TDM 04

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【 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

[erbe]

In my experience the only way to make sure you don't end up with absolutely nothing is to take advantage of everything you can. Our difference in views and ranks might actually reflect that. Who knows?

[She crosses her legs and folds her arms under her chest. She lets her words sink in for a moment or two before following up:]

Are you interested? Whether it's because you think you're helping me, or because you're curious doesn't matter at this point. Either way the result will be the same.

[pyrolyzed]

[ He doesn't really want to contribute to this whole mess. He really doesn't. It'd just feel like he's acknowledging Rin's attitude as valid, and he's in no mood to do that, especially not when she's just dissed him (he thinks). But ... it'd be a lie to say the prospect of Rin having to face the punishment for failing the game doesn't bother him. And he does sort of feel like an ass, now that she's brought up her mother. -- even if it wasn't his fault. Even if he didn't say anything wrong.

So after a long pause, he heaves a heavy sigh. Scuffs a hand through his hair, mussing it up under the shadow of his hood. Then, with a huff -- ]

Gimme the cup, then. [ Hold a hand out expectantly. ] Or whatever it is you're using for ... collection.

[erbe]

[Reaching behind herself, Rin grabs a cup. It looks clean. Unsoiled. Either he's the first to give a sample, or she intends to transfer it to a different cup and is graciously not forcing anyone who isn't first to look at other people's semen.]

Here. Do you want to walk around and do it within the privacy of the cabana?

[Her booth, she means.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Ugh. This feels ... so skeezy. The temptation to take it all back and just walk away skyrockets as Fuuta takes the cup, but he's also not in the mood to be called a coward, or whatever, so. ]

... yeah? What, did you think I was just gonna do it out in the open right here?

[ He'd actually been thinking about walking all the way to the bathrooms, but the prospect of having to walk all the way back here holding a load of come in a cup is genuinely disgusting, so. ]

[erbe]

Actually, I thought you might do something silly like run to a port-a-potty and do it there.

[Tohsaka stands from her seat so she can usher him in through a side-door and pull a curtain around where she had been facing outward.]

Do you need me to remove my bikini top to help you get started?

[She just says it like offering popcorn to a movie-goer.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ H-HOW DID SHE KNOW. The way Fuuta stiffens a touch, face flushing a shade pink, makes it extremely obvious that her guess was a bullseye, even if he tries really hard to cover it up with his usual bluster. ]

You shouldn't say stuff like that so casually.

[ ''specially since you're a girl,' he starts adding, before holding off for once. Fuuta instead slinks through the side-door into the shelter of her little booth, glancing around at its interior. It's ... a bit smaller than he'd like. After a moment of frowning, he mumbles, ]

You got a ... curtain or something in here? [ 'Or am I just supposed to do it while you're staring at me?' ]

[erbe]

No. It's not like this is a hospital where I can section off every patient's bed for privacy.

[Tohsaka rolls her eyes at him, but somehow her next action seems... almost kind? The young woman steps out of the cabana the way Fuuta came in, and at least for now he'll get a little privacy.

You know, while she fetches herself something icy and sweet to tide her over.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Well ... that works, he supposes. And, like, having to sit here with a load of his cum in a cup until she returns is also kind of embarrassing, but better than having her just sit there judging him the whole time, so. Fuuta sighs as he scoots back into a far corner of the booth, away from the curtain opening out onto the rest of the beach, and scrunches himself onto one of the stools. Shoving his swim trunks down a smidge and tugging his T-shirt and hoodie up out of the way with one hand so he can awkwardly start rubbing at his cock with the other.

... it's admittedly a little hard getting himself worked up, especially when he's terribly aware of the sounds of movement and activity going on outside the cabana. The only saving grace is the fact that this place smells like whatever scent it is Rin usually wears, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture the last time they were together in her room. ]

[erbe]

[Poor little Fuuta. Only granted mere minutes of privacy before Rin waltz's back in with drink in hand. It's brightly colored and in multiple layers with a skewered fruit atop it. How fancy! She takes a sip as she closes the door behind her.]

How is it coming along?

[Get it. Coming.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ He's, like, just starting to get into it, and the sudden sound and movement of the door swinging open has him giving a terrified yelp. Even the realization that it's just Rin, and not some stranger walking in on him, doesn't do much to calm the thudding of his pulse in his ears as he reflexively shrinks back a bit to plaster himself against the cabana's wall, dick still in hand. ]

I can't do it that fast?!

[ So she's gonna leave again, right. Right. ]

Gimme a bit longer, alright.

[erbe]

[Unfortunately for him, she doesn't. Instead Rin turns around her chair to face where he's situated on the stool. Drink in hand, she relaxes against the back of the chair and makes herself comfortable.]

Fine, fine. I'll be patient. Just let me know if you need a show to help it along.

