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It has recently come to our attention that many of our guests have not been focusing on their health and wellness. In an effort to encourage healthy living and help our beloved guests get in shape, a grand sports festival will be held in the Golden Peacock. This sports festival will include many small games and four large games.
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♦ DIAMONDS GAME ♦
OMEGADOME: HUNTING GAME
A cheerful pair of game managers stand outside the conservatory doors and block all guests that try to enter. They quickly explain that a special Diamonds game is taking place inside and only guests that agree to participate may enter. This game is a physical exercise that riffs on "Hunting", which is a popular sport in many different countries and civilizations. Of course, it is one hundred percent safe, and all guests that play are eligible to win massive chip prizes, store vouchers, fabulous prizes, and more.
Details about the game? Those can't be shared outside of the conservatory. Only the brave and those willing to risks will reap the benefits of this Diamonds game. So step right up, dear guests, and sign this waiver before stepping into the flourishing beauty of the conservatory for a brand new adventure.
♥ HEARTS GAME ♥
DOUBLES' THERMO: SURVIVAL GAME
Chickadees is sparing no expense on advertising their e-sport games over the course of the sports festival. Posters, notifications, stickers, fliers! Come one, come all. Sports don't need to be physical. Guests that duck into the arcade will find a variety of e-sport games to enjoy, but the real showstopper that every single employee is aggressively promoting is the new immersive VR game, DOUBLES' THERMO.
A large swath of egg-shaped pods have been installed in the back half of Chickadees. Any guest that shows an iota of interest will be assaulted by employees encouraging them to give it a try. They will offer vouchers for a free session, encourage with mentions of prizes that can be won from the arcade's coveted prize wall, and persuade by praising how high tech and immersive the experience is. Some employees are desperate enough to trick or push guests into the pods if they aren't willing to go in themselves.
However they've ended up inside the VR egg, guests will find themselves submerged in strange fluid as the lid closes. Everything fades away into darkness as the game loads...
♣ CLUBS GAME ♣
QUACK AND COVER: SHOOTING GAME
Cloaca & Dagger has temporarily outfitted itself as a neon-bright paintball course. Gone are the wild sex setups in exchange for series of obstacles and obstructions for guests to navigate while in pursuit of paintball championship. This high intensity game of strategy and physical fitness promises to exhilarate! Welcome to Quack and Cover, a game where your shooting skills and ingenuity will be put to the test.
So say the game managers at the door before following up with a few disclaimers. Cloaca & Dagger is not responsible for any physical or psychological trauma guests may incur while inside. Guests that join the game will then be outfitted in tight black underarmor and supplied with a paintball gun and protective mask before being let loose on the course.
♠ SPADES GAME ♠
PECKING ORDER: MMA GAME
During night hours, many long-standing guests make their way through Talon toward the gym’s creaky basement stairs. Three floors down and then through a desolate hallway with littered with abandoned equipment. Double doors wait at the end, unassuming until they’ve been opened…
Flashing lights, jeers, and the thick odor of sweat. You’ve found the Pecking Order, a late-night mixed martial arts event where guests show their prowess in the ring. Spectating guests shout and messily eat snacks on make-shift bleachers while fighters clash inches away, using only their bodies to fight for dominance and win. Pecking Order is very informal; guests only need to sign up in order to get added to the docket. Anyone can watch, though they will be vaguely warned at the door that even spectating comes with risks.
LOCKER ROOMS
YOU WASH MY BACK, I'LL WASH YOURS
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[ It's a purely utilitarian act, and heading back to one of their rooms would only add more strings that make Minato feel even more wary about his budding, strange relationship with the teen who shares his face.
...it's not fair for the other person to be stuck in this devil's deal. After all, it didn't seem like he'd been thrown into the ring by his own volition.
So he'll permit the other to remove his pants without much fuss. They're both probably still covered in sweat from the earlier ordeal, and neither of them had the chance to scrub their faces of dried blood. There's nothing sentimental about it at all, and that might just be the way Minato prefers it. ]
You should care a little, at least as far as being comfortable.
[ Weirdo. This guy who has his face is weird.
