【 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.
▶ 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 January event.
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▶ 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!
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[ He capitulates so easily. There's satisfaction in it, being filled to the brim with the melted run-off, Wriothesley's emotions welling so hot and high that it threatens to tip that surface tension at the slightest provocation. Kizuna is unafraid to let his empathy run wild with him, an underscored hunger. Still poised next to his ear with arms hung loosely against his neck, he presses his smile to its contour as if imparting a gift, a treat. ]
Good boy. [ Somehow, his brush backwards to kiss his cheek is anything but chaste. ] You know I can't resist you either.
[ Leaning back fully, he brushes noses, one leg slotting against his powerful thighs. ]
There are places other than our suite, if you can make it that far.
[There's a shiver that runs through his body. The feel of lips against sensitive skin and the resounding snap of his control that comes with it. It's so easy to let everything tip over, make a mess, and not regret it when it comes to Kizuna. The way Kizuna's praise washes over him; seesawing between a blanket to an envelop him or an electro shock to his libido. There's no mistaking the man's arousal.
And, really, wasn't Kizuna purposely encouraging it. It really takes a lot of him to not just grind down against that leg like a dog that just wants to rut and Kizuna can practically see the way that Wriothesley was calculating the entire location around them and what was close by.
It pays to learn the lay of the land for times like this.
Which is why he starts to drag the other away from the open space where they were dancing. He knows there's a stairwell nearby. Is it a little seedy? Probably. It's not romantic by any means, but somehow it's perfect for quick relief. For two impatient men who want something a little more than just a dance while giving the illusion of privacy.] You sure know how to rile a man up. [And he's eating right out of Kizuna's palm.]
You want people to know that bad? I'll make sure you look the part when we come back. No one will be able to deny what happened. [He glances at the other as he licks his lips, a grin showing off those sharp fangs of his.]
[ Kizuna follows close behind him, fingers locked and body heat radiating. His eyes flick upwards, glassy and luminescent with want, knowing exactly when to meet Wriothesley's gaze as he looks over his shoulder. ]
Don't you know? I always want to wear you where everyone can see. [ Pushing him onwards, voice close and honey-soft behind him as they slip through the crowd. ] Your scent, your marks, the colors you leave behind...
[ Like this, Kizuna can't deny the revelry is having an effect on him. It's so easy to fall into its pulse, all caged and golden. But he is safe with this man who he's given his heart to, tethered to him by a trust that seems to magnify his desires tenfold. Having watched him throughout the night, he's finally letting it go — that knowledge that he's his, no matter how many other patrons bid for his hand and his attention. His empathy cradled that knowledge throughout. This man's heart belongs in his hands, his teeth.
Even when the crowd thins at the party's outskirts, Kizuna remains on his heels as the doorway to the stairwell comes into view. ]
Somehow, the distance through the night did nothing but encourage him to return to Kizuna. Every little glance, everytime he felt Kizuna's stare on him; he wanted nothing more than their touch and affection. In the end, no one grabbed his attention the way Kizuna did.
Wriothesley doesn't waste anytime once they slip into the stairwell. Hell, the door is still closing when Wriothesley shoves the other against the wall, mouth pressed against Kizuna's in a hungry kiss. There's the drag to teeth on skin and a press of tongue begging for something deeper. Hands were already slipping under the jacket to roam over smooth, unblemished skin. He's warmer than usual, not really making any attempt to cooldown when he wants to melt into his lover right this moment.]
You'll get all of that, don't worry. You'll feel me where people can see... [Hands move to start undoing Kizuna's pants.] And where they can't for that matter...
[ Desire flourishes as his shoulders hit the wall, lips parting in a soft sound of ecstasy when Wriothesley's tongue delves against him. He's come to like it, having glimpses of that raw strength leveled against him. Part of him has dreamed about it all night in the glow of the chandeliers, watching him measure himself among the thrum of strangers. He wants the crush of his attention against his mouth, kisses so deep he can barely think beyond them. ]
Hands first.
[ Kizuna's kisses shallow only briefly to instruct Wriothesley on what he wants even as he cleaves to his desires just as easily. A gasped murmur, full of teeth and tongue as he pushes his hips into the other man's awaiting hands. ]
— ah, but. [ A devilish curl of kiss-wetted lips, long fingers tightening into the thick material of his coat where it lays across his shoulders to keep him pulled close. ] Keep the gloves on, if you want to.
[The press of bodies and heated kisses have him lost in a haze. He feels Kizuna's arousal mix with his, burning in the pit of his stomach as he breathes the other in. They fill his senses, his everything, with this man.
His laugh is breathless against Kizuna's lips as the man shamelessly whispers their desires to him. Who is he to deny them?] Just say you want me to keep them on, sweetness. You know I'm nothing more than a slave to your desires. [He wraps a hand around Kizuna's cock, stroking it slowly.]
