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

C! because clearly they have unfinished business ;)

[philancer]

[ There's a massive desk. On the beach.

Sylvain is eyeing it a bit dubiously even before Rufus speaks and then he gives a quiet snort of laughter as he glances from the very out-of-place piece of furniture and the man perched atop it. ]

I suppose so? Why do I get the feeling that your opinion of your father is complicated enough that offering to set the thing on fire probably isn't gonna cut it?

[ Or maybe that's his own daddy issues talking. ]

opens my arms hello again

[unionized]

["Desk on the Beach" sounds like a really bad homebrew variation of another popular drink, possibly the kind that gets you so sloshed you end up facedown in the nearest horizontal surface. Or that makes even going to work on a Monday morning sound appealing.

Regardless, the mention of his father makes him smile a little, the emotions interwoven through that particular remark blunted by the effects of the dream and of his suit being in full force both. Maybe another time he might've bristled; now, the assessment is just amusing because it's hardly wrong.]

Mm. Clever you.

[Nothing but daddy issues the whole way around, here.]

He'd hate seeing it go up in ashes. But he'd hate a lot of things we might do to it, in general.

flings myself at you happily!

[philancer]

[ he's pretty sure there's no drink in existence that makes going to work on a Monday morning appealing. Not that he's ever held a job for a day in his life, but that's beside the point. Mondays are hell, in any universe.

Also that tone, combined with that smirk, should probably be illegal. Just saying.

Sylvain's lips curve faintly as well, because he's always in for a little familial revenge. Healthy coping methods, who needs those? ]

Oh? Have something better in mind, do you?

team daddy issues let's goooooooooo

[unionized]

Well, that depends.

[It's hard to tell with Rufus sometimes where banter ends and flirting begins — at least, it is under normal circumstances. It turns out it's not difficult at all when he's got the benefits of a fully activated hearts suit influencing him, tilting his remarks in a direction that blunts some of their edge, that fills in an odd sort of warmth that likely wouldn't have been there otherwise.]

Depends on how you compare to a bonfire, that is. Are you as hot as one? Do you smolder like one?

[He looks Sylvain up and down, so deliberately there's absolutely no mistaking the purpose of it.]

[philancer]

[ Yeah, that look is hard to misinterpret. Sylvain just lets him, completely comfortable with the perusal, standing there in swim trunks and nothing else. Okay, so he might be smirking a bit, as well, but it's typically a good look on him.

Bemused, he finally wanders closer, propping his hands to either side of of Rufus's hips on the edge of the desk and leaning into his space. ]

I can probably manage a smolder, at the very least. Or more, if we get creative. [ he lifts one hand and snaps his fingers softly, reaching for his innate magic and summoning a flicker of flame to dance across his fingertips before vanishing again. ] I do have an affinity for that, after all.

[unionized]

[Well, it's not as though seeing a whole lot of open chest on a mouthy redhead is an unusual state of affairs for Rufus. Maybe he's biased, but people fitting that description do tend to be some of his favorite company — and Sylvain is shaping up to be no exception.

The boldness of the initiative he takes makes Rufus grin, undaunted in the slightest by having his personal space invaded; quite the contrary, it's fun when someone is actually brave enough to push boundaries like that, absent all the distancing and kowtowing that usually comes from the people who work for him.]

I'll bet you've got an affinity for a lot of things.

[That's a nice trick, though, with his magic. It almost makes Rufus wish he had a cigarette, just to see it again by demanding a light.]

Show me something else you're good at.

[philancer]

[ Does making Tseng orgasm in under two minutes count? He really feels it should.

But for the moment, he just smirks, and lets a hand slide in so he can trail fingers up Rufus' thigh, over his hip, and then across the planes of his stomach. ]

I might be. I guess that depends on which of my skillsets you're interested in. There are so very many options that could involve desecrating this desk, after all.

[unionized]

[Like the Guinness Book of World Records, it only counts if it's observed. Maybe he should do it again. And soon. And with a spectator close at attention.

The most overt mark that Rufus is under the influence of something that's fucking him up to an atypical state of arousal is the fact that he lets Sylvain touch him like it's the most natural thing in the world — no angling, no deflecting, no catching his fingers to stop them in their tracks. Why should he, when what he wants is precisely this: to be coveted and admired and appreciated, and also ideally a handful of orgasms for good measure.]

All right, then. Cost-benefit analysis. Of the options, which one is your favorite?

