【 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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— can't you just make it move faster? ONE OR ELEVEN.
[ honestly, tseng should know by now that it's a bad idea to walk through almost any door in the resort when it's turned out like this. there are so many things that can go wrong—vampires, animal transformations, weddings. or, as it turns out, a single drawn card that designates tseng as submissive and sends him through what appears to be a one-way entrance into a private suite, outfitted with a bed and plenty of bdsm equipment and not too much else.
it's possible that tseng could make a scene and force his way out of this place, true. but he's already aware of the unwanted side effects of that outcome, the attention it would draw both from the house and from other guests—it would undo all the hard work tseng has put in to being the most unobtrusive jack possible, which is even less appealing to him than the prospect of sucking it up and being a sub for an evening.
after all, it isn't that tseng doesn't know how to submit. he does, and he's pretty good at it when he sets his mind to it. it's just not his natural state of being, as it were—it doesn't come as easily to him as dominance does, which will make this a challenge. hopefully whoever comes through the door next likes brats.
figuring that he may as well make himself comfortable, tseng loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves, then finds a chair to sit in, idly skimming through content on his watch as he waits for someone else to turn up. ]
— touch me like nobody else does; HANGOVER AFTERCARE.
[ there is no gentle, gradual rise into consciousness for a turk. tseng awakens all at once, his gaze focusing first on the unfamiliar ceiling above him for a split second before he becomes aware of another person in bed with him. that's unusual. there are only a handful of partners with whom tseng is comfortable enough to allow himself to fall asleep—
OPTION ONE. —and from the cadence of this person's breathing alone he can tell that they aren't one of them. the conclusion is reinforced when tseng glances over, his gaze tracking the shape of a bare arm, hair across the pillow. well, well, isn't that something.
OPTION TWO. —but once he makes himself focus, he realizes that he does, in fact, know the person sprawled across the mattress next to him. something in him relaxes at the recognition, allowing him to glance more fully around the space.
there's a tray next to the bed, bearing two covered plates, drinks (hopefully non-alcoholic), and the so-called hangover kit. it's on this last item that tseng focuses, leaning over to snag it from the tray so he can loosen its tie and empty the contents onto the sheets. ]
...Well, [ he says aloud after a moment, to his partner, who's just now beginning to stir. ] I'm not sure all of these items are hangover cures, in fact.
— wildcard & ooc notes;
[ ooc: hello i guess i cant say no to a tdm even though i'm going to be on a business trip for the next 2 weeks and also on hiatus in february lmao... tag at your own risk!! i will definitely tag back, just less quickly than i usually do!!
as always, feel free to wildcard anything that seems appealing to you, and hit me up by pm or at maehwa if you want to plot! ]
[ in the six months that clorinde has been in the resort, she has largely left the dominant-submissive play untouched. she has simple needs and desires, and her experiences thus far have fulfilled those just fine that she didn't see the need to specifically seek that kind of experience out. she wouldn't refuse, however, if the opportunity should present itself… and as it so happens, today was that day.
clorinde may not be well-versed in shibari, but she does know her way around knots, albeit in the form of laying traps for hunting rather than in the bedroom. tying tseng’s wrists to the bedframe is easy enough, even if the act of doing so feels… unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome. she thinks that tseng may likely feel the same—she’s certain that he’s usually the one restraining others instead, and that speaks volumes in itself, doesn’t it? that he lets her secure one wrist and then the other, leaving him with enough give so that the rope doesn’t chafe against his skin. she leans back after she’s done but remains close, pressing her lips to his temple in a brief kiss. ]
How does it feel?
[ they're simple knots, ones that would be easy for him to get out of should he wish to, but a part of her wants to hear it from him anyway. she doesn’t pretend to know the finer details surrounding these scenes, and while she doesn't think this would turn into anything especially elaborate, his comfort would always come before anything else. ]
[ although the two of them have never made a point of sitting down and discussing their respective proclivities, tseng has never gotten the particular impression that clorinde is outright interested in bdsm. it doesn't seem that she has a distaste for it, either—just that it's not something she naturally leans toward to satisfy her own needs. tseng, for his part, has never felt the need to bring it into their bedroom either—but he can't deny that there was a thrill that went through him when it was clorinde he encountered in the game room earlier.
now, with his shirt removed and his arms stretched up above his head, tseng looks up at clorinde and gives a reassuring nod. he can tell that the ropes are secure, although the knots are such that he could escape if it were necessary—even if clorinde isn't experienced with bondage in particular, it's clear she knows her way around a rope. ]
Good, [ he says. ] Firm, but not too tight.
