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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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Still, the pearly white fangs brandished his way are enough to give J an idea that should satisfy either requirement easily. As soon as Charlie shifts his posture to lock eyes with him, he's stilled from changing position again with the touch of a hand that cups his cheek. For the briefest moment, J's touch is tender and gentle, like the kind of caress given by a partner.
The pad of one thumb tracks a path across pale lips, encouraging them to part while the demon leans in as if for a kiss. But in place of a passionate embrace, what actually happens is the tip of a sharp canine snags upon the man's lower lip to instigate the first nip of the evening. ]
Let me inside and I'll show you something that'll really get your blood going.
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Charlie is left to focus on the pads of the man's fingers against his cheek. His skin is pallid. Cold. Skin stretching lifelessly as it moves, Charlie's demeanor distracts from his corpselike complexion - but the man is close enough to see and touch it without any question.
Such a disquieting feature may turn away the average human, but this guy is anything but.
Dead lips part when warm flesh runs over them. He may have bitten if the touch had lingered, but instead he's enticed with a kiss. No, with teeth.]
Yeah... blood, huh? [His voice takes on a distant quality as hunger nips at him just as the man had seconds ago. He wants to taste it. Charlie raises an arm to loop around the taller man's neck to anchor himself to him. He'll open his mouth for the promise of what's to come, and if the man doesn't initiate immediately, Charlie will connect them, lips dragging over lips before returning the pinch of teeth.]
( cw: it's about to get buckwild in here. violent analogies, biting, blood. )
His head tilts just so, in order to slot their mouths together in a hungry crush. Brusque and harsh in comparison to the gentle way J's hand draws away from Charlie's face and slips into the depths of dark hair. And in the background, J's wings move in tandem to surround the man clutching him close. They sweep around to press in against a slim torso and lower limbs, locking his companion in place like a steel trap snapping shut.
It's then that J's tongue comes into play. Amid the fervent press of lips, the demon licks his way into the heat of a mouth at his mercy, making every effort to lap across the fangs that had been so helpfully shown off earlier. It doesn't take much to split the delicate flesh of J's tongue, filling Charlie's mouth with a small gush of warmth before the demon has a chance to do likewise to the man ensnared in his kiss.
While one hand busies itself curling fingers possessively into dark locks, the other slips between them to make a pointed tug at the waistband of the other man's swim trunks. He'd originally come to Charlie for a straightforward exchange, but J has never been one to forgo an opportunity to mix business with pleasure. ]
blood snowballing
[There's no time to breathe, so Charlie doesn't. His lips are captured and he greedily captures the other's in return. The way his shoulders arch into the man's touch is submissive, but not to the larger creature. Charlie relents to the pleasure of the kiss itself.
Fingers in his hair find the strands thick with product, but the hand that withstands this artificial sludge will feel the crown of Charlie's head keen into its grip. Held close by scalp and wing, his own hands purchase more firmly on the man's neck and hip.
When blood spills into his mouth, Charlie's eyelids lilt. Its warmth spreads over his skin in pinpricks and his grip tightens. The taste isn't revolting, but neither will his body accept this as succulence. His voice cracks in his throat, a quickly dispersed flicker of disappointment. He's quick to revel in the blood's weight in his mouth, its slick viscosity mingling with saliva to smear over his teeth.
Then the monster's fang pierces his tongue, and Charlie retracts it quickly. Not out of timidity, but to brush the tip of it into the pool of blood already in his mouth and strain the muscle. A vampire's vitae flows more slowly, and he doesn't want to wait.
When he tastes his own twinge of iron, Charlie's lips crack into a smile. He laps it forward, spitting the bulk over the other's fangs and into his mouth. The maneuver isn't practiced, trails of red leek from both corners of his mouth.
Delighting in their bloody exchange, Charlie hardly notices fingers tangled in his waistband. His hips shift into the sensation naturally, drawn to the warmth this creature provides.]
( cw: NSFW content, as discussed. bloodplay. blood and spit as lube. )
[ J welcomes the rush of liquid heat, giving it the opportunity to flow past his lips and into the depths of a mouth that traps it there instead of permitting himself to reflexively swallow. He has far better plans in store for what he's claimed from their bloody kiss.