Whatever. His pants are off- rather down enough for the act without any fuss, and Kazuya just sort of gives him A Look when he notices that his ex-opponent isn't even remotely hard.
Sheesh, talk about a tough crowd. ]
You weren't kidding when you said you weren't looking for anything, huh? What was the big deal with jumping me so bad then? Talk about rude. I thought you were going to end up trying to fuck me into the ring like some of the other guys were doing to each other.
[ How comfortable he feels is secondary to whatever needs to get done, whatever task is placed before his eyes. This is no different.
Still, Minato can't help but let out a breath at his former opponent's comments. Did he truly not believe him when he said he wasn't interested? ]
...is that why you looked so scared?
[ In truth, the thought of doing that had never crossed his mind.
Minato's gaze falls away as he shakes his head, though parts his thighs to make a little more space for the other teen. ]
Everyone there said to fight, so... I did.
[ ...not so different from throwing himself into SEES without asking further questions, really. That unflinching confidence his former teammates had oftentimes praised, perhaps it had actually stemmed from that same one-track mind. ]
[ Flat out. He doesn't like knowing what someone else is capable of, and he likes to be in control of the situation in general, especially when it comes to sex.
His hand moves, to gently grope and caress Minato's soft length to try and stir him into some kind of arousal. ]
It's even worse when you have no way to fight back. Of course I was afraid, you know. And maybe you should start questioning things a little more instead of attacking people. You could have at least let me throw the match without hurting me.
[ His hands bracing himself against the floor curl into fists as the other teen strokes over him. His efforts at least coax a slight twitch from my him, but nothing more. ]
...Arisato Minato.
[ Trust this stranger to throw the match? No way. Which is ironic, considering he's trusting him not to try anything funny while sitting between his legs.
And because he can't think of anything else to say for himself, he only comes up with one word: ]
[ Well, now that the introductions are done and out of the way, he can focus a little more on what it is that he's doing here between Minato's legs, which admittedly isn't a whole lot more than just stroking him, waiting for him to get at least a little harder than absolutely flaccid before he puts him in his mouth. ]
I'll grab you a bite to eat after this. My treat for making you into a bite to eat earlier.
[ Said with the same tone someone might use while talking about the weather. ]
[ The fists of Minato's hands unclench as Kazuya makes his offer. He's not sure what feels worse: having someone prep him in a purely utilitarian manner as he's propped against a hard wall, or being offered that tiny token of kindness in spite of getting off on the wrong foot.
He doesn't know. Dwelling on it will only give him a headache. Still, he lets out a shaky breath and nods, some of the mounting tension in his shoulders finally easing from them. ]
...okay.
[ A quiet pair of syllables as he swallows, feeling himself at least starting to get on his way to arousal. Voicing agreement, even if it comes out sounding a little ashamed, is probably better than another apology. ]
[It takes longer than he'd entirely like, to get Minato worked up. Even with as nonchalant as the other is being about this entire situation, Kazuya thinks he could put in a little more work himself to help.
It's awkward as hell, giving someone a hand-job in silence.
At least he does eventually get harder in his hand, and that means he can shuffle his body down to tease his tongue along the length of him. No point in looking up at the other as he works, because Kazuya's fairly certain he won't see anything like desire in his eyes, just that same quasi-bored expression.]
[ The hall is entirely silent, empty save for the two people at one of its walls. That lull is suddenly broken, punctuated by Minato's sharp gasp upon feeling Kazuya's warm tongue against him. Teeth sink into his lower lip as he lifts the hand with a torn sleeve, pressing his knuckles against his mouth.
The impassive expression is gone, consumed by rising heat from undeniable physical sensation. Minato squeezes his eyes shut, seeking refuge within that darkness. This doesn't mean anything. It's solely a transactional agreement, a means to quickly sever the connection that binds them together.
...still, that doesn't mean it won't feel good, and he grows harder against Kazuya's tongue, knees falling apart to grant him better access. ]
[ With Minato's legs falling further apart, it means that he can slide himself in, better slot himself against the other's body to tease and toy at his cock with his mouth.
It's purely utilitarian, and doesn't even do anything for himself, annoyingly enough. Hopefully this guy is at least easy, so they don't have to go at this longer than strictly necessary.