[It's his turn to reach out, now, but his fingers play a little harder-to-get; he goes for Sylvain's hair, weaving a stray lock of it around and through his fingers like a very subtle makeshift leash.]

[philancer]

[ He's sure that could be arranged.

His head tips back slightly into that hold and if he could purr right now he would be. As it is, his eyes darken a shade, because he always has a weakness for people playing with his hair. Or manhandling him with it. Now is certainly no exception. ]

Cost... what? [ Sorry, Rufus, he doesn't speak corporate. ] I really feel like someone should be bent over this very pretty desk and fucked senseless. But I'm having a harder time guessing if you'd prefer to be the top or the bottom in that scenario. [ Although that hold in his hair makes him lean towards the former. ] I happen to be very... flexible, so either sounds fun to me.

[ Although he wonders how much room is under the desk. The number of daydreams he used to have about the Professor while bored in class, and the things he could get up to while under there... that was also pretty appealing. ]

[unionized]

[Poor Sylvain, so eager to play sexy secretary but unfortunately in this economy you still need a master's degree in business economics even for that.]

And what would your father say about that?

[Fair's fair, since that does seem to be the going topic of discussion in this dream: things a pair of sons might do that their fathers would hate. He tugs a little harder on Sylvain's hair, almost testing, like he's curious to see if he'll resist or follow it, and whether his interest in it will reflect in his eyes again.

There's one thing missing from this office scenario, Rufus thinks idly. His office isn't quite complete without a pet at the side of his chair — or in front of it.]

You look like you like being put in your place. Did he know that about you?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain immediately makes a face at the mention of his father, because that’s about the last person he wants to be thinking about right now. No, wait, Miklan wins that award, but Matthias is a close second.

Still, he lets his head be tugged back, not resisting Rufus’ grip. Relishing it, in fact, his breath giving a quiet hitch at the delicious sting of the hold. ]

I would say, where do you think I learned that, but no, he would continue to be deeply disappointed in my continued failure to live up to his expectations.

[ So still yes. ]

[unionized]

[Aha. Now there's an avenue worth pursuing — and one that just cemented his personal opinion about the way they're going to end up, appreciative of the reaction he's able to get from the act of hair-pulling which he himself is fairly invested in, too.]

Well, then. Why don't we give you some to meet and exceed?

[He smirks, eyes stormy and dark, and this time when he pulls on Sylvain's hair, it's to drag him into a firm, forceful kiss.]

You never asked what my affinity is. But I'll bet you can guess.

[philancer]

[ The groan that slips free of his lips ends up getting muffled into the kiss, but he's also quick to return it, lips crashing against the other man's as he kisses him with just as much energetic anticipation. Leaning further into the man's personal space.

Although that question gets a chuckle from him, even as he nips sharply at Rufus' lower lip. A challenge, maybe, or just a dare. ]

Mmmm. Is it being exceedingly bossy? Just guessing...

[unionized]

Mmm. Well, I am the boss.

[The flash of pain makes him hiss, and not at all in a bad way; sometimes a little misbehavior is the spice of life. It certainly keeps things interesting, when he's always been one to relish a challenge.]

So if you want my favor, you'd better be ready to work for it.

[He pulls on Sylvain again, knees parting to make room for him to crowd in close between them, and drags his free hand down his chest that comes into reach when he does it, nails biting thin red lines into the skin beneath them.]

[philancer]

[ At least beachwear is making this encounters oh-so-convenient.

He shifts in between Rufus’ legs, leaning into him as his hands slide up the man’s thighs and rest his weight there, held in place by that grip in his hair. He shivers at the scrape of nails on his skin as they leave marks behind in his flesh, a husky groan slipping free at the sharpness of the caress. ]

I do enjoy a challenge. I don’t mind a little hard work, when the reward at the end makes it worth it…

[unionized]

Mmmm. Good boy.

[The praise drips from his lips in almost the same tone and cadence as he'd called Sylvain clever before, experimental once again; by now he's pretty sure he's got a read on what this dream redhead likes and will let him get away with, and so he might as well take his shot at putting stakes right down into it.

It feels good, being more brazen than he usually allows himself. It's a freedom he can't help but relish, the feeling of someone else's hands drifting over his skin and thick noises pressed against his mouth where he can swallow them. It feels good to act out, but more importantly, it feels good to be the center of someone else's world in a way that gets him touched for it, and not just propped up on a pedestal so sky-high he couldn't hope to see the ground around him.]