In his world, demonkind has many uses for blood, but those are all practical and in the pursuit of more sinister aims than a full belly. There's no satisfaction to be had in consuming it, and the twisted exhilaration that floods J in the present moment exists simply due to the fact he's tapped into something that gets Charlie going. And that's what his kind revels in most — Power. With this exchange, J essentially gains a level of influence over the man cradled in his arms, to be tucked away for safekeeping to use at a later date. Or applied in small increments now, by adding another thrill into the mix that's sure to excite his bloodthirsty partner even more.
The eager tilt of his companion's hips is all the invitation J should need to take action, but he doesn't immediately claim what's right there in front of him. Not without adding a dash of the unexpected to spice up the encounter. The hand that had been toying with Charlie's trunks relocates for just a moment. He needs to make use of it for two reasons, the first of which reveals itself after J gives a turn of his head that temporarily breaks the heated kiss. With that hand pressed against a mouth just as bloodied as Charlie's, J's tongue darts out in a brief appearance to lap a thick trail of blood into an open palm. Task complete, he closes it into a fist to prevent the sopping-wet mess from escaping his grasp.
With a twist of that same wrist that points his watch in their direction and a flick of J's lengthy leonine tail helpfully pressing a button, the device captures the necessary evidence of his tongue's recent run-in with teeth. The watch clicks away as several photos are rapidly stored within its memory, including some that expose Charlie's blood-streaked state as well. If he needs more ironclad proof, there's time for that later. Right now, J's more interested in slipping his blood-soaked hand into the front of Charlie's swim trunks and leaning back in to resume their kiss.
Sensitive skin found beneath the barrier of Charlie's swimsuit is met with a slow ghosting of fingers softer than any would expect of a man of his presumed age. That fleeting touch glides down his length as though in reverence, at first with nothing but fingertips, until they curl to take Charlie's cock fully in hand. A second or two later finds J's hand, slick with their intermingling fluids, gliding in a slow but deliberate stroke back toward the base. ]
fish-hooking (blood version)
If there was any risk of doubt for the veracity of J's bite criteria being met, Charlie has banished it. Those pictures will feature a blurry Charlie, with his lips peeled back, teeth pressing into skin.
An impulse to snap at the man's bloodied hand flares, but Charlie is too slow to disconnect from his initial petulance. His teeth snap shut with a click as the man's hand descends his body once more. He looks up at lazy eyes, mouth open, but there's no time to complain.
The kiss resumes, and there's nothing to say. Charlie's lips quiver as they lock against warm, bloodtinged flesh. His tongue darts forward, eager to slide across the man's large fangs.
He's all but forgotten about the hand in his suit - until the slow progression builds pressure in his cock he can't ignore. With a groan, Charlie shifts to move his hand between their bodies. His shoulders strain, determined not to lose the kiss as he reorients to flick his thumb across J's arousal beneath. Over fabric, all he can feel is weight and heat. He'd leave it at that, normally - he knows this kind of pressure is enough to tip a man over the edge in time - but...
a drip of bloodied spit travels down his thigh. More. He wants to feel it slick on his own hand. His brow furrows - he does not want to break their kiss.
Charlie's other hand slides down J's neck, carelessly caressing where he'd nibbled his jaw. One, then two, digits stretch to hook around the man's cheek and pull it back. They slip beneath, between flesh and molar, leaving the kiss as uninterrupted as one can with fingers invading the space.]
( cw: mentions of cannibalism and incineration. )
J pushes in to plunder the heat of Charlie's mouth, the taste of copper heavy on his tongue. In the next moment, the feel of exploratory fingers slipping between his cheek and teeth momentarily divides J's focus, but not to the point of him pulling away or causing his interest to wane. J isn't one to mind the sudden intrusion or lack of negotiation in the least.
Boundaries are strange ideas for demons. Their bodies aren't fragile, nor are they considered to be anything sacred or precious, a far cry from the way mortals perceive their own physical beings. For demons, bodies are merely concepts, shifting and changing with the perceptions they hold of themselves and as a result of how others among their kind perceive them. They suffer no permanent injury, no matter the most grevious wounds, and acts such as incineration or being consumed in full are healed in a matter of days.
So there's hardly much of a point in worrying about the value of personal space. Every inch of skin and any orifice is there for the taking, to be bartered or sold, and made use of no differently than any other tool.
