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peacockstop2024-10-15 09:00 pm
TDM 06
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
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HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
▶ 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 October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.
▶ 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!
▶ 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.
▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
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Regardless, he's here to meet up with Tseng. Despite the thick haze of smoke, Reign easily spots the man himself, standing tall and unassuming, yet easily drawing the attention of one particular vampire. Sidling up to Tseng's side, Reign tilts his head and gives Tseng a cheeky smile. ] What made you decide to meet here?
[ A metallic scent catches his attention, and his gaze drops to the cocktail in Tseng's hand, brows furrowing. ] I don't think you should be drinking that. [ Did Tseng not know there's an additional sanguine "liquid" in his drink? ]
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now, when reign approaches, tseng nods and then lifts his cocktail glass in acknowledgement. ]
Hello, Reign. [ indeed, the cocktail is made of blood, and it's sweet of reign to worry about tseng consuming it. he does, however, lift the cup to take a sip, and then when he's swallowed he bares his teeth to let reign see the long, sharp incisors that now protrude from his teeth. ]
It seems the house has given me a gift I think you know best how to use, [ he says. ] As it turns out, I've become a vampire.
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Which is why he's utterly surprised to see Tseng taking a sip of his cocktail, eyes widening as the man reveals to him the reason behind it. ] Oh, wow...! You really are!
[ Of all the strange creatures to turn into, Reign has to admit that Tseng makes quite the
sexydashing vampire. It brings to mind the idle chats he had with Tseng many weeks ago, discussing roleplay ideas with the man. One of it involving two vampires embroiled in a taboo D/s relationship. ] It suits you amazingly well, Tseng! Were you turned by the moon's influence?no subject
No. I was changed by another resident, who was changed by the moon. [ and what a complicated thing that is. rufus the sire, and tseng the fledgeling. at least for now they're avoiding each other, so tseng doesn't have to split his attention away from reign.
he, too, remembers the things reign had told him about things he'd like to try, including roleplay, including vampirism. and while that wasn't entirely why tseng texted reign, he can't deny that it's on his mind, especially with all the debauchery going on around them. ]
I think I've more or less gotten my feet under me now, though, [ tseng adds. ] Still, I'm happy to hear any... ideas you may have.
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That must have been quite a startling change for you, and for the person who turned you. [ Reign can't imagine what it's like to be a different creature, attaining new traits, getting used to the unfamiliar body and all. It has Reign wondering what abilities Tseng may have gained that may be different from his own. ]
Oh? [ A mildly confused tilt of his head, though he's relieved to hear that Tseng is getting the hang of being a vampire. Then it clicks in him. ] O-oh! Ideas, eh? Ahem... I do have some.
[ Reign clears his throat as he glances at Tseng from the corner of his eyes, hands behind his back as he leans against the wall. ] Remember the scenario I told you recently? About two vampires in a— [ Twisted. ] —forbidden relationship, where one is being trained to rid themselves of such submissive desires.
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tseng smiles slightly as reign seems to put two and two together, following the suggestion to its conclusion, and as reign leans his back against the wall, tseng shifts to lean his shoulder as well, a position that lets him watch reign (and a position that is frankly possessive, should any other vampires start getting ideas). ]
I remember you mentioning it, yes, although I'd still like to understand in a bit more detail.
[ partly so he has a clear idea of what it is reign would like, and partly because he thinks it's a little sexy to watch reign get flushed about admitting his wants. ]
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Those questions, Reign push them aside, deciding to shelf it for the time being and ask later. Or perhaps discover for himself. Right now, he nods at Tseng's request, organising his thoughts on how best to explain to the other. ]
Here is what I've in mind for the scene. Vampires by nature are a domineering species, but there's one who isn't like them. Thus far, he has managed to keep that part of himself a secret, pretending otherwise, for it's a punishable sin. Except he got caught by another who had been keeping a close eye on him. Perhaps in a compromising situation, or in the act.
