TDM 05

[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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ 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!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[the_roman]

The sensation of the ring around his cock is -- odd. Not painful, nor even exactly uncomfortable, but not comfortable, either. It feels like having someone squeeze his cock just a bit tighter than he would to bring himself off. When he glances down, the sight of the ring, and his cock dark with blood compared to Loki's pale, clever fingers, makes him swallow roughly.

"'Sall right," he confirms. When he lifts his gaze back to Loki's face, his eyes are so dark they're almost black.

The question of trust, he leaves aside for now. Not because he doesn't trust Loki with his body -- if he didn't, he wouldn't have had Loki's cock down his throat, even briefly. Saying so feels like another layer of vulnerability, though, one he hesitates to strip away yet. Actions ought to be as loud as words in this case, though, he figures.

"I am behaving, aren't I," he continues, letting a hint of sullen embarrassment into his tone. "I can behave just as well on my feet as on my knees."

Not that he'd mind being put back on his knees.

[abit_ofboth]

If there’s one thing Loki has always enjoyed, whether it be during sex or any other activity, it is watching people. He likes to see how they react to what he does and Alan, so far, has been a delight. It’s rare these things come together so well so quickly and Loki plans on enjoying every last second of it.

“Colour?” Alan’s words lead him to believe it is likely green, but Loki wants to maintain their structure. It is no good to set a rule in place only to immediately discard it.

Loki does not expect an answer about the trust, but he did want to put the idea out there. He is well aware of how hard it is to gain trust, partly because he does not trust so easily himself. He actually respects Alan even more for not answering.

“Yes, so far. Beautifully actually. I do hope it continues.” Loki smiles slyly at him as if he expects these boundaries might be pushed. “Okay then, on the bed, on your knees face down, arms out in front of you.”

[the_roman]

"Green," Alan says, nodding. The cock ring may not be as pleasurable as Loki's hand, but it isn't painful.

And it does rather highlight the way Alan's cock twitches again at the instruction. He glances across the room towards the bed. It's a huge, luxurious thing, frothy with pillows and silky sheets and gilt details that echo the gold laurels twining Alan's limbs. The headboard is intricately wrought wood that may or may not have been designed with restraints in mind: certainly there are enough gaps and curlicues between the posts to satisfy a creative deviant with a bit of rope, or someone who just wants a handhold during rigorous activity.

Alan's first instinct on being given a direction is to pull out another make me. He finds himself moving towards the bed instead. He doesn't want another disorienting spell cast on him, he rationalizes -- and he's ravenously curious what Loki will do to him next. For the look of the thing, he does drag his feet, and wen he gets onto the bed he gives Loki another petulant look over his shoulder. When he settles onto his haunches and puts his hands out in front of him, he's stretching the definition of "face down": his back is bowed forward, but it's less child's pose and more just ... sitting.

[abit_ofboth]

“Excellent.” Loki smiles, almost like he’s proud and he supposes in a way, he is. It’s nice to see how quickly Alan has come along with this new rule.

Besides, the ring looks lovely on him.

It’s not Loki’s first time in one of these elaborate suites, but it also isn’t a room he’s familiar with. He can appreciate the sheer size of the bed though, and Alan is not the only one to admire the possible uses of that headboard. He just hopes it’s as sturdy as it appears as he has every intention of putting it to the test.

As Loki follows Alan to the bed, the remainder of his own clothing disappears in a shimmer of green. His own erection stands up, hitting his navel, the red of the head near brushing his own navel, though if you were to look at Loki’s face, he might appear calm and unbothered.

He watches Alan get into position (if he could really call it that) and waits a moment before approaching. With a gentle touch, he slides one hand down Alan’s back and over his ass before he starts to manually manipulate him into the position he wants. He’ll start by trying to spread his legs further, giving him a sturdier base and if Alan doesn’t fight him on that, he’ll move on to try and position his arms in front of him.

As he works, he says nothing, but Alan might notice him humming softly under his breath.

[the_roman]

Alan inhales audibly when Loki's clothing disappears. It's partly for the magic. Loki seems to cast spells without even thinking about it, a far cry from the intricate, focused cradling Alan has seen magicians do.

And it's partly -- largely -- for the sight of Loki naked. He's more obviously muscled with the clothes off, and Christ, he's hard. Alan's gaze can't settle, going from Loki's cock to chest to thighs to face. That complete, casual calm on his face.

When Loki touches him, Alan shivers like a colt. He doesn't resist being moved, being positioned just so for Loki's pleasure. His concession to brattiness is keeping his face turned so he can see at least some of what's going on, even when Loki guides his arms out to fold him forward.

