hawk still can't shake the sensation of having to look over his shoulder and make sure mcleod or mccarthy himself won't jump out at any minute to arrest him for indecency on the spot, but for now he's not crossing any lines. maybe he's about to learn a few new ones.]
Carpathia, right? You'll have to fill me in on how to address you. You're looking at Sergeant Hawkins Fuller. But - just Hawk is fine.
[firsts though, that's tricky. admit there's not many he has left and he gives away the whole thing he's fought to conceal. instead, he picks up his glass and lifts it in a salute to embry.]
I'm adaptable. I don't have any ruby slippers to kick up, but - to following the yellow brick road around here, whatever way it leads.
[he waits for embry to clink his glass before taking a sip of his own.]
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The worst part of anyone's day is when I'm not naked.
[ his tie hangs loose, wrinkled from the tight knot, and he pushes up his sleeves carelessly, then pauses to inhale from the cigarette. smoke streams past his lips toward the ceiling, his lashes fluttering as his eyes settle on hawk again, considering. ]
Lieutenant. [ the worst most useless one when ash met him, but there'd been some improvement. ] My mother's important. I was only out of OCS for a few months with that rank pinned on me. After four tours I didn't give a shit what was on my uniform; I only cared about my men. Why'd you ask about McCarthy?
[ a stain on history, and a man that doesn't get brought up in casual conversation. he thinks about velletri, and watches the way hawk's gaze flickers almost imperceptibly to the doors, like he's mapped out every possible exit, or he's watching every person that enters. embry snags his drink, taking a generous sip, and moves his gaze away from the space between hawk's legs, and how he'd fit perfectly if he knelt between there now. ]
You have an interest in the Lavender Scare? [ he taps his cigarette against the gilded ashtray. ] They used polygraphs for that, you know.
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Ah, now is that an exhibitionism thing or are there beaches for polite company? I haven't looked around enough, but I'm getting the sense that's child's play compared to half the shit they've got in store.
[hawk nods between little puffs of smoke, still letting himself stay as alert as possible despite the nagging sensation he gets under his skin when he's been at the cozy corner a hair too long and needs to make a quick out before he hits inebriated and irresponsible. everything embry shares gets filed away in a mental rolodex - no different than he would if he'd met him hobnobbing at some washington gala. and maybe if they hadn't been at least fifty years off, he would have been reporting to embry and finding out whatever the hell carpathia emerged from - probably something baltic. he's about to say as much when he's stopped dead by the sudden shift in subject, feeling rather like he's been caught, and most especially like embry is a lot smarter than he's willing to bet people give a pretty face credit for.
luckily he's mastered the art of a cool smile and easy sarcasm, accentuated by a low whistle.]
Well Lieutenant, how about the President? Is he from an important family, or more the guy next door type?
[there's more to that story too, and he knows it, shrugging absently like the rest is unimportant even though he wishes he knew what the fuck the lavender scare was. he's sure as shit not thinking of flowers.]
Lavender's not really my color. Just making friendly conversation and all. Is that a crime now too?
[his brows bounce teasingly again, daring him to hopefully change the subject.]
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The president? No, he's not from an important family. He's not like me at all. [ ash is good and noble and powerful, the last hero embry knows, the only man he wants to lose to. ] He's from Kansas. Everything he has, he earned. No favors. No friends in high places.
[ just that asshole merlin pulling strings to tatter embry's heart for ash's sake. he takes a sharp drag, then slides swiftly in the space he's been eyeing, right between hawk's legs where he's perched on the low lounge seat. ]
I think lavender's exactly your color. [ his eyes skirt along the planes of hawk's body, from his open collar, the first sheen of sweat beginning to gleam on his skin, to the way the cut of his trousers cling to his thighs while he sits. embry's hand snakes out to glide along his knee, moving up to the center of his thigh while his gaze settles on hawk's face again. ] In the 1940s there was a purge of gay people in government, fueled by raging homosexual McCarthy. It was a witch hunt. People's lives were ruined. Anonymity was your greatest protection, and because of that, you can't even go back to the history books and read about these people. You can't measure that kind of loss.
[ his hand resumes moving, higher and higher until he reaches the fork of hawk's legs, casual as he adjusts his cigarette with his other hand, smoke escaping between his words. keeping his eyes on hawk's, he palms his cock through the fabric of his trousers. despite the smoke getting to his head (and under his skin, and straight to his own cock), he can feel a sort of palpable tension in hawk, like now he really has mapped out his own exit to the door even though he can feel his cock responding to his touch, too. ]
I know about having to hide. [ the higher he goes, the more he has to keep his heart under wraps, and now it doesn't matter because it's all broken and ash is getting married. with the flick of his fingers, he has hawk's fly open, dipping inside. ] But not like those guys in the forties do. They spent more time looking at exits than at the men in front of them.
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Awful long way for someone to go on the Yellow Brick Road and wind up becoming Oz.
[wizard of oz is still relevant, right? all of this is a gamble, and it makes hawk's chest tighten like he's going to be facing down a firing squad any minute now. nevermind that there's clear debauchery that would make an eye-watering report for the brass back home. nevermind that it's an assortment of men and women and men and men and women and women he sees in various states of smoked out and undressed - and nevermind that no one seems to be ready to bust down the doors and arrest them any minute. this makes even the goddamn chicken hut look like a convent.
and then embry slides into his lap, hands trailing light against him and making every bit of skin feel trapped under fabric and not experiencing the full multitude of bare, soft fingertips. of course the first thing he does is tense up, jaw tight and lips pursed with his eyes flaring in warning - don't fucking do this - as his hand shoots out and grips embry's wrist. not hard, not tight or enough to bruise, but halfway between a warning or a plea as he keeps talking like this is some droll little history lesson. and in a way it is - because it means all of this is in the past, someday. he'd known he would survive it after the engagement and the damn polygraph.]
