TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[silversunshine]

[Prompto let out a self-deprecating chuckle, shaking his head even as his eyes refuse to leave the skin Gladio has on display. He's always known the Shield was photogenic but he's never had the proof this close before. His hands itch to reach out, his fingers desperately needing to run the tips over those muscles and he barely manages to shake his head at Gladio's words. There's no way either one of them can buy into that. Not when Prompto is usually one to rush in without thinking. Self control is something he can manage when his walls are up, when he's putting on his best face for his friends, but whatever the hell was in those skewers has completely wrecked him.]

Come on man, we both know that's a lie.

[As if to illustrate his point he licks his lips, accidentally brushing the tip across Gladio's chest. Oh, that's... huh, the saltiness of his friend's skin actually tastes pretty good. He flicks his tongue out again to lap at the hot muscles against him, his teeth nipping at the flesh available before his mind can clear enough of the drugged fog to put words together and feel any semblance of shame.

When Prompto does manage words his throat is rough and his body is still moving without a conscious decision, his hips tilting to find some sort of friction. It's so hard to think, to speak, when everything feels so damn good.]

The dressing rooms. [He clears his throat, pulling back enough so the urge to just press his lips against his friend is a little easier to ignore. If only his lower body would get the damn memo! Prompto leans back and uses his hands to scramble at the sand around them, a whimper escaping as he finally finds a hard angle to rub against that goes straight to his dick. FUCK! So good.] Help me to the dressing rooms?

[Prompto's eyes meet Gladio's, a pout on his lips and he hopes the big guy can forgive him for all of this. Everything is so hot and he just wants to give in.]

[bedroll]

[ Honestly, there's something about the way Prompto replies, quick, easy, too honest, that's maybe a little funny. Shutting down the attempt at reassurance, both of them knowing Gladio's only saying it to help maintain some semblance of control over the inevitable. He can more or less guess what's coming, all thing hints lining up, the grill cooks boasting about fresh rabbit—in some ways the confirmation is as sad as it is triggering. Especially at he watches the way his friend unfurls, leaving him wondering if he'd looked the same at the beginning, if his body had slowly eased into base desires, muscles relaxed but scalding to the touch, expression a mix of resistant and compliant desperation. He's embarrassed, but he isn't quite sure of what.

Maybe the tongue and teeth that suddenly taste and tease at his skin, and the way he compartmentalizes the what and the who in an instant. His nipples peak in response, goosebumps rippling outward, too fast for him to press on the fact that this is Prompto. (Not that they're wide open for viewing; not that things are moving far too quickly, even for him.) ]

You gotta get off me to do that.

[ His voice is gruff but his hands are gentle, hardly shoving as he rolls them both over into the rough sand. It's not in time to avoid a few passes of hips over his thigh, the tension going to his head despite himself. He blames the heat—of the sand, of the "sun," of Prompto's skin against his—as he pushes himself to his feet.

He's just got to hope Prompto stays pliant enough then to be lifted, bridal style, and carried over to the dressing rooms. He doesn't trust the wave to crash any time soon rather to keep crescendoing, and he's not about to bother with dragging the guy 20 yards to the stalls. Easier to carry him, easier to hold him at least a little bit still for his own sake until they're past the relative safety of what turns out to be just a curtain facing the water. The stalls are in pairs, boxed eight together, with windows carved high right into the wood. It'll have to do, but he positions himself, back against the curtain, as they squeeze into one together, like some sort of bouncer.

His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek, over his molars, thoughtful, maybe a bit worried. ]

Hopefully it'll be one and done. I can...keep watch 'til you're finished... [ Said, perhaps inadvertently, with a curious dip of his gaze to Prompto's waist before he looks back at his face. He still won't offer outright, even though he's almost positive something solo isn't going to cut it. But that also means he's not gonna say no if they circle the suggestion enough times. ]

[silversunshine]

[Safety. Oh thank god for safety to fall apart in private. His mind is too far gone to worry about Gladio’s presence, if anything it helps add to the feeling of safe that allows Prompto to just give in to the feelings he’s been fighting off since shortly after eating those skewers.