[ and tseng is making no secret of the fact that he likes this. his skin prickles with goosebumps, not from cold but from excitement, and his cock is already beginning to harden against the zip of his slacks. still, he's patient for now, waiting to see what clorinde will do next. ]
[ her expression softens at his reassurance, even if it may be a little silly, given that she isn't the one with her wrists bound. she assumes that this may be something that's more in his wheelhouse—she doesn't want to... ruin the experience for him, in a sense, nor does she want to betray the trust he's put in her. the weight of it feels significant, but not heavy; she finds that she wants to bear it, and maybe later when she's alone, she'll realize the meaning behind that. ]
All right.
[ for now, she pulls away from him and removes her blouse and trousers, leaving her in just a lacy bra and panties. they're fancier than what she would normally wear; even underwear was not exempt from the black-tie requirement, it seems. when she settles back on the bed, she sits on her knees between his legs and just looks at him for a while, taking her time to let her gaze wander from his face down his chest to his abdomen. by now, they both know how quickly they respond to each other and it's easy to get swept up in his rhythm. while she's never had any complaints about it, it's not often that she has him like this: spread out beneath her, invitation and excitement in every line of his body.
eventually, she rests both hands below his sternum, sliding them down until they reach the waistband of his slacks. one finger traces over the half-hard shape of his cock against his fly, down and back up again. ]
I want to take our time tonight, [ she says as her eyes find his. ] And I'd like to start by tasting you again. [ she thumbs over the button of his slacks, slowly undoing it. ] May I?
[ honestly speaking, it's rare for the two of them to be together in this situation without immediately putting their hands all over each other. the experience of being laid out on the bed and subject to the weight of clorinde's gaze is new and unique, but not unpleasant—quite the opposite, in fact, testament though it is to his trust in her. the sweep of her eyes along the lines of his body feels almost as intimate as a caress, raising goosebumps on his skin, his stomach tensing slightly and his nipples hardening.
when finally clorinde's palms come to rest on his skin, tseng feels primed for—for what? anything, whatever she wants to give him. usually it's him on the giving end, not the receiving, and that lends a particularly keen sweetness to the moment. ]
Mm. [ his cock twitches under the brush of clorinde's fingertip, a reaction tseng couldn't hide and doesn't try to. ] I'd like that too, actually. Please.
[ the slowness of her teasing is almost unbearable, but being made to bear it only heightens the pleasure when the moment of release finally comes, so tseng is content to let her take her time in having her way with him. ]
[ there's a tension in his frame that she rarely sees, muscles taut as if ready to spring at any moment. tseng's preferred wardrobe of slacks and button-down shirts is certainly nice and highlights his lean frame, but here she's reminded of the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the gentle taper of his waist; things often hidden beneath those same tailored lines. she sees and feels the way his stomach tenses under her fingers and feels an answering ache in her lower abdomen, heat flushing through her as she tugs his slacks and underwear down around his thighs. ]
If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]
[ without the ability to touch with his hands, tseng has to content himself with hungrily drinking in the sight of clorinde as she eases his slacks down and bends forward over his cock. the touch of her hand feels like a cool balm against overheated flesh, but there's no relief at all, not when everything she does makes tseng feel like he's going to lose his mind to his desire for her. ]
I'll tell you, [ he promises, and then, ] ah, mm...
[ although ordinarily more reticent in bed, tseng doesn't have it in him right now to hold back any of the noises that want to spill forth from his mouth. even though clorinde hasn't actually taken him in her mouth, the press of her tongue and lips against his length is dizzyingly good, enough to make tseng's breath come heavier and his lips part on quiet noises, his gaze dark and eyes lidded as he looks down the length of his own body at her.
restlessly, his legs shift on the bed, bracing his heels against the mattress and spreading his thighs for her. or at least as much as he can, given the constraints of his slacks where they're still taut around his legs. the additional restraint only serves to arouse him more. ]
[ there's no touch of his fingers in her hair for her to go off on, but that's fine—his voice is more than plenty. normally, he'd be the one coaxing those same sounds from her, distracting her with his touch and his mouth that she often can't hear him in the midst of it. but there's nothing preventing her from hearing him this time, and each little gasp and moan goes straight to her cunt, only sharpening the ache from earlier.
by the time she makes her leisurely way back up to the head, she finally takes it between her lips, suckling lightly while tonguing the slit, picking up the taste of his desire that'd gathered there. her hands leave him momentarily to slide along his legs, pressing them back down from where they'd risen against her sides; a wordless request for him to remain still. only after he lowers them does she take more of him into her mouth, reaching a third of the way down his cock before pulling back up to lavish the head with more attention. she repeats that for a while, getting a little lower each time until she reaches the base, pulling off completely to stroke him with her hand. ]
How are you doing? [ her voice is low, husky, and maybe she shouldn't expect him to carry a conversation at this point, but she likes the way his voice sounds strained with arousal. ] Are your wrists all right?