At least he'll probably get a card out of it.
Once Minato's cock is fully hard, thats when he moves to suck slowly on the head of it, lowering himself incrementally down the length of it as he works, one hand moving to gently pump what he doesn't take into his mouth. ]
"at least he'll probably get a card out of it" unless.......?
[ His mind is torn between focusing on the searing heat of Kazuya's mouth and soaking up the silken sensation of his tongue. Instead, Minato's left to agonize over teetering between the two, his knuckles digging even further against his incisors.
Kazuya wrings a low whine from him, one that Minato quickly smothered and swallows down. Anyone could walk by the corridor at any point in time. He does not think that tamping down noise might serve to deprive Kazuya of any satisfaction too. Still, eager twitch of his arousal is a surefire sign that whatever Kazuya's doing is working.
He considers lifting a hand to curl his fingers over Kazuya's shoulder. But he doesn't, and can only lean against the wall as his breathing grows shallower. He shouldn't be touching Kazuya. He doesn't have permission to do so.
What an odd thought to get tangled in, given that he was the victor of the person between his legs. ]
minato is the one making this bad and that is SO FUNNY to me
[ Well, the whine is something to let him know he's doing good. He can feel Minato shift under his hand and mouth, hear his breath growing shallow, but he doesn't really do anything else. Doesn't touch him, doesn't praise him.
It grates on his nerves a little, and he sucks hard on that thought, gives a performative groan that is sure to reverberate and send sensations down the others cock into his stomach. He'll make him give him some kind of emotion, make him give some more than lackluster outward expression of enjoyment or so help him...
Well. He doesn't know what he'll do if he can't, but he'll probably be even more annoyed than he already is. ]
[ Kazuya's groan has Minato's eyes flying open, finally wrenching a moan out of him. Heat floods his cheeks as he throbs within Kazuya's mouth. The hand at his lips falls away, blood pooling shallow in a crescent against his skin where he'd sunk his teeth into the knuckle a little too hard. He reaches out with that hand, leaning forward with fingers digging into Kazuya's shoulder to steady himself.
Kazuya -- he was doing this on purpose, wasn't he? That groan from earlier sounded a little too forced to be genuine. That very same sound also left Minato wondering if he should have followed Kazuya back to his room after all.
But it's too late now, and he's stuck with the consequences of his decision. ]
Don't -- don't do that,
[ His voice is strained, breathy as he grits those words out with the fear of accidentally letting out an obscene sound. "Don't do that," he says, uncertain if he'll be able to smother any noise if Kazuya tries that again.
Ah, this corridor probably echoes all the way down, doesn't it? ]
[ Minato tells him not to do that, but quite frankly, he has no reason to not do that. The sound he'd made was finally proof that he'd enjoyed something he'd done, and now there's a hand on his shoulder with a trembling grip.
Kazuya stops long enough to look up at the other, grin more evident in his eyes than on his face as he sinks back down on him, takes him all the way to the back of his throat and moans against him again, lengthy and low.
[ Minato's made a grave mistake. He's leaned forward, leaving Kazuya well within his field of view. That look he's giving him and the triumphant grin on his face has Minato throbbing again in Kazuya's throat, sinking his claws into Minato's own vocal cords to tear a needy moan of his own from him.
He squeezes his eyes shut, nails digging into Kazuya's shoulders. Where Minato was left wondering whether Kazuya was doing all of this on purpose, the manner in which Kazuya sinks further down his length all but confirms, yes, he must be doing this intentionally.
...if that's the case, risking a little bit of exhibitionism is a small price to pay for what's so clearly being asked of him. So he allows his breaths to come louder, his other hand reaching out to tangle its fingers in Kazuya's hair. ]
I can't --
[ It is, admittedly, impressive how well Kazuya takes to him. There's another throb of his cock as he feels himself against the back of the other's throat. Minato swallows, trying to get his words out in between his own breaths. At this rate, he really might just hit his release with his length still down Kazuya's throat. ]
It's -- it feels too good, please let me go,
[ Before he goes careening completely over the edge. ]
[This? This is a much better reaction to it all. Finally, finally he's getting what he wants by way of the others breath coming louder, fingers tangled in his hair and near begging.
