TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ 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.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[ratratrat]

[Fussy is a cute quality, and perhaps one Charlie will explore later. He takes note of the way Sherwood looks at his hand, tongue flicking over his bottom teeth.]

I thought you were the one buildin ladders! [Faux outrage, Charlie chuckles to himself before brushing his thumb against the other man's. A quick test of ongoing physicality.]

I like... uh... people with passion. And the temper to back it up.

Otherwise- [His eyes flick upwards - a brief, thoughtful gesture before they lock with his companion's once more.] I like 'em funny.

[ratratrat]

[Charlie wouldn't be much of a salesman if he couldn't recognize when a pitch didn't land. His hand drops from her shoulder, waving dismissively before his fingers flick the lid of the sunscreen bottle shut.

They can discuss the difference between water and someone's touch after she's tried the bath.]

That's fair, we never finished our discussion.

[He straightens, pulling his robe closed the way a man would a suit jacket.] You offered me... heavy artillery or petsitting. Not bad options, but I'm struggling to figure out a time or place for either of them.

But! [Charlie's head tilts to the side, enunciating with gesture.]

That's for me to figure out. Are either of those options okay with you? As in, I can choose and let you know when I need you?

[wray]

... We won't go all the way. I've got you.

[ Once permission has been granted, Six locks lips with Sunday once more, kissing him hungrily this time around. He rolls their hips together just as the other man does, creating friction for them both because he knows how good it feels. When he's satisfied, that's when he starts tugging down Sunday's trunks to free his cock.

His fingers wrap around it, tentative and careful, stroking it nice and slow. The hard outline of his own length is obvious underneath fabric too, but he wants to coax Sunday to full arousal first before handling himself. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Fussy and a bit of a prude! He's an odd one, this Sherwood.]

Why, you can't build a ladder without a foundation to rest it upon. [he laughs lightly, bouncing his thumb playfully back against Charlies. The easing in to physical touch is usually his move, so he has the all together fun realization of the same card being pulled on him]

I see, I see. Motivation and humor are similar qualities when you think about it. They have the same flaw when forced. [He lifts his drink to sip it, giving some nice breathing room between set up and punchline,]

Nobody likes a try-hard.

[philancer]

[ Okay, that wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting, but he goes down on his knees without resisting the push - even if it is accompanied with a quiet, surprised yelp. Eyes wide, he blinks up at the man now towering over him before giving into a quiet string of snickers. ]

Bossy indeed. And here I thought I was doing you a favor.

[ That glint of challenge in his gaze hasn't dimmed a bit either. ]

[philancer]

It’s not my fault you have an irresistible ass.

[ Sylvain is grinning down at him cheekily as he keeps Eiden’s wrists pinned above his head, but he presses his knee in between Eiden’s thighs to help keep his balance.

And also press teasingly against the other man’s arousal. And that wet spot he can see darkening Eiden’s swim trunks. ]

I’d feel you up again - or more than that, even, if I thought you wouldn’t immediately get all handsy again. Hmm. Guess I’m going to have to improvise.

[ At least the way the rope hammock is formed, he can tangle Eiden’s hands in it with a little ingenuity, even if it’s not the most secure of bindings. He doesn’t need it to absolute, though, just keep Eiden’s hands tangled and caught out of the way long enough for him to get them going.

Granted, he doesn’t think Eiden’s going to need a lot of help with that… ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The resort will be better for it if both their bratty sides never come out at the same time to wreck havoc. Or maybe it would be more fun — who knows? 

Joint brattiness aside, the last thing she wants is to have another cute girl walk around bare foot when she didn’t want to. It’s a small act of kindness but one that manages to surprise her. It might have to do with being away from home and everything that comes with that, but even if that is making her more sensitive to kindness, that doesn’t make it any less sincere. ] 

I better make sure that I find those other pair of sandals quickly then. 

[ As for the pretty compliment — ]

We’ll see if you still think that after I’ve been here a few days without all my skin care. 

[ Amusement glints in her eyes at the request. ]

Don’t tell me you’re shy over a little cheek kiss!

[ But a moment later her eyes flutter closed. …She’ll definitely be peeking when Weiss kisses her though. ]

[malpwactice]

[While the salve wouldn't be wholly positive, he would definitely find some way to make it a bit surprising, it does distract his attention. In a place like this, where the only objective was a long-off 52 cards, he missed the joy of mixing. And, well, the opportunity. He would always say he makes things for his own enjoyment but any young professional gets a thrill from their work being requested.]

