peacockstop | TDM 04

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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!

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.

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

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[What else could Baptiste do with a declaration like that but stare? A skewer of succulent rabbit meat still in hand, the man gazes upon Basch with a sense of awe. His lips begin to twitch into a smile, as his brain confirms that what he heard was exactly what was said.

His mouth opens, teeth grasping to tear a piece of meat off of the skewer. Even as he’s met with the ever-welcome burn of fire on his tongue - his amusement does not falter.]

That is a new one, mon cher. Go ahead. Don’t stop there, as I am very much listening. [Baptiste's tone drops with that last statement, his gaze careful as he gives Basch a rather obvious once over.]

[Baptiste pops his hip as he waits for a follow-up to such a heartfelt pick-up. Was it a joke? A secret third scavenger hunt he hadn’t known about yet? He takes another bite, blissfully unaware that he was about to learn just how such a blunt desire could've manifested.]

[ Later, Basch will be mortified for someone to have met him like this. Right now, though, his too-intent gaze is fixed on the other sizing him up, a knot of dread and anticipation shifting in his chest. He's being judged, as is only this man's right -- but will be determined to be fit for the role he'd desperately like to fill?

The other takes a bite, and Basch's eyes dart to his teeth, his lips, and it's a miracle his eyelids don't flutter and no moan escapes him, unabashedly imagining the feel of them against his skin.

The words almost don't register, and Basch has to blink, eyes roving again as this confident man asks for more. Speech is not Basch's forte, and he wrinkles his brow in thought, not wanting to squander this opportunity, but desperately aware he very well might by obliging that command. ]

You are...confident. Flashy. We would be a good balance. [ Basch could lift him easily, use his weight to give the other high resistance. But he was just as enticed by being ordered around, or even fucked by the other man. ] I will just as happily serve as submit.

[ He wants it to be this man, though. There's a reason he caught Basch's eye in the crowd, a pulling sense that they're a pair, that this is his match. His body is thrumming with the knowledge that only something good can come of their mating.

But that only works if the other agrees. Of course this fine of a man would have multiple suitors. Basch is not a fool. ]

[Something about this spice lingers in his mouth. The tingle that dances over his tongue is an odd one. As if there was something about this heat that could only be sated if he ran his tongue up the musculature of this man's throat.

Baptiste listens to Basch's elaboration, yet his intense blue gaze has locked on how the other man's throat moves. While Basch may not boast oration as his strong suit, his words have the performer's rapt attention. The praise is a hearty stroke to Baptiste's ego, sure - but the longer he stands before this man, the more heat builds in his blood.

It was, undoubtedly, the warmest he'd felt all day - despite having been breathing life to a plume of flames not twenty minutes ago for the sake of attracting "help" for his scavenger hunt. The bitemarks - souvenirs from this little 'game' that could easily be mistaken for the promise of these awaiting 'suitors' - throb in their prominence. The sensation becomes a steady hum throughout his body.

He needed to be touched by the enraptured man before him.

He tears his final bite from the skewer. It is a purposeful gesture, as his teeth and lips work the meat off the length of the skewer. His tongue greedily laps up the glaze before finally finishing.

Baptiste steps closer to Basch. With the now-empty skewer in his hand, he gently traces down the dip of the man's neck.]

You would breed me. You would be bred by me. [A tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. Breed? Why was that the word that came to mind? Yet the way his body stirs confirms that it was indeed the right word. The only word. His heart thrums at the promise laced in those words.

He shifts the skewer to lightly scrape over Basch's throat before it continues upward to lift the taller man's chin.] A man of shameless indulgences... Yet, you sway me. Wholly.

[The intensity in his gaze is overtaken by desire. All his body knew was that he needed this stranger. This body just inches away from him would pin him if he asked. To feel those hands on him would surely soothe the heat building under his skin.]

Kiss me. Show me how devout your tongue can be.

[Baptiste drops the skewer. Despite himself, he reaches up to lace his arms over Basch's shoulders. The sensation of flesh on flesh causes a clear shiver of anticipation as Baptiste waits for the other's deference.]