[ at the press of clorinde's palms to his thighs, tseng obediently lowers them to the mattress again, although he can't help the way his muscles tense and his legs shift slightly when she begins to swirl her tongue luxuriously around the head of his cock, already wet with precum and achingly hard. he stares, transfixed, as her lips part around the girth of him, and as she begins to bob her head to take more and more with each pass, tseng finds his own breath coming quicker, blood throbbing in his veins to make him all the more sensitive to every single touch.
he feels half-crazy by the time she pulls back off of him, and it takes a moment for tseng to find the coherence to respond to her question. ]
They're fine, [ he gathers his voice to say, tugging lightly at the restraint as if to indicate that all is well. he's not even chafing, that's how well she'd tied him. ] But Shiva, Clorinde, your mouth... I think I might lose my mind.
[ there's honesty in his tone and a touch of reverence too, the obvious admiration tseng has for her and his attraction to her mixed with his awe at this new situation they've found themselves in. ]
[ after everything, it's the honesty that makes her cheeks flush, that nearly makes her avert her gaze despite being the one with a hand on his cock. she's never doubted the things he'd said and it isn't as if she's unused to praise and admiration. but perhaps it's because it's from him—someone that she admires, someone that she respects, someone that she l—
her exhale is shakier than it should be, a quiet laugh partially muffled against her fingers as she brings her lips to the head again. ]
You can. I wouldn't mind if you came right now. [ her eyes drift shut as she nuzzles against the vein, mouthing lightly beneath the ridge. ] Would you like that more than coming in my mouth?
[ whether or not it's what she intends, the words call up an immediate image of what it might look like were tseng allowed to come on clorinde's face. the thought sears through him with a heat that's shocking, making tseng's cock twitch noticeably in her hand and his breath catch in his throat as he struggles against the impulse to do exactly that, to come right now instead of in her mouth.
he manages to wrest the impulse down again with some force of will, panting softly when his eyes open again to gaze down at her. the press of her lips just below the head of his cock makes tseng shiver, his thighs quivering briefly. ]
I would rather come in your mouth. [ it's not like they've never said things like this to each other before, so why does it make tseng feel oddly shy to admit? ] Please, Clorinde...
[ his cock throbs in her hand and for a moment, she thinks he would make a mess of her face. she could almost feel it—she's felt him come enough times now that she could imagine the heat of it on her cheeks, dripping down her lips and chin. she wants that, she thinks. maybe not this night, but later, when she's able to get him like this again. she hopes she can.
for now, she doesn't hide the affection in her gaze as she takes him into her mouth again, less teasing in the way she slides the circle of her mouth down about halfway. her cheeks hollow out with a languid suck at full flesh, the seal of her lips stretched tight around him; she'd missed the weight of him on her tongue, the texture of smooth skin as she swallows around him. he'd said please, after all, and he's been very nice so far. although, she isn't sure if that's mainly because he wants to be, or because it's their first time in this scenario.
she holds herself there when he nudges the back of her throat, lets him fill her mouth completely with a soft moan. there's something about letting her focus narrow down to just his cock in her mouth that's almost liberating, a lightness that she doesn't often have the luxury or the opportunity to feel. maybe this is the appeal of it—trust given freely and just as easily accepted, pared down to just her instincts and his voice. ]
[ if anyone can, clorinde can—all she needs to do is ask.
not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]
[ 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. ]
[ For the second time since arriving in this resort, Aerith wakes up in a compromising position in an unfamiliar place. At least this time she's in a bed rather than the spacious backseat of a car, but even her robe from her first awakening is entirely gone; her dress from last night is draped over a chair nearby, her modesty protected only by the thin drape of the bedsheets, her long brown hair splashed around her like extra fabric on the pillows.
Until Tseng speaks, she's only vaguely aware that there's someone else with her. Which, in and of itself, is odd—she certainly does not recall going to bed with anyone else, nor should she have drunk anywhere near enough for her to simply forget doing so. She enjoyed some drinks, of course she did, but the unfamiliarity of a new place kept her cautious, and as far as she can tell, she has perfect recall of the rest of the evening...
And so it's with something akin to confusion that emerald eyes blink open, that she stretches first one arm and then the other before sitting up, bedsheets held modestly against her breast. Her brain processes his words before it does the sights of the room, and so she's halfway to formulating an answer, lips parted, when she recognizes her companion.