[Aak rests his arms on the other's shoulders, lacing his fingers behind the other's neck]

Depends on the application, [he responds, a bit dismissive of the "help"]

[Either way, it's bite time. Aak figures, if this is for the scavenger hunt, he shouldn't hold back. He'll provide something nice with evidence so no one can claim he shorted the guy. He bites down for the initial chomp. Those pointed canines don't break more than the topmost layers of skin. After that first bite, though, there's the brush of a rough tongue against the skin in-between the marks.]

[malpwactice]

[It's a shame Aak only has a popular view of the Siracusan mafia so he can't realize exactly how Italian Charlie is. Even though the cities in his world were different there were underlying similarity that made things comfortable. Instead, he gets overlaid on the different but still shitty Lungmen Triad.]

What doesn't! [Charlie's act of playing dumb has Aak leaning even more into his salesman voice.]

Even in a resort there can be aches and discomfort. Pain relief is one of the basics. If a person is tossing and turning then there's sleep aids. Or, perhaps energy and wakefulness will serve them better! And, well, I haven't been playing with them as much, back home I worked on quite a few stimulants for physical strength and stamina...

I could probably even swing something to clear up someone's skin! Might put color on your face, dude- I mean, Sir.

[relentlessbeauty]

[Maybe it's that shark-toothed grin or the light tone with which Boothill asks his questions, but Vil gives a smirk in return as he watches him leave.]

Vil. Vil Schoenheit. I'll take this over meeting through forced speed dating.

[It was a surprisingly enjoyable encounter, once he got over the mild embarrassment.]

See you around, Boothill.

[befehl]

( He sucks in gasps between every ardent kiss, seeking out every hot roll of their hips to feel Six’s cock against him. He keeps a fist right through his bushy hair, hoping to steer or control him down the line if he needs to.

He mirrors the way his tongue gives him the attention, kissing him and sucking in his bottom lip before momentarily halting. The rush of cold greeting his erection and Six’s hot hand easily makes him swell harder for him. It’s entirely different leaving his pleasure in the hands of another. The exhilaration makes him prop himself up on his elbows, inching against the pillow for some leverage. Is it dirty that he wants to peek at him, too? )

That feels good…

[silversunshine]

[Safety. Oh thank god for safety to fall apart in private. His mind is too far gone to worry about Gladio’s presence, if anything it helps add to the feeling of safe that allows Prompto to just give in to the feelings he’s been fighting off since shortly after eating those skewers.

All thoughts of his stretch marks decorating his body, marks old and new on display, leave with his shame. Instead he moans in relief after shoving his trunks down, tucking the fabric below his balls to free his erection to the warm air. In the back of his mind he hears Gladio’s voice but it isn’t fully registering as he licks his palm and grips his length, fingers moving along flesh in search of blessed relief.]

Hm?

[Oh. Gladio. He finally remembers his audience and licks his lips, his eyes meeting his friend’s as his lips tilt in a teasing smile. Damn the guy is eye candy and he has no problem ogling him, using the sight of those muscles to aid in getting off. Fuck shame.]

Hey, watch all you like buddy but-

[His back arches as his fingers slide over the tip of his cock. Fuck that’s good but it’s nowhere near enough.]

Feel free to lend a hand if you’re up to it. This is..

[Maddening. Fucking amazing but hella frustrating. He’s lost to words for the moment as he twists his wrist and he bites down hard on his bottom lip.]

[massochism]

[unlucky for Olivine, the drink is delicious, further sips taken in even measure to slowly savour. it'll be a moment before the loneliness hits any level that is... well, beyond his normal, but if he notices Kleken's quiet interest, he doesn't indicate it in any way.]

The God of Klein teaches us to be frugal and giving, and we have been endlessly lucky that the people care so deeply for us. It's...

[his expression shifts a little, warm comfort giving way to the familiar twitch of loneliness. it's only been six months, he reminds himself, and he'll get back. that should be enough.

it really should.]

... I miss it, I have to admit. The smiles of the townspeople, the ability to ease their burdens.

[massochism]

[Olivine wonders for the millionth time what he did to deserve all this. To have Eiden treat him so kindly, help him through his misgivings and uncertainties all while taking care of both of their needs. Even if here, as hands slide over thighs and his position shifts slightly, he feels like there ought to be something more he can do.

They don't have a time limit, though. He reminds himself of it as fingers draw his cute little bathing suit out of the way and let his cock spring free.]

... okay. I'll hold on tight, too.

[legs lift enough to allow Eiden to ease his swimwear off, and his thighs press in lightly as lips meet the head of his cock, gathering up the bead of fluid there.]

Eiden... [His smile is soft, a little shy, as he runs fingers through the brunet's hair.] It's been so long... I don't think I'll last very long the first round.