[ Basch watches, chest tight and breath shallow, as the other's eyes rove over him, settling on his lips, his throat. Interest, he hope.

His words come, and Basch nearly shivers. ]

Yes. [ he confirms. Breed. In either configuration, but his body burns for it. Starts to awaken now that the possibility is being stokes, feels it flow through his body as he watches Baptiste lick his lip, wanting to take it in his own.

And then he's still as a hare, the other dragging that skewer teasingly across his skin. Basch forgets to breathe. A confirmation.

An order.

With arms already around his neck and Baptiste's body so tantalizingly close, it is nothing to wrap his own broad hands around the other's waist, pulling him flush as his mouth obeys. It is a ravenous kiss, demanding and eager. And already he hungers for a wall to pin the smaller man to, and more orders to acquiesce as he proves he worth. ]

[When the other man's lips meet his own, there is a shiver of satisfaction. Baptiste rewards the eager kiss with greedy reciprocation. His tongue runs over the other's bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth to graze it gently with teeth. A lick into Basch's mouth to claim ownership. Baptiste presses forward. It is a bruising connection of hunger and lust.

One of his hands reaches up to grasp at Basch's hair. Baptiste's fingers entangle with blonde locks as he rolls his hips into the man. Demanding.

Baptiste breaks the kiss, panting against Basch's lips. Breathless yet undeterred, he speaks.] You best find us a den, mm? [Baptiste chuckles. Separating from the heat between their bodies was not an option for this man. He's quickly grown far too impatient - and it takes everything in him to not demand to be pressed into the sand beneath them. Instead, he shifts his weight in Basch's strong hands, bringing his legs up to wrap around the man's waist with ease. He locks himself around the other man, shifting his head to better whisper orders into the other man's ear.]

Carry me. [There is a self satisfied smile forming on Baptiste's lips. It can be felt in the kisses he begins pressing into Basch's neck... and the mischievous nipping of teeth into flesh that follow. Each nibble a further, impish demand. The longer he is made to wait, the more fervent each bite becomes.]

[ The low sound he makes is equal parts surprise and arousal. Baptiste is not shy. Domineering, even. Basch may have initiated, but he feels claimed, pushed to prove himself.

He's desperate to do so. Teeth on his lip are met with a tongue pressing back to Baptiste's, rolling hips greeted with a firm, almost bruising grip to the other's ass. He moans again at the hand in his hair. The order is welcome, because otherwise he might just mount the other here, or beg to be mounted, but the idea of a den is enough to set him yearning.

Baptiste's words are redundant; Basch shifted to hold him the second those legs started coming up, but he's still breathless at it, pleased to be relied on, eager to stay close, to keep any other potential mates at bay.

He steps forward, but his thoughts reel as Baptiste kisses and nips at his neck, his eyelids fluttering and his arousal pulsing wantingly against the other's form. He hazily casts his gaze, searching for a destination, but it's not long before he turns his own head, pulling the other's lobe into his mouth, grazing with teeth before nipping down his neck, walking all the while.

He's taking den literally. There's place near the water where rocky caves and grottos offer some privacy, and right now, that's exactly what he wants. ]

[When the man's mouth takes the lobe of his ear in its heat, Baptiste's body shudders in his hands. A groaned plea. He tilts his head to allow for the man's mouth to have unhampered access to the span of his neck. Met with the warmth of the other's affections, Baptiste hums the man's praise. A breathy 'good man-' is left to the space between them.

With each step Basch takes towards what would soon become their grotto, Baptiste is eager to lay his claim. Shifting from being doted on to rewarding the mate holding him. As they clear shelter, the kisses he has pressed into Basch's neck have shifted to an act of reverence: his mouth working flesh to leave a reminder of his claim. Baptiste sucks just below Basch's jaw - teasing the skin to a darkened red. He rolls his tongue over it, panting breaths giving the new mark a cool caress.

