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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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Too bad Fuuta's just settled on that comforting line of thought and tried to convince himself of it when the sudden grab at his shirt collar has him second-guessing himself. The hard yank at his clothes is enough to shake a wobbly yelp out of him, and -- right, this fucker is unfairly much stronger than he looks, because he can't even put up much resistance as he's dragged along. ]
What th -- what competition?! [ It's a struggle just to keep up, and his slides catching against the sand has him stumbled a step, almost falling over before managing to regain his balance. ] N-not that I'm scared?! I'll fucking do it, but you can't just ... !
[ All that yanking at his hoodie's not only stretching the fabric, but also tugging it where it sits against his body. If Narumi looks back, he might spot the way it's come off one shoulder, exposing where Fuuta's T-shirt underneath is practically plastered against his body with sweat, damp and dark. But also ... Fuuta's face flushes hotter as he tugs down the hem of his hoodie, trying real hard not to visibly walk funny as he tries to keep pace.
-- it's gotta be the food, he tells himself. It's purely the food. It's not that the sensation of an obnoxious asshat like Narumi practically yanking his clothes off him sends a little tingle down his spine. ]
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Narumi that is, not Fuuta himself. He does glance back and notice that the boy has made himself into a fabric onion, and really made himself something to unwrap here. Fortunately for him, a little sweat has never grossed him out at all, but the promising of peeling it off feels more enticing than it should given at a glance Fuuta doesn't look like he's got anything really worth seeing under all of that.
Maybe it's more the action than the view... Narumi will overthink it later, for now he's going to run with his instincts like he usually does.
The stammering and the questioning gets a cocky little smirk from Narumi as he looks back at the young man. ]
We're going to play our own little game of chicken, but I think a guy like you will want to play it somewhere more private.
[ And honestly, so will Narumi. He lets the implication sit heavy in his words as he looks away from Fuuta, scanning the beach for a particularly peaceful looking cabana. ]
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[ He'd die before admitting it, but when his heat-addled (in more ways than one) brain connects the dots, his first reaction is relief. Because hey -- that means there's going to be a solution to the roiling heat starting to build up in his guts, right? Thank god.
Maybe letting his guard down is a mistake, because the moment he starts letting his mind accept what's going to happen, the heat only seems to build up faster. Already, he itches to touch and be touched, to feel skin against his own, to breed, and he can't help the tinge of hunger that creeps into his voice when he swallows thickly, then takes a deep breath.
Another mistake: he just can't shut up when he's ahead(-ish). ]
... heh. [ A bleary little smirk as he stumbles forward another step to keep up with Narumi. ] That stuff got you bad, huh. You couldn't even eat it that well, but you're being all ... impatient 'cause of it. That's so lame.
[ Is it a smart idea goading along the guy he's stumbling into a cabana with? Probably not! But also, how can he resist it, given how fucking annoying Narumi's been so far? ]
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A few beautiful seconds of satisfaction, before Narumi's reaching up to press his hand against the back of Fuuta's neck, now dragging him along faster and more directly in a display of petty force to that spot-on teasing. ]
Let's see who ends up looking lame by the end of this.
[ It's going to be Narumi. He's absolutely going to be the loser in this scenario. May Fuuta enjoy his quickly impending W as Narumi drags him up the flimsy wooden staircase to a structure that looks both deserted (perfect) and unlocked (even better!). ]
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-- then he gives a sharp yelp at the squeeze of Narumi's palm against the back of his neck, that warm contact against sensitive, sweaty, already-heated skin making electricity crackle down his spine. Fuuta almost trips over his own feet with his next step before finding his balance, stumbling along until they finally burst into the privacy of the cabana.
Fuuta barely wastes a second breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing they have the place to themselves, before snagging a hand into Narumi's clothes, tugging at him as he blurts out, ]
Hurry up, then. Get to it already.
[ It's not like he's attracted to this guy in any way? He truly isn't. But, like, he's warm and physical and solid to the touch, and that alone feels like more than enough to overload his nerves at the moment. Like back when he'd actually had those stupid rabbit ears, his body is utterly ravenous for intimacy, begging to touch and be touched, and Fuuta takes a shallow breath before starting to tug Narumi towards the bed in the corner. Pausing only to rip open a drawer (empty) and then a second one (jackpot, full of toys and condoms and lube) to snag a bottle on the way there.