[silicone]

You say that like my getting handsy is a bad thing...

[ he wants to be handsy, to cling, to touch, to grope - so when he's pushed back again and his wrists are knotted up within the rope the hammock is made of, it works perfectly, because eiden can't quite think straight already, squirming a bit against the bindings with a fuss but finding no exit.

he swears he can feel the humiliating sensation of the warm breeze coasting along where he's already wet with slick, body prickling for attention. ]

Sylvain...

[ not disappointed, rather, he flushes a little bit. this place really never disappoints, especially in seeming to reunite him with all of the right people. maybe it's less-than-ideal to be absolutely hopped up (haha) on whatever the resort has put into their food. sylvain's smile is warm, and doesn't help with the heat from the beach already, suffused into his skin or the way the gentle sway of the hammock has him feeling that much more eager to spread himself open.

the knee between his legs earns a soft buck against it, wanting, hungry. ]

[snakelace]

[ Surely Eiden won’t be at all alarmed if Baizhu uses some of his magic to make the nearby palm fronds a little larger, letting them crisscross together to provide them with some modicum of privacy as those sumptuous floral displays seem to grow a little brighter, even though he’s aware the latter’s bound to release some rather intoxicating scents into their cozy little hideaway.

Just a little something to set the mood, because… ]

You seem quite experienced in these matters.

[ Does he mean sex, or just the general state of things? Who knows? Baizhu settles himself upon one of the silk-laden benches lining one side, leaning forward to pour them both a glass of that sparkling concoction.

It smells fruity. ]

[silicone]

Enough to know this place likes to make things hard. It's not my first rodeo.

[ with a smile that means "in every sense of the word." he does watch as the plants seems to stretch and grow, a little surprise in his eyes as he joins him. the flowers are... no doubt partially to blame for his own ease of simply suggesting it.

that and he knows there isn't much privacy—even rooms are four to a person, so really. ]

I'm Eiden, by the way.

[silicone]

Don't think you have to last too long the first round. I think you just have to let it happen.

We have time.

[ he leans into his hands happily, a soft hum leaving his throat as he envelops his cock with his mouth, sucking the crown of him with a deeply satisfied look upon his face. his tongue strokes the underside as he draws him further in, hollowing his cheeks.

sometimes you just really like using your mouth.

eiden just leans into it all the way, nuzzling into olivine's thighs and letting his throat open slowly on his way down the shaft. when he hums again, its deeper, a sigh through his nose as he situates.

and then swallows further, before beginning to bob his head steadily. ]

[snakelace]

And I’m Baizhu, a doctor. It’s a pleasure.

[ Offering Eiden a glass as he takes a sip of his own—oh, he knows it’s laced with something, and he doesn’t particularly care. He’s already interested, anyway. ]

But you’re right in that we have no need of making things more difficult here, though I’ll have you know I enjoy starting things off with a kiss.

[molotovmoustache]

[The ever-curious eye never catches a glimpse of fang.

Baptiste didn’t need to.

His heart thrums in anticipation as a hand slides over his thigh. It is a physical kiss of intimacy before Charlie’s too-cold grip snaps him into place.

A spring trap.

A hold perfected to pin a struggling victim. Baptiste’s body becomes tension itself. So much so, that the man very nearly forgets to breathe. Instead he is too focused on preparing himself for what comes next. For however Charlie’s body clamped down upon him - it was not this hold that was the most troubling to break from.

Fangs slip into his flesh, and yet any pain that bite should bring is swallowed instead by pleasure. The toxin of the vampire bite. As the poison is released into his bloodstream, so is a building, cold ecstasy. One of Baptiste’s hands grasp at the wrist anchored to his thigh, as if feeling that dead, cold flesh could help his mind stay sharp. Baptiste’s head lulls. A pleasured groan escapes his lips.
For the passerby, it is a convincing display of intimacy amongst the many the resort frequently stokes amongst its guests.

Another act of smoke and mirrors to obscure the reality.

His gaze swims in a torrent of pleasure as the tip of his tongue flicks over his bottom lip. Baptiste’s will struggles against the intoxicating pull of the kiss. The result is the damning reintroduction to two realities:

No amount of preparation dulled the infernal rapture promised by the vampire’s bite.

and

It was all too easy for anyone to be coaxed to the precipice of oblivion under those fangs.

Yet this time? Baptiste’s will prevails. It does not dampen the sweet diversion that manifests in his veins. Instead he only becomes hyper aware of the blood that is lost. He can feel the shift of his lifeblood with each suckle. Another groan exits his lips, clipped this time as Baptiste begins to reach for the lighter hidden on his person. His fingertips meet the polished silver trinket just as Charlie begins to pull away.