Aerith stops, and she blinks. ]
...Tseng.
[ She doesn't know whether to feel relieved, or happy, or concerned, or embarrassed, or something else entirely, and so instead, she tries for a small joke: ]
Surely you'll get paid extra for finding me all the way out here.
[ there's very little here that comes down to coincidence, and so tseng doesn't think it's luck that he woke up in this bed still wearing his boxers and shirt, and with his slacks draped over a chair nearby. perhaps part of the house's great running joke, putting him and aerith into situations just like this one, little sparks to kindling to see which ones catch.
from the way that aerith looks at him tseng can tell she doesn't remember. it's in her body language too, the way she covers herself with the sheet; tseng doesn't have the heart to even remind himself that he's seen her naked many times before. instead he just averts his gaze, dropping it to the mattress somewhere between them and to the left, giving her some modicum of privacy if she wishes to find a robe or some other way to cover up.
her presence here feels at once like a blessing and a curse. it relieves him to know she's safe; it chafes at him, the renewed reminder of what he'd done to her in the name of keeping her safe. ]
Aerith. [ a small nod. ] I hate to disappoint, but I am very much not on the clock right now.
[ and on whose payroll, anyway? rufus is here, somewhere, but he's not the one paying tseng's bills these days. ]
[ Perhaps it's strange of her, but for as much as she's allowed herself the time and modesty required to cover her breasts, she doesn't quite feel the need to get out of the bed in search of something that would cover her better than nothing at all. Perhaps it's the slight headache, or maybe it's the sight of that horrid, uncomfortable dress, the only garment immediately visible in the room. Perhaps it's something else altogether, like that strange energy that seems to sit around him, like there's something he's not telling her...
Either way, she finds herself reaching out, one soft hand covering his, seeking his attention back on her. The smile she wears, despite their situation, is gentle, patient—maybe a little teasing. ]
It was a joke~! I know you're not on the clock right now... I'd be confused if you were, from what I've learned of this place!
[ Which, admittedly? Isn't a lot so far, other than the fact that it seems to really< want people to indulge their hedonistic sides. The thought makes her sigh, and she reaches up absent-mindedly, combing her fingers through her hair. ]
So what kinds of things are in the bag, then? If they're not all hangover cures. [ And then, after a moment, her voice softer: ] How long have you been trapped in this resort, Tseng?
[ the touch of her hand is too hot against his own, but tseng doesn't pull away. their relationship has always been complicated, so the tangle of emotion that sits somewhere beneath his lungs is nothing new; it's easy for tseng to swallow down, to breathe around as he returns his gaze steadily to aerith's face.
one small blessing is that she seems to already have an understanding of what the resort is. perhaps she's been here for a few days already, making her way through the monthly games without crossing tseng's path. that means it doesn't have to be tseng who explains to her the house rules, and more specifically, the house's expectations of their behavior while they're here. ]
Some medications, but not ones I would choose for a hangover, [ tseng says. ] A sleeping mask, and...
[ from the bag, tseng picks up a cute pink clit sucking toy. ]
This.
[ well, she asked. after a moment, tseng returns the toy to the bag in the name of answering her second question. ]
I've been here just shy of a year. Ten months, or thereabouts.
[ She smiles when he turns his gaze back to her, even though it means that in the very next moment he gets to see the rush of pink across her cheeks as he holds up the toy. There's curiosity, though, too: she's not inexperienced, but nor is she experienced in the way that others might be, and while she knows what a sex toy is at a glance, she can't identify exactly what one might do just from seeing it.
The temptation is there to ask, but she's asking a lot of questions already, and the situation here, between the two of them, is already a little strange, so— ]
At least it's a cute color? [ she says instead, and the laugh on her lips is light and playful despite the hint of shyness on her cheeks.
Maybe she'll ask him later, but for now her interest is on his answer to the question already off her lips. Her eyes widen, and where there was shy uncertainty on her features for a moment, it's replaced by a genuine concern, sympathy, Aerith's fingers sliding forward on his hand until they can curl around it, holding it in her own. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says, and her voice is soft. ] It must have been... Well, I woke up here barely a day before that party started, and even I know that this isn't exactly the nicest place to be, sometimes.
[ which, tseng realizes in the instant after the words leave his mouth, is an insane thing to say out loud. least of all because this isn't an aerith who remembers having been here before, which means he needs to be more circumspect about what he says and how.
it doesn't make him blush—tseng hasn't blushed in decades—but it does make him clear his throat slightly as he sets the toy down on the mattress. out of sight out of mind. ]
I appreciate that. [ it might not be aerith with her memories of this place, but it is unmistakably aerith: who else would be able to offer comfort like this to a man who is ostensibly her jailer? ] It has been less objectionable for me than for some others, though, because of my assigned rank—Jack of Diamonds.