All thoughts of his stretch marks decorating his body, marks old and new on display, leave with his shame. Instead he moans in relief after shoving his trunks down, tucking the fabric below his balls to free his erection to the warm air. In the back of his mind he hears Gladio’s voice but it isn’t fully registering as he licks his palm and grips his length, fingers moving along flesh in search of blessed relief.]

Hm?

[Oh. Gladio. He finally remembers his audience and licks his lips, his eyes meeting his friend’s as his lips tilt in a teasing smile. Damn the guy is eye candy and he has no problem ogling him, using the sight of those muscles to aid in getting off. Fuck shame.]

Hey, watch all you like buddy but-

[His back arches as his fingers slide over the tip of his cock. Fuck that’s good but it’s nowhere near enough.]

Feel free to lend a hand if you’re up to it. This is..

[Maddening. Fucking amazing but hella frustrating. He’s lost to words for the moment as he twists his wrist and he bites down hard on his bottom lip.]

[bedroll]

[ It's uncanny, really, and in a way that visibly, immediately puts him on edge. All those old feelings from a few months ago come back, as strong as if he were feeling them instead of just watching Prompto descending into the madness of it. There's shame, of course, embarrassment, but also an undeniable sense of empathy, even if...well...one of them is taking it a hell of a lot better. Maybe it's because of the relative safety in it, of having someone familiar and (relatively) non-judgemental to keep an eye on things, help keep them under some kind of controlled circumstances while the rest gets to spiral out of control.

The smallest bit of drool pools at the corner of his mouth when Prompto half-shucks his pants. He doesn't even realize it until he opens his mouth to say something, hand immediately jumping up to swipe at the drip before it can fall. He doesn't suspect the effect is contagious, but maybe it has been a little while since he's spent that kind of time with anyone. And the brief, sharp eye contact clenches his chest in a way that convinces him he might as well not hold off. Not here, with a friend; it's gonna get weird either way, so they might as well get it out of the way now. ]

I get it.

[ Spoken softly, as he steps away from the curtain to check the built-in benches. As he suspected, the cushions lift, and inside the seat bucket is any number of lubricants and prophylactics. Scented, flavored, warming, cooling... He opts for something relatively neutral, though it smells like coconut tanning oil when he opens it. Then he replaces the cushion and takes a seat, reaching forward with his other hand to reel Prompto in by the sagging elastic of his shorts. ]

Just take 'em off.

[ Told, not asked, as he pours some of the lube into his palm. ]

[silversunshine]

Off? Oh! Ooooh great idea. Gladio you're a- fuck genius!

[He's never been so relieved to have Gladio around as when he points out the obvious. If it was up to Prompto he'd be rutting into his hand with a palm full of slick and oh fuck even that seems greeeat. With his mind halfway clinging to thought he tugs his bottoms down enough to kick the offensively warm fabric onto the ground and lifts his hips, thrusting into the air even as he watches Gladio pouring the lube.

Any sort of filter between his mind and his mouth, limited as it was before, is gone in the heat of the moment as he groans out:]

Come oooon, I'm gonna die here if I don't get touched soon. c'mon c'mon c'mon

[Prompto feels like a whimpering, needy mess as he thrusts up into the air, his fist stroking down before he decides to try something else. His hands slide down to cup his own balls, fingers squeezing to see if the new angle helps but it only leads to him frustratingly biting down on his bottom lip.

Obviously his own hand isn't cutting it but it's not like he can stop because something is better than nothing. As much as Prompto wishes Gladio would hurry the hell up he wishes even more the guy would get closer so his lips can latch on that tanned skin and lick up the sweat he can see is glistening.]

[bedroll]

[ This is the part he's been wrestling with the most, of course: that careful balancing of this is necessary and am I actually sort of enjoying this? It's all the more complicated when it's with someone he knows as well as he does Prompto, someone he might've taken a second glance at once or twice before, but not someone he ever imagined being paired with in a situation like this. Yet he's also sort of grateful, that it's not the first impression he's making on someone else, perhaps. This place is awkward enough sometimes, even with an understanding that a lot of what happens isn't anyone's fault but the Resort's.