He doesn't force a moan this time, instead he bobs his head, using his hand to squeeze and pump what length of him he doesn't have in his mouth at any specific moment. The way he throbs is highly encouraging, the way he does, in fact beg even more so.
If it's performative, Kazuya doesn't really care at this point. He wants to bring the other teen who looks so much like him over the edge. It's what he was meant to do in some way in the first place, right? That's what the fight had been over to begin with.]
[ His words, at the very least, are genuine. It's too much. He'd warned Kazuya though as best as he could about the inevitable consequences. But Kazuya doesn't let him go at all, instead coaxing him even further along. He's been bound in a metaphorical rope, the other end grasped in Kazuya's hands. And instead of untying him, freeing him from that confinement, Kazuya squeezes and pumps at his length, tugging and pulling at the rope.
He can't keep his footing any longer, not with how relentlessly Kazuya works him with both his mouth and his hand. Minato's fingers have a vice grip on Kazuya's shoulders as he lets out a broken moan, his other hand clinging harder to blue tresses. His eyes squeeze shut as he tumbles from the precipice he'd been teetering on, cheeks flushed, arousal throbbing one last time before finally finding his release within Kazuya's throat.
Only after he's completely spent do his thighs stop trembling, head bowed while panting to catch his breath again. It's almost frightening how good this person was with his mouth.
In the back of his mind Minato can't help but wonder: was it because Kazuya was a demon without the need to breathe? ]
[Kazuya swallows every pulse of his release. It's not like he can go anywhere, with how Minato grips him both by his shoulder and by his hair anyway. So he's stuck here, with his cock in his mouth, drinking down his release all too easily.
Minato is right to think it's because he's a demon without the need to breathe that it comes so easily, and it's only made clearer the longer the other holds him in place as he continues to suck on him and lick at him for the duration of it.
He's going to make damn certain that Minato knows his skill at this. He's been here far too long to not be good at it.]
[ Each mouthful that Kazuya swallows has the effect of his throat massaging at Minato's length. The tongue running along him as he empties himself into Kazuya only served to intensify his release, drawing it out far longer than he'd ever climaxed in the past. Perhaps Kazuya's true identity that of a succubus. His skill with his tongue is rather persuasive.
Slowly, Minato comes to, hand falling away from Kazuya's shoulder. His other hand's fingers in Kazuya's hair loosens its hold to stroke at Kazuya's hair. And though he manages that gesture, it doesn't mean the rest of his body feels entirely boneless. He's still panting a bit, face flushed and head bowed. ]
...you can let go of me.
[ That's enough, wasn't it? The transaction's complete. Kazuya should be free of his supernatural bonds.
Still, he can't help but wonder... were all demons so skilled with carnal pleasure? Or was this trait unique to Kazuya?
...should he thank this guy? Maybe he should. Maybe he should thank Kazuya. ]
[Minato says he can let go, but Kazuya still takes a few more seconds to be sure that the other is as emptied as he can be before he pulls away, licking his lips before he wipes his mouth with his sleeve.]
I've been here awhile. Too long to have not picked some tricks up.
[Some of those being what he seemingly is innately good at, given his demonic constitution.
A little bit more distance is put between them, and Kazuya rests on his hands, leaning back comfortably.]
[ Minato catches a glimpse of Kazuya licking his lips. The manner in which it was performed looked a little more than a mere gesture to clean his mouth of any stray droplets.
Well. Probably a demon thing.
Minato exhales, sitting against the wall while tugging his pants back up. "Awhile," huh? Sounds like those who'd already explained to him that there was no way out weren't kidding at all. ]
...right.
[ Kazuya did promise him dinner, but... it feels a little strange to get treated twice, even if Kazuya did owe him the spoils of his earlier victory. So he sits there for a little while longer, eyes drifting shut as he recenters himself.
Admittedly he's a little weary between the earlier fight and the overloading of his senses, but maybe a meal would help.
He'd been warned about the food here. And because he can't quite tell the difference of what is and isn't safe to eat, he'd simply resolved to avoid eating as much as usual. ]
It's... been awhile since I had enough to eat.