[ even with only a few days under her belt, aerith will probably know that means creature comforts that aren't given to those of lower ranks. she will probably also know that tseng is deeply uncomfortable with the status and attention. ]
[ The statement makes her laugh even as the blush on her cheeks darkens. She may not remember having been here before, but she's been here long enough to understand what the place is about, and she appreciates him being so forthcoming with her, whether he meant to be or not. He's rewarded with a slight touch against his side, her elbow finding the space between two of his ribs in a brief nudge. ]
Well, at least we've got something on hand if we end up locked in here, right?
[ She's already been locked in a car, after all, and found sex to be the only key that would get her out of it.
She listens to the rest of what he says though, and there's a curious tilt to her head when he says it's been less objectionable due to his rank. The hand holding his squeezes as she smiles. ]
Somehow I get the feeling you'd enjoy being somewhere in the middle more. The attention of being a higher-ranked card can't be easy for you, right?
[ as much as tseng hates to admit it, he does, with a wry expression, say, ] I think you'll find there's a non-zero chance that door doesn't open.
[ the one that would let them out of the suite, that is. like, he hasn't tested it, but aerith seems to have already gathered that the resort is often keen to lock them in places and only let them free on climax, and tseng wouldn't be at all surprised to find that that's the case for them right now.
but they can figure that out for certain in a minute or two. tseng pauses briefly, warring against his instinct to hold back information that would make him vulnerable. were they in midgar, he would never answer honestly—but they're not in midgar, are they. ]
It... is not my favorite, [ he says after a moment. ] But the attention is a fair price to pay for the influence and access to information.
[ so he puts up with it, even though it makes his skin crawl still to hear people simper about him every time he enters the gambling hall. ]
[ what follows after tseng makes himself comfortable is this: an entrance. never let it be said that badou nails doesn’t know how to make one, even when it’s forced on him like this one technically is. some shouting behind the door, and then it’s wrenched open as a lanky redhead gets bodily tossed inside as if he were nothing more than the ragdoll he resembles. there’s some indignant squawking along the way, even after the door has been slammed shut behind him, and what follows that is a fairly mundane introduction and explanation. seems tseng’s designated partner for the evening had tried his luck one too many times at the games, to the detriment of all the players around him, and so he had been heavily recommended trying his hand at a different game, somewhere far less obtrusive, because nobody likes a sore loser more than a house that enjoys putting them in their place.
said place is apparently the “dominant” in this particular scenario, a decision that, if you asked badou, says more about the house’s feelings towards tseng than him, but hey what does he know about any of this. among the paraphernalia is a box of cigarettes that are easily spotted and hoarded, so at least for the time being badou is mollified enough to play along.
besides, it could be worse, couldn’t it? for badou, that is, not for tseng. it’s probably very, very bad right now for tseng. ]
Y’ever wonder why so much of this stuff leans so heavy on punishment? Like, what, they think nobody ever gets off on being a good boy?
[ don’t read too much into that, tseng. badou has about as much sense of his own personal preference as he does sense in general, which is to say a startling amount, but that only ever seems to come up when it’s most inconvenient.
for now he’s content to settle back on one of the chairs, hooking an ankle along the opposite knee in a rather impressive manspread, useless as it is given there isn’t much space in that chair to share anyway. he gives his cigarette a long, dragging draw, like a deep breath before a plunge. his expression reads remarkably unconcerned, all things considered. ]
[ the hullabaloo of badou's entrance into the bedroom is something tseng watches from the bed, one eyebrow lifted in witness of the indignance, followed by the bargaining, followed by the sulky resignation to his fate. three whole stages of grief right there, and tseng had a front row seat to all of them. the newcomer reminds tseng of reno in some ways, loudmouth redhead with a smoking habit, and that alone is enough to make him feel just the tiniest bit of kinship. ]
Behavioral conditioning, [ tseng says. ] It's negative reinforcement. Be a good boy and you won't get punished.
[ for his part at least, tseng knows plenty of people who get off on being a good boy... but that's neither here nor there. (and he is certainly reading into it!) the manspread doesn't bother him, but the comment does earn a brief twitch of tseng's lips, as if amused by the suggestion. ]
How generous. [ badou could just as easily boss tseng around. he wonders whether the willingness to let tseng choose their activity is a sign of laziness, of service top-hood, or simply a general unfamiliarity with d/s dynamics. ] I like toys, giving oral sex, and spanking. Giving, usually, but I'm not against receiving. I don't like being eaten out and I would rather not be fully restrained. You can tie my wrists if you like, though.
