【 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 parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ yes, perfectly even. it makes the most sense. funny how even works because it only takes one slip for someone to cause that funny little seesaw to tilt in one direction or another! so now leona will just have to wait or be the one to put a finger and some weight on it, see how far he can go and what akira would want to do in order to regain that balance again.
if he even wants to. ]
Of course. They do nothin' for me.
[ when he stands up, straight and tall, he yawns. stretching up high, that tail and those ears imitate those motions. yeah he's got a few inches on akira. makes it easier for him to smirk down at him while he critiques the least offensive vegetable... ]
( the cacophony of the glasses shattering, some of them hitting the floor, the others hitting the back of the bar, is enough that he's startled--well, his version of startled, anyway, a rounding of his eyes into something shocked and a little murderous. it's noisy, and rude, and more than that, she's hauled her tray everywhere to clean up after the people here, just to have it all ruined in the end? it doesn't matter that life often goes that way, the irony of bad decisions, but still--a part of him is tempted to immediately fish the couple apart from each other and charge them with attempted battery or something equally ridiculous. not that he has any kind of authority to do that, but still, it's--quite frankly bullshit the way people act in this place.
aghast, he shakes his head a little, taking a step back: and that's when she feels for him, a hand that brushes against his sleeve for balance.
he holds it, tightening up his arm for her, but his gaze is falling, racking down her arm, down to her dainty wrist, to the gloves she's wearing, and back up again. if nothing else, there's plenty of material between them--plenty of material that, perhaps, will no longer be between them later, but he'll have to answer his own assumptions before he can get anywhere with that. )
...You're not a Devil.
( a ridiculous thing to be asking, with the cacophony of the casino behind them, whoops and cheers from winning tables, the sound of a fight breaking out at another; loud music, glasses and dishes clinking, distant conversations, and the sound of the couple on the bar groping and pushing fabric out of their way, and yet what he asks seems to be the stupidest of them all.
too bad it's a chilled look that he's directly down at her, even though he's still holding still to be her balance--and her shield, if the couple ends up coming off the bar, already prepared to pull her behind him if he has to. )
You're not a Devil. ( saying it again makes him feel a little better, like he needs his own reassurance all the same. ) Am I correct?
( the laughter is there, threatening, a shimmer in his gaze before he lets it drown there, not bothering to offer it breath. whatever it is about bakugou that makes him so--ornery, he's not tempted to ruin a perfectly acceptable solution to his shitty problem by pissing him off more. instead, he concerns himself with the foreign bottle, lips flattening into a line of displeasure as he pops the cap and a bit of lube bubbles over the lip of it, already sliming its way down the side. unfortunately, there's no way around it, really: this is going to end up being absurdly messy, for someone who tries to keep things in a neat little line, it's disappointing. with a slow breath, he shifts, forcing himself to sit up in order to make use of both of his hands. otherwise, it would be nearly impossible.
it's only as he sits up, bent at the middle, that he realizes he's being looked at--and where he might normally snap at someone for it, he keeps quiet, only barely narrowing his gaze at bakugou in challenge before he looks back at the bottle. it's not like he's going to begrudge him for it; he'd looked bakugou over in the same way. his hair swings, soft around his jaw, tempted to pull it back behind his ear--but he's already pooling lube into his palm, clenching his fingers into the puddle of it as though to smear it around. his thumb moves, rubs over his knuckles, splotching it between his fingers. )
I just figured maybe you were always ready for this sort of thing.
( a tease, really, though his voice is its usual soft flatness, quiet; the only hint is the way his lips twitch, like he wants to smile and bites it back. )
You seem like the type who would have many partners.