As he rolls himself onto the bed, trying to drag Narumi along, he might notice that yes, Fuuta is already hard, the front of his beach shorts tented. His voice comes a little breathy when he mutters, ]
C'mon, make me look lame, or whatever.
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The demands to hurry up match well with his own frantic need to get his hands on as much skin as possible, and the way Fuuta can't stop himself from tugging Narumi to the bed lets everything click into place nicely for the older man.
Teasing is a hard thing to do right now, but Narumi finds he still has the willpower to manage to put up some resistance to Fuuta's attempt at a hurried pace, holding himself back as Fuuta tries to drag him forward, and climbing on the bed with faux languid disinterest instead.
The smirk that starts to creep up his face when he notices the tent isn't meant to be particular sexy either, it's goading and gloating at the same time. ]
Tough news for you, kid.
[ A hand reaches over to grab at the waistband of Fuuta's trunks, and he pulls down sharply, though not necessarily working with the natural (lack of) curves of Fuuta's body as much as making jerky motions to force the material off. It cannot possibly be the sexiest way anyone has ever disrobed Fuuta before. ]
You already look lame right now.
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Haa?
[ Of course the teasing, combined with that pretense at languid disinterest, promptly have Fuuta baring his teeth in a little growl, even as heat flickers in the pit of his stomach. ]
The hell's even your problem, you -- ow! [ Except his protest cuts off with a little yelp when the waistband of his swim trunks first snag against the sharp angle of his hipbone, digging into his waist. ] -- wait, don't just pull it, gimme a -- ow, ow! [ Each additional tug just has the fabric scuffing against his skin, and Fuuta yowls loudly before shoving sharply at Narumi to disengage for a moment. ] -- stop, I'll do it myself! What the hell!
[ But still. Even as he says that, just stripping down and revealing how hard he already is is an embarrassment he doesn't want to endure alone, so. Fuuta shoots Narumi a stare even as he scoots back out of arms reach to start shimmying out of his swim trunks: ]
And let's see how unlame you look, then. Prove you're so much better than me, dumbass.
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Though while Fuuta probably does have every right to complain about what a piss poor job Narumi is doing with this, it doesn't stop him from giving the boy an exasperated look. It's just a little fabric; how bad can it possibly hurt?
Decently depending where it gets caught on and starts chafing, but he's not thinking about that right now as he sits back on the balls of his feet to let Fuuta finish the stripping. ]
If you're saying prove I'm not hard, then you got me there, but it's not you being hard that makes you look lame right now.
[ Saying that, Narumi moves to stand up on the bed. He's just as quick to tug down his own trunks as he was to try and get Fuuta's off, but having more familiarity with his own body makes this process a lot harder, and--
Wow, he wasn't kidding about being hard at all, though he doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed of it. ]
It's your desperation.
[ He says like sweat isn't beading at the back of his neck right now in need to pounce on Fuuta. It's a lot of pride still at play keeping him standing still, tall and proud (in more ways than one) right now. ]
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But that's for later.
For now, Fuuta swallows thickly, his gaze clearly drawn to Narumi's very obvious hard-on for a moment before dragging back upwards to shoot him a dirty look. ]
Who said I'm desperate?
[ Too bad his own actions are undermining his words. His movements are a little hasty when he does ease his own trunks down, fingers snagging briefly on the waistband before finding purchase, and his own cock rests hard against his thigh when he shoves his clothing off and out of the way. His words, too, come a little too breathless and stuttered to be totally convincing. ]
I just wanna get this over with, 'cause you know this stuff's gonna wear off as soon as we ... [ fuck ] deal with it. It's a reasonable thing to want, you dumbass.
[ He's antsy, though, thighs tense as he shifts to sit back on the mattress a bit and fingers groping across the bedsheets as he struggles to keep his mind from picturing what's coming up next. It's part just an attempt to play strong, but also part genuine impatience when Fuuta grabs up the bottle of lube to hurl at Narumi to catch as he snaps, ] -- so get on with it already.
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The difference between them is that Narumi isn't ready to accept something soft and adoring, and would bolt from it the first time it was offered to him. A boy who spent a lifetime seeking negative attention because it was at least some kind of attention isn't ready for real affection.