His own cock aches as he shifts against the man to find a new spot to lavish with attention. Yet before he makes another mark, he speaks into the man's skin.]

I want you to breed me. [Blue eyes flicker to observe their new surroundings. Yet the warm colors of damp, overhead rock and the sifting sounds of the waves fizzling to the edge of the grotto are lost on him. The only thing registering in his mind is the heat of their skin and his own building desire.] I want to fuck you. I want you until we're both worn and tangled... Until we've had every ounce-

[Until they could nest. Curled in and so thoroughly spent that not another mate could have either of them.]

[ Those rewards, touch and spoken, make him shudder and groan with pleasure, a weakness he's unembarrassed by in the single-minded pursuit of pleasing his mate -- and receiving his claim in turn. The claiming kisses at his neck make his skin flush and his heart stammer, possessed and possessive all at once. He feels full of Baptiste's smell, hyper aware of every inch of their skin touching, elatedly and needily ware of both their want pressed between them.

His breath catches at those explicit orders, and he rests Baptiste against a tall rock, only so he can start to shimmy the man's trousers down off his legs. ]

Yes [ he rasps between sucking at the man's neck and finding his lips again, fingers caught between pulling down fabric and sweeping over the hot skin of Baptiste's thighs, unable to resist cupping his sack and feeling the shape of his erection. ] I want you fucked and bred, and then I want you to do the same to me, until there's nothing left.

[Pressed between the surface of cool rock and sweltering flesh, Baptiste is eager to shift his hips to assist in the removal of his pants. To free himself from swimwear... but also to greedily indulge in the feeling of those strong hands over every inch of him.

His head lulls when the man gives his neck attention - a hum goading the other to continue. When Basch's lips find his again, Baptiste is eager to meet a bruised bottom lip with a graze of teeth before he sucks on it. A wordless demand for more, interlaced with play.

And Basch's temptation to touch feeds that demand. The lewd, desperate sound that leaves Baptiste's mouth and keens against Basch's lips is undeniable. A carnal desire given voice. The man's hips grind into the touch, as if the man had been touch starved to this point. A jolt of anticipation as his cock hungrily presses against the other's palm.]

Yes! [Baptiste doesn't say please, but his tone makes up for it. A growing flush on his features. He presses another kiss to Basch's lips. And another. Between each connection another breathless plea.] Fuck, yes. I want to think about nothing but you.

[ Normally, Basch would fret at every step whether this was welcome, and whether he was giving the other what he wanted. It was a reason new relationships were harder for him than established ones.

But Baptiste is perfect, giving encouragement at every step by way of movement or sound, and just enough explicit direction that all Basch feels is wanted and wanting in return.

He gets the other undressed, albeit with stuttering movements interrupted by bruising kisses and a teasing, rough hand to the other's glorious cock. He's reluctant to pull away, but he desperately wants to make good on the promise to obliterate the other's thoughts. ]

Let me get my garments off, and find salve [ he gasps. He steps back only as far as he has to, shoving off what little clothing he wears. He's right, at least, that this entire place is always set up to engage their play. There's a box mounted nearby, and it's only a few steps to rummage in it for lubricant.

Then he's back, hand deep in Baptiste's hair and punishing kiss as intense as if they'd been lovers apart for terrible weeks. He moans just as lewdly back, crushing their naked bodies together, and reaching down to wrap their cocks together in one hand, hips already rocking in terrible need. ]

Shall I fuck you first?

[To part is nothing short of excruciating for the man who is impatient enough without the added layer of desperation granted by this 'rabbit soul.' He bites down on his lip and groans as the hand to his cock slips away. Hips twitch their own discontent, but he offers a sharp nod to Basch in return.

He will be brave in the face of a full two minutes of seperation if he must.

But only just so, apparently. The moment Basch has returned, the man melts into the ravenous kiss. A moan as bruised lips meet bruised lips. His tongue laps at Basch's bottom lip as if to reward the man for his sweet moan and his dutiful return. As if they'd been torn from one another's arms not by a search for lube but instead something far more dire.