[ Spoken to someone who's about to find out this little guy can eat three people's portions easily. ]
[ This time, there's no hesitation from Minato as he reaches out to Kazuya. He'll gladly take the assistance in hauling him to his feet. ]
You don't?
[ So it's all-you-can-eat, but only for a select number of people... Still, being moderate is the polite thing to do. But by god, it's been so long since he'd eaten to complete satisfaction. ]
If your rank is high enough, they don't bother making you pay. They basically fall over themselves to serve you, and to get you anything you might want or need. It's annoying in most circumstances, but helpful in a select few.
[But Minato is pulled to his feet incredibly easily, like it's nothing for Kazuya to do. Once more, it's a show of just how capable he is.
Outside of that arena, anyway.]
Might wanna do up your pants before we get there, though. Though that's really up to you. People do weirder things here.
[ Minato's learned two new things. One: the person he'd jumped in that ring was someone of a high rank. Two: Kazuya pulled him to his feet with ease that implied he was far stronger than he appeared. He's nothing like the person who'd crumpled so quickly, and were Minato to ambush him now, he realizes he'd probably lose in a weaponless fight.
...not to mention, his Evoker is nowhere to be found. ]
Oh.
[ Right. There are more important matters to attend to. He'll quickly set to fixing his pants before exhaling in relief, perhaps a show of uncharacteristic modesty for someone who hadn't had any issues with being intimate out in the open. ]
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[ It's a purely utilitarian act, and heading back to one of their rooms would only add more strings that make Minato feel even more wary about his budding, strange relationship with the teen who shares his face.
...it's not fair for the other person to be stuck in this devil's deal. After all, it didn't seem like he'd been thrown into the ring by his own volition.
So he'll permit the other to remove his pants without much fuss. They're both probably still covered in sweat from the earlier ordeal, and neither of them had the chance to scrub their faces of dried blood. There's nothing sentimental about it at all, and that might just be the way Minato prefers it. ]
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[ Weirdo. This guy who has his face is weird.
Whatever. His pants are off- rather down enough for the act without any fuss, and Kazuya just sort of gives him A Look when he notices that his ex-opponent isn't even remotely hard.
Sheesh, talk about a tough crowd. ]
You weren't kidding when you said you weren't looking for anything, huh? What was the big deal with jumping me so bad then? Talk about rude. I thought you were going to end up trying to fuck me into the ring like some of the other guys were doing to each other.
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[ How comfortable he feels is secondary to whatever needs to get done, whatever task is placed before his eyes. This is no different.
Still, Minato can't help but let out a breath at his former opponent's comments. Did he truly not believe him when he said he wasn't interested? ]
...is that why you looked so scared?
[ In truth, the thought of doing that had never crossed his mind.
Minato's gaze falls away as he shakes his head, though parts his thighs to make a little more space for the other teen. ]
Everyone there said to fight, so... I did.
[ ...not so different from throwing himself into SEES without asking further questions, really. That unflinching confidence his former teammates had oftentimes praised, perhaps it had actually stemmed from that same one-track mind. ]
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[ Flat out. He doesn't like knowing what someone else is capable of, and he likes to be in control of the situation in general, especially when it comes to sex.
His hand moves, to gently grope and caress Minato's soft length to try and stir him into some kind of arousal. ]
It's even worse when you have no way to fight back. Of course I was afraid, you know. And maybe you should start questioning things a little more instead of attacking people. You could have at least let me throw the match without hurting me.
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Arisato.
[ His hands bracing himself against the floor curl into fists as the other teen strokes over him. His efforts at least coax a slight twitch from my him, but nothing more. ]
...Arisato Minato.
[ Trust this stranger to throw the match? No way. Which is ironic, considering he's trusting him not to try anything funny while sitting between his legs.
And because he can't think of anything else to say for himself, he only comes up with one word: ]
...sorry.
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[ Well, now that the introductions are done and out of the way, he can focus a little more on what it is that he's doing here between Minato's legs, which admittedly isn't a whole lot more than just stroking him, waiting for him to get at least a little harder than absolutely flaccid before he puts him in his mouth. ]
I'll grab you a bite to eat after this. My treat for making you into a bite to eat earlier.
