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

[minitrue]

( Sunday's shorts barely slide past his hips when Gallagher takes hold of his chin and kisses him. Unclear is the reasoning behind this. A reward for doing as he asked, or just another way of keeping Sunday on his toes? Who does Gallagher think he is, seizing Sunday in this way? The sibilance of tch just passes Sunday's lips when his mouth is covered by Gallagher's warm, smiling affection, unshaven chin and cheeks bristling in the places where their skin touch.

Willing away his desire is the opposite of what Gallagher wants from him. Sunday should be hard and needy in a way unbefitting of Penacony's leader. He should want Gallagher in a way he's never wanted anyone before. This dirty dog isn't good for much, but untold Amber Eras worth of kissing, sucking, fucking, and otherwise unwisely mitigating his way through his problems have taught Gallagher where most people like to be touched. Everyone's different, naturally, but some places are universal.

—the erogenous zone of someone's waist, down to their thighs, for one. Without the trunks, Gallagher's got free rein to glide his fingers and rake his nails down the newly exposed space. Deliberately avoiding Sunday's cock, he takes pleasure in just... feeling a place he's certain no one's ever felt before, staking claim to a mouth no one's owned before him. )

Not bad, Mister Wings...

( All first kisses are, by their nature, a little bad, but Gallagher's not going to burst his bubble so soon. He pulls away from him, but only to sit on his bungalow bed and offer Sunday a chance to rid himself of the clinging clothing. Mister Wing is welcome to take a seat atop him. )

Your turn.

[befehl]

( The searing flesh on his neck doesn't get a chance to recover. The sensation of desire throbs sinfully in his veins when Gallagher's mouth steals the breath from him. The gravity of their paths would never allow this to happen. One of them finds its fate deep in hell, and the other far up with the royals of Penacony, leading a choir to absolution.

Yet he has never felt a presence as warm as Gallagher's right now. This is further proof that here, he is real. His hand can reach out to him and cradle his jawline firmly in their kiss. Sharing the same air until there is nothing else to give. Sunday even ends up on his toes just so he can properly meet him, awkwardly, feeling every prick of his hair and breathing him in.

For death is the only path they will ever share. After this, who knows.

Sunday's lips are left with a clear sheen of saliva, reddened slightly. )

Save your insincere praise, you Hound.

( He gets it, he's not some sex god. Every pressure point, every inch of skin is prone to swarm with hotness as soon as it's touched. Sunday glances towards the locked door, paranoid, feeling exposed and seen through. His mouth feels defiled, fulfilled and starved.

The little strip show consists of Sunday stepping out of the trunks glaring at him, his stupid, beautiful face. His eyes are the same as always, unique in their own way despite them being stolen. The light above shines well against the energy on his halo, over every curve of light muscle. The trail of hair on his abdomen is less prominent than Gallagher's, silver, and darker as it reaches over his swelled cock. He keeps himself groomed but not clean shaven.

And he doesn't sit on him, but he does walk between his generously spread legs, taking a hold of his wrist tightly to guide him directly where he wants, up between his thighs. It takes everything not to make a sound. )

Don't think you can slack here just like you did in Penacony. So have me.

( Besides, he's the more experienced one. Show him how it's done, Gallagher. Put the former Family Head in a scandalizing position. )

[minitrue]

( Once Gallagher finds a way to restore his new Master to his former glory, there's no telling where things will lie between them. As it stands, this Hell is a respite, an unseen space between worlds where anything goes. It's never been Gallagher's vision of Hell previously. He'd imagined this place as a finale, a stopping point. Hell, to him, should be the end of everything.

Instead, he's finding it to be a new beginning.

Strange, isn't it? Only in death have they begun to live. )

Huh...

( Sunday's impatience guides him forward, but he doesn't take the lead. As expected, Gallagher finds Sunday's cock to be as beautiful as everything else about him. He holds him, feels him, gives into the temptation to briefly run his tongue along the now-exposed head. The taste is smooth and soft — a cock like champagne [? no, wrong adjunct flavoring, try again]. Everything about him is nothing short of elegant, an adjective that Gallagher can't imagine using for anyone else's body.

On Sunday, it just works. )

I get the feeling you don't know what you're asking for. ( He pulls away, looking up at Sunday with a hazy, self-assured gaze. ) It isn't clean.

( As if to exemplify the slovenly, licentious act being proposed, Gallagher takes a moment to drag two fingers onto his waiting tongue, coating them casually. There's real lube about, plenty of it, but Gallagher is only offering a tease in place of the real thing as presses them against Sunday's ass. It's not enough to push inside, but something to get Sunday an idea of what's to come, palpitative, urgent, but deliberately obfuscasive, resting on the gates of Heaven without taking the step needed to go inside.

Is if he'd lost it, Gallagher scrapes his teeth along Sunday's torso to get his attention, the dog. )

What do you know about this? Hm?

[befehl]

If you could pass on to the next world, forever forfeiting your memories and conscious to the sea of nothingness, would you take the chance?

( Sunday and his rhetorical questions what else is new, as if he doesn't already know the answers. Yet he speaks as if it is a prayer for each other, a promise to continue their existence as long as they're allowed to. If Gallagher won't let Sunday rot away as stone, then Sunday won't let him erode, either. Physically or spiritually. )

You're not some dumb dog, you know by now what this Hell is about. So yes, I know what I'm asking, why do you think...