This snarly, snappy little thing in front of him is a good start though. No love lost between them, just some mutual lust, and a desire to quickly get off before getting out of each other's hair.
The look Fuuta gives his body has Narumi's smile pulling wider, more vicious before his gaze even returns to Narumi's face. What a dogshit, obvious bluff that was.
Without waiting for more of Fuuta's excuses, he drops back down onto his knees, letting the whole bed shake with his weight for a moment, before moving forward towards Fuuta, and--
Stopping short as the bottle of lube is tossed his way. His reflexes are good, automatic even. His hand snaps up to snag the bottle out of the air immediately, only realizing what he grabbed as he looks down at it, and that's true... something like this would make the act a lot easier.
The thing is that when Narumi pops the cap open, he's not spreading the stuff on his fingers, he's sitting back to squirt a generous glob directly on his own cock, making just the slightest face at the cold sensation. It's not enough to deter him though, and as he reaches down to smear it around, it's warming up quickly enough.
He'll at least engage in a little banter as he gets what is clearly all of the needed prep work out of the way. ]
Try mouthing off like that without drooling at the sight of me next time.
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It doesn’t help, either, that the skewer’s influence has reached an unpleasant and unpleasantly familiar boil — its distressingly reminiscent of the heat that had overwhelmed him back during that springtime game, where he’d really been reduced to some animal hungry to breed. Obnoxious or not, Narumi is still a warm body placed before him, and his nerves feel itchy with the urge to lunge forth and press up against him, to rut and be rutted into. The next stroke of Narumi’s hand yields the obscene, slick noise of lube against hard flesh, and Fuuta shudders visibly, giving a wobbly exhale as he thoughtlessly rubs his thighs together. His own cock is starting to ache a little, and it’s less surreptitious than he thinks it is when he doubles over a little, trying to get it to rub against his thigh for a little stimulation. No wonder his words come wobbly when he snaps, ]
Who’s drooling over anything, you self-important prick?! [ So he says, but his words do come a little wet, followed by a hard swallow. He’d never admit it, but some perverse corner of his mind urges him to duck forward to wrap his lips around that hard length, and he has to clutch at the bedsheets until his nails are digging into his palms to still himself. ] You’re not even the biggest I’ve seen around here, so stop showing off.
[ Because that’s what this is, right? This showboating and rubbing his dick down with lube? That’s just trying to brag before starting the actual prep … right? (Why is he getting a weirdly bad feeling about this.) ]
Are you done yet? C’mon, get on with it already.
[ That demand, accompanied by an impatient paf of the hand against the mattress as he stiffly spreads his legs a notch is meant to signal for Narumi to either start fingering him, or to hand over the lube so he can do it himself. But maybe to a poorly trained eye, it can also look like an invitation to go ahead, already. Whoops. ]
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Flushed and fuzzy-headed with his own desire though he is, Narumi thinks he could almost get used to something like this, someone hot and bothered and despite the non-sexual tongue lashing he's getting, someone who is sitting back and waiting for Narumi to take control here. This feels more right than some of what he's encountered before, and a small shiver of anticipation runs up his spine.
He's never liked feeling weak or at someone else's mercy, but there's a strange comfort in feeling like the predatory creature that not even a rabbit skewer can override in him. Building up the urge to breed another shivery little rabbit under him? Sure, but he's showing metaphorical fangs here as he moves closer to hover over the boy. He doesn't look remotely bothered even as he offers a small tsk of disapproval at Fuuta's demands. ]
No one ever taught you patience, did they?
[ As if he's one to talk about not being taught manners.
Ah well, whatever. He'll place one slick hand on Fuuta's hip, managing to get a good hold despite the lube coating his fingers from rubbing it all over his cock, and jerks Fuuta forward so he's pressed flush against Narumi's own hips. A shuddery breath tumbles out of his lip before the tip of his tongue darts out to swipe across the bottom one.
There's still time for Fuuta to stop this though, if he has an inkling about what's happening here. He can pull back or throw up a hand to demand that Narumi not do what he's about to do next.
