【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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bakugo's oft torn between wanting to see and hear his partner's body reacting to his actions and wanting to fuck them so hard, their brains can't form any more words. wanting them to give in to his pace and intensity, waning them to stuff it out even longer because he's not done yet. watching leona crumbling and melting beneath him is amazing, the way his regal bearings are getting stripped away, his inhibitions shattering amid panting breaths, sweating flesh, and mussed hair from all that head tossing.
for a guy who's lazy enough not to like sweat, he's fucking soaked in it right now. heaving his legs up and back even further, shifting them so leona's knees are now hooked over bakugo's shoulders, he rocks forward on his own knees, pounding into the lion's upturned ass over and over as if he's gonna pound the air out of his damn lungs.
fuck! a sharp cry sparks from his lips as he drops his head forward, hair hanging over his eyes as leona's ass seizes up around him. watching through a veil of ashen blond the beastman's abs contracting with each rhythmic pulse of his cock spill white all over his chest, neck, and stomach. standing out so stark in contrast with his dark skin.
it's enough to finally snap his own restraints and bakugo buries himself inside to the base one more time. snarling out his heat as his own cock throbs and he cums hard inside leona's spasming insides. filling him up until heat spurts out around his rim and the blonde's base, making for a messy drool down the man's groin.]
[Eventually they'll make some progress on that front, Yato's sure of it. He has that much (blind) faith in their situation improving. Naive fella. For now, though, they'll just have to make do with what they have available, be it mere information and theories.
Once they gather more data, perhaps then they can take the fight to the Peacock and get it to stop being a kidnapping jerk!]
Yeesh, that does sound kinda rough... I'll be careful, thanks. Appreciate the heads up.
[He means it, too. Knowing the resort fights back and isn't simply passive is a good thing. He doesn't want to end up in an infirmary or something because he went poking around without a weapon. Gotta get one of them, first.]
Yeah, take what you can get, huh? Wish they'd just left me dressed in my own stuff, though...
[He likes his tracksuit, dammit! Even if it is a bit musty. But since it doesn't appear to be here, no point in mulling over it too much. Besides, he's curious about this other fellow.
Now appropriately dressed, or as much as he's getting for now, Yato hums a bit, grasping his crossed ankles and rocking back and forth.]
Me? I'm a god! What are you? Not human, right? Ayakashi, or...?
[Hibiki hadn't starred in any of the movies, can't catch him yet gay thoughts, but he'd still managed to get corralled into showing up to the premieres nonetheless as a guest. Wearing a powder blue suit of his own and feeling a bit out of place, Cater's cheery attitude calling out to him was actually a rather welcome break from the atmosphere of the walk leading to the theatre thus far. He will, in fact, come over and put up a peace sign for Cater's shot, leaning in next to him.]
(appreciate her, she near says something corny in response. she wants to. it isn't just appreciation, but more than that. the scrap of cloth falls to the floor and irene sits half nude, cellinia is the one that's "mostly" dressed. though that's in something that is hardly considered clothing. the thin fabric on the front of it can feel the heat pooling between them in a slow simmer. this isn't anything hateful, not even violent, angry, or rough like they've both once upon a time experienced in their own ways. it's the perfect mix of complication in how it's so different. the resort can compel people, but that didn't mean that they had to follow the hedonistic urgings.
what this is instead, if it has to be labeled, is something far more intimate. while irene's hands moving along the exposed skin from the back of this leotard to find a zipper, cellinia eventually pulls back enough to help instead. the straps of it taken from her shoulders, then pulled downward after getting the thin fabric over her head. it's slow, the descent of it, the exposing of her bare breasts as the leotard pools around her stomach.
maybe she feels shy, too, in how cellinia can't help but be flushed slightly and look away. this isn't different, hadn't she shown this woman cradling her this body of hers more than enough by now? she has, she knows she has. so why does it feel different, unlike what she had thought to herself?)
....I'll always appreciate you.
(more than she'd ever know, more than she could ever say. how hopeless, but this is only another step forward into spiraling down into a more figurative death by romance once the realization comes. love has its ways of doing that, when it gets there.)
[ Ah. That question seals the deal. Must be a newcomer if he's asking what "this" was all about. So Minato raises a hand to point at the other guest's wrist, an attempt to draw his attention to the watch strapped around it. ]
There's more information on that.
[ Explaining everything on his own is troublesome, okay? All watches came equipped with an explanation of the premise behind Game 52. But as for the bizarre movie theme: ]
All of "this" is new though.