[ Said with the same tone someone might use while talking about the weather. ]
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He doesn't know. Dwelling on it will only give him a headache. Still, he lets out a shaky breath and nods, some of the mounting tension in his shoulders finally easing from them. ]
...okay.
[ A quiet pair of syllables as he swallows, feeling himself at least starting to get on his way to arousal. Voicing agreement, even if it comes out sounding a little ashamed, is probably better than another apology. ]
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It's awkward as hell, giving someone a hand-job in silence.
At least he does eventually get harder in his hand, and that means he can shuffle his body down to tease his tongue along the length of him. No point in looking up at the other as he works, because Kazuya's fairly certain he won't see anything like desire in his eyes, just that same quasi-bored expression.]
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The impassive expression is gone, consumed by rising heat from undeniable physical sensation. Minato squeezes his eyes shut, seeking refuge within that darkness. This doesn't mean anything. It's solely a transactional agreement, a means to quickly sever the connection that binds them together.
...still, that doesn't mean it won't feel good, and he grows harder against Kazuya's tongue, knees falling apart to grant him better access. ]
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It's purely utilitarian, and doesn't even do anything for himself, annoyingly enough. Hopefully this guy is at least easy, so they don't have to go at this longer than strictly necessary.
At least he'll probably get a card out of it.
Once Minato's cock is fully hard, thats when he moves to suck slowly on the head of it, lowering himself incrementally down the length of it as he works, one hand moving to gently pump what he doesn't take into his mouth. ]
"at least he'll probably get a card out of it" unless.......?
Kazuya wrings a low whine from him, one that Minato quickly smothered and swallows down. Anyone could walk by the corridor at any point in time. He does not think that tamping down noise might serve to deprive Kazuya of any satisfaction too. Still, eager twitch of his arousal is a surefire sign that whatever Kazuya's doing is working.
He considers lifting a hand to curl his fingers over Kazuya's shoulder. But he doesn't, and can only lean against the wall as his breathing grows shallower. He shouldn't be touching Kazuya. He doesn't have permission to do so.
What an odd thought to get tangled in, given that he was the victor of the person between his legs. ]
minato is the one making this bad and that is SO FUNNY to me
It grates on his nerves a little, and he sucks hard on that thought, gives a performative groan that is sure to reverberate and send sensations down the others cock into his stomach. He'll make him give him some kind of emotion, make him give some more than lackluster outward expression of enjoyment or so help him...
Well. He doesn't know what he'll do if he can't, but he'll probably be even more annoyed than he already is. ]
PLEASE HE'LL MAKE IT UP I SWEAR
Kazuya -- he was doing this on purpose, wasn't he? That groan from earlier sounded a little too forced to be genuine. That very same sound also left Minato wondering if he should have followed Kazuya back to his room after all.
But it's too late now, and he's stuck with the consequences of his decision. ]
Don't -- don't do that,
[ His voice is strained, breathy as he grits those words out with the fear of accidentally letting out an obscene sound. "Don't do that," he says, uncertain if he'll be able to smother any noise if Kazuya tries that again.
Ah, this corridor probably echoes all the way down, doesn't it? ]
hmmm [x] doubt
Kazuya stops long enough to look up at the other, grin more evident in his eyes than on his face as he sinks back down on him, takes him all the way to the back of his throat and moans against him again, lengthy and low.
Come on, give him another sound, would you? ]
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He squeezes his eyes shut, nails digging into Kazuya's shoulders. Where Minato was left wondering whether Kazuya was doing all of this on purpose, the manner in which Kazuya sinks further down his length all but confirms, yes, he must be doing this intentionally.
...if that's the case, risking a little bit of exhibitionism is a small price to pay for what's so clearly being asked of him. So he allows his breaths to come louder, his other hand reaching out to tangle its fingers in Kazuya's hair. ]
I can't --
[ It is, admittedly, impressive how well Kazuya takes to him. There's another throb of his cock as he feels himself against the back of the other's throat. Minato swallows, trying to get his words out in between his own breaths. At this rate, he really might just hit his release with his length still down Kazuya's throat. ]
It's -- it feels too good, please let me go,
[ Before he goes careening completely over the edge. ]
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He doesn't force a moan this time, instead he bobs his head, using his hand to squeeze and pump what length of him he doesn't have in his mouth at any specific moment. The way he throbs is highly encouraging, the way he does, in fact beg even more so.