It is a goddamn witch hunt. One resignation per day over the wrong stride, a tremor in the voice. This rate, they might think my own mother was queer.
[it's the easiest thing to say, voice raspy as he stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table and lets his other one lift to splay across the skin between embry's collar and clavicle, thumb stroking against it with a hum. inexplicably, some of that tension seems to bleed out at being seen, and while feeling this exposed isn't a sensation he likes - at least it feels like there's a release. that embry won't rat him out to the feds, if they even exist here, and he doesn't seem to care about hiding here and now. his fingers lift, dragging all the way up his neck and feeling the way his neck is damp from the humidity, enough that he can pull it across his immaculate jawline and tip his head just so for his own perusal, trying to regain some of the power he thinks he's lost.]
Is that a complaint, Mr. Moore?
[hawk finally lets himself give in, shoulders slacking and cock twitching. embry's wrist is released - but instead one palm splays over his ass and drags his hips inward.]
I'm looking at you.
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[ he lets hawk take control of his movements, allowing his wrist to stay within the confines of his grasp until hawk is the one to decide he's safe to free again — and his patience is rewarded with a touch that feels nearly more intimate than if hawk had decided to simply grab his dick. a shiver crawls over embry's skin as hawk's rough thumb strokes his collarbone, tracing a line up his throat to settle his fingers at his jaw. he feels like he's being assessed, only he doesn't know the criteria he's being judged upon.
how to be a model closeted man, maybe. well, he's done that for years with flying colors, and he isn't optimistic enough to think that period of his life will ever truly be over, but it doesn't have to happen here. ]
I'm not hunting you. [ his mouth quirks slightly, tilting his cheek into hawk's touch. ] Well, not really. You're already right where I want you.
[ his hand resumes its trajectory now that hawk seems more receptive to this, closing tight around his cock as hawk drags him closer. embry knees up onto the lounge, gripping hawk's shoulder for balance as he noses along the damp line of his cheek, giving his cock a few firm strokes before teasing incessantly at the sensitive head until his fingertips are wet with hawk's lust for this. for him. ]
So do what you always imagined doing in public but couldn't.
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he does not wanna think about this right now. not one bit.
instead he tips his head up, eyes falling half-lidded as he drinks in the way embry goes pliant and easy in his lap. like he was born for this, and that even if he's the one who wants to take credit for the hunting, he could just as easily make exceedingly handsome prey.]
Tell me one of them.
[there's not a single fuck he has about any complaints, and he knows damn sure they won't be about his hands or his mouth, which promptly licks a hot stripe up embry's neck before laving his tongue in a heated kiss along his pulsepoint. his thighs splay out a little more, a hungry noise low in the back of his throat while embry starts slowly jacking him off and dragging the evidence that yeah, he's very much fucking enjoying this - in public no less - blurting against his thumb tip. there's a gracious squeeze along the firm muscle of his ass before he draws it back forward to mirror what embry is doing to him and mould the splay of his palm along the thick bulge behind his inseam. his lips trail up towards his earlobe, nipping at the shell teasingly.]
I'm not gonna fuck you in public. Not all the way.
[because - that means he can do it twice, without fear of someone getting too familiar with his face or his voice or recognizing him in the future.]
But I will get you off, and I will fuck you where I can take my time pulling you apart. Deal?
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and then here's hawk, worse off than he is, decades before the shithole embry lives in. it's humbling, to say the least, as someone who knows and respects history. who's disgusted by so many parts of it. the way hawk kisses him carries a certain weight. his touch feels hotter, more electric. maybe embry just hasn't felt alive since being here, severed from a life of suffering over what he can't have — and he needs it. the suffering. the pain. the longing. what is he without it? ]
A complaint?
[ hawk's hand makes him shiver despite how fucking tame this is compared to what embry is used to — but it's everything when he fixes it in the course of his life and presumably hawk's. he's learned to play the game so well that being a model closeted citizen feels normal. ash asking him to uproot everything they'd hidden their hearts for had stung — and his rational brain can recognize the inherent fucked-upness of that. embry is never going to be waving a pride flag in the streets when he could just dick down a stranger in a club and relish in his bisexuality with pure carnal pleasure. ]
That you're not going to fuck me in public.
[ it's a tease, and half a promise that he'll get hawk there one day, not because he would ever admit to any truly good intentions, but because it seems like the rightly corrupt thing to do to a man who's never experienced the joys of public promiscuity. ]
It's a deal. You really are a politician.
[ embry runs a hand through hawk's hair, closing his fingers around a fistful of dark strands and yanking back to expose his throat, so he can suck a hard kiss right where his pulse flutters against his mouth. his fist sets an unforgiving pace at hawk's dick, hard strokes making it apparent that embry does not intend to take his time with anything. ]
If it leaves a bruise — [ his tongue soothes over hawk's reddened skin, kissing up to his jawline. ] Then I owe you a favor. Cash in whenever you want.