[pyrolyzed]

[ WH ]

... seriously? [ Beat. ] -- not the show. I mean, are you really just gonna ...

[ '-- sit there and watch.' ]

[erbe]

[Hm. Does he still not get it? Rin sits up straighter in her seat, and lets the teasing smile fall away from her lips.]

Why not? I've already said I don't hate looking at your body, didn't I? Why wouldn't I watch?

[pyrolyzed]

[ 'Don't hate' isn't the same thing as 'actually enjoy,' he wants to point out. But also, as much as he usually lights fighting over petty shit like that, he doesn't want to have his dick out in a semi-public location any longer than necessary, so -- Fuuta settles for giving a grudging little huff before ducking his head once more. ]

Suit yourself, then. I'm not taking anything off, though.

[ 'It's not going to be much of a show,' in other words. Especially given the way Fuuta remains with his posture mostly scrunched up, posture half-turned to try and angle himself away from Rin. Hardly comfortable! But still more appealing than the thought of just ... jerking off comfortably while she watches, like he's some sort of circus act. ]

[erbe]

Why are you trying to hide like that? Isn't this an opportune moment to try and prove me wrong?

[Yes, she's still spinning that argument in her head. He was so convinced no one could get off on just watching or listening to him, but Rin isn't convinced!

Even so, she takes a sip of her drink. It's cool and refreshing.]

[pyrolyzed]

What're you talking about.

[ Even if he weren't currently focused on trying to keep himself hard even as he feels Rin's gaze prickling at him, he wouldn't recall the exact argument they'd had -- Fuuta argues with everyone about everything, like he has the brain capacity to remember it all.

His voice does come a little tight, though, as he rubs his thumb against the head of his dick; pressured in the moment, he's having a weirdly hard time recalling exactly how he handles things in private, every movement feeling a little foreign. ]

Prove you wrong about what.

[erbe]

You don't remember? You tried saying that nobody would get excited just by listening to or watching you. This is probably a good opportunity to test that.

[It's science, Fuuta! Though he probably doesn't care. He's the wrong kind of nerd, after all (not like she knows that). Tohsaka simply figures if he likes and is knowledgeable about electronics then he's probably decently versed in other STEM branches, right? RIGHT?

She takes another sip as her eyes look him over. A bit disappointed in how much he's still dressed. In fact—]

Isn't that hoodie too hot?

[pyrolyzed]

[ He pauses in his movements just to shoot her an incredulous look. ]

... you think I need to test that to know I'm right? [ As if she's about to get worked up sitting in a little hut, watching him trying to jerk off into a cup. God, it almost feels like she's making fun of him. ] And what d'you fucking think. Of course it's hot.

[ Grumbled even as he pointedly keeps it bundled close to himself, though he does pause to spit in his hand before returning to the task. At least the additional makeshift lubrication helps makes things smoother, and his next breath comes a little hoarser even as he leans his head against the cabana's wall, other hand gripping into his hoodie's fabric to keep it out of the way. ]

I just don't like ... dressing too light. Fucking hate summer.

[ Hence the hoodie, even with a sheen of sweat painted glossy and damp down his throat. ]

[erbe]

[After drinking down 3/4s of her drink, Rin sets it aside and gently pads her way over to him. Bare feet and just a bikini means she's quiet as she approaches, but it also means that she's hard to miss visually. Her suit tattoo splayed out under her breasts and across her ribs. Visible, but faded gently.]

I'll hold the cup for you, [she speaks to him quietly now that they're closer.]

Just focus on yourself. After all, your voice is nice when it's strained like that.

[pyrolyzed]

[ He'd just closed his eyes, finally starting to get into the rhythm of it, so it's a bit of a jumpscare when Rin's voice comes from so close. But not enough to fully pull him away from the building arousal, and definitely not enough to warrant arguing with. Fuuta cracks his eye open, squinting at her for a moment as a trickle of sweat slides down his brow to bead at his lash -- before holding out the cup with a grunt.

It admittedly does help him focus that he doesn't have to try and wrangle both the cup and the folds of his hoodie, and his next breath comes a little hoarse and shaky as he quickens the movements of his hands just a touch.

-- fuck, that nice smells she wears is even more vivid when she's standing close like this. He'd never admit it out loud, but it really does help move things along, and it's not just spit squelching damp between his fingers as he squeezes at himself. ]

[erbe]

Oh yes, [Rin speaks softly as she kneels in front of him. Her hands holding the collection cup steady.]

That's much better. You're doing so well. You know yours is nice to look at, right? The way it floods with color when you're really into it. Some people are gross here, but... You're not.