( --which is about as close to a compliment as he's going to manage, from someone saying they'd kick him out of bed for being boring. which he is.
so he shifts, turning, putting his weight onto bare knees so that he can straddle one of bakugou's thighs between them; the capped bottle gets dropped to the bed, where it slides in against bakugou's side, and he uses his elbow as pressure to force bakugou onto his back again, leaning over him. then it's his clean palm, instead, flattened to bakugou's chest, using him for balance as he twists his slick hand in between bakugou's legs. thoughtful, he reaches to curl his palm in around his cock, first--sliding up the shape of it, like he's curious, squeezing up and off at the head to run two fingers down the underside.
his expression is almost impassive; he's focused on one of the scars etched into bakugou's skin, gaze swimming there, distant, as he feels over the curve of his sac, cupped lightly around it and down again, a slick index finger that splits his cheeks apart in pursuit and hooks a fingertip in past the rim. it's only there that his gaze lifts, a tilt of his head; he tries to shake a little hair away from his cheek as his finger slides in further, testing. )
[It takes her but a moment to adjust, her fingers digging even harder into his shoulders now; this is probably how he got the scratch marks on his back, to begin with. She feels no shame or regret about it, however.
Her head tilts low, with a soft moan as he pushes into her, as she slowly lowers her hips in return, her knees tightening around his hips. The pace they start with is slow, almost inquisitive, but Yasha is not shy to pick it up, especially since she's been given 'the reins' from being on top.]
Liking the view...? [She asks airily, sitting up more so he can take a good look at her as she moves.]
Uh-huh. [So he can swiftly deny that crap and cut it off! It's awkward as fuck when someone he barely knows starts acting sappy around him, saying things that make his hairline bristle and-- even worse --his skin flush across his face. Doesn't need people thinking he's some kind of softie who gets flustered over a few stupid flirts. Who the hell's gonna see that and associate him with a strong hero who never lets something ruffle him?! ... Maybe one day he'll figure out sex doesn't need "heroes" in it.
A small growl rumbles in his throat when Kizuna dares to order him around.] Don't tell me what to do. [While simultaneously tightening his grip around the man's lower back and leaning against the chair behind him to give him some freedom to move. He arches onto the ball of his foot, deliberately tending a knee to prop it towards Kizuna's spine, something to brace against while he works at his shirt. All the while watching with more-rapt-than-he-should attention as the man unbuttons his shirt in front of him. Even if it's just a single one.
Those body chains he saw hinted at the start lie fully bared now, accenting the man's chest and stomach beneath their metal drizzle. Hmph, not a shy bone in this guy's body, even if the blazer's curtaining the farther sides of his chest.] You're gonna taste like a fork.
[Oh yeah, totally ragging on his fancy decorations as he leans in and brushes some of those danging metal works to the side with his nose so Bakugo can get his mouth onto the man's chest. Not even a kiss to start, but rather a graze of teeth and hot breath scraping down the front of his sternum.]
[ Most of Archer's memories of his past have faded with the passage of time. He remembers enough to know who he is, but many specifics are largely lost to him. Because of that, he can't remember the last time he's been touched in a sensual way or had sex. Or even what any of that was like.
Even so - Archer is fairly certain Fuuta's clumsy attempt at groping is the worst he's ever been subjected to.
His eye twitches slightly, but to his credit, he doesn't slap the younger man's hands away. Nothing explodes - Fuuta just got to handle a bunch of solid muscle. ]
How long have you been here, exactly?
[ He needs to know so he can decide how harshly he's going to judge this performance. ]
Huh? [he twitches his head up from his previous hunched smash, one hand still buried in metal and smoke. all it takes is a second for xue yang to appear through the fumes, vaulting over the entire mess in attack. shit. he jerks his hand backwards, shoulder tugging to wrench it free with a screech of aluminum. only a moment's too late as impact crushes atop his helmet. snaps his head down like a broken marionette, silver backing stabbing towards the ceiling as his neck bows under his suit.
it's no keyblade strike, but it prompts him to put a foot behind himself for balance. xue yang's evasive action reflects in the glass bowl as he lifts his head again, peering at the man with an almost animalistic mix of curious and annoyance.]
Hmph. Vermin. [got out of the way in time, hm? only a crash of metal, plastic, and glass. no wet squelches or slicing indicates the little bastard managed to avoid it. and had enough time to counterattack. it's hard to tell whether he sounds amused, impressed, disappointed, or irritated. ] So you've got some survival instinct.