( And that's where his voice gives, broken between politeness and a sudden rush of actual stars fogging his vision. He swallows his words, tensing for him and growing beautifully hard for his that lying tongue. Even his knees feel weak so he's having to clutch onto his soft hair - and this is just a tame little flick over his cockhead. Another part of him Gallagher can claim forever as his first.

Pleasure has always been a complicated, far away illusion. Masturbating is alright, but doing this with Gallagher is like getting pierced through his chest. Having Gallagher explore him, his balls and taint until those sleek fingers find their way over his shut hole scatters his morals. His gaze has never been so divine on him, gazing past those red eyes and allowing himself to lust freely for Gallagher. Sunday's hips roll carefully over the feeling of his fingers. He lifts one knee over the edge of the bed trying to give him more space and arching involuntarily. )

In theory, I know enough.

( In practice? Nothing. )

[minitrue]

Depends on who's there with me.

( It's only because they're dwelling beneath the shadow of Hell, far from the bonds of loyalty and, presumably, far from the watchful eyes of their masters, that they're able to engage with each other beyond charged quips and icy-hot stares. Prior to the reveal of the Watchmaker's origin, Gallagher kept himself at a calculated distance — close enough to call, but too far to touch. How a man like Sunday — brilliant, observant Sunday — could topple a legacy, and how close he came to doing just that...

But Gallagher likes when he waxes poetic. He wants to kiss that rambling mouth.

Instead, with the new leverage offered by Sunday's proffered leg, Gallagher takes his chance and tosses Sunday to the bed. He's off-balance and easy to grab. His waist was crafted to be held, hips sculpted to be gripped. It's a lyrical one-two-pull to bring Sunday down, face-down against the mattress. It's not how he plans on taking him — as if he'd deprive himself the sight of Sunday's ecstasy. But lying atop Sunday, cock nestled against his ass, gives him access to a different part of him. )

Mr. Wings...

( He says it sweetly, low and melodic, just before burying his face in the place behind Sunday's ear, the origin point of his wing, and kissing greedily. He smothers himself in it, licking and biting, mouthing the soft-warm area untouched by anyone but him. Do his feathers get a special conditioner? Does Sunday brush his wings before leaving his home? Gallagher tastes divinity on each of his feathers and throbs for it.

His experience with Halovians isn't so limited that he believes their halos to be corporeal, but his desire is strong enough to allow him to lose sight of that fact. He reaches for it, something to grab and pull and deepen his teeth's reach through Sunday's feathers, but his fingers pass through. He holds fast to Sunday's hair and pulls that instead. )

Heh... Was dying worth it?

[befehl]

( Gallagher likes them stubborn, doesn’t he? And what is more stubborn than a man’s faith burning brightly even after death? Maybe Mikhail’s tongue also weaved dreams into the hound’s mouth, giving him purpose in exchange for loyalty. Funny how they both served masters and their dreams but failed to acknowledge their own desires. Sunday’s gaze can penetrate as sheer ice, but even ice is capable of burns.

Between raindrops there’s empty spaces that makes them fall as rain. Between stars there’s darkness that makes the shape of the night sky. A city wouldn’t be a city without alleys, holes, or cracks in cement. So for all that it’s worth, between each of Gallagher’s scars there’s space left for Sunday to leave his mark— to add to his reality as the most perfect lie.

So he latches his blunt nails into his biceps as he’s thrown over with a soft grunt. Streaks are left behind when he’s turned and he’s greeted by a concentration of his scent on that mattress. This is indeed his bed. The punch of old nicotine and sweet drinks stir the masculine tones and flesh. He’s hard against the raw bedsheets thinking about him and the cock lodged between his pristine piece of ass. He’s warm and smooth, and without guidance Sunday can’t help but grind back towards him and his weight. He barely budges against Gallagher’s entire mass pinning him, but he doesn’t hate it. It has to be Gallagher— who else could he trust in this resort of the wicked?

Besides, the contours of his muscles and imperfections leave searing impressions on him and he can't get enough.
Is he nervous? Yes he is. The first time should be special, after all. )

! ! !

( He can feel the vibrations of his voice skirting around the fragility of his wing long before he feels his teeth on it. The sharpness of the nerves there are like fire shooting down his spine, choking any sense of his words as he sucks in a rough gasp. He tries turning towards him, spreading his wing further on full display for him to keep taking and taking. Sunday grits his teeth to keep himself from making any embarrassing sounds - what if others hear them? )

Yes... Every step of the way was worth it.

Even now.

That will never. Change.

( He doesn't brush his feathers - you can't brush feathers, dog. He grooms them and rinses every feather into perfection. Whatever this scent is is probably Sunday's own and remnants of whatever product he last used before his demise. The brutality between his ear and wing is a blissful escape from his polite facade, but Sunday is Sunday. And Sunday isn't shy to tell Gallagher what he wants. When his halo gets breached through by his hand, the energy convulses and he withers underneath him, leaving a moan to seep into sheets and his ass to thrust back trying to rub himself against his cock. This is purposefully done, albeit erratic and out of sync.

He turns enough to shoot a glare at him. )

You're heavy. I can't move like this, you Hound.