[ He tugs a bit at his skirt to gesture at it with a small frown. It seems the maid dress is included in that statement, for Minato was not a professional cosplayer. ]
...people show up here from time to time. I guess you're part of that wave of newcomers.
[He'd barely noticed the watch under the fluffy sleeve of the robe-- something new to fiddle with, he supposes.]
Well, at least you're not the only one dressed up. I look like I offed my husband for the insurance money in this thing...
[He jokes with a quirk of a smile, loading up the watch to take a look as Minato speaks further, nodding a little to indicate he was listening as he multitasks a bit.
As he reads through the supplied explanation, his face goes through a journey of expressions, before finally settling on one of mute befuddlement. Hm.]
...Well, that's all awfully inconvenient.
[Did he do this. Did he regress the world into this fuck or die scenario.]
[Hibiki peeks over to watch Cater sort through his watch photos, just as curious to see how the pic turned out. He doesn't really do the whole "selfie" thing very often, so he's a little out of his element, but if this guy thinks it's gonna be cute, then surely...!]
Have you been taking a lot of selfies on the red carpet?
[The ease at which this guy commanded his watch for photos made Hibiki feel like Cater was surely an expert at this by now. Personally, if you asked him to figure out how to do half the functions available on this watch, he still wasn't sure... he was used to flip phones :(]
[Anyone could be the husband in this moment, since the bride wants a husband regardless of Clara's preferences. And she could be anyone, with only a few signs of it being her beneath the styled hair and make-up. Her eyes are the greatest indicator. No matter what eyeliner or mascara was applied to it her eyes were still the pitch-black pools. In her normal state they were dark and void-like but here the darkness felt welcoming.]
[After all, she only needs to curse her would-be husband if he doesn't stay with her.]
You promised me forever. [she reaches a hand up to caress his cheek, her pale hand as cold as death itself. As if her body is desperate to leech any heat she can, any warmth, any kindness.]
[Aak's lips pull into a wider grin at every little stumble of Genya's fingers. A breathless laugh slips through as he watches. While Aak was an okay actor, it helped that he didn't have to act too much in this moment. The sadistic affection in his smile is completely natural.]
Oh, [he has to take a moment to breathe and tone down the excitement he was feeling,]
Sure, that's enough. If you don't mind your mama dyin'.
[It's said so naturally that Genya might pity any actual street thug that needed Aak's help. No empathy, no sympathy, just a predator looking for prey.]
Only if you lunge at me again, [he says, maybe a little defensively (if he says it sarcastically it's a joke and therefore not admitting fault?). But he's saying it to the closed door anyway, as if he's some sort of peeping tom attacking innocent ayakashi as they use the toilet! But... Natori wouldn't put that past a lot of exorcists, and Natori did crack his head open, so... Maybe he can't blame Ro for being on edge.
Natori looks back at the mess he's made of the trailer. He's not the neatest guy in the world, but he probably can at least pick up the glass so he doesn't cut his own feet open...]
--And see if you can find a dustpan while you're in there!
[By the time Ro comes out, Natori has picked up the largest shards, at least the ones that he can reach by standing on safe ground and carefully leaning over to pick out the big pieces.]
[ her kiss is welcome, and as she expected, a wonderful distraction as well. she kisses well, and dan heng falls into it easily, his hands sliding up her back, beneath the hem of her chemise to find her warm skin, like soft silk beneath his spear-callused palms.
dan heng responds in kind, parting his lips over hers and meeting her tongue with his own, licking slowly, sensually into her mouth to learn her taste and her shape. kissing is a very intimate act to engage in, but dan heng likes it very much - he isn't the sort to easily fall into casual sex, but kissing helps, it always helps, most especially with someone that he knows prior to this moment. so lost in the sensation of it all is he that he gasps in surprise when her hips grind down against his aching cocks, his heart leaping up into his throat.
as always, he'll need to navigate his anatomy with someone new, but.. she has never been anything but accepting. with any hope, she won't be frightened away.
when edelgard pulls back, dan heng watches her with clouded eyes, his lips parted around quick exhales, pink from kissing. she's beautiful, and she has left him entirely breathless. dan heng nods, swallowing thickly. ]
.. I want to see you, too.