If it's performative, Kazuya doesn't really care at this point. He wants to bring the other teen who looks so much like him over the edge. It's what he was meant to do in some way in the first place, right? That's what the fight had been over to begin with.]
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He can't keep his footing any longer, not with how relentlessly Kazuya works him with both his mouth and his hand. Minato's fingers have a vice grip on Kazuya's shoulders as he lets out a broken moan, his other hand clinging harder to blue tresses. His eyes squeeze shut as he tumbles from the precipice he'd been teetering on, cheeks flushed, arousal throbbing one last time before finally finding his release within Kazuya's throat.
Only after he's completely spent do his thighs stop trembling, head bowed while panting to catch his breath again. It's almost frightening how good this person was with his mouth.
In the back of his mind Minato can't help but wonder: was it because Kazuya was a demon without the need to breathe? ]
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Minato is right to think it's because he's a demon without the need to breathe that it comes so easily, and it's only made clearer the longer the other holds him in place as he continues to suck on him and lick at him for the duration of it.
He's going to make damn certain that Minato knows his skill at this. He's been here far too long to not be good at it.]
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Slowly, Minato comes to, hand falling away from Kazuya's shoulder. His other hand's fingers in Kazuya's hair loosens its hold to stroke at Kazuya's hair. And though he manages that gesture, it doesn't mean the rest of his body feels entirely boneless. He's still panting a bit, face flushed and head bowed. ]
...you can let go of me.
[ That's enough, wasn't it? The transaction's complete. Kazuya should be free of his supernatural bonds.
Still, he can't help but wonder... were all demons so skilled with carnal pleasure? Or was this trait unique to Kazuya?
...should he thank this guy? Maybe he should. Maybe he should thank Kazuya. ]
...
[ ... ]
...thanks. You're pretty good.
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I've been here awhile. Too long to have not picked some tricks up.
[Some of those being what he seemingly is innately good at, given his demonic constitution.
A little bit more distance is put between them, and Kazuya rests on his hands, leaning back comfortably.]
I promised you dinner now, didn't I?
[Incredibly nonchalant about this whole thing.]
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Well. Probably a demon thing.
Minato exhales, sitting against the wall while tugging his pants back up. "Awhile," huh? Sounds like those who'd already explained to him that there was no way out weren't kidding at all. ]
...right.
[ Kazuya did promise him dinner, but... it feels a little strange to get treated twice, even if Kazuya did owe him the spoils of his earlier victory. So he sits there for a little while longer, eyes drifting shut as he recenters himself.
Admittedly he's a little weary between the earlier fight and the overloading of his senses, but maybe a meal would help.
He'd been warned about the food here. And because he can't quite tell the difference of what is and isn't safe to eat, he'd simply resolved to avoid eating as much as usual. ]
It's... been awhile since I had enough to eat.
[ Spoken to someone who's about to find out this little guy can eat three people's portions easily. ]
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[And Kazuya will push himself upwards off the ground with a small grunt, offering his hand to help Minato up.]
I don't get charged for anything here really, so you can get whatever you want, and as much as you want.
[And the Red Cardinal will make sure none of its laced too, so that's even more helpful, he thinks.]
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You don't?
[ So it's all-you-can-eat, but only for a select number of people... Still, being moderate is the polite thing to do. But by god, it's been so long since he'd eaten to complete satisfaction. ]
I heard you need chips to do anything here.
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[But Minato is pulled to his feet incredibly easily, like it's nothing for Kazuya to do. Once more, it's a show of just how capable he is.
Outside of that arena, anyway.]
Might wanna do up your pants before we get there, though. Though that's really up to you. People do weirder things here.
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...not to mention, his Evoker is nowhere to be found. ]
Oh.
[ Right. There are more important matters to attend to. He'll quickly set to fixing his pants before exhaling in relief, perhaps a show of uncharacteristic modesty for someone who hadn't had any issues with being intimate out in the open. ]
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