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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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[If it happened in such a way that Keita can talk normally about it, he's clearly standing here in front of him now, it would be weird to get all swept up in it. It'd be way too awkward if he were expected to give sympathy now when the mood was so playful.]
[Instead, he can unwrap his present, so to speak. Aak's fingertips and palms are like a regular human's. As he moves clothing out of the way, every now and then a bit of fluffy fur will brush up against the exposed skin. While Aak has a certain regard for Keita's clothes he's not polite enough to actually fold them or anything. They'll go flying over to a corner of the room as Aak stares him down.]
Hehe, anticipation, huh? [he can't blame him, seeing the half-stiff cock also gets him excited]
[Aak rests his knee on the mattress and a hand on each of Keita's legs. It's a little pause to touch and tease but not a place he intends to linger while he's still got set-up to do.]
[ Even if Keita's clothes do end up a bit wrinkled, it's nothing a trip to the dry cleaner can't fix—as long as Aak doesn't leave any holes in them, so he can wear them back home afterwards, Keita isn't precious about it. In fact, almost as soon as his clothes are off his body he stops thinking about them entirely, much more interested in the sensation of Aak's hands moving over his skin. ]
Can I be blamed? [ Keita says with a smile. ] You've made me so many promises, after all.
[ It's the fault of anticipation indeed, and the way Aak presses his palms to Keita's thighs certainly isn't helping matters, even if it's clear he's mostly teasing and not going to get serious until after he's finished tying Keita up. And hopefully blindfolding him—that part of their evening still appeals to Keita greatly.
Companionably, Keita stretches his other arm out so Aak can tie it up whenever he wants, then leans back against his pillows and lets his thighs fall open, giving Aak full access to his body. He can touch whatever he wants—Keita wasn't lying about being sensitive, though, so who knows what responses those touches might elicit. ]
[Aak traces his fingertips along the inside of the thigh, thinking about the wide muscle beneath the skin. The little paths he could appreciate because of his knowledge. As muscle gives way to tendon, it's time for Aak to roll off to the other side of the bed to go secure Keita's other hand.]
[There's still something strangely novel about his promises being anticipated... positively. It's good, it's a good thing, he's just gotten so used to thriving off of people's complaining and dread. Keita's acceptance and invitations are a change.]
S'more fun to be eager anyways. [his tail flicks as he tugs to make sure the next handcuff was there. He says that but a bit of his energy is more focused on getting all the pieces together. He wasn't as prepared to do all these ties and cuffs as he was, say, to do a surgery.]
[It's only after he's got the legs secure that he grabs the blindfold. For some people, being forced to watch would be part of the pleasure. Keita is so accepting of it, though, that Aak doesn't even consider it. He wasn't going to get any twisted expressions of trying to hide how pleasurable it was- and he wouldn't need the proof of their own hard-on in front of them. Even without the future sight angle he gets why being blindfolded would be better.]
[Perching now by the head of the bed, he does pause to brush his fingers through Keita's hair. He wouldn't ruin his clothes and he doesn't want his hair to get stuck in an unsexy position from the blindfold going over. Priorities.]
Thanks for waitin'~ [as if it were a briefly delayed date instead of a tying up.]
[ Even just the drag of Aak's fingertips along Keita's skin is enough to make the muscle of his thigh twitch slightly, an almost ticklish sensation and yet surprisingly arousing. Just as Aak is surprised by Keita's anticipation, so too is Keita surprised by Aak's enthusiasm—but the weight of Aak's stare and his touch is pleasant, too, leaving Keita even more aware of himself.
He stretches out where he's guided, allowing both wrists and both ankles to be bound however Aak wants them, and when it comes time for the blindfold Keita tips his head back against the pillow to let Aak do what he likes. The brief pause to brush through Keita's hair makes him smile slightly, a small gesture but an appreciated one, and then the world vanishes behind fabric and Keita shivers at the strangeness of his immediate future-memories all going black. ]
My pleasure. [ Evidently. He's grown even harder in the interim, although not quite fully there. ] I don't know what I'd expected, but the restraints are surprisingly comfortable.
[Aak's pleasant, somewhat probing stare is finally blocked by the blindfold. There's a certain atmosphere of performance that starts to relax. The younger Feline always considered himself honest in his actions and reactions but with one sense gone he might as well focus on the ones that remained. His smile isn't to tease or intimidate. It's simply because he's in a good mood.]