Just like this, he accepts, as he wraps a warm, rough palm around Prompto's cock. He barely even needs to pump, and doesn't make any effort to at first, instead letting nature take its course and Prompto the lead. It affords him the chance to adjust his grip, to tighten and loosen and tighten it again until he finds that perfect fit. At least, more or less perfect, he figures, judging by the heated look of relief on Prompto's face. ]

You're not gonna die.

[ For once, there's no heat to the reprimand. It's all reassurance, a deep, steady voice to match the heavy hand that holds him. The other stays nimble, fingers splayed to help manage Prompto's balance, occasionally catching a hip or skimming along his waist. He half-wonders if this might not end with them both seated, but this kind of intensity might not lend itself well to that. (And, of course, there is that briefest, wildest of flashes, where he wonders if it might not be best of all to just play along in full, and get down on all fours. Or maybe that's just his own Suit talking, an itch left unscratched for a little too long. ]

[silversunshine]

[Prompto whines as his hips rock forward into that calloused grip, his thoughts finally clearing with the others' touch as if his own was never meant to be enough. He knows his awkwardness will be back after this, once he's fully himself, but considering how much he's always fantasized about his friends he's determined to take advantage of the opportunity this place is giving him. He can just blame it on the meat later, right? Right.

With that thought he grins, falling forwards once more to nip at Gladio's neck, his hands sliding along those hard muscles he has always envied, his fingers brushing over dark nipples. Damn those muscles which are probably straining to keep them balanced. Yeah, Prompto should probably do something about that. Not wanting to stop the frankly AWESOME handjob but wanting to give his friend a bit of relief himself, he's doing him a favor after all, Prompto hooks his legs around the Shield's hips and uses his own muscles to lift himself up.]

Make yourself comfortable if you have to, Big Guy. Just. don't. stop.

[bedroll]

[ There's a perhaps well-timed, perhaps mortifying shiver when Prompto's hands pass over his chest like that. It's always been a sensitive spot, but only all the more so in situations like this, with his nerves (and arousal) already heightened. It earns Prompto an encouraging squeeze of his hip, and a bit more than that that's, for now, hidden from view. Funny how this place gets under your skin so easily, he thinks, with nothing to blame it on but his own unchecked descent into exactly where the resort wants him to go.

At least Prompto has an excuse, and Gladio will let him blame the food, the drink, and anything else he pleases if it'll keep things easy between them. He's disinclined to spoil one of the best things that's happened to him since he got here, and that's also why, when there is only the briefest of fumbles, he's quick to help hoist his friend up, into his lap, even though it comes as a surprise. No hiding his own budding boner now, but at least this gives him full rein. And full rein comes with the fast and easy glide of an over-slicked hand and a strong, over-practiced arm. ]

That better? [ His voice is low, lined with a smirk as he secures his other arm around Prompto's waist, elbow down, forearm aligned with his spine, so that his fingers can barely brush at the nape of his neck. ]

[silversunshine]

Oh hell yes!

[Prompto's words are slurred with a moan escaping at the same time.Stupid sexy shield and his stupid sexy smirk. Gladio has to know that his show of strength sends a shot of arousal straight to Prompto's dick! In response he grasps at Gladio,the fingers of one hand reaching to tug at the end of long hair in a bit of revenge for that cockiness. Prompto fastens his mouth over the broad expanse of skin available on the chest before him, sucking and licking, enjoying the taste.

Damn, the feeling of the boner against him is only adding to the thrill going through Prompto's body and hips rock up into the firm grip with a newfound urgency. At this point he's pretty sure it's not going to be much longer. Is this why Gladio is so popular? Obviously all that cockiness and charisma is well earned and the feeling of it centered on him is almost too much. It doesn't help that Prompto's on a hair trigger because of whatever the hell this place is doing to him.]