[ So focused is Reign, that he barely notice the interested looks he has been garnering since his arrival, though the other vampires wisely stay where they are, their wary gaze on Tseng. ]
I haven't decided on their roles yet. Two noblemen? A patrolman and a civilian? Co-workers, one of them a subordinate...? [ Reign drops his gaze briefly, fingers fidgeting behind his back, before he returns his attention to Tseng, a look of cautious anticipation on his face. ] What do you think?
[ If anything, Reign wants Tseng to be involved in some of the decision making. ]
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a glance around shows that there are more than a few gazes lingering on reign. perhaps it's only the force of tseng's presence that's keeping their hunger at bay. as if to drive home his claim, tseng reaches out to gently curl his fingers around reign's throat, then slips his hand upward to cup his jaw instead, an unmistakably possessive gesture. ]
I find the idea appealing. [ tseng's gaze holds reign's for a moment, thoughtful. ] I think... coworkers. One of them a security guard, maybe, and the other a salaryman who occasionally engages in certain behaviors after hours when he thinks all his colleagues have gone home?
[ it would allow tseng to exercise some of his skills—restraints, for one. but he's nonetheless careful to frame it as a question, because reign's input for this scenario is just as important as tseng's, and he wants to be sure they're on the same page. ]
I think we should move elsewhere, [ tseng adds after a moment, his voice low. ] Somewhere more private.
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Now is one of those times, and as Reign feels Tseng's fingers around his throat, then at his jaw, the vampire tenses. But in a good way, with him straightening his spine a bit more, lips parting slightly, pupils dilating a smidge. It's frightening, how easily Tseng could have him in a chokehold with that simple gesture. ]
A security guard and a salaryman? [ Reign gives that a thought. It's not too dissimilar to his line of work. He's a businessman himself back home, being a perfumer and all, selling his wares to those bourgeois vampires, or anyone showing interest. After hours behaviour, eh? ] Yes, I can work with that. [ Already there are a few ideas popping into his mind.
And at Tseng's suggestion, Reign lifts a hand to cover the man's before slowly shifting it down to his throat once more, as if the fingers become the collar, and the arm a leash. When he speaks, his voice is just as low, a touch breathy. ] Lead the way, Sir.
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it's therefore no surprise that reign gently guides tseng's hand back down, to wrap his fingers once again around reign's neck. the touch is still careful, but tseng does very slightly tighten his grip, not even enough to make reign dizzy but certainly enough for him to feel the intent in the gesture. ]
Very good. [ tseng's eyes darken a little, a flicker of desire lighting them up. ] This way, then.
[ he shifts his grip so that he's holding the back of reign's neck instead, then guides him away from the crush of people occupying the main lounge area and back toward the hallways branching off into private rooms. some of them are already occupied, but tseng easily manages to find one that isn't, and he guides reign inside before closing and locking the door. immediately the sounds of music and conversation and debauchery outside are dulled somewhat, making the space feel that much more private. ]
Sit down, Reign. [ there are two chairs tucked into a nook in the corner of the room, along with both a large bed and an almost comically padded coffin. whoever decorated this place really had the vampire thing on lock. ] I want to hear everything you want, every idea you have.
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With a nod, Reign lets Tseng guide them both away from the crowd and towards whichever room that Tseng decides on. The hand at his neck is less warm than when Tseng was a human, yet the grip is firm, the weight almost a comfort to Reign. It strangely settles any nerves that threaten to rise, quells the little anxiety that sometimes poke through, and Reign finds himself gradually filtering out the noises surrounding them. Instead, his attention is on Tseng's hand and presence, remaining in that state of mind until a room is found.
Once the door closed (and locked) behind them, the outside sounds now muted, focus returns to Reign in a snap. ] Yes, Sir! [ Did he sound too eager? Either way, Reign goes to grab the two chairs and place them where Tseng is, then sits as commanded and waits for the other to join him.
If Tseng remains standing, Reign will get the hint. Otherwise, he takes a deep breath, reorganise his thoughts again and begins to share them with Tseng. ] What I want out of this is to experience what it's like to be caught having desires that are considered... wrong. I'm found out and punished, made to admit my crimes, to be then disciplined and trained out of my submissiveness.
