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TDM 04



【 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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
▶ 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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
▶ 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.

OOC NOTES
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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anyway, the one thing that Olivine most certainly knows by now is that if he doesn't ask, he'll never know. so, hand resting over the chest of his mesh shirt, he approaches with his usual warm smile.]
Excuse me, might I ask for a little more information on what you're actually looking for, sir? Is it for one of the resort's games?
[he also probably does not know what busking actually is??? but he can guess based on the earlier display and all, amid his experience with street performers.]
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[The last licks of flame die down as Olivine approaches. The fire Baptiste had breathed life into fades, only to reveal in their absence the figure of a new bystander. Baptiste's intense blue eyes meet with this stranger's. A warm amusement is painted on his features as he straightens his posture before he offers an overexaggerated bow.
Boisterous motions to compliment his audacity, you see.]
My, my! Here it is, my job to entertain - and yet someone fair comes to offer me something I seek. [This is said in earnest amusement as he rises once again. He reaches up to poke his own, scarred chin with a finger as he muses before he snaps his fingers and quickly offers Olivine his other hand.]
[In this offered hand, Baptiste turns his wrist to reveal his watch - and the instructions that would confirm this was indeed a part of one of the resort's games. The HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT to be exact.]
I would guess I've been picked. Or perhaps coerced. Collect these things or face something called a fuck pillory. It has certainly been an interesting start to my day, to say the least!
[Baptiste offers a smile as his own gaze begins to take notes for his own, personal observations. That warm smile seemed to show no fangs or threat... though the man gets a little distracted when it comes to Olivine's physique. The mesh shirt was a very good choice, indeed.]
So, you've caught me in the throes of collection! Though why do you ask? Would it be that you'd want to help? [His tone shifts as he leans in closer as his teeth cuts his smile into something more mischievous.]
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[bright green meets intense blue, and he's taken... only a little aback by the showmanship and exaggeration. this man certainly lacks not a shred of audacity, indeed.
he reminds him of some of the idol groups from those years ago, boisterous and entertaining in a way he doesn't think he ever could be. someone fair, he says, and it turns that smile a little more shy. Olivine is... getting more used to such assertions, but it's still embarrassing sometimes. delicate fingers take his proffered wrist to take a look.
it doesn't take much more than a glance at the Watch to understand what's going on—as expected, the resort continues to take no prisoners, as it were. well, or tries to take prisoners, maybe? anyway. the priest releases him then, humming softly.]
I see. It's... certainly more like coercion here, more often than not. I'm glad it doesn't seem to have dampened your spirit any, though—and the pillory is more or less exactly what it sounds like.
[Baptiste's gaze doesn't seem to bother him too much either, and he's soothed more by a returned smile. if he didn't want to be looked at, he... probably would have chosen a different outfit. probably.]
Oh— [he's about to answer when the taller man leans in closer, eyes widening just a touch. there's no fear there, just a touch of surprise in his gaze. should he be surprised? doesn't matter. then his eyes squeeze closed with the following smile, just briefly.] I would be happy to assist however I can, yes. Have you collected any of them yet?
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[Olivine's smile turns a bit shy - though this shyness doesn't seem to come from the contents of the list itself. Curious. Usually someone with such a demeanor would grow a bit flustered when faced with the realities of collecting cum, fuck pillories, or nudes... Baptiste is content to keep this observation in his back pocket for now.]
My spirit will keep burning, so there's no dampening it. [This reassurance is offered with such confidence that it mirrors someone saying the sky was blue or the grass was green. It was an undeniable fact. His spirit would burn until there was nothing left.]
[The surprise in that gaze feeds a sense of satisfaction in Baptiste's heart. It only grows more content when surprise fades into a smile.]
I have collected a few! The swim bottoms have been the easiest- [His head tilts to motion towards the sign he'd made.] I got the bite marks out of the way. A few pubes... [A pause. As if he were simply relaying what he had remembered to get at the grocery.] I've been working on the cup of cum... [He trails off, gaze slipping down Olivine's body for a moment before returning to meet his face.]