So close!

[At this point he knows he's loud and he's trying to stifle his words, his moans and whines really, against Gladio's chest.]

[bedroll]

[ He doesn't have to say aloud how good the mouthing kisses feel, however unromantic and desperate they might be. His skin is prickled, covered in a swathe of goosebumps, whole body attuned to the attention and the electricity it incites. While he does his best to keep his focus on his hand, and at the increasing urgency he can feel bubbling beneath the surface, there's surely no shortage of clumsiness. A palm that grazes his glans, knuckles that tickle along his bare stomach—to say nothing of the soft grunt of surprise when his hair gets pulled, and the way his scalp tingles in appreciation. ]

Come on. [ Gentle. Coaxing. His fingertips creep up a little higher into Prompto's hair, so his hand can cup the back of his neck. He finally spares a thought to his shirt, but it's a little late to be worrying about stains. ] Nobody's listening but me.

[ And he is, raptly and perhaps with some things in mind for later that he wouldn't share even at blade- or gunpoint. His need for release might not be anywhere near as immediate, but he'd be lying if he tried to say this moment won't linger somewhere in the back of his head, brought to the surface now and then when he's bored with his books or left on his own for the night. ]

[silversunshine]

Gladio! Fuck fuck fuck-

[He lets his head drop and takes Gladio's words to heart, letting his chant fall before his babbling just slides into wordless moans. Prompto's fingers frantically grasp at any skin close to find purchase as he feels himself riding that sweet sweet high. Finally it crests and, like the waves crashing outide, all the tension bleeds out of Prompto as soon as he comes all over Gladio's skin. He slumps forward and lets himself just relax before his anxiety can return with a vengeance.

It feels like it takes more effort than it should for him to finally lift his eyes up and he catches himself just enjoying the view. Sure Gladio always runs around without a shirt and those pants always hug that fine ass of his but earlier the heat was clouding his thinking, like a deep fog that was only appeased with frantic touches. He hadn't really been in the right mind to just enjoy the view of sweat-slicked skin, the tangled hair that he's pretty sure he may have caused.

Prompto's fingers twitch with an absent wish for his camera to catch the sight and it's only the intelligence that yes, Gladio would know and kill him if he tries to snap a pic with his watch that stops him. With an awkward smile tilting his lips and blush dusting over his freckles he manages to just barely meet his friends eyes. His fingers twitch with the urge to touch that hot skin again but his insecurity and guilt is returning.]

I-I'm sorry, are you..?

[He has absolutely no idea what Gladio needs or if he even wants anything to do with him after all of this.]

[bedroll]

[ It's a lie to even consider that he doesn't enjoy the sound, at least a little, when Prompto finally crests that hill. Or maybe more of a mountain, for the way his whole body slumps at the end of it, enough that Gladio feels the instinctive need to immediately put both arms around him, to hold him up and in place in his lap. While only one of them pants—and maybe rightly so, given all that Gladio knows about what that feeling is like—there's still a sheen of sweat over his own skin too, a bead of it forming at his temple to trickle down. It's impossibly hot in this changing room now, between the sun and the closeness and effort in just getting Prompto back to clarity. It's a lie, too, to claim that he doesn't feel some lingering shame in it all, even if he understands it was necessary, between the unadulterated effects on his own body, giving away some small amount of interest and enjoyment despite anything his mouth might say. ]

I'm fine.

[ He says it anyway, only managing a flicker of eye contact before he too looks away. At least the curtain for a door provides some measure of an excuse to have his eyes elsewhere...as if training his gaze at their laps is any better. But he's gotten pretty good at ignoring that when it's necessary, even in situations where it's hardly been in his best interest to ignore it. Ironic, the things one unlearns in the right circumstances. ]

We all got a taste of that a few months ago, without having to eat anything. This place has some kinda switch for people, they flip whenever they feel like it, but it hits everyone a little differently. Depends on what mark you get. [ A pause, and surreptitious swallow, of more words, maybe, or just his nerves. ]

You feelin' better at least?