Well, that, and a little snarky commentary.

"Singing while you work?"

[abit_ofboth]

That is a very astute observation. Loki is not like the magicians of earth, the few he knows of anyway. His magic is ingrained and though he did have to study, that had been more about learning control than learning spells.

Perhaps sometime they will talk magic together, but right now it is the furthest thing from Loki's mind. He's much more interested in the look on Alan's face. A smirk plays on Loki's lips as he takes in the young man's gaze as it trails over his body. Loki does rather like the attention.

When Alan turns his face away while Loki manipulates him into the position he prefers, the smirk turns to a full smile. He might not be able to see the emotions he guesses are playing on Alan's face, but he can guess. It's in his body language, in how he allows Loki to move him into position.

"Hmmm, yes," Loki says, voice low as he runs a hand down Alan's back and over his ass. "But only when I enjoy my work." His hand continues to run over Alan's body, back up his back, over his arms, and back down over his sides. All that expanse of skin is irresistible. He wants to run his tongue over every inch of his skin almost as much as he wants to cut to the chase and simply fuck him into the overly soft mattress.

[the_roman]

Alan sucks in a breath as Loki's hand runs over his arse; another shiver runs down his spine, impossible to hide. He digs his fingers into the covers to stave off the urge to arch his back and present himself more wantonly.

"You do t-take--" His backtalk stutters when Loki runs his touch over Alan's arms. Not a spot Alan would have expected to send sparks to his cock. Something about the position, with arms outstretched like this, makes them feel vulnerable, like an exposed secret. How often does a man touch the bare, soft inside of your elbow, after all?

"--take your sweet bloody time about it, don't you."

[abit_ofboth]

There’s something about how Alan continually tries to resist the pleasure he’s clearly feeling that makes Loki want to draw this out more. It’s becoming clear just how much the younger man wants this, no matter what he says. Loki becomes convinced he can break him down and have him screaming his name in pleasure by the time they’re done here.

“Works of art take time.” Loki doesn’t try to hide the emotion in his own voice when he speaks. He makes it very clear that he likes what he sees and that he is very much going to enjoy everything they do, no matter how bratty Alan thinks he might be.

If anything, the brattiness just makes everything better for Loki.

His hands continue to touch, covering all of Alan’s skin over and over again as he makes note of the most sensitive areas. Loki is somewhat surprised by the reaction to the inside of the elbow area and can’t help but place an almost chaste kiss to the same spot, hoping he has not gone too far and that the no kissing is only for lips. Perhaps it could just be a test on using the colours though.

“Besides. I think you like that I am taking my time.”

[the_roman]

Alan inhales softly for the kiss to his elbow; Loki's lips on his skin make him imagine Loki's mouth elsewhere, and his cock throbs. How can the man tell him only my orgasms matter and then spend all this time touching Alan -- not letting or making Alan touch him? Bastard.

Heat rises in his cheeks, first at the term works of art and then at being called out for enjoying it. "No call to be smug about it," he grumbles into the covers, shifting -- not quite a squirm -- and settling again.

[abit_ofboth]

Honestly, Loki wouldn’t mind putting his mouth anywhere Alan might want, but that isn’t the theme of today’s session. He still plans on making his own pleasure the priority, it just so happens that the thing he finds most pleasurable is getting Alan to react.

“Oh, but I could be so much more smug.” There’s clear amusement in Loki’s tone now. He’s definitely still going to use Alan for his own desires, but that doesn’t mean he has to be mean the whole time, does it? Besides, he wants Alan to be relaxed.

Given that he gets such a nice reaction from the kiss to his arm, Loki begins kissing further up his arm and over his shoulder, his mouth now following the path his hands take. By the time he’s ready to take him, he wants Alan to be a shivering mess of want.

[the_roman]

"No bloody doubt," Alan says. There's a moan hiding in the corners of his voice now, as Loki using his mouth brings him into closer contact with Alan. Alan wants more: more of mouth and hands, more of Loki's body pressed against him, more of that cock he was sucking not so long ago.

At least he's getting some of that. And the effect is clear, and growing. The longer Loki spends caressing him, the harder it becomes to sit still and maintain the illusion of reluctance. The ring on his cock makes him all too aware of every throb of his heart, too. Alan turns his face towards the covers and arches towards Loki's mouth, his breathing getting steadily deeper. "Christ."

[abit_ofboth]

Alan’s response causes Loki to chuckle, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. Now that they have a bit of an agreement of how this is going, Loki doesn’t feel the need to be so restrictive. Though that will change quickly if Alan stops behaving.