That's been harder than you'd think- But... maybe you'd make a good nude model? Well. I know you'd make for a good nude.
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I can believe that. It will suit you well here.
[that, he truly believes. of course a lot of it is natural—someone able to roll with any situation is categorically more prepared than someone who can't—but there's also just... the particular reality of this situation. If nothing else, it seems to be a draw for the priest in how confident he seems in every movement. How enviable.
for that fact too, he's not surprised that the other man has collected so much. the sign is clearly helpful, and it really is a bit silly how much variance there is in the difficulty of the required items.]
I can't imagine it would be easy, if they mean it to be full...
[although he knows full well that's definitely a possibility with a single partner here, logical or not. He speaks, perhaps, to belay the surprise he still feels (occasionally) at being ogled so plainly.
All things considered, it's perhaps the most innocent request of the lot, maybe next to the swim bottoms. And honestly, even if he hadn't helped out with it before, it's something that's so easily within his nature that he thinks he would only hesitate briefly even if more people knew of him.]
Ah... you flatter me, truly. But I can help with that, yes. Do you... have a location in mind? I must confess I have no idea what makes for good scenery for this.
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[Baptiste offers his hand to Olivine, happy to take the lead when it came to location and logistics for this 'shoot.'] As for location... I've got a few ideas. Let's see... do you want to be modestly alluring? Or do we want to go more cheeky and slutty?
[Another testament to just how willing to 'roll with it' Baptiste has been. Sure, he wasn't exactly well-versed in the creation of soft porn - but he was a performer. A love of costumes, scenarios, and entertainment couldn't be dampened even by the more risque foundation this place seemed to rest upon. Baptiste would fake it until he made it. That's all.]
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I'm sure we can discuss it more when we've finished the first part.
[he does wonder if the same person could help with more than one part of the list, but... well, they'll just have to see, won't they? it isn't like there's no benefit to discussing more, anyway. when he takes Baptiste's proffered hand, his own is quite warm—as always, of course.]
Oh, I... I don't know? I suppose I'd probably be better at something more modest... I've not really tried either very often, to be honest.
[Olivine may not have the well of confidence of someone like Baptiste, but he does pride himself on his ability to be relatively unflappable by now. mostly.]
I'll trust in your vision, so please, lead the way.
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The rules had stated as long as it wasn't Baptiste's it was fair game. And, well...
Baptiste didn't want to think of the alternative if that didn't count. So instead? Again. We fake it until we make it, mon cher!]
You've not tried either? Really? [As Baptiste leads Olivine towards one of the beach chairs. A pleasant, striped fabric that has been steadily heated by the onslaught of the sun... It even had a little pillow attached near the top! He stops before gesturing.]
Well then, I'll make sure this is a good first time. Your lounging awaits, oh Modest one. You undress. Um. You can use my robe to cover yourself until I get back but- Get comfortable! I'm just getting a prop for you and then we will be in business, huh?
[Baptiste winks. Before truly getting the full okay from Olivine - he's already begun to shrug off his sheer robe. He tosses it to the man before he turns to abruptly run for one of the food stalls.
He has a vision.]
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[He doesn't think he looks the type to have experience in this—he's wrong, granted. Anyway, Baptiste leads him to the beach chair, warm and scenic.]
Ah, I could just—
[drape his clothes over himself??? But the other is already shrugging the robe off and tossing it to him, dashing off long before he can finish the statement.
This is most definitely an unusual meeting, goodness. Shaking his head, Olivine slips out of his clothes, eyes darting to the surroundings because he still can't imagine just... being naked in front of a ton of people. Luckily it seems there aren't so many, at least right now, so he won't end up squirming too much before settling into the chair and situating the robe over his hips.
It still feels a little embarrassing, sitting on this beach chair with his piercings on full display, gold chains interspersed with green and pale yellow gems decorating the expanse of a well-muscled torso... waiting for a man Olivine abruptly realises he doesn't even know the name of. And with that thought, he does find himself quietly wondering at the showman's plan.]