However, if he doesn't come to his senses in time, well... they're so close to each other right now, and Narumi's always had pretty spectacular aim. He'll be sliding himself in regardless of the resistance he comes up against. ]
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But could he be blamed for it? Even if Narumi is an obnoxious, loud mouthed, annoying, showboaty asshole, in this moment, he’s exactly what Fuuta desperately wants — a warm body eager and willing to breed with him. Fuuta had scowled in displeasure at that comment about his impatience, but all that irritation melts the moment he feels a hand grabbed at his hip, pulling him forward; his thighs are so tense they’re almost trembling where they’re spread to make room for Narumi to slide forward. And though his is gaze drawn upward by that peek of wet tongue, his mind spiraling wildly with thoughts of how badly he wants that tongue on his body …
he retains just enough coherence that the moment the head of Narumi’s cock touches against his (still very tight, completely dry, completely unprepared) asshole, he promptly yowls like a startled cat and darts back across the bed so hastily he whacks into the headboard. ]
Wha — [ Give him a sec, the impact wasn’t that hard, but just hard to make him sound a little breathless when he screeches, ] — what the fuck, are you fucking insane?! Gimme that!
[ So thoroughly flabbergasted by that thwarted attempt to split him open dry, Fuuta doesn’t hesitate for a second before snatching the lube up from where Narumi had left it. With sheer baffled anger (and horny desperation) powering him, he doesn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed about simply flipping the lid open and sitting back to squeeze a liberal amount down over himself, letting it slip down his cock, over his groin, dripping down over his entrance. ]
Here! I meant here! This is where you gotta — have you never done this before?! Fuck — or even watched porn?! [ Fuuta gives a furious huff before throwing the bottle of lube back at Narumi’s face, baring his teeth in a snarl. It makes for a hilarious contrast against the way he impatiently slips two fingers into himself, ignoring the slight strain as he starts impatiently working himself open. ] I would’ve been fucking bleeding if you just went in like that, you moron! Is that what you’re into?!
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Though not enough that he apparently knows the right way to do anal.
He's not so gone on the need to breed that he can't find what happened funny. Inconvenient to him for sure, given that need is very much there, but still funny enough to get a snort of laughter out of him as Fuuta's angry lecturing starts. It's kind of impressive watching a guy look indignant while fingering himself open like this, and he's not sure if he finds the sight funnier or more arousing.
Either way the lube thumps harmlessly on the bed behind him as Narumi ducks to the side to avoid getting beamed by it, gaze not leaving Fuuta for a second as he keeps up his berating. ]
Who knows? I haven't done a whole lot of this before.
[ He doesn't look remotely ashamed to admit his own lack of experience. Apparently it's obvious now that he's failed to finger fuck the guy in front of him first. He doesn't see why he couldn't just shove a dick in considering it was already lubed up, but fine. ]
Hey, gimme a try.
[ And in a display of real tact and appropriate behavior, he points directly to Fuuta's slowly opening hole. ]
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And having reached that (perhaps unfair) conclusion about Narumi on his own, of course he reacts with a suspicious squint when Narumi offers -- or rather, demands to help. ]
... what d'you mean, 'gimme a try.' Don't go saying it like I'm some gadget you wanna try fiddling around with.
[ Truly, the lack of eroticism in their dialogue in both directions is incredible ... record-setting levels of unsexiness for a pre-sex conversation. But still. As antsy as he's starting to feel, it's not just sex itself that he's wanting. It's the warmth of another person's body, the touch of skin on skin that he wants as well, and Fuuta purses his lips in consideration for a moment before reluctantly slipping his fingers out. ]
Fine. [ Said grudgingly, though it's followed by a hoarse breath. Wanting. ] But use a lot of lube. A lot. [ The bed creaks when he awkwardly sits back, bracing his weight on his arms so he can spread his legs a little bit for easier access. Is it embarrassing taking this position? Absolutely. But those skewers have his blood roiling so hot that, at least in the moment, hunger trumps shame. ] And you better not go too rough. I'm going to kick you in the face if you make it hurt on purpose.
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That the stretch and prep work is part of it is definitely from lack of consuming much gay porn, though in Narumi's defense (maybe), he's also consumed a pretty minimal amount of straight porn either for a man his age. He'd watched things before, sure, because sometimes even a guy like him needs to crank one out so he can focus and get on with his day, but he doesn't watch a lot.
Any hentai he's stuck with reading to the end has also rarely involved more than one human in it, but he's not going to fess up to having read monster and robot fucking stories.