Besides, it is clear that the other man is enjoying this and Loki definitely wants to hear more than just an edge of a moan.

“Tell me Alan, if you had a say, what do you wish I would do to you right now.” Loki punctuates his words with a nip to Alan’s hip, his teeth lightly grazing over his skin as he trails a hand down over his ass, a finger dragging down along in between his cheeks, but not staying long enough to do much of anything yet.

If Alan is a bit of a brat sometimes, then Loki is definitely a tease.

[the_roman]

Alan's breath hitches at the nip, and then rasps in deeply when Loki's finger parts his cheeks. He feels his cock twitch against his stomach.

"Fuck." This is, partly, an answer, but it's mostly an unstoppable expression of frustration. "You want me to ask? You want me to beg you to--" His mind whirls, grabs onto dialogue that's both too melodramatic for real life and too crude for a pamphlet. "--have your wicked way with my sodding arsehole?"

He starts to sit up, the better to glare at Loki. If he were in this position with Jack, he might try and physically escape, secure in the knowledge that Jack would be happy to grab him and pin him. He's less sure of Loki, though -- for all that their tastes seem deliciously in step with each other, they're strangers.

But if he's hesitant to provoke Loki physically, he has no compunction about using his words.

"Not enough for you to buy me like a piece of meat, is it? You want me to ask to be served up for dinner and say thank you for every bite you take out of me."

Hm. Bit more cannibalistic than he'd intended, but the imagery feels about right. And his cock twitches again, and his breathing is heavy, lest there be any doubts that he likes the humiliation of being complicit in his own ravishing.

"Entitled bastard."

[abit_ofboth]

Alan can complain all he wants, but Loki is onto him. He knows exactly how much Alan is enjoying this and that only encourages Loki to continue down this path.

“Well, that is not precisely how I would have put it, but yes that is exactly what I want.” Loki’s tone is almost annoyingly jovial, but he thinks maybe that will only improve the situation. It seems Alan very much likes the way things are going so far at least. Despite what he might say.

“Uh-uh,” Loki tisks as Alan moves to sit up. He places a firm but gentle hand on his back and encourages him to get back into position. “Did I say you could move?”

Ignoring Alan’s comments about being served up for the moment, he waits until he complies, his hand holding him from sitting up further until he returns to the position Loki set him in and relaxes again.

“I am afraid you will have to try harder than that if you wish to insult me. Though please do keep it up if you wish to leave here hard and unsatisfied.”

[the_roman]

Alan stubbornly resists being moved, for almost a minute; each deep breath presses his back against Loki's hand. When he finally does allow himself to be laid down again, he lets out a frustrated groan against the covers.

"I think you like me insulting you."

[abit_ofboth]

Patience is not always a virtue that Loki possesses, but he finds himself quite willing to wait in this situation. When Alan finally settles, he runs a soothing hand down his back.

“Yes, well, I do suppose I enjoy your creativity. It will also make it more satisfying when I reduce your vocabulary to only being able to scream my name.”

As he speaks, he once again slides a hand down Alan’s ass, though this time he stops at his goal and dances one long slender finger teasingly around his entrance. “Now, what do you say, are you ready to proceed?”

[the_roman]

Alan's breath snags again. He arches his back without thinking, trying to give Loki better access, trying to gain a little more sensation. When his breath goes out, it goes out in a moan that turns into shaky laughter.

"Oh you smug sack of horseshit tease," he says in a rush -- inhales like a swimmer coming up for air. "Entitled, selfish, gorgeous fucking arsehole."

He feels the word worming up his throat and lets it out this time, even though it makes his cheeks burn to give into it. "Please."

[abit_ofboth]

In the almost year Loki has spent in the Hotel, he’s never had anyone react quite like Alan is now. And he absolutely loved it. If this is how their first time is going, Loki can only imagine how much better it will be when he gets to know him better.

One of the things he’s finding he likes best about Alan is his mouth. Such creativity when cursing him out! Loki laughs, but does not stop the movement of his hands, slowly teasing until he hears the one word he’s looking for.

“That’s a good boy.” Perhaps those words could be taken as condescending, but it’s not the tone he uses. There’s a quick wisp of magic and Loki’s fingers are suitably lubed. He does not wait a moment longer before pressing one lone slick finger inside.

[the_roman]

Imagine the kind of insults he might be able to conjure once they know each other.

Alan whimpers, "Fuck off." He doesn't even notice the magic, for a wonder; his mind simply fills in the gap, jumping to the conclusion that Loki must have found oil at some point when he wasn't paying attention. And who cares where it came from, anyway? All that matters is the easy slide of Loki's finger, a sensation with enough pressure behind it to feel halfway satisfying after all the maddening caresses that preceded it.