[ Reign goes quiet for a moment, taking a break before continuing. ] How the ending turns out, I'll leave it to you, Sir. As long as it ends with us satisfied. I do have a question, though... [ Uncertainties make itself known in the hesitance of his tone, but he forges ahead. ] Seeing as this is a roleplay, using a safeword doesn't feel immersive to me. Is there another way to incorporate its usage? Or should I still use it?
[ There remains the discussion of limits between the both of them, but he'll come back to that in a bit. ]
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all better now, though. tseng waits until reign has retrieved the chairs, then joins him, sitting across from each other with only a small distance between them. he listens carefully as reign explains, filing the information away, arranging it loosely into potential scenarios in his mind. ]
Should I punish you by forcing you to submit to me, or by forcing you to behave dominantly? [ by nature reign seems the submissive type, and of course he knows that tseng is much more dominant, but if reign were interested in trying something more dominant himself, tseng wouldn't mind finding a way to incorporate that. ] You can ask any questions you have freely, Reign. I appreciate your honesty.
[ and the question he's asked does make sense in a way, even though it briefly gives tseng pause as he considers. ]
The idea of a safeword is that it is a word you would never use during a sexual encounter, so if I hear it I know to stop immediately, [ tseng says slowly. ] And a scenario like this will likely involve you resisting, telling me no, telling me to stop. We don't have to use a safeword per se, but I would like at least a gesture that I can use to know when you're saying "stop" and want me to continue, versus when you're saying "stop" because you need me to stop. For example, if you tap your ear twice, or pinch my shoulder—something like that. Is that a good compromise?
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It all feeds into his submissive desires.
So when Tseng presents to him the two options, Reign knows which he wants. But he listens to the rest of what the other has to advice regarding the safeword, knowing that he can put his trust in his Sir. As Tseng has said, it's certainly safer that he has some form of safety mechanism for when he really wants to stop, or at least a break from the intensity, even if it's not verbal. ] It is, yes. Then I will snap my fingers twice if I want you to stop. As for what you asked me earlier...
[ Again, Reign takes a breath, trying to quell the nervousness that threatens to bubble up, reminding himself once more that Tseng is here to make sure everything is safe. ] The former, please. The idea is that the salaryman resists the punishments in every way, though ultimately made to submit and admit to those desires. This relationship of theirs could morph into something darker, or even ambiguously romantic, which I'm more inclined towards. That's the gist of the scenario I have in mind.
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All right. Snap once if you want me to slow down a little, and twice if you want me to stop completely. I'll make note.
[ that way they can both lose themselves entirely in the scene, knowing that they have a way to communicate if things get too intense.
it's not surprising to tseng that what reign wants is to be completely dominated, to be punished and tormented. there have certainly been indicators of this kind of desire, things tseng has noticed about reign's preferences and behaviors. he nods, noting the inhalation, and reaches out to rest a hand on reign's knee, rubbing his thumb idly back and forth to reassure him. ]
This is called CNC, [ tseng says. ] It means "consensually non-consensual." Essentially, a roleplay scenario that we agree on, but the scenario is one of a non-consensual encounter—me forcing myself on you or forcing you to submit to me.
[ tseng's hand leaves reign's knee then, and he turns both of his hands palm-up, holding them out to take both of reign's hands in his. ]
I will be degrading towards you, maybe even a little humiliating. I may call you names or make you kneel or put you in compromising positions so I can see you blush. If there are any names you don't want me to call you, or anything you don't want me to do to you, please tell me honestly—I want you to enjoy this.
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Even so, he can't help the slight jolt when he feels Tseng's hand on his knee, though the idle thumb rubbing through his trousers instantly soothes him right back down. Reign isn't sure why or how, but it's as if Tseng knows just when he needs some reassuring. Whether it be through words or a touch, Reign always finds himself relieved right after. ]
I didn't know there's such a term for this kind of roleplay scenario. [ Looks like there's more for Reign to read and research, to educate himself, at least. ] It's... admittedly one of my fantasies. [ He continues in a quieter voice, his cheeks heating up a bit as he slowly places both of his hands in Tseng's, blue eyes glancing away briefly before returning to the man as his Sir further explains.