The invasion is met with J's mouth splitting wide to an unnatural degree, delighted by every step Charlie takes to exercise control. Excitement builds with the flick over the head of his length, the arm keeping J locked within the cage of Charlie's hold, and now fingers probing into the tight space. The reward for this is the way J's hand, previously cradling a head full of midnight hair, slides down to cup the back of a neck he grips. All the while his thumb strokes over the shell of Charlie's ear, downright affectionate, as J often gets when he's met someone who can keep him on his toes. ]
Having fun? [ Punctuated with a roll of his wrist, the tight clutch of his hand twists fluidly as it glides from hilt to head. With Charlie's erection freed from the confines of his swim briefs, there's nothing to hinder J's touch from growing more enthusiastic. As the pace of his strokes quickens, the wet skin-on-skin sound of J's hand pumping over his hot cock becomes downright obscene. What can he say, he feeds off his partner's energy and Charlie is giving it in spades. ]
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Vampires are controlling creatures, domination and power can satisfy when sustenance does not. Especially so for those of Charlie's line, always cloying for obedience in addition to the pleasure of feasting on flesh.
He's been given both here, and what started as an odd, yet efficient(?) attempt to dig blood from J's mouth quickly devolves to exploration. He strains gum and cheek, curls his fingertips over the back of the man's tongue, and twists his knuckles to peel lips farther apart.
When he finally withdraws his hand, it's a mess.
As originally intended, though the way Charlie's fingers flex it's clear he'd forgotten purpose for the indulgence. A fabricated beach breeze bites at the wet sensation - an unpleasant chill. He plants his palm against the demon's chest, painting a trail as his touch descends J's body to join the hand already resting at the man's hip.
Charlie is dully aware that the muscles in his thighs are tensing. There's sensation building, but his focus is on suckling J's lip. He worries the flesh between his own, widens his mouth-
And is left cold when the demon departs. His head keens back into the grip at its base, jaw working in mild frustration. He wasn't done with that kiss.
The winding in his muscles twists outwards, like threads tightening in his entire body. Charlie's toes curl in the sand, and his eyes follow the trail of red down the other man's chest. It thins to pink, smeared thin over hip where Charlie's hands still rest, rubbing at the man's arousal slowly.
A smile warped by bliss cuts across his face - dead skin stretches sharp. Ugly. But it's recognizably lustful.
His hips shudder into J's stroking, and Charlie watches. It's a fucking scene, splattered crimson somehow spreading more with each motion of J's wrist. He laughs, quiet for lack of breath, and nods.]
That's a lot of blood.
[So, yes. He's having fun.
Charlie's tongue, swollen and red, flicks between his teeth. Without another's mouth to assault, his fang presses into his own flesh. He seems content to let the idle dragging of thumbs over clothed cock be his only reciprocation for now.]
( cw: more bloodplay, descriptions of gut-fucking and bodily injury. )
I could spread myself open for you and take it deep inside, right here. [ The grip that had previously acted as a restraint finally relents. In exchange for losing his hold on the vampire's neck, J gathers up a hand that had left a bloody tableau splattered across the canvas of his body. Sliding it even lower, the demon paints a lurid picture with Charlie's blood-soaked fingers as J guides them to brush not over the heat building in his swimsuit but the naked skin just above. ]
Make it hot and wet enough to out-do this little spectacle tenfold. All I'd need are my fingers and this. [ Emphasis lands in time with a deliciously wet glide over Charlie's length, pumping fast and hard as his hand dedicates itself to ushering the vampire closer to that blissful peak of pleasure.
The description is vague enough to land as something abstract, not the grotesque mental imagery conveyed by an honest depiction, full of exposed viscera and ripped-open flesh. The more palatable approach is an intentional one. He's yet to suss out Charlie's limitations and has gleaned few preferences aside from the spillage of blood.
Gut-fucking is on an entirely different level than that. ]
cw: bloodplay, cannibalism, gutting, general gruesome scene
Annoying.
Charlie's head lulls low, eyes fixed upwards to J's mouth. His capture, now making vague promises. The punctuation of a particularly licentious pass over his cock does draw his attention, a half-voiced, questioning 'eh?' croaked in response.
His body feels good, a satisfying mix of tense and relaxed as the demon works his arousal. But when Charlie thinks of this man spread open, he isn't thinking with his dick - the fantasy offered to him is a different kind of satiation.
Face caked in blood, he sucks a shred of unrecognizable innards from his chin. J's hands are still strong, one digging claw into his cheek and neck as the other grips his hip. The position is a facsimile of riding the monster's cock, but Charlie instead lurches forward to pull more viscera from him to smear across his face.