Not everyone into this stuff's into getting roughed up, I guess. [and even as someone who's gotten a rush from inflicting pain, he wouldn't want to do it through shitty restraints. The intention was every bit as important as the act.]
You wanted to go a while anyways so good for you! [his voice moves around the room as he shifts off the bed and assures the location of his toys. There was an entire canvas of eager person for him to work with. There's the faint sound of somethings being tossed onto the free spaces of the bed, no sound distinct enough to pin down their identity. When the weight of Aak makes the mattress dip it's on his left-hand side, with no immediate conversation to give away what's running through his head.]
[There is the briefest press of room temperature plastic against a nipple before,]
And here. [The vibrating toy starts to buzz against the skin. In Aak's eyes, going for the erection was too obvious. He wanted to see things build before he went for anything major.]
That's true. I don't mind roughness, as I've said, but I prefer it to be intentional.
[ That is, if Aak is going to bite or scratch or hurt him in other ways Keita would rather it be Aak to do it, instead of leaving welts on his wrists just from thrashing around in the restraints. And, indeed, given their intention to test Keita's stamina tonight, he thinks the comfort of the cuffs will be very much appreciated.
Breathing softly and very aware of each sound he hears, Keita tries to track Aak's movement around the room. A shift of fabric here, a footfall there—Keita can't determine exactly what he's doing, but the longer his vision is blocked, the more easily Keita seems able to use his hearing to at least understand Aak's general location. And when the mattress dips as Aak sits, Keita gives himself a mental check mark for having guessed correctly.
There's a press of something cool and hard against his skin, and then moments later, Keita jumps as a motor buzzes to life within the casing of the little toy. ]
Oh, [ he half-gasps, a shudder of sensation running through him. Keita's chest is sensitive—not as sensitive as some other places on his body, but certainly sensitive enough that such direct, sustained stimulation is enough to make him shift a little, his breath hitching and his cock twitching slightly against his lower belly. He arches his back on instinct, as if trying to press into the sensation. ] Oh, that's very... mm...
[A gold star for Keita's mental map of the room and Aak's position!]
[There are plenty of places for Aak's eyes to wander. He may miss the visibility of his subject's eyes but he can still clean a lot from the curve of the lips, when they part in pleasure, and any flush of blood in the skin. Looking too long at the face, though, then he misses out on the eager erection. At least a long night promises plenty of time for both.]
Mmhm? [Aak tilts his head, another small shift as he moves his weight. There's a brush of short fur against the far side of Keita's body and the weight of a hand pressing down on the bed. The toy continues to be rolled over his nipple, the most distinct feeling compared to the hand on the other side or the fact he may be leaning over the older man.]
Use your words, huh? While you still can, [he teases.]
[ Being so chided makes Keita laugh quietly, although the sound stutters when the rise and fall of his chest makes the toy shift and sends a fresh jolt of pleasure through his body. ]
I think I told you, [ Keita manages, relatively steady although his voice does waver in places. ] I don't have much experience with... toys.
[ He pauses to draw a breath, then exhales slowly, ending on a low moan as heat flushes through him. If this is how toys feel, well, Keita is beginning to understand why people seem so enthusiastic about them in this place. ]
But it feels good... it feels—warm, a little. And tingling.
[ To say nothing of the little twitches of stronger pleasure that keep running through him, but surely Aak can see those on his own. ]
[Hearing the laugh interrupted sends a little shiver down Aak's spine. It's encouraging. While he would enjoy a person getting angry at him or snapping for doing something to try and get those moans or staccato breaths, there also something soothing about just continuing. He's doing a good job if he causes more sensation and he'll have done a good job if he reduces Keita to incoherence.]
You should try 'em more often! [Aak says with an eager edge to his tone.]
Sure, sometimes a human touch is better, but, [heh,] two good things that go good together, you know?
[That phrase should be a clue that he intends to touch Keita somewhere- a combination of the stimulation of the toy and something he can uniquely bring. Where, exactly, is only uncovered little movement by movement. The mattress shifts, Keita can feel Aak's torso brush against his and then the other nipple is subjected to a wet and rough tongue rolling over it.]
[So, the toy is rolled on one side while Aak laps at the other. The mass of sensation there with little additional details of the Feline's fur, his breath, the small creaks of the bed, all happening at once.]