[rising, he plants his foot against the ruined machine, then shoves it away with a harsh motion, sending the entire thing bouncing and scraping across the carpet. if he can't summon his keyblade at the moment, guess he'll have to do this the old fashioned way: with his own two hands.
his steps exude confidence and purpose, fists swinging at his side as he strides towards the other man at an easy clip. amazing symphony around them, isn't it, people screaming and crying out, running over each other in attempts to put as much distance between themselves and violence. cowards, the lot of them. no one even trying to step in and be a hero for this poor idiot on his deathbed.]
Should've listened to it earlier. You might've walked away from this alive.
[ she's already doing some math in her mind, calculating how much chips she's going to have to spend for a couple more days until she finds a partner to gain more money from. this is almost as cumbersome as using time for currency back in T Corp, to be honest...
until neuvillette raises his hand, and she blinks. it's not like she's planning to leave in a bit, but -- ]
Er, did I do something wrong?
[ she lost the game, simple as that. ]
1/2 THIS IS A JOKE I PROMISE BUT I AM LOSING MY MIND
Neither am I. [ an empty threat, just for akira! he should feel so blessed. ] 'sides, they've got some pretty decent chicken nuggets in Early Bird. Dunno how they can't get a good katsu sandwich right but they keep tryin'. I think.
[ actually being thoughtful and tbh, getting a little hungry. ]
Still. Could be worse. They could starve us out or somethin'.
[It isn't that Sunday has never feared for his life — even if his world was carved from the shapes of dreams, corners softened from the blunt of pain and trauma, he has confronted insurmountable odds otherwise. Death is possible. Yet his own sense of self-preservation feels like a dark shadow he has passed through, unscathed, only to find the light colder on the other side.
So fear doesn't set itself into smooth, spotless features as he watches this man work at the end of the cigar. The flash of energy catches his eyes, glowing across the lines of cheekbones of a face that isn't his own, and for a moment the irises look gold instead of wan gray.]
I've done nothing to pose a danger to you. There's little to gain in antagonizing me, so why don't you tell me what you want? Money? You'll find my account lacking.
[Which would be the first betrayal of identity, because he is in the high-ranking lounge, after all.]
If you need a partner, I'm sure you'll discover others more willing.
... Hilariously (for me), this does more to steady Hamel's nerves than anything, maybe out of concern. He looks uncomfortable and flushed, and after a few seconds of studying him and the way his posture all but screams that he's Going Through It, she gently brushes her knuckles over one flushed cheek. ]
I meant it, when I said I trusted you. But I also don't want you to do anything you aren't okay with, so you don't have to do this if you'd rather not.
[ She says after he's already put himself in this position, instead of immediately. Sorry, Fuuta. ]
Because Hamel is soooo easily messed with, and at the thought that he thinks his performance must be lacking (which, from experience, clearly would not be the case), not even the slightly ticklish brush of the flower petals can distract her from looking...
... Well.
Stricken. ]
I--I admit, I don't remember anything about the previous night, in regards to you, but that's not--
I didn't expect to wake up with anyone!
[ Oh, she has squeaked. Oh, there are tears in her eyes. ]
[ she's more conscious of it this time, watching and waiting for the signs so that when she hears that first curse, she's ready for the hot spill of his come in her mouth. she's better about swallowing, breathing through her nose as her throat works around him, careful to not let any spill out onto the bed or his slacks; keeping it neat and efficient, as it were. it's the perfectionist in her resurfacing once more. but mainly, she likes feeling and tasting the way he falls apart beneath her; likes hearing the rare, shaky desperation in his voice and seeing that awed look on his face as if she's done something worthy of it. the weight of it settles over her like a warm touch, makes her want to both bask in it and deflect it, because this is what she feels every time he touches her—the overwhelming intensity of pleasure, mind-numbing and all consuming in its wake.
