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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.
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[Sherwood doesn't need more permission than that. Fuuta's desperation only makes him wish to indulge in teasing the young man further. He adjusts himself to sit on the bed, sitting behind Fuuta before pulling him handily into Sherwood's lap. One arm wraps around to hold Fuuta firmly flush, his back to Sherwood's front, locking Fuuta in position by his waist.
His other hand reaches to where his hands are bundled, plucking them undone so Fuuta's not covering himself up anymore. Gloved fingers sneak beneath fabric and the waistband of his shorts to tease, near ticklishly, along his half aroused cock. Sherwood, meanwhile, can so easily lean to Fuuta's ear and speak softly to him,]
I'll only use my hands, that's enough to ease this. You'll feel much better soon.
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And while pride does demand that he react to this new arrangement with indignity -- ]
Nnh, you didn't need to ...
[ The complaint dies on his lips when he hears those low words breathed right into his ear, so close that he can feel each one feathering over his skin; the fact that all he can see of Sherwood is those arms wrapped around him seems to grant each word an extra, almost tactile weight. And with his back plastered right up against Sherwood's front, it's like that warm presence seeps into him from every angle.
It's embarrassing, but Sherwood must be able to feel the way Fuuta almost immediately stiffens to full hardness in his hands, thighs jumping upon contact. But while his hands to reflexively come to grab at Sherwood's forearms, they only knead and clutch restlessly at the fabric there; despite that half-said complaint, he sure isn't about to raise any further objection. ]
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He only teases that way for a moment, feeling how stifling it would be to continue still beneath his clothing. Sherwood pulls his hand back and uses it to peel down his shorts or open them up, whichever lets Fuuta's erection spring into the open air, exposed,]
My, a moment... hmm... [Sherwood leaves him like that for juuuust a horribly embarrassing few seconds. He's leaning to the side table and grabbing some lubricant, since he doesn't exactly want to friction burn the young man's dick by his absolute refusal to just remove his damned gloves-
He pours some lube directly to Fuuta's standing upright cock, letting it dribble down messily before his hand is returning to grip him again, firmly closing around his length,]
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Except then Sherwood just, like, leaves him like that for a hot second? ]
-- seriously?
[ It's mostly nerves that have him awkwardly shifting his weight, though the result is all the same: he ends up grinding back a little against Sherwood's groin. Punctuated by a hard flinch when the sudden chill of lube slicks down his length, lighting up his nerves. ]
You're -- [ His words cut off with a hiss as long fingers clasp around him, and Fuuta needs to take a deep breath to try and keep his voice level, if a touch guttural and strained. ] -- you're gonna keep those gloves on? [ It's hard, though. The pressure already feels exquisite, as does the unfamiliar texture of slick, damp fabric. ] 'm not dirty or anything ...
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He speaks quietly to Fuuta's ear, like he's sharing a secret to him,]
To be truthful, as a druid... my hands are rather dangerous things. Fortunately, I don't need to take my gloves off to heal your particular affliction.
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His voice only ends up emerging as a long, low whine as Fuuta ends up squirming in Sherwood's lap when he feels that deft squeeze up his cock. It feels good, but -- not good enough. It's almost cruel how the stimulation pushes him closer, closer to that tantalizing edge, but the press of narrow fingers eases up before he can get too close; Fuuta ends up squirming sharply in Sherwood's lap, hips bucking for a moment as a hand comes to yank into the bedsheets in search of purchase.
That whispered explanation doesn't help, either. ]
You -- what?! [ A druid. A fucking 'druid.' Like in MMOs? Cue a tense little shiver as Fuuta grips a little tighter at Sherwood's forearm with his other hand. ] You're not doing anything ... dangerous then, right? If you're keeping those gloves on.
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[Sherwood continues to stroke the young man off as he speaks, following after his squirming hips. He does grunt in the back of his throat as Fuuta grinds into his lap, before tsk-tsking close by Fuuta's ear,]
You, on the other hand, are being dangerous. If you writhe against me too much, I'll get aroused in turn. [He's definitely finding it amusing how Fuuta reacts to being teased and coaxed, taunting him with a gentle tone,]
You're rather small to handle that.