Those aren't particularly helpful in this situation anyways, because Fuuta is neither a robot or a monster, so he'll just have to take this as a hands on learning experience with a particularly yappy teacher.
Fuuta just gets an obnoxious grin in response to being treated like a gadget to be fiddled with, because that is exactly how Narumi is looking at this situation right now. But look, he does acknowledge the guy is a real person with nerve endings and all of that, so he will oblige by squirting an absolutely obscene amount of lube onto his right hand. ]
Are you even flexible enough to manage that when I'm this close?
[ Just one last little rude jab as he shifts positions again to make himself comfortable and--
Well, with all the lube that's on his fingers it probably doesn't hurt, but he does just kind of slide a finger in there quick and without any foreplay. No teasing the entrance, no sloooowly sliding in to try and find the spot that had Fuuta squirming, just a quick jut in with his finger, and an equally quick slide out that probably feels weirder than it does pleasant. ]
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He'd been waiting nervously after sitting back, hand clenched into a clammy fist and toes twisting into the bedsheets below, even taking a nervous little exhale when Narumi reached forward for him, fingers dripping with lube. Like, fingering someone competently isn't that hard, right? He's not expecting it to be masterful or anything. Just -- fine. Passable. This guy can manage that much, right?
Apparently not!
There's the quick slide in, and then an equally quick slide out, accompanied by the weird slicking noise of lube. That's it. And Fuuta just shoots Narumi an utterly exasperated death stare before snapping, loudly, ]
You suck at this! [ Accompanied by a slap aimed at Narumi's outstretched hand, smacking it away from himself. If it weren't the skewer's influence keeping his libido cranked to a fever pitch, he wouldn't hesitate a second in just getting dressed and walking out right fucking now, honestly. ] Are you kiddi -- how the hell are you so bad at this! I'm not an elevator button you're trying to push! Ugh, forget it, you're no help at all!
[ Besides -- the rabbit heat boiling in his guts is starting to grow almost unbearable, gnawing at him more and more with each second he fails to sate it. It's bad enough that he's starting to squirm a little, his own cock so hard that it's aching potently, and Fuuta bites his lip as he hastily fingers himself just once more, dragging his fingers against his inner walls before withdrawing. His voice is down to a hoarse mutter, words coming almost wobbly with impatient as he slurs, ]
Just ... just hurry up and do it, okay. [ The bed creaks beneath him as Fuuta awkwardly rolls over, shuffling on his knees so he can brace himself against the headboard of the bed. It's ... actually kind of embarrassing, being in this position! But he doesn't want to have to look at this guy's annoying face during the deed, and he's too worked up to let his pride get in the way. His face is flushed hot when he braces his hands against the bedframes and glances back over his shoulder, equal parts jittery and impatient. ] C'mon, hurry up already.
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If any other person had walked by right now, Fuuta would have another option, but unfortunately the two of them had decided to go to a secluded location where Fuuta's only immediate option is the deeply inept man in front of him right now. It means he's forced to finger himself open in a hurry, roll himself over into a compromising position, and angry beg for what he probably already suspects will be the most mediocre dick he's ever experienced. ]
You get even bossier when you're this horny, huh?
[ The good news is this: Narumi's cock is thicker than his fingers. He's not working with some sort of abnormally large hentai dick here, but it's a perfectly serviceable, perfectly average cock, and as he moves to line himself up behind Fuuta now, pressing the head of his cock into Fuuta's entrance, he will drag along Fuuta's walls as he presses in.
The bad news is that, probably expected, Narumi's got no sense of rhythm or pacing for this. He's going at it quick and jerky right out of the gate instead of working up to something that would actually be more pleasant for both of them. It's probably more enjoyable than the fingering, but there's no way it's the best sex that Fuuta's ever had here at the Golden Peacock by a country mile. ]
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Then the first jerky thrust almost rams him into the headboard.
Fuuta just barely manages to brace himself before his sternum whacks into the hard wood. A good thing, because that definitely would have taken him out of commission for a half-hour minimum. Or -- maybe that would have been more merciful, actually? ]
Nnh, wai -- [ Though he manages to keep his chest clear of the headboard by locking his arms as best as he can, that doesn't make the rest of all this any more pleasant! There's no rhythm to the movements jostling him, the drive of Narumi's cock inside him coming both too quick and too shallow, and Fuuta flinches when the next thrust goes deep without warning. A move that could probably be mistaken for a jolt of pleasure, except Fuuta's grunt is definitely one of discomfort, not joy. ] -- wait, not like that, you dumbass --
[ Then Narumi pulls almost all the way out, earning a startled jerk; Fuuta ducks his head as he tries to adjust, only for the next thrust in to have him bonking his head against the headboard. Erotic. ]
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Not until he hears that loud, echoing thunk of Fuuta's head slamming into the headboard.