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tseng | ff7r
ONE OR ELEVEN.
— touch me like nobody else does;
HANGOVER AFTERCARE.
— wildcard & ooc notes;
one or eleven-ish
clorinde may not be well-versed in shibari, but she does know her way around knots, albeit in the form of laying traps for hunting rather than in the bedroom. tying tseng’s wrists to the bedframe is easy enough, even if the act of doing so feels… unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome. she thinks that tseng may likely feel the same—she’s certain that he’s usually the one restraining others instead, and that speaks volumes in itself, doesn’t it? that he lets her secure one wrist and then the other, leaving him with enough give so that the rope doesn’t chafe against his skin. she leans back after she’s done but remains close, pressing her lips to his temple in a brief kiss. ]
How does it feel?
[ they're simple knots, ones that would be easy for him to get out of should he wish to, but a part of her wants to hear it from him anyway. she doesn’t pretend to know the finer details surrounding these scenes, and while she doesn't think this would turn into anything especially elaborate, his comfort would always come before anything else. ]
eheheh
now, with his shirt removed and his arms stretched up above his head, tseng looks up at clorinde and gives a reassuring nod. he can tell that the ropes are secure, although the knots are such that he could escape if it were necessary—even if clorinde isn't experienced with bondage in particular, it's clear she knows her way around a rope. ]
Good, [ he says. ] Firm, but not too tight.
[ and tseng is making no secret of the fact that he likes this. his skin prickles with goosebumps, not from cold but from excitement, and his cock is already beginning to harden against the zip of his slacks. still, he's patient for now, waiting to see what clorinde will do next. ]
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All right.
[ for now, she pulls away from him and removes her blouse and trousers, leaving her in just a lacy bra and panties. they're fancier than what she would normally wear; even underwear was not exempt from the black-tie requirement, it seems. when she settles back on the bed, she sits on her knees between his legs and just looks at him for a while, taking her time to let her gaze wander from his face down his chest to his abdomen. by now, they both know how quickly they respond to each other and it's easy to get swept up in his rhythm. while she's never had any complaints about it, it's not often that she has him like this: spread out beneath her, invitation and excitement in every line of his body.
eventually, she rests both hands below his sternum, sliding them down until they reach the waistband of his slacks. one finger traces over the half-hard shape of his cock against his fly, down and back up again. ]
I want to take our time tonight, [ she says as her eyes find his. ] And I'd like to start by tasting you again. [ she thumbs over the button of his slacks, slowly undoing it. ] May I?
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when finally clorinde's palms come to rest on his skin, tseng feels primed for—for what? anything, whatever she wants to give him. usually it's him on the giving end, not the receiving, and that lends a particularly keen sweetness to the moment. ]
Mm. [ his cock twitches under the brush of clorinde's fingertip, a reaction tseng couldn't hide and doesn't try to. ] I'd like that too, actually. Please.
[ the slowness of her teasing is almost unbearable, but being made to bear it only heightens the pleasure when the moment of release finally comes, so tseng is content to let her take her time in having her way with him. ]
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If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]
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I'll tell you, [ he promises, and then, ] ah, mm...
[ although ordinarily more reticent in bed, tseng doesn't have it in him right now to hold back any of the noises that want to spill forth from his mouth. even though clorinde hasn't actually taken him in her mouth, the press of her tongue and lips against his length is dizzyingly good, enough to make tseng's breath come heavier and his lips part on quiet noises, his gaze dark and eyes lidded as he looks down the length of his own body at her.
restlessly, his legs shift on the bed, bracing his heels against the mattress and spreading his thighs for her. or at least as much as he can, given the constraints of his slacks where they're still taut around his legs. the additional restraint only serves to arouse him more. ]
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by the time she makes her leisurely way back up to the head, she finally takes it between her lips, suckling lightly while tonguing the slit, picking up the taste of his desire that'd gathered there. her hands leave him momentarily to slide along his legs, pressing them back down from where they'd risen against her sides; a wordless request for him to remain still. only after he lowers them does she take more of him into her mouth, reaching a third of the way down his cock before pulling back up to lavish the head with more attention. she repeats that for a while, getting a little lower each time until she reaches the base, pulling off completely to stroke him with her hand. ]
How are you doing? [ her voice is low, husky, and maybe she shouldn't expect him to carry a conversation at this point, but she likes the way his voice sounds strained with arousal. ] Are your wrists all right?