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But like, when he hears that gentle murmur against the shell of his ear.
His weight bears down on Sherwood's lap from how quickly he whips his gaze around to shoot the other a bristling glare. ]
Haa?! [ Then another shift of his weight -- but this time, more deliberate. Because Fuuta angles to seat himself more squarely on one of Sherwood's thighs, movements coming a little stiff from the arousal still swimming in his veins. ] Who're you calling small?! And -- [ The grate of his voice is accompanied by an abrupt shift of his free hand to grind down right against Sherwood's groin, groping directly at him. An incredibly crass move that he'd never even think to make under normal circumstances, but one that comes terribly easily when it's his pride being questioned like this. ] -- you're not that big, old man. Don't go making assumptions about me like that!
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All meanwhile, he is growing stiff beneath Fuuta's weight grinding into him. He's sure that's obvious to the younger man, as is his size... Sherwood is not big because he has a cock suitable to someone tall as him, his cock is big even for someone as tall as he is.]
If I cannot presume, then I must ask... if you're simply up for a challenge? [This has been so easy, Sherwood's very amused sounding, which probably just reads as further taunting]
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oh.
Oh. Fuck.
He really is big.
At this close proximity, Sherwood must be able to feel the way Fuuta stiffens up like he's been hit by an electric shock, grip tightening nervously around that bulge at the front of Sherwood's pants. And while he does briefly consider backing off, doubling over and squirming at the next artful drag of slick, fabric-clad fingers up the underside of his cock -- ]
Nnh! [ The mention of 'challenge,' of course, promptly earns a furious huff past gritted teeth. Words leave him before he can give them even the slightest bit of reconsideration: ] -- what, did you think I'd be scared just 'cause you're a bit bigger than average? [ It's not just 'a bit'??? He's not going to acknowledge it, even as he nervously kneads at Sherwood's erection through the fabric of his pants, trying to really come to terms with its size. ] Y-yeah, I can handle a challenge. It's not a big deal.
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[Hook, line, sinker. Fuuta was such an easy catch that Sherwood's sure a man with actual morals would give him an out. Not Sherwood, though, he will do no such thing.
He'll glide his hands away from teasing at Fuuta's front, reaching to slide his pants the rest of the way down and presumably off his legs. Since now it's important that Sherwood gets to enjoy himself, leaving Fuuta abruptly frustrated will be sure to give the young man some urgency.
Sherwood takes his right hand glove and lifts it to his teeth, plucking away the fabric,]
Do turn around. Now the glove can come off. [Just the one, the other can stay, he won't need more than that.]
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And while he could squirm around to turn around in Sherwood's lap -- Fuuta instead clambers to his feet to stand before him.
He feels patently ridiculous, standing here like this with his dick out and his pants around his ankles, but he also feels like he needs to snatch back at least some little crumb of control, instead of just sitting in the guy's lap. Case in point: ]
Undo your pants. [ His voice totally cracks halfway through that last word, but Fuuta tries to ignore it, just like he tries to ignore the invasive thought that the sight of Sherwood taking his glove off with his teeth is ... kind of hot. ] C'mon. Hurry up.
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My, such a willful thing. [Eh, Sherwood finds that... kind of hot.
He'll reach for his own slacks, unclasping his belt buckle with a heavy clack and sliiiide of leather through loops as he fully removes it before opening his pants front. Sherwood does not have briefs or anything else on beneath those, simply because the druid robes he was used to wearing didn't waste fabric on small clothes and he wouldn't bother in a place like this, either. So, his own cock sways forward, heavy and erect and damn well hung.
Sherwood somehow looks far more self assured to show this off than being seen with a glove half removed.]
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There's no real warning before he abruptly leans forward to brace one hand against Sherwood's knee, reaching forward with the other to grasp around the shaft of his cock. Fuuta tries not to think about just how thick and hot it feels against his palm as he gives a tentatively squeeze, fighting to maintain eye contact even as he feels the warmth of smooth skin beneath his fingers. ]
-- what the hell? You put it back on? [ The glove, he means, clarified by a jerk of the chin towards Sherwood's re-clothed hand. Fuuta scowls, even if he can't help the way his gaze briefly flickers down towards the hard length squeezed in his hand. Looking at it, taking in its full bulk, has his face flushing two degrees hotter, and Fuuta tries not to think about it as he looks back up. ] Take it back off. You were thinking 'bout doing something, weren't you.