she doesn't let up until he's finished, gentling the suction of her mouth before easing off slowly, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock as an afterthought. she licks her lips once she sits back on her heels, running her palms along the outsides of his thighs in soothing passes. her gaze is dark, her own arousal still apparent, but she ignores that in favor of admiring the look on his face. ]
[ tseng is too well-trained to really let his senses slip away from him, but honestly, it's a close thing. the white noise of orgasm consumes him, leaving him feeling stupid with pleasure and full of both satisfaction and incredulity at how attractive it is, seeing clorinde's throat work and knowing she's swallowing his spend. just the thought is enough to earn another full-body shiver before tseng slumps back against the pillows, panting softly.
the question makes him chuckle and force his eyes open again. endorphins are like a warm blanket settling over him, filling his limbs with the unique lassitude that only comes post-orgasm. what does he look like, that clorinde would feel compelled to ask if he's all right? maybe he looks as thoroughly taken apart as he feels. ]
I'm all right. [ his voice comes out warm, pleased. ] More than all right. Kiss me?
[ he can't pull away from the bindings on his wrists to do it himself, after all, so he has no choice but to beg a kiss off clorinde instead. a prospect tseng finds he doesn't mind, in fact—if it's clorinde who's in charge, he knows he's in good hands. ]
I don't really have a lot to hide. If I do, either they're too personal to divulge in such a simple game like this or you're not asking the right questions. Just because I have to play with the cards I'm dealt with does not mean I can't hold them close to my chest.
[ especially when they're all the cards she has as a vulnerable newcomer.
this guy is clearly scrutinizing her, so the one thing she should do is be upfront with her words before he can try reading behind the lines. the last thing she needs is more manipulation in her life that's already out of control. ]
Anyway, my turn. [ in a hurry to shut down any more further inquiries, she swipes out a card a little too quickly, causing the tower to wobble and one card to topple onto another. miraculously, it isn't enough to make the whole thing collapse. ] What's your favorite childhood memory?
[oh thank god. not that he was truly worried he just had no idea how else to interpret "people are also full of nutrients" in a slightly flirty context. he guesses it's true? in a manner of speaking?? he is probably overthinking it!!]
Nah. Starving us would be counterproductive to. . . [. . .] Everything, I'm pretty sure.
[for someone who looks like he wouldn't know a joke if it bit him in the ass, a flicker of amusement in aki's eyes shines through clearly. enough to stir a twitch in his hand as if tempted to grab the nearest pillow and slam it into his face. nothing comes of either and he relaxes his fingers onto the bed again. is he really gonna do this? let someone he barely knows finger him and use a damn toy right after? ... apparently. aki's already reached this point and he's demanded the guy buck up and get on with it. though, watching his expression twitch tiny tells of irritation as he messes with the slick substance on his fingers is funny. the corners of his eyes crimp slightly as the lid slings a bit of previously-used lube, a slight set at the back of his jaws as he's forced to sit up and use both hands, lips firming and pursing when a droplet oozes down onto his knuckles.]
You're gonna get that all over if you fuck around with it enough. [a fair warning, maybe tilted enough in taunt. fingers slowly drum against cushioned comforter, red eyes lingering on the man's body as he waits for him. handsome, quiet, focused, trained and toned, makes him wonder what aki did for a living back home. he hardly addresses his challenging glare, interest instead in picking out little details on his partner. the way his hair parts just barely at the top of an ear, or hangs lush to his jaw for a faint outline. distracting himself from the slimy squicking sounds of aki lubing his fingers up with a fisting pool in his palm.]
WHAT?! You wanna repeat that shit?! [does he look like some cheap whore ready to dick down at any time?! aki's getting a few "kicks" to the back and sides for his teasing assery! way to backhand compliment him right on the fucking jaw!] I've got standards, Topknot!