[ It's not likely that Keita will get angry. Impatient, almost certainly, but one thing he knows by now is that there's pleasure in the delay, in being pushed to his limits and then past them, so while he will almost certainly (eventually) try to urge Aak on, he has no expectation that Aak will listen—and indeed, he'll enjoy it more if Aak doesn't.
For now, what Aak gets is another amused exhale and then a sharper inhale as the vibrator rolls over the stiff peak of his nipple once more. ]
This is doing, mmh, quite a bit to—to convince me I should explore...
[ The thought trails off as Keita's attention is distracted by the shift of movement. In the dark like this he can't see the way Aak moves, but his future-memories provide him with a burst of sensation only instants before it comes, the rough rasp of a feline tongue over his other nipple, equally sensitive if not more so.
It earns another moan, make Keita's legs shift helplessly on the bed. It stings a little, the roughness—and that sting only turns him on more, makes his back arch into the sensation and coaxes him that last little bit to full hardness, his cock lying heavy against his hip. Each breath he draws hitches a little, embarrassingly aroused, and Keita bites down on his lower lip like that might save him from himself. ]
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[Instead, he can unwrap his present, so to speak. Aak's fingertips and palms are like a regular human's. As he moves clothing out of the way, every now and then a bit of fluffy fur will brush up against the exposed skin. While Aak has a certain regard for Keita's clothes he's not polite enough to actually fold them or anything. They'll go flying over to a corner of the room as Aak stares him down.]
Hehe, anticipation, huh? [he can't blame him, seeing the half-stiff cock also gets him excited]
[Aak rests his knee on the mattress and a hand on each of Keita's legs. It's a little pause to touch and tease but not a place he intends to linger while he's still got set-up to do.]
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Can I be blamed? [ Keita says with a smile. ] You've made me so many promises, after all.
[ It's the fault of anticipation indeed, and the way Aak presses his palms to Keita's thighs certainly isn't helping matters, even if it's clear he's mostly teasing and not going to get serious until after he's finished tying Keita up. And hopefully blindfolding him—that part of their evening still appeals to Keita greatly.
Companionably, Keita stretches his other arm out so Aak can tie it up whenever he wants, then leans back against his pillows and lets his thighs fall open, giving Aak full access to his body. He can touch whatever he wants—Keita wasn't lying about being sensitive, though, so who knows what responses those touches might elicit. ]
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[There's still something strangely novel about his promises being anticipated... positively. It's good, it's a good thing, he's just gotten so used to thriving off of people's complaining and dread. Keita's acceptance and invitations are a change.]
S'more fun to be eager anyways. [his tail flicks as he tugs to make sure the next handcuff was there. He says that but a bit of his energy is more focused on getting all the pieces together. He wasn't as prepared to do all these ties and cuffs as he was, say, to do a surgery.]
[It's only after he's got the legs secure that he grabs the blindfold. For some people, being forced to watch would be part of the pleasure. Keita is so accepting of it, though, that Aak doesn't even consider it. He wasn't going to get any twisted expressions of trying to hide how pleasurable it was- and he wouldn't need the proof of their own hard-on in front of them. Even without the future sight angle he gets why being blindfolded would be better.]
[Perching now by the head of the bed, he does pause to brush his fingers through Keita's hair. He wouldn't ruin his clothes and he doesn't want his hair to get stuck in an unsexy position from the blindfold going over. Priorities.]
Thanks for waitin'~ [as if it were a briefly delayed date instead of a tying up.]
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[ Even just the drag of Aak's fingertips along Keita's skin is enough to make the muscle of his thigh twitch slightly, an almost ticklish sensation and yet surprisingly arousing. Just as Aak is surprised by Keita's anticipation, so too is Keita surprised by Aak's enthusiasm—but the weight of Aak's stare and his touch is pleasant, too, leaving Keita even more aware of himself.
He stretches out where he's guided, allowing both wrists and both ankles to be bound however Aak wants them, and when it comes time for the blindfold Keita tips his head back against the pillow to let Aak do what he likes. The brief pause to brush through Keita's hair makes him smile slightly, a small gesture but an appreciated one, and then the world vanishes behind fabric and Keita shivers at the strangeness of his immediate future-memories all going black. ]
My pleasure. [ Evidently. He's grown even harder in the interim, although not quite fully there. ] I don't know what I'd expected, but the restraints are surprisingly comfortable.