[ He tries to distract from it with his yapping, but even as he speaks, Fuuta cautiously explores with his hand, letting his hand cradle against the head of his cock, thumb brushing against the ridge of it. ]
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Fuuta's barking does make him eager to shut him up- or make him even louder. Either or. Sherwood reaches for the young man again, spurred on by the exploratory attention to his own dick. He grabs onto Fuuta's hips and hoists him again onto his lap, most hasty in manhandling Fuuta now that they're both worked up. Sherwood wants Fuuta straddled close enough to press their dicks together, his slick gloves palming at bare ass cheeks with a firm and teasing squeeze,]
I was going to prepare you to take my cock. [For having such a dignified tone of voice, Sherwood sure can say the filthiest things without it sounding forced or stammered over,]
Since you're just so confident you can handle my size. My magic will make quick work of opening you up without pain.
[nothing quite like healing fingers- though Sherwood will absolutely go easy on his magic. It's fun to watch someone struggle to handle him, especially if they're a yappy, little thing like Fuuta.]
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All he can do is stare down in mortified fashion for a second because, like. -- it's not like he's especially small or anything? It's not like he's ever been particularly insecure in this regard? It sure does something to a guy's pride to feel this completely dwarfed, though, and it's all the more reason Fuuta can't -- won't, refuses to back down. ]
Y-yeah, I can take it? It's not a big deal or anything?
[ Too bad his yapping comes out a little wobbly, a notch quieter than before, and Fuuta's face is beet red even as he awkwardly scoots up on Sherwood's lap to better make room for that slick hand cupping at his ass. He's all too aware of the lubricant smearing tracks across his skin, and he shivers with the next squeeze of Sherwood's hand. ]
Just ... don't do anything funny, alright. [ Magic. Being used for sex. Vaguely, he thinks that the otaku acquaintances he'd known online back home would be losing their minds over how much of an isekai cliche this is. ] I dunno how exactly you're planning on using your magic, but. Don't go crazy with it. [ He hasn't forgotten Sherwood implied magic has the potential to be dangerous. ]
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[He would, he would dare, but Sherwood's also not the type to continue if told an unambiguous No. So, he'll be on somewhat decent behavior to keep that from happening. He's worked up and definitely wants to see this through.
What Sherwood will do is remember the look on Fuuta's face when he caught the older man peeling away his glove with his teeth. Since all he's really done with them is stroked Fuuta's cock, he moves a hand forward to tap at the young man's lips,]
Open up and bite down, time to finally take this off. [Fuuta can help him peel them away this time, a special treat] I don't remove these for just anybody, but I can make a special exception...
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Fuuta does jerk his head back a touch when he feels the tap against his lips, eyes narrowed. But after a little huff, he parts his lips and cants his head forward to take the tip of one of Sherwood's gloved fingers into his mouth. Despite the aggressive look of his jagged teeth, he's surprisingly delicate -- he's not really into causing pain, after all. It's just the very tip of the glove he bites down on before leaning back to ease it off of Sherwood's hand, bit by bit.
His hands squeeze against Sherwood's thighs to help him maintain his balance as he does so, rocking his weight back as he tugs the glove off completely, then easing forward once more as Fuuta meets Sherwood's gaze with the glove still dangling between his teeth. ]
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Why, thank you. [he teases, dragging the bare finger tip to Fuuta's lips again after,]
If I kiss you, are you going to cough thorns into my mouth? [Before Fuuta can answer, Sherwood laughs beneath his breath and drops his touch, instead gripping Fuuta's chin so he doesn't move away,]
Well, it would be worth it. [He'll kiss Fuuta, being just fine with the consequences]
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It's only when his lungs start feeling tight that Fuuta pulls back from the kiss, catching his breath in raspy huffs as he meets Sherwood's gaze. Weird how that touch at his chin shouldn't make him feel anything, but ... sitting in Sherwood's lap, feeling the heft of that huge cock pressed up against his, he's so hard it's almost starting to ache a little. ]
S'not like I mind kissing, but -- get on with it already, old man.