For all the ways that Loki reminds Alan of Jack, his hands feel noticeably different here. Slimmer, more dexterous, a slightly lesser stretch with just one finger inside him. Alan doesn't want to think about Jack, though. He doesn't want to think, full stop. Groaning, he pushes back towards Loki in transparent need.

[abit_ofboth]

Oh, he hopes he doesn’t want to imagine for long. Loki’s starting to think that the more creative Alan gets, the more he’s actually enjoying himself. That will probably take more testing though. Testing Loki is happy to be involved in.

What might be just as satisfying as Alan’s mouth, is the way he pushes back against him when he finally breaches him with his finger. It may have been clear that Alan is into everything they’ve done so far here, but the way he physically reacts to Loki’s touch really drives that home.

In quick succession, Loki adds a second and third finger, suddenly feeling just this side of desperate himself as he realizes just how much he’s enjoying this as well. He won’t take it too much further, only preparing him enough to not hurt him, but Loki does want him tight, wants to make sure they both feel everything.

[the_roman]

Finally, fucking finally. Alan whimpers again, lips parted against the covers, eyes squeezed shut as Loki works him open. He's never minded a bit of discomfort when he's getting fucked. If anything, the stretch and burn of being not-quite-ready adds to the feeling of overwhelm.

He isn't quite at that point of losing himself yet, though he's getting closer, thank God. The third finger pulls a deep, satisfied groan out of him, and a helpless shudder. He has to shift position a little to keep from grinding his cock against the bed: rutting, the writer's corner of his mind whispers in correction.

[abit_ofboth]

“Such lovely sounds you make.” Loki’s voice is low, just above a whisper as he admires Alan in his current state. He thought him handsome when he first saw him up on that stage, but this is so much better. He honestly hopes this isn’t a one time thing for them.

As Alan shifts, Loki hums satisfactorily as he removes his fingers and positions himself behind Alan. It seems the young man is not the only one becoming impatient. Loki places one hand on the small of Alan’s back while he grips his cock with the other, guiding it over Alan’s hole teasingly.

“Do not forget. You are not to move. You are mine to use however and for however long I deem necessary.” He doesn’t wait for a response this time and instead snaps his hips forward, driving in hard and deep on the first thrust.

[the_roman]

Alan makes a guttural noise, jolted forward by that thrust. His cock does rub against the bed -- he can feel wetness on the tip, dragged across the fine fabric -- and he bites his lip hard. The pain of his teeth give him something to focus on that isn't the pleasure of Loki taking him, or his own achingly hard prick.

Can the ring actually stop him from coming? He has no idea. All he knows is that Loki is fucking him like he really does own him, and it's glorious. Another thrust knocks another cry out of him, barely muffled by the bed.

[abit_ofboth]

Though he doubts it would stave off orgasm forever, Loki is confident that the ring will do its job and keep Alan hard and wanting for as long as Loki wants him to be. One thing he didn’t share with his partner though, is that once he does allow him to come, it will be far more intense than usual. Loki smiles to himself as he thinks about that and continues to drive into Alan at a hard and fast pace.

He wants Alan to call out with every deep thrust, wants to hear exactly how much he wants this. He hopes to hear him begging for release soon enough, even if Loki refuses to give it to him. No, no amount of begging will get him to allow Alan his pleasure any time soon. Loki plans on finishing in him more than once before he’ll consider such things.

After one particularly hard thrust, Loki keeps himself buried to the hilt as he presses himself down across Alan’s back. “I want to hear you. I want you to cry out so that our neighbours may know how well I have fucked you today.”

[the_roman]

Alan manages a harsh, helpless "Fuck." It might be that he intended to get all the way to fuck off or fuck you, but whatever it was, the last word is lost in a desperate inhale.

Loki's weight presses him into the bed. Panting, he pushes his hips back -- groans raggedly at the feel of Loki's prick inside him -- and pulls his elbows in underneath him for support. (The fact that Loki told him not to move only a few minutes ago has completely slipped his mind.) There's no way to escape, no chance of squirming free, nothing outside Loki's chest against his back and his cock in his arse and the pounding of their hearts.

Alan Ross stopped believing in God years ago. A childhood of Catholicism has carved deep channels in him, nevertheless, and moments like this feel like martyrdom. The ecstasy of saints, existing simultaneously in profaned bodies and heaven-bound souls. Who could keep himself from crying out, in such circumstances?

He clenches around Loki and moans again. "Fuck, yes."