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In fact, so promising that Baptiste seems tickled when he returns with one less food voucher but a tall, icy drink in a hurricane cup. A yellow cocktail with a gentle spruce of green mint at the top for freshness - Baptiste glances to the drink he chose and then to the glimmering gems that lined that body.
A compliment of color he hadn't fully expected, but is happy to credit his artistic soul.
The way the sun dances over that body jewelry is distracting in every sense. A glimmer that invited a wandering gaze to truly take in the beautiful body below.]
You look divine without my help, you know.
[Then Baptiste glances to the dollop of whipped cream at the top of the drink before he glances back to Olivine.]
But you'll look like a sweet temptation with my help. It'll be a bit cold - but I was going to have you hold this. And then put a little bit of this whipped cream on your chest. Like you dropped just a little bit of it and may need help licking it up...
[Was Baptiste directing a nude shoot or a pin-up shoot? Who was to say it couldn't be both?]
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I'm thankful that you think so.
[but then he continues and Olivine... well, blinks up at him a little owlishly, head tilting before the tiniest flicker of something like faint confidence twitches at the edge of his lips.]
Ah—if you say so, it's your work after all. But I may need some assistance to get your desired ideal. I've never done something like this before.
[He does reach to take the glass at least, the other hand lifting is borrowed robe. Now for the awkward part.]
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He'll stick it in his pocket for later.
Instead he hands Olivine a tall glass that was already dripping in condensation. When one of those drops falls right onto a nipple piercing, it doesn't escape Baptiste's notice. His eyes linger perhaps too long on the little bead of water that glitters along with the gold that hangs there.
He clears his throat, eyes moving only to catch that Olivine was already beginning to disrobe. It was showtime then. No time to gawk!
Oh, but he wanted to gawk.]Do not worry about a thing. I think you'll be a natural at it. [Baptiste smiles down at the other. Another wink.]
[Baptiste takes the cold spoon out of the frozen drink. He scoops out some of the whipped cream before crouching down next to Olivine. Taking inspiration from the condensation, Baptiste tilts the spoon to deposit the splatter of whipped cream.
Directly onto Olivine's skin. The whipped cream is not left to organically 'drop' - instead the man traces a more artistic interpretation of how this dripping liquid should sit.
Not only is the soft, sticky deposit of cream practically painted onto his chest - but the edge of the spoon itself is freezing. It traces over the dips of Olivine's chest but then also crosses over his nipple, the cold metal of a the spoon coming into contact with the cold metal of the piercing.]
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If you think so—oh—
[He really needs to take a moment before speaking sometimes. It would at least have prevented the absolutely wanton sound that escapes him as cold cream tips onto warm skin...
The other doesn't give him much time to think about that either. A sticky layer of white slips over skin, cold enough on its own—but almost negligible when the half-frozen spoon drags over the curves of his flesh and taps against a nipple.]
Wait—that's—
[Fuck, it's so nice. Olivine's face betrays his words as much as his body does, as the nub hardens against its rapidly cooled piercing. A hand reaches to do something, perhaps to stop this before he falls too deeply into his own desire...
... unfortunately for Olivine, he's still holding an ice cold drink, and his thoughts aren't on trivial matters like keeping it upright. So, alongside a smattering of condensation that shakes free to dot milky skin, some of the drink itself follows suit, running down the curves of his torso to circle his gemstone before trailing ever downward. And the sound he makes? Well, as distressed as it may be, it isn't one of protest by any means. Whoops!]
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It isn't under the spoon comes in contact with the other's piercing that Baptiste's impish gaze flickers upward. A glimpse of a beautiful man on the precipice of coming undone...
And then. Well. Olivine did come undone a little bit, now didn't he? The drinks spills on pale skin - leaving an icy trail that dips lower... and lower... and--
This was his chance. The color that came to Olivine's face. The way those lips parted in a cry of surprise and yet... pleasure? It was far more salacious than the posed photo Baptiste had originally planned for.
So he raises the device at his wrist. The freezing spoon he'd been holding drops into the other man's lap, slipping over his thigh. The prop is forgotten completely ad Baptiste stands in preparation to get his shot-
It's almost perfect. And Baptiste knows the final touch needed. His hand grabs at Olivine's chin and turns the man's face upward as he looked down at the other. His grip is firm at the other man's jaw - one fingertip reaching to trace at the corner of Olivine's mouth.