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he feels half-crazy by the time she pulls back off of him, and it takes a moment for tseng to find the coherence to respond to her question. ]
They're fine, [ he gathers his voice to say, tugging lightly at the restraint as if to indicate that all is well. he's not even chafing, that's how well she'd tied him. ] But Shiva, Clorinde, your mouth... I think I might lose my mind.
[ there's honesty in his tone and a touch of reverence too, the obvious admiration tseng has for her and his attraction to her mixed with his awe at this new situation they've found themselves in. ]
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her exhale is shakier than it should be, a quiet laugh partially muffled against her fingers as she brings her lips to the head again. ]
You can. I wouldn't mind if you came right now. [ her eyes drift shut as she nuzzles against the vein, mouthing lightly beneath the ridge. ] Would you like that more than coming in my mouth?
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he manages to wrest the impulse down again with some force of will, panting softly when his eyes open again to gaze down at her. the press of her lips just below the head of his cock makes tseng shiver, his thighs quivering briefly. ]
I would rather come in your mouth. [ it's not like they've never said things like this to each other before, so why does it make tseng feel oddly shy to admit? ] Please, Clorinde...
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for now, she doesn't hide the affection in her gaze as she takes him into her mouth again, less teasing in the way she slides the circle of her mouth down about halfway. her cheeks hollow out with a languid suck at full flesh, the seal of her lips stretched tight around him; she'd missed the weight of him on her tongue, the texture of smooth skin as she swallows around him. he'd said please, after all, and he's been very nice so far. although, she isn't sure if that's mainly because he wants to be, or because it's their first time in this scenario.
she holds herself there when he nudges the back of her throat, lets him fill her mouth completely with a soft moan. there's something about letting her focus narrow down to just his cock in her mouth that's almost liberating, a lightness that she doesn't often have the luxury or the opportunity to feel. maybe this is the appeal of it—trust given freely and just as easily accepted, pared down to just her instincts and his voice. ]
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not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]
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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. ]
Are you all right?
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hangover aftercare
Until Tseng speaks, she's only vaguely aware that there's someone else with her. Which, in and of itself, is odd—she certainly does not recall going to bed with anyone else, nor should she have drunk anywhere near enough for her to simply forget doing so. She enjoyed some drinks, of course she did, but the unfamiliarity of a new place kept her cautious, and as far as she can tell, she has perfect recall of the rest of the evening...
And so it's with something akin to confusion that emerald eyes blink open, that she stretches first one arm and then the other before sitting up, bedsheets held modestly against her breast. Her brain processes his words before it does the sights of the room, and so she's halfway to formulating an answer, lips parted, when she recognizes her companion.
Aerith stops, and she blinks. ]
...Tseng.
[ She doesn't know whether to feel relieved, or happy, or concerned, or embarrassed, or something else entirely, and so instead, she tries for a small joke: ]
Surely you'll get paid extra for finding me all the way out here.
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from the way that aerith looks at him tseng can tell she doesn't remember. it's in her body language too, the way she covers herself with the sheet; tseng doesn't have the heart to even remind himself that he's seen her naked many times before. instead he just averts his gaze, dropping it to the mattress somewhere between them and to the left, giving her some modicum of privacy if she wishes to find a robe or some other way to cover up.
her presence here feels at once like a blessing and a curse. it relieves him to know she's safe; it chafes at him, the renewed reminder of what he'd done to her in the name of keeping her safe. ]
Aerith. [ a small nod. ] I hate to disappoint, but I am very much not on the clock right now.
[ and on whose payroll, anyway? rufus is here, somewhere, but he's not the one paying tseng's bills these days. ]
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Either way, she finds herself reaching out, one soft hand covering his, seeking his attention back on her. The smile she wears, despite their situation, is gentle, patient—maybe a little teasing. ]
It was a joke~! I know you're not on the clock right now... I'd be confused if you were, from what I've learned of this place!
[ Which, admittedly? Isn't a lot so far, other than the fact that it seems to really< want people to indulge their hedonistic sides. The thought makes her sigh, and she reaches up absent-mindedly, combing her fingers through her hair. ]
So what kinds of things are in the bag, then? If they're not all hangover cures. [ And then, after a moment, her voice softer: ] How long have you been trapped in this resort, Tseng?
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one small blessing is that she seems to already have an understanding of what the resort is. perhaps she's been here for a few days already, making her way through the monthly games without crossing tseng's path. that means it doesn't have to be tseng who explains to her the house rules, and more specifically, the house's expectations of their behavior while they're here. ]
Some medications, but not ones I would choose for a hangover, [ tseng says. ] A sleeping mask, and...