Then his own prick is pressed against the other's and Baptiste's head jerks into the strong hand holding his hair.]

God in... [Baptiste mutters, tongue desperately working against his swollen bottom lip. The clipped groan turns into a hoarse bit of laughter.] Oh... you're too sweet. Too sweet-

[Baptiste stammers his compliments as his free hand reaches to grope at Basch's chest. His other arm maintains a desperate hold around Basch's neck - both for support and the comfort that he could guide this man precisely to what he needed.

And he needed this. Now. The steady friction between them a teasing preview of what that man's cock could do. He stammers out the rest of his reply, breathless and low.] Yes! Yes, fill me-

[ Any sense of restraint Basch had melts away under the onslaught of Baptiste re-greeting him. This is not a mate demanding Basch prove himself; it is a mate begging to be cared for by someone he already trusts and desires. Basch will not disappoint that care or respect.

He gasps at their cocks coming together, and again at the hand at his chest. He feels so comforted being pulled in like this. ]

Take everything you need -- I am yours [ he murmurs, bruised lips gently peppering the other's skin as he slicks them both. But he takes the order in earnest, and in another moment he's lining himself up, easing against the man's hole as his hand works his cock. It's a good thing Basch is too patient to risk hurting the other, or Baptiste's please might destroy his resolve. ]

I won't leave your side until you're good and sated and recovered.

[With his legs once again around Basch, it takes every ounce of Baptiste's frayed resolve to not desperately dig his heels into the other's lower back. To push him forward and rush-

The other man's patience barely keeps him at bay. The smattering of kisses helps to ease an impatient soul, though Baptiste nearly whines when fingers work to slick him. The anticipation for this wanted connection, a needed connection: to finally be free to focus solely on the man before him... It's testing his every ounce of will. Baptiste's eyes glance downward, as if he could will the head of the other's cock to finally claim him. The teasing press at his entrance causes his thighs to tense against the other man's hips.

The nod he offers the other's kind words is loose, lulled as his lips mouth a series of 'please.' His rabbit's heart quivers with this promise. A moment more and he would unravel-]

[ Baptiste's neediness almost overwhelms him, fanning his own. He needs to breed, to satisfy, to prove himself, and he's clearly let the other go too long without. But he doesn't want to hurt him, and he has to repeat that as he uses his weight to pin Baptiste, gasping kisses hungry for more than a mouth can satisfy.

Easy. A slow rock in, and another, moaning helplessly as the other's tightness rings around him. ]

Gentle or rough? [ He breathes, before another kiss. But with all of those beautiful words, he's in head to base faster than he means, eyes rolling back in pleasure, in need. ]

[The other man first slides into him, Baptiste's body winds tight. Pads of fingers press into the the shoulder blade, another entangled and tugging at blonde hair. When his fingers slip between locks, he quickly works to tug and grasp again. As if every muscle in his body could clamp tight to cling and ensnare his mate - a desperate play to make sure he wouldn't be left wanting against.

The moan that leaves him is far louder than he would've normally intended, a sound that slips directly into Basch's mouth. Wanton and pleading, another sound of pleasure leaves with the next shift of the other inside of him. His tongue flicks into the other's mouth to desperately continue a kissy that grows more interrupted and more sloppy with each drag of lips. Heat begins to wind in a coil in his gut as his hips rock to meet the next thrust -

A thrust that slides Basch in fully faster than either had expected. Baptiste's back spasms, the sheer pleasure of being filled so thoroughly causing his mouth to drop back open. His eyes screw shut in the presence of a onslaught of the delectable heat of their closeness and the fullness pressed into him.]

Rough... Rough- please fuck me well-! [Baptiste pants, head lulling against his own shoulder as if he could gather himself. He wets his lips before he looks back to Basch through blonde lashes and half lidded eyes.]