[ he says earnestly, but she asked first, so he will oblige. snagging the hem of his top, dan heng sweeps the flimsy, silken thing over his head and moves it aside, a brief cursory gaze over her finding the streaks of her scars interesting. she wears them without fear, and so too should he. the cloudhymn that usually hides his own scars fades away, allowing her to see the products of his time in the shackling prison. messy, criscrossing scars, as well as odd, more rounded ones where the dracocatena nails had pierced him, interspersed between patches of scales.
he draws no more attention to them than she had hers, instead returning his hands to her body, sliding them beneath her gauzy chemise and pushing upward, his eyes hazy, begging permission. ]
As if on cue (probably on cue) he waits just long enough for the line to be delivered and the camera to swing around. Then Xue Yang's body seizes and he comes with a loud cry, arching and angling his head to give the best view to the camera at the moment of orgasm. None of it is intentional, but when he's so deep into it he has no mind to notice the influence of the costume on his actions.
He's only tight for a few seconds before his body relaxes again as if begging--or perhaps tempting--Xiao Xingchen to continue. He can easily go beyond the end of a single orgasm, and luckily enough, that ability suits his role in this scene perfectly. What sort of an incubus would he be if coming once was enough to exhaust him? ]
I suppose, although I still think I'd feel too self-conscious.
[ Keeping her eyes closed, she realises she doesn't know this stranger's name. The stranger she's discussing the making of pornographic films with who she's currently let do her eye makeup... ]
Forgive me by the way, I haven't introduced myself beyond "hot elf wench"... [ Still cringe. ] My name is Mitsuru Kirijo.
( it's the best she can say as she nearly twirled her feet against the floor and pulled from him, moving towards the small cot in her dressing room. she wasn't entirely sure if she would be too comfortable pleasuring herself but alas this resort had demands of them and she wasn't going to threaten her security by not complying. not when things had been going far too well for her here as of late.
when she finally sat down on the cot, she began to toy with the strings of her underwear, watching and waiting to see what exactly oushi would do or say. when he finally went on, she tilted her head to the side a bit, a bit more seductive than intended and stared down at the items he had. )
Well aren't you selfless, or is it shyness? You know you're going to actually have sex at some point being here and all. Still, if you insist, what are you comfortable with doing? Aside from pouring lube on my folds—
( and without hesitation, she pulled the string of her underwear apart, allowing the fabric to fall down, fully exposing herself to him now. )
She'd know all about that. But you're not the bossy type yourself, hmm?
[He looks at her curiously, an easy smile on his lips and a lack of judgment in his voice. There are all sorts of reasons someone might be uncomfortable bossing the staff around. They might be too shy or too gentle, for one. Though as a popular music star, you'd think she'd be used to ordering assistants and managers and the like. Perhaps it's due to the rank system; she earned her success back home, but here they're treated like trash or royalty based on their arbitrary "card" assignment. And that feels wrong, doesn't it?
But she might as well take advantage. Queen or no, she's still a prisoner here, and she has the right to make life more bearable for herself. That's his opinion anyway, and it seems she comes around to the same viewpoint eventually, saying she'll start doing it. So far, she says, she's been compliant. A well-behaved girl. Which means the opposite of what it would for a celebrity back home; it means playing the 52 game, right?
That's none of his business. He certainly won't discourage her. But he does say, casually:]
I'm not saying you should act too wild, but it never hurts to give them some trouble. Pretty-faced stars like us can get away with a lot~♪
[And they deserve all that and more. The House does, that is. They're lucky their unwilling guests don't cause more trouble...
Ah, but he catches that twinge in her expression, and he recalls their other conversation. That's why she's worried about stepping a toe out of line, isn't it? It's nothing to feel guilty about—he's just the messenger. He warned her because she asked and he didn't want to hide things. But he feels his heart sink, anyway. For someone whose job is to spread cheer, he frequently finds himself doing the opposite.
Which is why he hopes his concert talk will distract her. And if that fails, then perhaps something from the bag!
... though not the suspiciously-shaped thing his hand just grazed. For now he'll pass on over that thing.]
You haven't missed any window. We've got nothing but time here. And with summer coming up, we could always do a summer concert, like the mini one I gave on the beach last year. Broadcast or no broadcast, that might be just the thing we need to lift everyone's spirits~♪
[And then he withdraws the box of chocolates from the goodie bag, sliding off the lid and then holding it out to her.]
Want one? I was worried they'd be spiked, but I've seen other people eating them and no one seems to be acting like dogs in heat yet.
[Yet. With the toys in the goodie bag and the challenge, give it time!]
[ Red peers up at her with an expression of reverence as the leotard comes off and pools at her waist; the exposure of bare skin and the revealing of her body sends a jolt through her. She's seen her before, of course, but not in a moment like this. Not in a moment where it feels like it's them making a choice and not the hotel pushing them together. She wants to treasure it - savor it - and her face lights up with a smile, her hands cradling her waist and the nsliding up over bare skin, smoothing under her arms and up over her upper back and then returns again. A soft sort of touch, as if she wants to feel every part of her. As if she needs to explore Cellinia's body to properly understand her. ]
Yeah.
