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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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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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'Relax' is much easier said than done, especially once he feels that hot pressure slowly, slowly starting to sink into him. 'Relax,' he knows, so he does try, squeezing his eye shut and burying his face into Sherwood's shoulder.
It's a tremendous relief when the head finally does breach his entrance, and Fuuta lets out a gasp, hands yanking sharply into Sherwood's clothes. It doesn't hurt though, so -- he takes a deep breath before starting to slowly, slowly ease his weight down. Starting to take him in a little deeper. The intense pressure inside keeps him from going to fast, though, and Fuuta pauses before long to knead his hands into Sherwood's front while trying to adjust. ]
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When the young man has managed to take in the upper curve of his dick, Sherwood pulls him away from his shoulder, nudging Fuuta's forehead to see his face. Burning hot with embarrassment and lust, but very cute for it.]
A shame... to have you hiding like that. Look at me. Tell me how it feels. [so demanding, this old man, but he suspects any prompting to talk is going to fluster Fuuta in a further fun and desperate way,]
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It's almost admirable, then, how he still gasps, ]
S'easy ... [ Sitting back to let Sherwood look at him inadvertently has him taking in a little more of that tremendous length, and Fuuta shudders around it. Swallowing thickly and forcing himself to breathe slowly before he continues that pointless blustering, because it's the only thing he can think to do with how fast his pulse is racing in his ears. ] S'no problem at all? Don't go ... gettin' all cocky over nothing.
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Nothing worth dallying over, then. [-he shifts his hips as he anchors broad hands to Fuuta's hip and shoulder, pulling the smaller man to sink the remaining length of his cock in one, smooth glide. Sherwood holds Fuuta in place once he's fully sheathed inside him, taken to the hilt. A low, satisfied hum rumbles through him at the sensation, so much heat and tightness surrounding him, yet only Fuuta's relatively light weight resting upon his lap,]
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one moment, he feels Sherwood's hands clasp around his hips and shoulder, gripping firmly against him. Then the next, a sharp yelp escapes him as he's sat in the man's lap -- brain unable to fully comprehend what's going on. All he knows is that there's a stunning pressure crushing up through his guts, making his thoughts go blank. Fuuta finds himself breathing in short gasps, eye barely focused and hands shakingly fisted into Sherwood's clothes as he looks down at where they're connected.
Oh, god. He really did take the whole thing inside, his thighs resting against Sherwood's. And also -- his own cock's drooling a viscous string of pre-cum against the man's lower stomach, so hard it's twitching. ]
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He rolls his shoulders and leans back in, catching Fuuta's lips with his. Sherwood's hands fall over the lines of Fuuta's slim back, fitting in the curve of his lower back and clutching to his hips on each side. He suspects the young man's legs have gone rather limp and he could use some guidance moving.
Move he shall, only giving Fuuta a brief few moments to gather himself before lifting him upward from his cock, letting the thick length drag back out from that slick, tense hole. Sherwood might aim himself to drag along Fuuta's prostate on the exit, but he's so large that it probably is getting a consistent pressure without any special effort made to stimulate his best part. Judging from how much Fuuta's cock is twitching and leaking, Sherwood's selfishness is serving his own pleasure just fine.]
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Ah, wai -- [ His brain's struggling to process anything though, and he's a beaet slow to react when hands grip around his hips. Even his protest comes mumbly and quiet, barely comprehensible at all, and cutting off with a shivering moan when he's up onto his knees, legs shaking weakly. ] -- wait, wait just a ...
[ Actually, pausing like this is almost worse than the intense pressure of Sherwood pulling out; the curve of his cock and the shape of its head has an incredible pressure bearing right down on his prostate. The only thing scarier is the impending impact of when he's tugged back down. ]
... gimme a little more of your -- stuff. The magic? [ That's not an unreasonable thing to ask for, right? Fuuta tugs at Sherwood's clothes with both hands as he slurs out his demand. ] Just a little more'd be fine, right?
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I wouldn't like to overdo it, you might get addicted... [he smirks just, too deviously for anybody's good, thinking it a funny and easy thing to be cruel to this young man. Fuuta is just so much at his mercy, toying with him is an impulse Sherwood cannot resist,]
Besides, you're not bleeding all that much. [a terrible, little pause,]
I am kidding, hahaa.
[is he actually??]
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[ Of course that promptly has Fuuta squirming, trying to look back down to make sure he is't about to, like, die from bleeding. From sex. But he's hardly in the position to be moving around much -- his balance is already precarious, his legs numb, and tipping back even slightly makes him feel like he's about to topple back onto the floor.
Fuuta gives an alarmed squeak as he tugs closer to Sherwood once more, sinking back down on his knees and thus, inadvertently, taking a good half of Sherwood's cock inside once more. The heat pressing up into his guts is intense, and Fuuta's movements are clumsy and stiff as he paws a hand down Sherwood's stomach, blindly groping downward until he feels the root of his cock. For a few moments, Sherwood will get to enjoy(?) the double sensation of Fuuta's body squeezing around his upper half, trembling fingers rubbing against the lower half, before they pull away. Blood-free, thankfully. ]
D-don't ... mess with me like that. S'not funny.
[ He's too relieved to even be that mad. Fuuta just breathes a shaky sigh as his legs start to fold, having him sinking all the way back down once more. Every breath he takes has the heat of his body pulsing tight. ]
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It is most funny, you're adorable all flustered, [more teasing before his hands gain leverage to Fuuta's ass cheeks and pull him upward as Sherwood's hips drag away. He hardly needs to lower Fuuta's body back down onto him as he pushed upward, gravity does a fine job of that for him. He begins a slow pace of bouncing Fuuta in his lap, gliding up into him with such fullness, relishing the tight and tense sensation all around his cock,.
Just further cementing that arousal response of Fuuta's to being picked up,]
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But also -- it's borderline impossible to scrape his thoughts together into any semblance of coherency, let alone muster any proper anger. Not when Sherwood's hands braced against his ass, lifting him up and letting that delicious pressure scrape on his insides on the way out; Fuuta isn't even aware of the plaintive whine that escapes him, too distracted by the sensation of feeling so empty in comparison, and the heart-pounding anticipation of being filled back up. Even the slow pace that Sherwood sets is almost overwhelming from the sheer intensity of it, and Fuuta's voice wobbles when he finally does find words: ]
'm not ... a -- adorable.
[ That last word peters off into a breathy moan as Fuuta shudders hard. And while Sherwood might feel the damp of release pooling against his groin as Fuuta shakes in climax, he hardly seems aware of it himself; there's no real sense of relief, after all, while that pressure continues relentlessly gouging into him. Even the increased sensitivity on the tail of orgasm just feels like a natural part of what it must feel like to get fucked by something so huge, just something he's going to have to ride out since he's not some coward, enduring with rasping breaths as he continues slowly bouncing in Sherwood's lap. ]
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