[ from the bag, tseng picks up a cute pink clit sucking toy. ]
This.
[ well, she asked. after a moment, tseng returns the toy to the bag in the name of answering her second question. ]
I've been here just shy of a year. Ten months, or thereabouts.
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The temptation is there to ask, but she's asking a lot of questions already, and the situation here, between the two of them, is already a little strange, so— ]
At least it's a cute color? [ she says instead, and the laugh on her lips is light and playful despite the hint of shyness on her cheeks.
Maybe she'll ask him later, but for now her interest is on his answer to the question already off her lips. Her eyes widen, and where there was shy uncertainty on her features for a moment, it's replaced by a genuine concern, sympathy, Aerith's fingers sliding forward on his hand until they can curl around it, holding it in her own. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says, and her voice is soft. ] It must have been... Well, I woke up here barely a day before that party started, and even I know that this isn't exactly the nicest place to be, sometimes.
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[ which, tseng realizes in the instant after the words leave his mouth, is an insane thing to say out loud. least of all because this isn't an aerith who remembers having been here before, which means he needs to be more circumspect about what he says and how.
it doesn't make him blush—tseng hasn't blushed in decades—but it does make him clear his throat slightly as he sets the toy down on the mattress. out of sight out of mind. ]
I appreciate that. [ it might not be aerith with her memories of this place, but it is unmistakably aerith: who else would be able to offer comfort like this to a man who is ostensibly her jailer? ] It has been less objectionable for me than for some others, though, because of my assigned rank—Jack of Diamonds.
[ even with only a few days under her belt, aerith will probably know that means creature comforts that aren't given to those of lower ranks. she will probably also know that tseng is deeply uncomfortable with the status and attention. ]
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Well, at least we've got something on hand if we end up locked in here, right?
[ She's already been locked in a car, after all, and found sex to be the only key that would get her out of it.
She listens to the rest of what he says though, and there's a curious tilt to her head when he says it's been less objectionable due to his rank. The hand holding his squeezes as she smiles. ]
Somehow I get the feeling you'd enjoy being somewhere in the middle more. The attention of being a higher-ranked card can't be easy for you, right?
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[ the one that would let them out of the suite, that is. like, he hasn't tested it, but aerith seems to have already gathered that the resort is often keen to lock them in places and only let them free on climax, and tseng wouldn't be at all surprised to find that that's the case for them right now.
but they can figure that out for certain in a minute or two. tseng pauses briefly, warring against his instinct to hold back information that would make him vulnerable. were they in midgar, he would never answer honestly—but they're not in midgar, are they. ]
It... is not my favorite, [ he says after a moment. ] But the attention is a fair price to pay for the influence and access to information.
[ so he puts up with it, even though it makes his skin crawl still to hear people simper about him every time he enters the gambling hall. ]
You don't have a card assignment yet, correct?
I return here too :3
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said place is apparently the “dominant” in this particular scenario, a decision that, if you asked badou, says more about the house’s feelings towards tseng than him, but hey what does he know about any of this. among the paraphernalia is a box of cigarettes that are easily spotted and hoarded, so at least for the time being badou is mollified enough to play along.
besides, it could be worse, couldn’t it? for badou, that is, not for tseng. it’s probably very, very bad right now for tseng. ]
Y’ever wonder why so much of this stuff leans so heavy on punishment? Like, what, they think nobody ever gets off on being a good boy?
[ don’t read too much into that, tseng. badou has about as much sense of his own personal preference as he does sense in general, which is to say a startling amount, but that only ever seems to come up when it’s most inconvenient.
for now he’s content to settle back on one of the chairs, hooking an ankle along the opposite knee in a rather impressive manspread, useless as it is given there isn’t much space in that chair to share anyway. he gives his cigarette a long, dragging draw, like a deep breath before a plunge. his expression reads remarkably unconcerned, all things considered. ]
Go on then. Might as well pick your poison.
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Behavioral conditioning, [ tseng says. ] It's negative reinforcement. Be a good boy and you won't get punished.
[ for his part at least, tseng knows plenty of people who get off on being a good boy... but that's neither here nor there. (and he is certainly reading into it!) the manspread doesn't bother him, but the comment does earn a brief twitch of tseng's lips, as if amused by the suggestion. ]
How generous. [ badou could just as easily boss tseng around. he wonders whether the willingness to let tseng choose their activity is a sign of laziness, of service top-hood, or simply a general unfamiliarity with d/s dynamics. ] I like toys, giving oral sex, and spanking. Giving, usually, but I'm not against receiving. I don't like being eaten out and I would rather not be fully restrained. You can tie my wrists if you like, though.