Our desires. [He starts to trail his kisses down Kizuna's jaw.] I've been watching you all night, beloved. Do you know how much I wanted you? How much I was thinking about this? You could ask me anything right now and I'd give it because I've been thinking it the moment we separated.
[ His cock twitches in Wriothesley's clothed grasp, skin sensitive to the texture of his gloves, the loose curl of his fingers beneath the material. Fingertips tightening against his shoulders, he rolls his hips into his grasp, wanton and eager. ]
I could feel it. [ Kizuna restlessly tips his head aside, baring the shivering slope of his neck to the other man for him to make out with. He's insatiable for his touch, the imprint of his words sinking into his skin. ] Every time you kept your eyes from straying to me, I felt it. Every time you wished someone else's hands were mine, I felt it...
[ And wasn't that the point of the game? To play and revel in the feelings of possession that run low in them both? ]
So, how does it feel to you? [ Now that they're linking, emotions aligned. ] Knowing that you'll always make your way back to me?
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Good boy. [ Somehow, his brush backwards to kiss his cheek is anything but chaste. ] You know I can't resist you either.
[ Leaning back fully, he brushes noses, one leg slotting against his powerful thighs. ]
There are places other than our suite, if you can make it that far.
[ He's egging him on. Just a little. ]
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And, really, wasn't Kizuna purposely encouraging it. It really takes a lot of him to not just grind down against that leg like a dog that just wants to rut and Kizuna can practically see the way that Wriothesley was calculating the entire location around them and what was close by.
It pays to learn the lay of the land for times like this.
Which is why he starts to drag the other away from the open space where they were dancing. He knows there's a stairwell nearby. Is it a little seedy? Probably. It's not romantic by any means, but somehow it's perfect for quick relief. For two impatient men who want something a little more than just a dance while giving the illusion of privacy.] You sure know how to rile a man up. [And he's eating right out of Kizuna's palm.]
You want people to know that bad? I'll make sure you look the part when we come back. No one will be able to deny what happened. [He glances at the other as he licks his lips, a grin showing off those sharp fangs of his.]
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Don't you know? I always want to wear you where everyone can see. [ Pushing him onwards, voice close and honey-soft behind him as they slip through the crowd. ] Your scent, your marks, the colors you leave behind...
[ Like this, Kizuna can't deny the revelry is having an effect on him. It's so easy to fall into its pulse, all caged and golden. But he is safe with this man who he's given his heart to, tethered to him by a trust that seems to magnify his desires tenfold. Having watched him throughout the night, he's finally letting it go — that knowledge that he's his, no matter how many other patrons bid for his hand and his attention. His empathy cradled that knowledge throughout. This man's heart belongs in his hands, his teeth.
Even when the crowd thins at the party's outskirts, Kizuna remains on his heels as the doorway to the stairwell comes into view. ]
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Somehow, the distance through the night did nothing but encourage him to return to Kizuna. Every little glance, everytime he felt Kizuna's stare on him; he wanted nothing more than their touch and affection. In the end, no one grabbed his attention the way Kizuna did.
Wriothesley doesn't waste anytime once they slip into the stairwell. Hell, the door is still closing when Wriothesley shoves the other against the wall, mouth pressed against Kizuna's in a hungry kiss. There's the drag to teeth on skin and a press of tongue begging for something deeper. Hands were already slipping under the jacket to roam over smooth, unblemished skin. He's warmer than usual, not really making any attempt to cooldown when he wants to melt into his lover right this moment.]
You'll get all of that, don't worry. You'll feel me where people can see... [Hands move to start undoing Kizuna's pants.] And where they can't for that matter...
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Hands first.
[ Kizuna's kisses shallow only briefly to instruct Wriothesley on what he wants even as he cleaves to his desires just as easily. A gasped murmur, full of teeth and tongue as he pushes his hips into the other man's awaiting hands. ]
— ah, but. [ A devilish curl of kiss-wetted lips, long fingers tightening into the thick material of his coat where it lays across his shoulders to keep him pulled close. ] Keep the gloves on, if you want to.
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His laugh is breathless against Kizuna's lips as the man shamelessly whispers their desires to him. Who is he to deny them?] Just say you want me to keep them on, sweetness. You know I'm nothing more than a slave to your desires. [He wraps a hand around Kizuna's cock, stroking it slowly.]
Our desires. [He starts to trail his kisses down Kizuna's jaw.] I've been watching you all night, beloved. Do you know how much I wanted you? How much I was thinking about this? You could ask me anything right now and I'd give it because I've been thinking it the moment we separated.
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I could feel it. [ Kizuna restlessly tips his head aside, baring the shivering slope of his neck to the other man for him to make out with. He's insatiable for his touch, the imprint of his words sinking into his skin. ] Every time you kept your eyes from straying to me, I felt it. Every time you wished someone else's hands were mine, I felt it...
[ And wasn't that the point of the game? To play and revel in the feelings of possession that run low in them both? ]
So, how does it feel to you? [ Now that they're linking, emotions aligned. ] Knowing that you'll always make your way back to me?
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