["You're cute," is left unsaid. Since she had seen him close his eyes earlier, and hasn't checked his face since, Rin licks her lips without thinking he may notice. Her eyes are glued to the way he works himself over. The sweat beginning to bead on his skin and the sex flush blooming across what little parts of his body she's allowed to see makes her own pulse pick up in pace. The atmosphere thickens. Her interest rises. Rin's excitement displays on her grinning lips and the sparkle in her eye.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Vaguely, at the back of his mind, he wonders if that's supposed to be some sort of roundabout dig at him. Like -- saying he's not 'manly' enough down there or something?

Fuck it. She can say whatever she wants for now. Just so long as she keeps talking. He's so close to the edge, and the sound of her voice -- soft, lilting, intimate -- helps push him just that much closer to release. ]

S'that right -- [ His words cut off with a hard swallow and a stifled grunt. The sight of her tongue peeking from between her lips doesn't hurt either, and Fuuta's gaze lingers on it for a moment before he shuts his eye again, ducking his head as he rubs his thumb against the head of his cock. ] I guess ... s'what you're into. ... what else.

[ 'What else are you into?' is what he means. Not even a question he actually meant to ask, and surely something he'll cringe over later when his head's cleared, but it was all his flustered brain could think of in the moment. Anything to get her to keep talking for a little more. ]

[erbe]

[Rin is sure to egg him on as best she can. Positioning herself between his legs while holding the collection cup like if she were awaiting for an offering from him. Those bright blue eyes focus on his face as her smile refuses to fade, and she licks her lips to push him even more.]

On you, specifically? The way your expression scrunches up when you get close, how your cheeks almost get close to matching your hair, and with all that red? I like how your eyes stand out in contrast. When you give up on holding back you can be a little noisy, and to hear that is better than hearing you complain. If you call my name... it's even better.

[She's at a crossroads. A part of her wants to push his legs wide open and take him in her mouth. She wants to hear him squeak in surprise and groan when she fully envelops him in the warmth of her mouth. Now that Rin has described all the ways in which his desperate writhing captivates her, she wants to see more of it. To help him become completely undone. Yet she worries that maybe the shock will snap him out of whatever self-casted spell he convinced himself with to help her, so Rin refrains.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ No, he didn't mean himself specifically -- an answer he can't spare the breath to verbalize, and has to communicate through a muffled grunt and a furrow of the brow. But still. It'd be a lie to say that it doesn't send a shiver down his spine, to think that someone like Rin has specifically thought about him in a context like this.

There's the distinct slick of pre-come with the next jerk of his wrist, and Fuuta gives a shuddering breath as his spine curls, his muscles all starting to lock up as a familiar wave of tension spreads out from the pit of his stomach. He doesn't particularly want to think of how red he must be in the moment, and what he must sound like, but he does swallow thickly before muttering, ]

... T-Tohsaka. [ That earns a shiver. Less the feel of the syllables falling from his tongue, but the thought that Rin might like something so simple. Or, maybe, what she meant instead is -- ] Rin ...

[ For better or for worse, Rin won't get a chance to intervene with her mouth, because that moment -- saying her name, and the surreal pleasure of imagining the pleasure she might get from the sound of it, the sheer validation of thinking that she might enjoy it -- is enough to push Fuuta over the edge. His breath catches sharply, shoulders jerking, and a choked groan is all the warning Rin will get to position the cup before Fuuta comes. ]

[erbe]

[...Fuck. He wasn't supposed to do anything with that honesty! Why is he saying her name?! Shouldn't he be too embarrassed to do that? And... god, it's awful. He starts with her surname. Hammering in his similarities with Emiya from the get-go. It makes her feel a bit guilty, honestly. However when he follows it up with her given name it's worse. Not worse as in she hates it. Worse as in she feels that tug of desire pull her even more.

How is she supposed to not want him in this moment? Fulfilling every bit of "what she's into" about him at once like he's trying to 100% speedrun a prophecy. The yearning she has is to take him again. To push him against the floor of this little bungalow and ride him like she did when he was a rabbit. Like she did in her room.

Yet it's not meant to be. His finish comes quick enough, and she's so startled that she accidentally doesn't catch all of it in the cup — allowing just a small smattering of it hit her jaw just to the left of her chin. Against that milky white her face looks red. Red enough to look like it hopes to rival the vibrant scarlet of her bikini. Rin's dark lashes flutter as she blinks in surprise. Caught off guard by Fuuta calling for her and coming for her.]

—Ah. You did good.

[A little praise thrown at him just to distract herself. To remind herself she should angle the cup better so any left that may dribble out from the head is collected. For now she'll leave the stray bit on her skin. She doesn't want to acknowledge it. She pretends it's not there.]

When you don't think there will be anymore let me know. I'll clean you up. Just relax. You—

[Her voice wavers. Her breath shaky and thick with memories of their past encounters. Thick with her restrained need.]

You were perfect, so I'll handle it.