He can't eat it; this is reverie.
Charlie's body trembles, climax interrupting the scene. Nothing spills from him, there's no life to offer from an undead body, but his eyes clench shut and his jaw hangs open as the orgasm rushes through him.
When it fades, hunger aches in his gut. This desire commands all creatures but possesses a vampire. It becomes him - nearly.]
You gonna... need... [He shakes his head, thoughts split thrice. The man with his feet in the sand. The demon with his cock in hand. The beast in that bacchanal spectacle.
Charlie remains speechless, instead tapping his thumb with intent against J's length. He's offering, albeit half-heartedly, to reciprocate.]
( cw: consuming fluids/blood )
Seems that's all he's getting no matter how the slowed pace of curled fingers still gently milks the softening skin for a few lingering moments. So unless whatever abilities Charlie might have as something inhuman include giving him a lightning-fast refractory period, J's work here is done.
Already thinking about their next rendezvous, it's not difficult to imagine that leaving him swinging out in the cooling air won't do much to endear the man to him or encourage a future encore. Which only makes things more difficult later, once he's decided how to best put Charlie to use. So J's still-slick hand finally withdraws after tucking Charlie back into those gaudy striped swim briefs in a suspicious show of consideration.
J draws that fluid-splattered palm close to his mouth for the second time tonight before running his tongue from one corner to the other, diligently lapping up the mess of coagulating blood and spittle. All the while, three eyes settle to meet Charlie's, sweeping the evening's focus, and the vampire's, back on him as he claims the lion's share of their union. ]
Turns out you taste better so much better than you look. [ Sorry, Charlie. But the 1920's called and they want their slickback hairstyle returned.
Playful banter established with a smile more satisfied than it should be over what he's claimed, J swallows down the remnants of their encounter with a final pass of a wet tongue over his top lip. ]
Next time. But you'll have to up your ante and really blow my mind if you want to have me writhing beneath your hands. [ Catlike in more ways than the bare paws in powdery sand or the leonine tail flicking in excitement behind him, J moves with the same fluidity of something feline. Quick but effortless, he slips into Charlie's space to offer a soft press against the mouth covered by his. It could be a promise, an apology, or an invitation. J leaves the interpretation up to the man whose body is gradually finding itself freed from the serpentine grip of pale wings while the demon leans back just enough to continue his thought. ]
Needless to say, it'll take more than a quick handy to satisfy me. [ If his smirk or the quip gives the sense that he's teasing Charlie for getting off precisely that way, it ought to. A touch of ridicule always follows J's praise when he's feeling generous enough to keep it from being a solo act, where criticism isn't buffered by a lick of affection. ]
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Those who think they're somehow more alive when pantomiming the motions of waking, eating, growing, and changing are deluding themselves.
Usually, Charlie doesn't think about that shit at all.
Now, however, blood is everything.
Stale tasting, spread thin and drying, none of it is appealing but for the promise it evokes. Charlie's head does not raise as he watches the J's tongue stretch and lap up the remnants of their connection, but he stares. Brattishly jealous. He doesn't possess any fantastical sexual qualities, so he'll have to wait for the fantasy that sent him over the edge into orgasm. He's left wanting.
He's always wanting.
Maybe in the meantime he'll consider the fact that he's never contemplated such an indulgence before - his feasting always included nourishment as a requisite component. What would he be sustaining by gorging on intestines he's bound to throw up hours later?]
I'm not gonna be any better lookin', next time. [He straightens, granting the damning assurance a wry smile. Surely the 1920s would like their Italian Mobster Guy accent back too, but both that and the style cling to Charlie. Inexorable from the man who has progressed through decades an immutable corpse.]
But I get your offer - somethin nice if I eh... satisfy you. [His thumb presses into J's cock, just beneath the head. Not a measure of frustration, simply postponing a tedious affair for later. He's not the most sexual being.
With his hands now withdrawn, Charlie's sharp candor returns.] I'd say you got a preview of what I like-
Wanna give me an idea for you? Trust me, it's in your favor - you don't want me gropin around tryin and failin. [He's more capable than he makes himself out to be, though inexperience does encumber his approach. This request, though, is a made simply because he likes things made easy for him.]