[ Basch is just as breathless, hands sliding over muscle and gripping skin, as much to feel as to support. It's unfair he can't touch more at once, and he lets out a shuddering moan as the other clamps down on him, egged on by how loud and pleased Baptiste's own moan is. Their sloppier and sloppier kissing only drives him farther, mouth grasping for anything he can reach.

Normally, he would not take someone this quickly or roughly. Not a first time. But both their bodies and sounds are proving how well they each like it, and its not long before he has Baptiste braced against that rock so he can rut with abandon, one hand stroking affectionately through the other's hair while the other grips him bruisingly hard. ]

Whatever you wish [ he murmurs before he moans again, eyes fluttering shut. the pressure on his cock is warm and tight and unreal, and Baptiste's sounds are driving him wild. All he wants is to please his mate, claim him and pamper him. ]

[Baptiste's neck strains, head pulling back as he cries out against the bombardment of sensation. The fingers in Basch's hair jerk sharply, pulling at the locks as the tension in his body causes his back to bow and stretch. The coarse surface of stone etches scrapes into his back - sending a fire over his skin that only stokes the desperate jolt of absolute and utter need that sparks in his gut. His mate's strong hold is bruising, crushing against his hip.

And the twitches of overstimulation and delight ripple under that latched grip. His insides clamping hard on a cock that strikes him in just the right spot. His other hand desperately scratches down Basch's back - leaving raised trails in their wake. His hand looks for purchase, only to slip and drag down again; decorating his mate's back as if he had been clawed.]

Oh-! Breed me. Yes, yes breed me! F-fuck--[A call that his rabbit's heart shouts, yet he'll look back on in hazy curiosity later. His eyes stay fixed to the man that pounds his cock into him, his tongue wetting his lips between shouts and pleas. A dusting of pink begins to crop up over his flesh, strands of hair pasted to his forehead as his first release nears-

... The realization of how close he's been drawn already comes as a shock. No hand stroking his own cock, that twitches and bounces against the force of just how he's been claimed. Yet precum leaks from its tip and down his shaft-

And he recognizes the unmistakable, tingling windup. Was he really just going to come like this?

His mind is answered in a yell and his own eyes becoming desperately unfocused. A wave of pleasure grasps every inch of Baptiste's consciousness to rob him of his wits. His own cum splattering violently onto his own abdomen. Baptiste's legs lock around Basch's hips desperately, teeth worrying into his bottom lip-

And all the while he finds himself wanting more. More. Even as an orgasm tears through his nerves as sends him begging for the other to fill him.]

[ A breathy whimper rips out of him, pulled by the intensity of Baptiste clenching around him and the rake of nails on his skin. He's not aware how equally sweat-streaked and red his own body is, hair plastered to his neck and forehead, skin slippery and hot. All he can think of is pleasing his mate, of filling him, of breeding.

And what better mate? He is lithe and clever and beautiful, a balance to all the things Basch is and is not. Basch cries out in triumph as the other shudders and stiffens, clamping around his cock and his waist.

He buries his face against Baptiste's neck, biting hard and rutting all the faster. The need to support them both even while he goes weak at the knees, vision blinding and dizzy as heat tears through him only makes the experience better, his seed pulsing into the either. Sated, his, bred.

But he isn't done. Won't be for hours. They slump together for a few minutes, and then Basch is kissing him again, demanding him again. It's absurd that both their cocks are already hardening, that the need is just as loud as the first time.

They trade off, and in the end, exhausted and marked and drenched in each others' seed, they retreat to the soft, safe sand in an alcove in the cave, passed out in each others' arms. ]

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Ib - Hopping into some fascinating first impressions here!

sorry for the delay -- you caught me on my way out of town for a long weekend

No worries at all!

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ugh migraines got me this week

oh no! That's okay! I hope you're feeling better!

clearing up with the weather, thank you! <3

Excellent to hear! Thank you for the patience btw! After con catch-up was a bit tricky!

also understand entirely! we're just trading busy weeks

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thanks for being patient with my slowness. another busy week T.T

No worries at all my friend!

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I'm gonna ftb here since I've been so slow -- but cards acquired!