[he's getting more... some are one offs, some are multiples, no one's steady. he's not sure he'll ever have someone here who reaches the last part. not even sure if he wants to. at least aki's not keeping his silence and being a stick in the mud. at his expense. he drops his leg, or gets it batted away, as the hunter turns and promptly traps his strong thigh between his knees. he doesn't hesitate to shift his leg, knee tenting up behind the other man's glutes and-- without breaking eye contact --deliberately lifts his thigh to rest against the apex of aki's legs. paybacks for an elbow digging into his chest and putting him on his back.] Watch it.
[don't elbow him in the damn scar. it's still fresh. replacing it with his hand reveals the hero's heart's pounding within his ribs, a mix of interest, arousal, anxious, anticipation. a low breath escapes his lips and he tugs his head up so he can stare down the sculpted length of his torso, eyes narrowing as aki's hand vanishes behind his twitching arousal and opened legs. his free one spreads to the side on instinct, hooking at his knee when warm fingers wrap around his dick. a low grunt escapes his mouth, hips lifting into his touch, an impressive stretch of inches and girth throbbing against his fingers and palm. like a damn sculpture, winding up the shaft and exploring his shape before pinching at his head and earning a sharp gasp. he presses his thigh firmly to the inside of aki's thighs, nuzzling at his hanging balls and sensitive skin as if trading for that stroke along his urethra tract.]
You're pretty focused... [eyes trained on his scars, clashing with a hand cupping at his sac until the smooth skin shifts with his orbs inside and is left glossy from lubrication before they'd dropped to hang against his perineum. he barely get the strange sensation of a finger playing between his glutes before-] unf... [-right past the clenching ring. only a fingertip, dipping inside all slick and slender, but he tightens around it without thinking. further in, first joint, second... his cock jumps against his adonis belt, precum beading at the tip, heated muscles inside squeezing smooth and flexing as aki bottoms out at the knuckle.] S'fine... I'm not made of glass.
[ While it’s pretty true that Beowulf is pretty dumb, he’s surprisingly intuitive to things like subtle movement or changes in his partner. He knows that shift in her hips is to stimulate her clit and he’s honestly very happy she’s being a little selfish here. Soon enough, their bathtub is about half full of what it was, and although water is still shifting from both of their rigorous movements, it’s not sloshing out of the tub anymore. Beowulf isn’t exactly shameful or quiet during all of this; it feels really good for him too and as much as he wants to penetrate her, it’s obvious she’s having a good time with this. Perhaps he can get her to orgasm by this alone at first. ]
That’s it, baby, take what you want—
[ His hands come around and cup one of her breasts to tease, the other wrapping her securely around her waist. He dips his head down to kiss along her neck. ]
[ As he leads them away from the table she follows his lead without missing so much of a beat with the box tucked safely at her side. His answer doesn't necessarily provide her with utmost confidence and it's then that it crosses her mind to find a way to worm their way out of the situation should it look like Keita is uncomfortable with it.
Perhaps it's a foolish however since the House always seems to know - and it's right then that their watches chime in unison. A little egg wobbles on the screen with a timer counting down. Inadvertently her mouth pulls into the slightest frown. Talk about cheeky. There's no way to tell time but of course there would be a countdown to add pressure to the situation.
In spite of that when her gaze swivels back up towards Keita she meets his silent question with a reassuring smile. ]
Luckily some of the friends I spend a lot of time with here have shown me how to use them. Though there's no guarantee it'll be exactly like the ones we've used before it can't be that difficult.
[ And at that she adjusts her hold on him, slipping her fingers through his before leading them towards a more private corner of the casino - though that seems to be far and few between. As they slip between the crowd she casts a glance back towards him over her shoulder. ]
You have good intuition. For something to appear perfect, without any blemishes, is unnatural.
( Ugliness even in beauty, or something like that, is probably what he'd say... But he doesn't feel like even making that joke right now. He rests his cheek on his fist, his opposite hand tracing a finger around the base of his own glass. )
I've heard that we exist in a space outside of our own worlds. The Golden Peacock. The information on these "Watches" is a little lacking, but there are plenty of kind people here who would gladly inform you of the details.
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