[ He tries so hard to sound matter-of-fact, like he just wants to get this 'challenge' over and done with. But it's painfully obvious that Fuuta's just starting to feel antsy, now that he's been worked up to this extent. Kisses alone just get his blood running hotter; he wants to be touched. Now. ]
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Yet, he briefly leans to chase Fuuta's lips, when the young man separates from him. Sherwood rolls his own lips into his mouth to savor that taste lingering still, humming at the demand being gasped out at him. No more wasting time...]
As you wish. [There's already lubricant close by, so he can reapply that to his now bare hand. His hands are large given his height, but in a long, thin, bony way. Despite his gloves, they are not soft, calloused in the way craftsmen hands are, tough from work and age. Skilled, too, as he does not spare Fuuta lost time, sinking in two slick digits right to start. If he feels any brief pain from that being too much too quickly, it's fastly faded by... a strange, new sensation. Wetness that's more vapor than viscous lubricant and warmth that sinks beneath the skin, taking any aches with it. Sherwood can prepare him quicker with some healing touch than actually bothering to be patient and wait for the young man's body to adjust more naturally.
Before Fuuta can much register the depth and thickness of two fingers, Sherwood draws out to add a third. Truly, wasting not a bit of time now. That's what Fuuta wanted, right? He's absolutely not at all misunderstood.]
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The sudden intrusion is enough to have his whole body tensing up, and Fuuta's voice escapes him before he can fight it back -- a short, sharp yelp, high-pitched and clearly startled. And while his nerves do spark with a brief flicker of pain, it's like that moment of alarm's forcibly squelched. Extinguished, like a candle's flame getting put out. ]
Ah -- ? [ What had started as a protest peters off into a confused noise, and Fuuta tenses, shudders, squeezes around Sherwood's fingers as he tries to understand what's being done to him. ] That's, nn -- ?!
[ It's ... wild, how it doesn't hurt at all when a third finger's pressed into him, already, so quickly. There's just the sensation of being stretched open, of a strange wetness permeating into his flesh, and Fuuta finds himself hiking up on his knees, hands clutching at Sherwood's clothes as he buckles forward. Face buried into Sherwood's shoulder, he huffs each breath against the fabric there, jolting when he feels that pressure brushing in past his prostate; his own cock jerks sharply, drooling a bead of pre-cum from the tip. ]
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Good boy, you can handle it, [some encouraging praise to offset such intensity. Sherwood's fingers feel how he shudders at that certain point and purposefully avoid his prostate beyond a glancing tickle. It would a shame for Fuuta to get too much pleasure from this and come undone. Avoiding any post nut clarity would be best for him, Sherwood is sure. He wants what he wants,]
My cock is only a big larger... are you ready? [as if he didn't just shove three, large fingers in- but that's the benefit of healing magic, it's quick and feels good, most don't question beyond that]
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But Sherwood whispers those tantalizing words right in his ear, accompanied by the gentle scritch of nails against his scalp, and it sandblasts all rational thought out of his brain. He just knows he wants to fuck, he wants release, he wants vindication. He wants Sherwood inside him now. Besides, it's not like it hurts or anything, so. It'll probably be fine. It's totally not just that horny impatience has him unable to think the matter over properly. ]
Y-yeah. [ His forehead presses against Sherwood's shoulder as Fuuta looks down between them, at the stiff heft of Sherwood's cock. It ... looks big. But that's just nerves speaking, right? He can totally take it. ] I'm ready.
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His hand at the back of Fuuta's hair trails down, down the back of his neck, his spine, reaching to cup his ass and adjust him once more by the hips. His other hand smooths fingers out of his hole, shifting his own cock from being forward at Fuuta's front to fitting between his legs. Fuuta's only very briefly left empty, Sherwood's dick soon pressing to his stretched entrance. There's enough lubricant to push the head in without too hot a sting, though it is a very tight fit. As he likes it, or he'd have taken more time...]
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