【 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.
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[That's his cue, when Aventurine starts to shift in his lap, to snake an arm around his hips and pull him flush against his own body — like it's an offer of friction, or maybe just a temptation to chase it, should Aventurine find himself willing to risk stealing a little bit of surreptitious grinding without anyone around catching on.
It's easier for Rufus to keep his own movements concealed, with the benefit of the couch blocking him and the fact that he's the one underneath rather than on top; it's subtle yet sinuous, the way he rolls his hips shallowly into Aventurine's in smooth, slow movements, as if to encourage that interest in the other man's slacks to continue growing.]
I'm not scared you'll run. You've got plenty of reasons to stay.
[Or one big reason, at least, though he's not quite so crass as to frame it like that.]
No, running isn't the sort of "getting off" I have in mind for you at all.
( so he does, doesn't he? above the entertainment coming from the game they play, the pull closer is a siren song of temptation, that even he, in his professionalism and experience, can surrender to desire like anyone else. it's what makes the challenge fun - measuring the control he has on temptation, not wanting to let rufus see how easily an influence he has on him, though it would be foolish to assume the both of them aren't on the same page already.
fine, then, he thinks. if rufus wants him closer, then aventurine will scoot closer, grind himself on his lap to truly cut their distance short, so the both of them can feel the other better. a game has more than one player, after all. )
How honored I am that you have me in mind at all. ( said almost insincerely, though it's more meant to be a tease than otherwise.
not so much of a surprise, when aventurine presents himself the way he does; a hand sprawling over the back of rufus' neck, if only to keep his head steady, and he doesn't look away from the pretty little prize he has on his lap. )
I do have to wonder how often it is that you're interested in anyone. Am I that special, or just another pretty face you've found in here?
[It's good, the way each subsequent exchange of their game has brought Aventurine a little closer, a little more securely into Rufus's hold; it's where he wants him, focused in on their banter and the meet of their eyes and the steady, lulling rhythm of their cocks grinding together through fabric. The press of that hand at the back of his neck makes him smile, just faintly; it's meant to convey that he's been caught, he knows, as little by little they tangle themselves up in each other.
But that's just what he's wanted, because this is a game — and Aventurine seems the adaptable type, more prone to react to sudden changes than stimulation he can adapt to over time. There's some old adage about a frog in a boiling pot, and what it takes to get them to jump free; there's another about a spider and a web and a fly, and somehow he'd wager that both are applicable to this situation.
Case in point: Rufus lowers his voice, adding one more layer of temptation for Aventurine to place himself close where he's perched atop him — and like a sleight of hand magician, with the thumb that no one's watching, shoves the vibrator's slider gauge to maximum before holding down the burst for good measure.]
Do you feel special?
[His arm tightens like a trap, firm so Aventurine has nowhere to squirm but forward, which will only add even more stimulation if he tries — pressed flush as they are by their previous adjustments.]
Go on, Aventurine. All eyes are on you. How does power feel now?
[He says, though he doesn't really expect the other man to be coherent at all, sudden as the attempt at overwhelming him comes.]
( indeed he is, the adaptable type. it's his strength, a calm and rational mind that lays out plans and schemes regardless of the situation. he's aventurine of stratagems, after all, and yet it stands true, that the element of sudden surprise is what counters his quick mind for a least a while.
he had considered the overwhelming, mind-blowing sudden pleasure that would come from the game they play, yet it did not prepare him for how it would actually feel. a gasp that threatens leave his mouth, before he bites down on his lips and finds refuge at the crook of rufus' neck so he may hide his face and muffle his mouth both.
it hits all the right spots, too much so aventurine can't help but squirm, grind on rufus' lap both to chase after more of that feeling and renounce it at the same time. for all of his experience, aventurine is still human like anyone else, still falls victim to pleasure and stimulation, finding that too much of this would easily bring him to climax.
he opens his mouth to answer, or makes an attempt at it, but a moan escapes his mouth this time, and he bites it shut again. with the way his fingers cling onto the fabric of rufus' clothes, desperate and firm as though that's the only support he has, maybe that could be an answer itself. )
[There's something enticing about the way Aventurine curls against him, writhing in the trap of his arms like a prized pet. The vibrator has plenty of battery life to spare, but the element of surprise comes only once; if he turns it off and on again, the second pulse won't carry nearly the emphasis of the first, so he's got to make the most of this one while he's got it.