Now onto the meat of it. Sitting a tad straighter, Reign slightly squeezes Tseng's hands before he nods. ] Dirty talking and being mean is fine. You can call me "abnormal", in addition to the other names you've given me before. It's used to describe vampires who are submissive. A bit of bloodplay is all right as well, as is biting and scratching, but nothing that leaves a permanent scar or heavy injury. [ There's a pause, a furrow of brows, before he continues. ] I know you said you wouldn't do such kinks unless with someone experienced, but I'm curious about choking. Or at least, the idea of it.
[ There are more details to discuss between them, of course. Reign also makes sure to elaborate on the world of their roleplay to help them both get in character. As much as this is a fantasy of his, Reign wants not just himself to enjoy it, but Tseng too. ]
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abnormal is a good word to have, too—tseng wouldn't have arrived at that one on his own, but he files it away in the back of his mind. the concept of a world where vampires are so naturally dominant that having a submissive nature is considered freakish is... odd, to him, but he can understand how reign would take that experience and sublimate it into a kink like this. ]
Mm. [ tseng considers that for a moment. ] I'll do it just once, and only enough to make breathing a little more difficult, not enough to restrict it entirely or affect your consciousness. If you enjoy it, we can explore that more later.
[ experimenting with breathplay seriously should happen as its own session, not as part of a cnc scene, but it isn't entirely off the table for tseng. he and reign have done this at least enough times by now that tseng feels he can trust reign to be honest about what he's feeling.
tseng squeezes reign's hands lightly and brushes his thumbs over the backs of his knuckles. carefully and precisely, he explains how he'll start the scene: that he'll leave, and wait for three minutes for reign to undress and get in bed, and that when tseng comes back into the room it will signal the beginning of their scene. while he intends for much of their play to be left up to the natural flow of the evening, tseng also explains that when they're done, he'll say, "i think that's quite enough," and that will be reign's signal that the scene has ended.
when the explanation ends, tseng asks, ] Anything else before we start?
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It's why Reign had brought up breathplay. He wouldn't be disappointed if Tseng were to decide that it isn't suitable for today's session, but it pleases him nonetheless that his request is considered, allowed a taste of it as well. There's a brightness in his blue eyes, the barely held back elation in his expression, as he nods in agreement. ] I understand. Thank you, Sir. Truly.
[ Who would have thought that a chance encounter with Tseng all those months ago would lead to this, to him finding a dom that would meet his needs. So as Reign listens carefully to Tseng's instructions, he nods here and there, taking note of the cues that Tseng has set up for them, and so forth.
At the end of it all, Reign shakes his head in response to the question, more at ease and confident now that there is a plan in mind, and steps taken to ensure they'll enjoy this roleplay. ] None at all, Sir. I'm ready. The safeword used is a finger snap for slow down, and twice for stop. The scene starts when you leave the room, and ends when you say "I think that's quite enough."
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Exactly. Very good, Reign. [ tseng squeezes reign's hands lightly, then leans across to kiss him at the corner of the mouth, soft and affectionate. ] I'll go out now. Three minutes begins when the door closes.
[ and assuming no more questions or comments from reign, tseng will do exactly that. he lets himself out into the hallway and closes the door behind him, then leans against the wall directly to the right of the door so he can prepare himself the same way reign is surely doing inside.
he's only ever been a witness to a scene like this, never a direct participant. tseng uses the three minutes he's allowed to breathe deeply and clear his head, slipping a little further into the businesslike headspace he uses for his missions as a turk. never before has tseng seen the difference between tseng, director of the turks and just tseng, of the resort laid so starkly bare as he does when the three minutes have passed and tseng turns to ease the door open soundlessly, slipping inside as silently as a shadow.
the lights are off, but in the scant light from the hallway tseng can make out the shape of reign in bed. not asleep, obviously, but faking it well. the door closes behind him, hinges well-oiled and latch silent as it closes again; the only sound at all comes from the ominous clack of the deadbolt being engaged.