I'll bet you're pretty on your knees.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain lets people get away with a lot - perhaps too much, at times - but other than a scant few very hard limits, he's typically up for experimenting with just about anything that sounds like a fun time. Which this definitely qualifies.

At the words of praise, his grin grows a little wider, even if there might be a tell-tale flush creeping up the back of his neck at the praise. Pressing in flush against Rufus' front - as close as he can get with how he's perched on the edge of the desk - he playfully rocks his hips in, grinding against him. If only to enjoy the delicious friction of it, teasing them both in the process.

The assumption gets a chuckle from him as he pulls back from the kiss to give him a playful smirk. ]

Please. I'm always pretty.

[unionized]

[His eyes close halfway, unwilling to take his eyes off Sylvain altogether but affected enough that he can't quite keep them completely open. His fingers slide to the nape of Sylvain's neck before grasping for purchase again there, taking advantage of the way he moves closer to get a more intimate hold on him like it's compensation for the fact that his perch on the desk doesn't give him a whole lot of leverage to move back in return.]

Well. I won't dispute that.

[The praise, heavy-handed and rich, had made him smile, made him blush. Well, who wouldn't bask in attention and recognition, really? All the more reason to lean into it; he's delightfully responsive to it, all told.]

But the real question is, can you take a hint, or do I need to spell it out for you?

[philancer]

[ Someone stumbling across a praise kink he doesn't even realize he has wasn't something he anticipated happening today, but he's also very distracted by those fingers gripping the nape of his neck. And the half-lidded look of pleasure on the man's face. Which he's pretty smug about having put there, in fact.

But that challenge gets a short bark of laughter from him, impish mischief bright in amber eyes. ]

Mmm. Maybe I just wanted you to make me.

[ He can absolutely take a hint. Whether he listens to it, however... ]

[unionized]

Discipline it is.

[So he says, as the hand not in Sylvain's hair slides to rest atop one of his shoulders, just in time for him to hook his heel around the back of Sylvain's knee. It's a smooth move, one that speaks of someone with at least some manner of training in how bodies work and how to move them where you want them regardless of their owner's participation. It's a little kinder than outright kicking his knees out, but all the force is there even if the aim to incapacitate isn't.

With one knee compromised, he gives Sylvain's shoulder a downward shove, expecting that his remaining supporting leg will take the hint and he'll drop on his own.]

You want to get fucked on this desk? You'll have to earn it first.

[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. ]

[unionized]

If that's what you thought, you wouldn't have told me to make you.

[It's not a particularly subtle position, the one they find themselves in. Sylvain on his knees, Rufus with his legs spread to accommodate him, one hand still twined through his hair. He's one sharp tug and a little rearranged fabric away from having a cock in his mouth, however unceremoniously.]

Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Maybe you'll get a treat.

[philancer]

[ Fair enough.

But at the order, he gives Rufus a smirk. He does so, lips parting, but instead of waiting patiently, he leans forward to suck at Rufus' length through his swim trunks, finding the shape of him beneath the fabric. His tongue traces up the underside, knowing the heat will pass through even if the wetness will not. ]

[unionized]

[Or maybe he'll seize the chance to take on the innuendo of his own volition — it's not altogether unexpected, but it is a little surprising, enough so that Rufus's eyelids go heavy and his lips part a fraction as he abruptly becomes preoccupied with the suggestion of heat and pressure.

It's a tease, of course, but it's also one that frays some of the control he's been holding over himself, swelling up with a rush of want as all of a sudden what little contact he's got isn't nearly enough.]

That's right —

[He sounds a little less composed than he did a moment ago. Not surprising, but certainly complimentary.]

Don't tease. Or you might not get your reward at all.

[That's unlikely, at this point, but still. The quality of his threats is certainly blunted by the distraction of pleasure pooling between his legs.]

[philancer]

[ He's pretty sure this is the reward, and you don't look all that inclined to deny him right now.

Which is why he just smirks and keeps teasing, sucking on him through the fabric, tracing along the outline of him beneath his trunks, even as his hands grip the man's hips. Only when he's got Rufus fully hard does he slide the waist of his shorts down, letting them drop down to his ankles and out of his way.

And he's just as quick to close the distance once more, his tongue exploring heated flesh instead as he licks a wet stripe up the underside of his erection, stopping only to swirl his tongue around the tip. ]