He's certainly not immune to the secondhand sensation, either — not when Aventurine's squirming is more erratic than controlled, not when the pressure and drag of the fabric over his own clothed cock is equal parts perfect yet not nearly enough. He cocks his head a little, almost obliging, to make more room for Aventurine to press against his neck. It's not an invitation to bite, but it's certainly an opportunity.]
Come like this for me. Just like this.
[It's soft enough to be encouragement, but imperative enough to be unmistakable for the command that it is.]
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It's easier for Rufus to keep his own movements concealed, with the benefit of the couch blocking him and the fact that he's the one underneath rather than on top; it's subtle yet sinuous, the way he rolls his hips shallowly into Aventurine's in smooth, slow movements, as if to encourage that interest in the other man's slacks to continue growing.]
I'm not scared you'll run. You've got plenty of reasons to stay.
[Or one big reason, at least, though he's not quite so crass as to frame it like that.]
No, running isn't the sort of "getting off" I have in mind for you at all.
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fine, then, he thinks. if rufus wants him closer, then aventurine will scoot closer, grind himself on his lap to truly cut their distance short, so the both of them can feel the other better. a game has more than one player, after all. )
How honored I am that you have me in mind at all. ( said almost insincerely, though it's more meant to be a tease than otherwise.
not so much of a surprise, when aventurine presents himself the way he does; a hand sprawling over the back of rufus' neck, if only to keep his head steady, and he doesn't look away from the pretty little prize he has on his lap. )
I do have to wonder how often it is that you're interested in anyone. Am I that special, or just another pretty face you've found in here?
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But that's just what he's wanted, because this is a game — and Aventurine seems the adaptable type, more prone to react to sudden changes than stimulation he can adapt to over time. There's some old adage about a frog in a boiling pot, and what it takes to get them to jump free; there's another about a spider and a web and a fly, and somehow he'd wager that both are applicable to this situation.
Case in point: Rufus lowers his voice, adding one more layer of temptation for Aventurine to place himself close where he's perched atop him — and like a sleight of hand magician, with the thumb that no one's watching, shoves the vibrator's slider gauge to maximum before holding down the burst for good measure.]
Do you feel special?
[His arm tightens like a trap, firm so Aventurine has nowhere to squirm but forward, which will only add even more stimulation if he tries — pressed flush as they are by their previous adjustments.]
Go on, Aventurine. All eyes are on you. How does power feel now?
[He says, though he doesn't really expect the other man to be coherent at all, sudden as the attempt at overwhelming him comes.]
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he had considered the overwhelming, mind-blowing sudden pleasure that would come from the game they play, yet it did not prepare him for how it would actually feel. a gasp that threatens leave his mouth, before he bites down on his lips and finds refuge at the crook of rufus' neck so he may hide his face and muffle his mouth both.
it hits all the right spots, too much so aventurine can't help but squirm, grind on rufus' lap both to chase after more of that feeling and renounce it at the same time. for all of his experience, aventurine is still human like anyone else, still falls victim to pleasure and stimulation, finding that too much of this would easily bring him to climax.
he opens his mouth to answer, or makes an attempt at it, but a moan escapes his mouth this time, and he bites it shut again. with the way his fingers cling onto the fabric of rufus' clothes, desperate and firm as though that's the only support he has, maybe that could be an answer itself. )
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[There's something enticing about the way Aventurine curls against him, writhing in the trap of his arms like a prized pet. The vibrator has plenty of battery life to spare, but the element of surprise comes only once; if he turns it off and on again, the second pulse won't carry nearly the emphasis of the first, so he's got to make the most of this one while he's got it.
He's certainly not immune to the secondhand sensation, either — not when Aventurine's squirming is more erratic than controlled, not when the pressure and drag of the fabric over his own clothed cock is equal parts perfect yet not nearly enough. He cocks his head a little, almost obliging, to make more room for Aventurine to press against his neck. It's not an invitation to bite, but it's certainly an opportunity.]
Come like this for me. Just like this.
[It's soft enough to be encouragement, but imperative enough to be unmistakable for the command that it is.]