Narumi stills now, his cock buried deeply inside of Fuuta as he leans forward to look over Fuuta's shoulder down towards his low hanging head. ]
Hey... what are you doing?
[ And this man really has the audacity to talk to Fuuta like Fuuta is the one at fault for his head being bumped like that. ]
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Fuuta needs a moment to recover from that head-bonk. It's not so hard that it's going to leave a bump, and he's still perfectly lucid, but he still needs the recovery time just so he doesn't blow a gasket while this asshole's still inside him. He ends up huffing out a hard exhale past gritted teeth before looking over his shoulder to snarl, ]
-- I'm trying to tolerate how bad you are at this!
[ How convenient for Narumi that Fuuta's body tightens up as he yells, his muscles clenching harder each time he spits out another furious word. ]
You're supposed to start slow! Not just -- go right into it?! Are you doing this on purpose?! This can't even feel good for you like this!
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What are you talking about? Sounds boring, doesn't it? Why not just get straight to the good stuff?
[ As if this is the good stuff. It doesn't feel bad for him per se, but the fact that he can hold this normal conversation clearly shows it's not exactly mind blowing either. The copious lube Fuuta demanded does a good job of keeping the slide nice and steady though, and the tightening does at least have his breath hitching ever so slightly. ]
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You think it's about -- [ a shallow thrust, by sheer luck, happens to ram into his prostate, and Fuuta's voice cuts off with a breathless yip. Followed by an uncomfortable groan when Narumi goes right back to sucking. ] -- it's not about being boring, you ass! You think there's anything good about what you're doing right now?!
[ Actually, that one thrust that happened to hit the right spot only makes this worse, because now he's been further worked up with nowhere for that arousal to go. It sure has his insides pulsing hot around Narumi's cock in want, but that does nothing for his own pleasure. This is truly the worst. ]
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... He is, however, the first man specifically that Narumi has had penetrative sex with here. ... Or anywhere. It really does explain a lot about why he thought he could just stick it in unlubricated and without any prep work. Sexual acts that involve hands or mouths certainly don't need the same kind of careful work to cut down the friction, and assuming a woman can get wet despite Narumi's horrific personality, then that's not much of a worry either.
Fuuta just had the misfortune of being a first of some sort for Narumi, and the man didn't seem to care too much about taking the time to learn to do this properly. He can blame the bunny in his system for making him too desperate to take it slow, but the truth of the matter is he'd be like this regardless. ]
Feels plenty good to me.
[ And isn't what that matters the most? He folds over Fuuta's body further, his long bangs brushing over Fuuta's back as his forehead threatens to press down against the expanse of skin there.
Fuuta can take comfort in one thing and one thing only, Narumi might be talking normally, but his breath is starting to speed up into a light panting sound. The tell that he's working himself up to a finish soon is subtle, but there. If he just grits his teeth and bears it for another half a minute or so, he'll probably be free of this inept man's unsatisfying thrusts. ]
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-- anyway, he's learning now that sex bad enough to merit online shittalking very much exists. And he is being subject to it right now. ]
Yeah, and it only feels good for you, jackass!
[ That's not entirely true. Between the skewers' effects and the periodic, random thrust that manages to brush past his sweet spot, his cock's still wobbling half-hard from the jerky movements. But in a way that's even worse than if he'd gone completely soft; the hope that maybe things might get a little better keeps him from just disengaging and leaving.
Embarrassingly, when he feels those quickened breaths glossing against his back, Fuuta's first bleary thought is that feels kind of nice. The heat, and the tactile sensation of skin on skin. God, this could feel so good if it was someone else. -- but alas, it isn't! His bunny-poisoned brain does realize afterwards that at least it sounds like this won't last much longer, and so Fuuta grits his teeth as he endures.
He's definitely not going to be getting off like this, which means in petty payback, he refuses to let any more escape him until this is done. ]
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