from there, tseng makes his way across the room, his footfalls equally silent on both hardwood and carpet. this is not his first time breaking in to someone's living quarters, after all; he knows how to feel a soft place in the floor and avoid it, how to stay close to walls but far from furniture to avoid being heard before he wants to be.
onto the bed next, careful and measuring his body weight carefully so that the mattress barely shifts. although the sleep is false, reign looks peaceful, eyes closed and lying on his side. for a moment, tseng just looks—and then he reaches out to cover reign's mouth with one palm, pressing his head back into the pillow as tseng shifts in an instant to straddle his body. ]
Don't scream, [ he says, eyes glittering with malice and his lips curved in a mean little smirk. ] You'll only make this harder than it needs to be, and we don't want that, do we? Blink once if you promise not to scream.
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Either way, first things first, he goes to a shelf and gathers a few items, placing them carefully into an unassuming looking black box he found. He then ties the ribbon to secure it, before pushing said box under the bed. Once done, he quickly removes most of his clothes, save for the shirt and trousers, folds them, and neatly place it all on a side table.
How long does he still have? A minute? Good enough.
Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, Reign closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He's tired. He needs to rest. Today has been another long day. Loosening the hair ribbon from his hair, Reign drops it on top of the stack of clothes before sliding into bed. Best to get a good rest so he could wake fresh for the next day. He turns on his side and his eyelids flutter close. The bed is soft, the pillow and comforter softer still. And warm.
So warm and comfortable that Reign thinks he could easily doze off. And he nearly does, his pulse now calmed down, when he hears the "clack" sound. Just barely. Of what, he doesn't know. But he continues on to pretend, keeping his eyes closed and breathing even. Is there someone in his room? Maybe it's all in his head. A mere dream?
What then, of the hand covering his mouth? The heavy weight straddling his body? Reign's eyes snap open, panic filling his entire being as he glances up to stare at the face of the intruder. He could barely react, trembling at the threat hanging in the air before him, his heart beating heavily in fear. Why? How? A multitude of questions run through Reign's mind, but first, he needs to respond.
He blinks once. ]
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Good. [ it's a different tone than the way tseng usually says good boy. this time it's cold, derisive. he removes his hand from reign's mouth and admires the slight pink marks on pale skin left behind by tseng's fingers. ] I'm sure you thought you were being so sneaky, didn't you?
[ the secret of his abnormal desires, of course, a desire for submission that hardly befits a vampire like reign. tseng stays where he is, pinning reign under his body weight, but he lets his fingertips trail along reign's jaw and down his neck, a touch that would normally be affectionate taking on a darker edge when paired with the way tseng looks at reign. ]
Abnormal little freak, [ he murmurs, crooning the words. ] Did you think nobody would ever find out your secret?
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The feathery touch trailing down his neck has Reign tensing, his nervous gaze darting from Tseng to the man's hand and back up. ] I've no idea what y—
[ Upon hearing the derogatory insult, Reign flinches before he could stop his reaction, pupils dilating and his heart pounding loudly in his chest. There's no way. He has made sure to be careful, watch how he acts in public. Eyes narrow as he glares up defiantly at Tseng. ] I'm not an "abnormal". That's quite the accusation coming from a mere security guard of the company.
[ Back home, it had been so long since he allowed the word itself to affect him so. But like this, with Tseng bearing down on him, with a sharp gaze that could peel away the layers and see through him, has Reign's anxiety skyrocketing. He'll have to play it cool and throw Tseng off his trail. ] Get off me. I'll pretend this never happen. Otherwise, I'll be reporting you to the head of security for intrusion on private property.
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Oh, no, Mr. Fear, [ tseng says, widening his eyes a bit as though to pretend he's worried, although after a moment the smile at the corners of his lips makes itself known. ] Please don't report this, I wouldn't want that at all...
[ he shifts, a little. his toe makes contact with the box tucked under reign's bed, right where he knew it would be. tseng withdraws, slips off the mattress, and then kneels so he can pull it free of its hiding place and rattle it a little. resting his elbow on the bed and his chin in his hand, tseng looks up at reign and says, ]
Otherwise I'd have to report your little collection, and then we'd really be in trouble, wouldn't we?