His movement for his weapon of choice is stifled. Baptiste watches Charlie lick his blood from his lips. He wants to bite that tongue. To greedily slurp his own blood back into his own body–

And so Charlie’s inebriated question is not answered through intelligible words. Instead, it is answered by Baptiste’s weight shifting as he collides into Charlie’s face. His nose hits Charlie’s cheekbone hard, yet the pain does not deter Baptiste. He captures Charlie’s tongue in his mouth, teeth grazing at the muscle to scrape some of his blood from it.

The tang of his own blood fills his mouth. It is a sloppy, intoxicated attempt at reclamation. Yet the drink in his system that drives his need for possession purrs in contentment. Baptiste’s body sways in protest at the sudden movement in the face of blood loss. A hand clumsily finds a perch at Charlie’s hip to steady himself.]

[macaronage]

[ Please. She's been ready, aching with want. Instead of responding verbally, though, Navia answers Sylvain's question by grasping him in hand and guiding him in, sinking down with a soft moan as he fills her up inch by inch, almost too big for her to take. There's a shuddering wash of relief but it's short-lived, still not enough to sate her.

Giving herself a moment to fully settle on his lap, she begins to roll her hips; her pace is easy at first, growing more intense as she strives to satisfy the nigh-insatiable urge that drives her. Sylvain is so handsome, and his big hands on her are so warm--all of it adds to the experience. ]

I'm so glad I found you. Feels nice.

[ Her lips find the corner of his mouth, trailing to his jaw and then his throat. She kisses and nips at the tender skin, draping her arms over his shoulders. ]

oh my gosh he's so cute bahahah

[molotovmoustache]

[When Ali abruptly stops, Baptiste is already in the midst of squeezing sun tan lotion into the palm of his hand. A quiet spurt fills the silence for a moment before Ali speaks.]

A complication?

[The way Baptiste parrots the phrase holds a surprising innocence. His brows arch. His lips press together in such a way that his mustache contributes to the illusion of a feline's curious countenance.]

Are you shy about your ass?

[molotovmoustache]

[The connection of a gentle, guiding touch to his shoulder forces Baptiste to pause from his yapping. His head swivels, tilting in curiosity at a gesture that so purposefully seemed to hold him in high esteem.

As if he were vulnerable? As if the other man had begun to tread with care? His question of the hovering hand and the ghost of a touch that followed is answered quickly as Concord speaks.

Even in a moment of his words being taken out of context, a glimpse at this man's integrity is enough to keep Baptiste smiling. The intensity in Baptiste's unnatural blue eyes softens. He reaches up to meet Concord's hovering hand before guiding it to truly rest on his shoulder. Warmth radiates from Baptiste's flesh - having been sunkissed from a day of working on this strange beach.]

I do not feel coerced by you, sir. [Baptiste chuckles, gaze falling to look at where his hand still covers Concord's. As a gesture of trust, he has yet to lift his hand - though Concord is by no means trapped if he attempts to pull away.] I've meant every word I've told you. That I want to give something to you. And that companionship with you sounded rather nice. [A thoughtful pause.] This place may be coercive, but that does not mean the people caught up in it are.

[virtuesignal]

[Once his touch is fully invited by Baptiste, it falls more firm and bracing. A gesture of comradery to Concord, thinking that cooperative spirit is one of the best qualities mortals have. Immortals are creations of isolation and individuality... which makes then strong on their own, yet very weak when it came to needing others. Concord had only lasted so long because he learned how to live amongst others, even if he never fully picked up on how to act properly human about it......

He can match the other man's smile,]

Well said. [he understands and will take Baptiste at his word.

Though, perhaps some actual introductions are in order... Concord offers his spare hand to shake, keeping the other in place if Baptiste does.]

I failed to introduce myself. Concord.

[blastedass]

[ooc: sorry for taking so long! holiday weekend and family coming over really axed me.]

You didn't see what I did to those fucking seagull bastards.

[Which are, of course, still alive and kicking, just blasted around a lot and tending to their smoking feathers. Bakugo glares out into the ocean, still glowing over everything that's happened. The heat burning within his body doesn't help.]

It's not a magic trick! It's my Quirk, dammit! [Don't equate his powerful superhuman ability with some petty sleight of hand! He narrows his eyes when Esikko mentions his problem, and counters his intent of retreating to his room.]

Haa? Why the hell wouldn't it work? It's what they want.

[Fingers tighten against his cheek when he feels the other boy look down at his lap. Shit, it's not like the boardshorts are doing a great job of hiding anything.]