( cw: Mentions of poisoning, suicidal ideation, altered states, childhood prostitution & violence. )
When Charlie asks what satisfies him, that answer isn't as obvious as the vampire's glaring lust for blood. Truth be told, it's been lifetimes since J wasn't acting a part, hollowing himself out and completely cutting away who he'd been centuries ago, as though those traits were pieces of a necrotic limb sawed off at the bone. Any preferences the Archduke might have once possessed are now wiped clean from his memory. Erased as easily as the street name where he'd turned his first trick when both are practically equivalent in their irrelevance to his present life.
In scaling the summit of Hell's hierarchy, J had ultimately learned that the most powerful thing a demon could be is no one. A being without their own chosen preferences or desires, who could accept anything and be anything that others wanted. With that lesson learned and the need to abide by those requirements pressing upon him at every waking moment, who he was at his core had been sacrificed to the god of necessity. All that he might truly long for had eroded across the sands of time.
Save for one thing — Someone who could stand on equal footing with him for a tantalizing instant before toppling the most powerful demon in Hell from his high tower, blotting out an existence long overdue for expiration. That he craved with a desperation built up over seven centuries.
Charlie doesn't appear enterprising in the way J needs the weapon of his destruction to be. Nor does it seem likely he might be driven by a need to exact revenge the way J's ward had been. But stranger things have happened, more so than the possibility of giving Charlie a reason to end him once and for all. A street-walking child had grown into Hell's most formidable noble, while a melancholy young man became a demon ruthless enough to poison his own master with a hauntingly devastating toxin. One that still cuts like a blade worn and blunted, when it never quite manages to deliver the final blow that might finish him off. More horrific for the maiming it does with its nightly hallucinations and the terror that brings, when a quick death would be more merciful. ]
Do your worst. Monster to monster— [ Acknowledging that he knows Charlie isn't some run-of-the-mill mortal. It's a nod of recognition. Miniscule as it may appear to some, coming from a demon of his status makes the mention worth its own weight in gold. ]
What I desire most is for you to show me exactly what you're capable of.
[ There's no need for a confirmation. J's demonic senses don't lie. He can smell it on every inch of Charlie, from his spit to the taste of his cock. It's the dry as ash whiff of a life spoiled to the point of souring, extinguished for so long its scent has withered away into something practically unrecognizable. ]
Don't fret about the small stuff, either. Dying isn't an issue for me. [ Leaving one to question whether the Archduke means to imply that he's incapable of dying from even grievous wounds, or that he simply doesn't care if that's the ultimate outcome of their encounter. ]
helloo i missed u
Phantom sensations.
He remembers feeling tired after his first encounter with a woman. She had heavy lidded-eyes and enough make-up to stand out in a dark room. As she sunk to her knees between his legs, Charlie had woven a hand into her hair. There was some conversation, obviously one-sided... and then he was exhausted.
The memory of that feeling is all he can conjure after his fleeting afterglow. The specter of a comfortable night's end.
Experiencing such a pleasure again in its purest state is unattainable. Luckily, it's also uninteresting. Charlie watches the demon's gaze, searching for any meanings left between his words. This is purposeful intrigue, he knows, but he's hooked nonetheless.
He also knows that he couldn't - monster to monster - tear this creature apart unless he were permitted to do so. Among his kind, lesser blood will recoil to those with higher status; Charlie is spared such a base impulse here. He simply recognizes power.
The offered route to carnage doesn't daunt him. His destruction will be purposeful, J will know, and be hooked nonetheless. And when he wants more, he'll take it. Charlie seldom backstabs, he's far more comfortable convincing people to drive a knife into their own throats.
Crinkling his eyes under J's gaze, Charlie knows this won't be such a simple exchange. Or, it will be far simpler. Monsters need only speak in claw and teeth. Talk is coy flirtation.
But he quite likes that foreplay.] Monsters like me don't like to show off, you know. We're pretty tight lipped.
So I'm trustin' you to keep it to yourself when I indulge you. [His hands busy themselves with thumbs tucked into the waistband of his swimsuit, resituating it on bony hips. The adjustment leaves his fingers sticky with drying pink slick. Charlie brushes them against his navel idly, a purely physical contemplation before he fixes his robe to cover the swath of his chest.]
I'll find you.
Unless you miss me. Then you can message me - it's Charlie. [Not the most spirited introduction, he usually follows a jovial business script... but Charlie figures they're beyond a handshake.]