[ the fake-worried expression melts off of tseng's face, replaced by a smirk of self-satisfaction as he rejoins reign on the mattress. placing the box on the bed between them, tseng then flicks the lid open to lay its contents bare: a cockring, a vibrator, a nice thick dildo. not the kind of thing that would be hidden under the bed of a proper, normal vampire. ]
What do you think? [ he asks. ] Still want to make the call?
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He watches Tseng carefully as the man moves off him, and then off the bed, wondering what the other is up to.
Oh.
Oh no...
Reign turns his head just so as he stares into Tseng's face, watching with an impending doom as the man's vernier of concern slips away into a self-satisfied smirk. ] That...!
[ He immediately bolts up, but finds himself unable to move away as Tseng places that black box between them and reveal the contents within. Try as he may, Reign couldn't very well hide the subtle tremble as his mind races to come up with a reason. An excuse. Anything. To explain why he has these things with him. ]
S-so what? [ Damn his wavering voice. ] It's not for me, but the human partners I occasionally play with. [ Who is he kidding? As if he has any.
But this time, Reign makes certain to keep his tone steady. ] There's nothing odd about me having toys and keeping them where they are. [ Even so, his fingers clench by his side, his gaze not quite staring at Tseng less he's seen through. ]
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[ the cock ring drops back into the box. tseng moves up from kneeling on the floor next to the bed to sit on the side of the mattress instead, the box now safely settled between him and reign as he leans over, bracing his hands on either side of reign's legs to crowd him back against the headboard. ]
Let's do a little experiment, if you're so confident your story will hold up, [ tseng says, lifting both hands to casually undo the knot of his tie. he slips it from his collar, silk whispering against fabric, and wraps it lightly around his hand. ] It goes like this.
[ and then without warning, he yanks reign several inches down the bed and gathers both of his wrists in one hand, then pulls them up so he can use his tie to tie them both firmly to the bed above him. it's a sturdy knot—an easy one to undo, too, in case he needs to make a break for it.
once it's done, and reign is restrained and helpless, tseng leans over him again and continues, ] Now I fuck you with these toys, and if you don't get hard, I'll turn myself in. But if your pretty little cock betrays you...
[ he slides one hand up reign's thigh under the blanket to cup him through the thin fabric of his pajamas. ]
Then I get to have all the fun I want.
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What if Tseng puts one inside him?Not that it matters whether it's zero, ten, or more, as Reign tries not to stare too keenly at the cock ring being toyed with. Thank goodness it's soon out of sight, because there's something — someone — more important taking up his vision.Namely Tseng, leaning over him, and forcing the vampire to put some distance between them out of reflex. ] Why do you care? I've no obligation to answer to you anyway. [ Because that must is true. It's not as if Tseng is one of those officials who keep tabs on "abnormal" vampires. He tenses as his back hit the headboard, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as his gaze drops down to the silk tie wrapped around Tseng's hand.
Reign just about open his mouth to ask what kind of experiment Tseng has in mind, when he finds himself bodily manhandled. His fight or flight reflex instantly kicks in, more flight than fight, though by the time he manages to register what is really happening, he's already firmly tied up. It's not overly tight, with a little give that ensures that blood still flows properly through his arms. But Reign is certain there will be marks on his wrists by the time Tseng is done with him.
What is it that Tseng plans to do, Reign wonders as he stares up at the man with a wide-eyed look. And he soon got his answer, and try as he might, Reign couldn't stop the light flush of colour tinting his cheeks, nor could he stop the gasp that slips out at the touch of Tseng's warm hand through the thin material of his pants. ]
That's not f-fair! [ Comes the protest as he tries to squirm away from Tseng's
oh so very temptingtouch. ] Anyone would get hard if you do that![ All he needs to do is not get hard, right? But how is he going to keep his wits to himself when his cock had already twitched in interest from the moment he was tied up?! He squeezes his eyes shut briefly, then throws a glare up at Tseng. ] Fine! Do your worst. I'll prove you wrong.
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