Click.
The photo snaps. Baptiste's hand capturing Olivine's flustered face. A mess of cream - and yet the trail of frozen drink down past that naval gemstone and creating a treasure trail all of his own.
Baptiste had his nude! Triumph crosses the man's features as he returns to lock eyes with the aroused man below him. His gaze contains all the warmth of the sun in that moment - a harsh contrast to the cold drink that had taken to caressing Olivine's body.
Instead of letting go of Olivine's jaw, Baptiste instead leans forward to capture the man's lips in a kiss. A gesture of gratitude. Of relief. Of pure excitement as his warm mouth moves against that mouth that had moments ago let out a cry.]
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Lashes low, the priest can't help but shiver at the juxtaposition, less still the realisation of how... deliberate this must look in the photo. Warmth fills him nonetheless as he now peers upward into that gaze, recognition flickering there in the moments before the taller man leans in.
Warmth floods his senses as Olivine's eyes close, one hand rising to curl over a shoulder as he returns the gesture. Spontaneous. Exciting. Curious but still shy, his tongue drifts to brush soft lips, a sigh escaping to ghost alongside his pierced tongue.]
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Baptiste smiles against the kiss. His tongue eager to greet the hardware he finds embedded in the tongue that had been bold enough to emerge. His own eyes close as his teeth graze Olivine's tongue. A gentle click of metal against enamel as Baptiste is gentle with his initial attentions towards that tongue piercing. He'd never encountered someone with one - so he tests the waters of what physicality it can take.
As his tongue presses forward to trace along Olivine's teeth, Baptiste's hand raises to brush some of the still-cool whipped cream away from the bud of the other man's nipple. A soft graze of warmth to overtake the sticky cool that had rested there before. The chilled metal under his finger brings him pause.
Before the pad of this thumb runs over it. An motion that gives the slightest tug to the chains interconnected with the jewelry he toys with...
Then he pauses. Breaking the entanglement of tongues to look gaze at the smaller man sprawled before him.]
Should I help you clean up? [Innocent words are laced with an impure intent. Playful. Cheeky. Yet undeniably salacious - even in the perspective of strangers who have yet to exchange names.]
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cool draws away from his skin and is replaced with the pleasant heat of skin, a dizzy groan escaping his lips as it pauses over a metal-clad nipple. and then—and then his thumb runs over it, jingling chains and seeing the priest's hand raise to rest on Baptiste's shoulder, trembling faintly. he really is too sensitive sometimes...]
Ah... [it takes him a second to respond properly, tongue feeling over slightly swollen lips. there's a chance Baptiste could truly be asking innocently—his tone doesn't suggest it though, so Olivine eschews any worry at all.] Yes... please. That was... more messy than I expected.
[not to mention he's currently just getting more and more turned on, even if not so long ago being so exposed in such a public place would risk making him panic.]
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More messy than you expected? And here I thought you may have spilled that drink on purpose after the reaction the whipped cream got...
[The blond shifts to press a playful kiss to Olivine's jaw. His neck. A trail of butterfly kisses that relish at the heat his bruised lips meet with each new peck. It is a steady, bold procession until his mouth finds the nipple he'd smeared whipped cream across earlier.
The show he gives the man is intentional. Glancing upward, through lashes as his tongue swirls over a nub already hardened thanks to the temperature teasing from earlier. Each movement he makes is meant to be seen - a sultry show just for the man who had so sweetly offered him a nude. Teeth graze over sensitive flesh before a hot, wet mouth overtakes it and suckles. The sweet taste of cream mixes with a tang of sweat from skin that had been kiss by the sun. A delectable offering that Baptiste hungrily pays tribute to.
His free hand shifts to toy with the other nipple - purposeful in the movement so as to pull jewelry taut.]