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Not everyone into this stuff's into getting roughed up, I guess. [and even as someone who's gotten a rush from inflicting pain, he wouldn't want to do it through shitty restraints. The intention was every bit as important as the act.]
You wanted to go a while anyways so good for you! [his voice moves around the room as he shifts off the bed and assures the location of his toys. There was an entire canvas of eager person for him to work with. There's the faint sound of somethings being tossed onto the free spaces of the bed, no sound distinct enough to pin down their identity. When the weight of Aak makes the mattress dip it's on his left-hand side, with no immediate conversation to give away what's running through his head.]
[There is the briefest press of room temperature plastic against a nipple before,]
And here. [The vibrating toy starts to buzz against the skin. In Aak's eyes, going for the erection was too obvious. He wanted to see things build before he went for anything major.]
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[ That is, if Aak is going to bite or scratch or hurt him in other ways Keita would rather it be Aak to do it, instead of leaving welts on his wrists just from thrashing around in the restraints. And, indeed, given their intention to test Keita's stamina tonight, he thinks the comfort of the cuffs will be very much appreciated.
Breathing softly and very aware of each sound he hears, Keita tries to track Aak's movement around the room. A shift of fabric here, a footfall there—Keita can't determine exactly what he's doing, but the longer his vision is blocked, the more easily Keita seems able to use his hearing to at least understand Aak's general location. And when the mattress dips as Aak sits, Keita gives himself a mental check mark for having guessed correctly.
There's a press of something cool and hard against his skin, and then moments later, Keita jumps as a motor buzzes to life within the casing of the little toy. ]
Oh, [ he half-gasps, a shudder of sensation running through him. Keita's chest is sensitive—not as sensitive as some other places on his body, but certainly sensitive enough that such direct, sustained stimulation is enough to make him shift a little, his breath hitching and his cock twitching slightly against his lower belly. He arches his back on instinct, as if trying to press into the sensation. ] Oh, that's very... mm...
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[There are plenty of places for Aak's eyes to wander. He may miss the visibility of his subject's eyes but he can still clean a lot from the curve of the lips, when they part in pleasure, and any flush of blood in the skin. Looking too long at the face, though, then he misses out on the eager erection. At least a long night promises plenty of time for both.]
Mmhm? [Aak tilts his head, another small shift as he moves his weight. There's a brush of short fur against the far side of Keita's body and the weight of a hand pressing down on the bed. The toy continues to be rolled over his nipple, the most distinct feeling compared to the hand on the other side or the fact he may be leaning over the older man.]
Use your words, huh? While you still can, [he teases.]
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I think I told you, [ Keita manages, relatively steady although his voice does waver in places. ] I don't have much experience with... toys.
[ He pauses to draw a breath, then exhales slowly, ending on a low moan as heat flushes through him. If this is how toys feel, well, Keita is beginning to understand why people seem so enthusiastic about them in this place. ]
But it feels good... it feels—warm, a little. And tingling.
[ To say nothing of the little twitches of stronger pleasure that keep running through him, but surely Aak can see those on his own. ]
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You should try 'em more often! [Aak says with an eager edge to his tone.]
Sure, sometimes a human touch is better, but, [heh,] two good things that go good together, you know?
[That phrase should be a clue that he intends to touch Keita somewhere- a combination of the stimulation of the toy and something he can uniquely bring. Where, exactly, is only uncovered little movement by movement. The mattress shifts, Keita can feel Aak's torso brush against his and then the other nipple is subjected to a wet and rough tongue rolling over it.]
[So, the toy is rolled on one side while Aak laps at the other. The mass of sensation there with little additional details of the Feline's fur, his breath, the small creaks of the bed, all happening at once.]
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For now, what Aak gets is another amused exhale and then a sharper inhale as the vibrator rolls over the stiff peak of his nipple once more. ]
This is doing, mmh, quite a bit to—to convince me I should explore...
[ The thought trails off as Keita's attention is distracted by the shift of movement. In the dark like this he can't see the way Aak moves, but his future-memories provide him with a burst of sensation only instants before it comes, the rough rasp of a feline tongue over his other nipple, equally sensitive if not more so.
It earns another moan, make Keita's legs shift helplessly on the bed. It stings a little, the roughness—and that sting only turns him on more, makes his back arch into the sensation and coaxes him that last little bit to full hardness, his cock lying heavy against his hip. Each breath he draws hitches a little, embarrassingly aroused, and Keita bites down on his lower lip like that might save him from himself. ]