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[just as distracted as he is now, as Baptiste's mouth presses to his jaw, his neck. trails down over heated skin and proceeds down past the pounding of his heart.
watching is more difficult than one might expect, but Olivine is a sensitive man in entirely too many ways. he makes an effort, mind, but there's a dizzy glaze to his expression when teeth brush flesh, chased by the heat of his mouth. the taste of sweet cream and salt mixes with the priest's milky scent, and fingers move to thread into blond locks to knead encouragingly.
he jolts bodily when deft fingers pull at his jewelry, a sharp exhale escaping him.]
Wait—
[he doesn't want him to wait. it's the last thing he wants, in fact, based on the way his fingers curl and his back arches, chasing that sensation with the desperation of a starving man. by some miracle, he's managed to free his other hand (that "miracle" may just be that it's been discarded, forgotten like the spoon still pressing into the outside of a thigh) enough to curl it around the chair, bracing his weight on it.
it's only in this moment that it occurs to him that they haven't even introduced themselves. his mind comes up empty for something to call the man, so instead he stammers something half-incomprehensible. possibly related to 'Oh, God," but the jury is out on that one.]
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The cool air will catch the abandoned fruit as Baptiste's tongue instead licks at the bottom of his own lip. His own poise is not unlike a lion waiting to pounce upon its prey, finding satisfaction in that plea to a heavenly body above. His own arousal begins to awaken - especially as his fingers continue to lavish the other nipple with affections that tease the chains.]
Hmmm... What was that, mon cher? [His tone is husky, teasing as he pushes to see just what sort of reaction he may get now. Idly toying with the man who so clearly needed more.
Unfortunately, the trembling desire of the other's body made him an increasingly attractive man to tease. Sure, Baptiste still had yet to know the name of this man - yet this beautiful body promised to yield much more insight than any name every could.]
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more still, he's not left completely alone, and so it's impossible to wind down. he speaks, tone husky and drawing him right back into his grasp...]
Haah... nothing... it's just... sensitive... [he's not dumb enough to think Baptiste doesn't know what he's doing, of course. especially as he asks it that way, while still teasing him into a practical puddle.]
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[Baptiste's echo of the other's sentiment is smooth, silky. A façade of feigned innocence as his fingers finally pull away from the nipple they've coaxed to attention. His eyes linger on the hardened peaks. The lingering taste of milky skin, sweat, and cream in Baptiste's mouth nearly drives him to return. To tease poor Olivine's sensitive chest to test just how long it would take before the man couldn't help but beg for more...
Yes his fingers find something much more promising to trace. He follows the curves and lines of muscle. A traced fingernail under Olivine's pectoral and down his side. Surveying each line down the side of the man's abdomen before his touch dips further. A curious touch to the gem embedded in the man's navel - and a pause as Baptiste realizes that doesn't seem to be jewelry. He blinks. Traces another teasing touch just below it.]
Very well then~ I shouldn't keep you waiting then.
[Inch by inch - and yet just as he begins to dip beyond hip bone, Baptiste's mouth returns to work its reverence. Though instead of sucking a nipple back between his lips, he finds himself going for the chain. A metallic taste fills his mouth. The side of his mouth quirks in amusement before he tugs his head backward and takes the chain with him.
Just as he pulls this chain playfully taut, his other hand slips to cup at the other's arousal.]
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[His chest rises and falls with every breath, chains faintly glimmering in the parasol-muted light. It's embarrassing, the way his gaze lingers, and yet that seems to have the perfect effect on him.
But his embarrassment is waylaid by the brush of fingers dipping over planes and curves. It draws his attention back to his own body, to the way he wants for more with every inch traversed. Baptiste touches the gemstone and he actually jolts, biting back his moan when that touch draws down just beneath it. Indeed, there seems to be nothing piercing-like at all regarding that.
He would explain if he was able to think past the unbearably sweet addiction of the other's attention. But he speaks and Olivine's lips part to respond only to be caught in a trembling oh as fingers dip down and teeth close to tug chains in time with the shift of his head.]
Nnghaah—!! Oh, God...
[hips rise as the chains pull taut, his cock throbbing in the warmth of the other's grasp. Fingers tangle in soft hair as his brows furrow, and his hips tremble sweetly. An unmistakably positive reaction, to be sure.]
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