[ She replies in a low little murmur and that doesn't seem sufficient. ]
I know. I want to appreciate you just as much. Just as long.
[ There's a well of emotion, her throat suddenly tight. She's swept away by this moment - a moment in time where they're suspended together, locked away from the rest of the hotel, from everyone else. She hopes it's just them, anyway. She leans up, half sitting so she can nose her face into the valley between her breasts with a gentle little kiss. Appreciative, worshiping, wanting, affectionate. ]
[Dongying, Wa- whatever name, it seems that he isn't confused by what he is indicating. Hmmm. Matoba drops his bangs again and, satisfied that he will be able to understand, decides to skip a layman's explanation of his general duties.]
This seal is a last-resort safety measure. I have inherited a curse passed down within my clan- a monster which seeks to devour my right eye.
Although it is quite powerful, and there is little that can actually repel it... [Speaking of that monster... Matoba clicks his tongue. Not too long now.] ...In any case, the seal script that you see here is something like an adapted form of the native language of the spirits in my country.
[Gazing at the other man, Matoba lets his senses feel him out more carefully. There was something a bit familiar about him- familiar to something else he has been in contact with recently. It felt like...] ...I suppose it would all be foreign to you. Are you perhaps a practitioner of cultivation?
[WHAT OF IT MINATO-- not his fault that the other teen somehow looks really good in white lace!! Totally all Minato's fault!!
Also, is he being a smartass at him? Rude. So rude. Scott would normally make a totally awesome and clever comeback, but Minato's still using his powers to keep him distracted. Yeah, that's totally what's going on right now.
His hand's still stopped at the end of the zipper line, the clothing really only needing a gentle push to slide fully off his hips. But he doesn't go that extra step yet, Scott keeping close to that lacy underwear with his fingers hovering a couple inches away. Still staring straight at Minato's ass... until his comment gets the mutant to startle and look back up to an amused look.
So. Uh.]
Yeah, I do.
[The honesty in the answer almost surprises Scott. No stalling or even stammering, just acknowledging that straight out. Maybe a slight push from his suit, how it's just so hard sometimes to keep his inner thoughts to himself. Blurting out shit that normally would take him more confidence to admit out loud.]
Like. You actually look good in this. [...] Do you feel good?
[ Genya's response puts him at immediate ease, the answer smoothing over like a balm on Minato's concerns. If that's truly how Genya feels, then it seems Minato has nothing to worry about. He follows along obediently, sticking close to Genya until they've arrived within the trailer.
He turns to his current companion as soon as the door is locked behind them. It's best to discuss how to go about this now that they have more privacy, isn't it?
Except -- Genya's already cradling his face between his palms, lips pressing against his own. It sends an immediate shudder rolling down Minato's body, and he can't help the satisfied sigh he breathes against Genya as well. The kiss seems to invigorate him immediately, providing just enough strength for him to stand upright.
In fact, Minato finds himself tugging Genya in even closer, fingers grasping desperately at the front of his shirt. ]
(her body is something not many can say in the past that they got to see, got to touch. not many could say they understand cellinia, she's always been this way. difficult to know, to catch. her bodies receptive to the touch, the slide of her hands along bare skin. against her upper back, even. they're pressed together like this just about, even as cellinia's hands make their way around her irene's neck. one goes to rest against her head. her chin buried into her crown when she kisses along between her breasts, the scent was something cellinia breathes in naturally. memorizes again, while their own mingles together in this trailer. alone, cut off from everything from the rest of this fucked up resort.
she knows it too well, that she wants her. that she appreciates her, that she wants to touch her in a way that wasn't her usual with maintaining distance from most. she wants to kiss along her skin, she wants to leave her marks and reminders of what they've done. mating bites weren't just a thing in that dome for a reason for wolves. she doesn't leave them for just anyone, even as she presses closer to embrace the moment for what it is.
it's only them. it only is, if irene wants to memorize her body then she won't be the one to stop her, she'd do it in kind. she'd watch every twitch, every sigh, what she likes and how she wants it. because that's always been cellinia, she denies it, but that's always been her with her actions irene showing it more.)
....touch me, as much as you want to. I'll do the same to you, as long as you'll have me.
(it came more natural to say it like that, more than it would have during some movie scene. she murmurs it, breathless and meaningful. she doesn't get shy like she did earlier, but she felt again that way. the words, the atmosphere, the shift while things lay forgotten. that burn of her spade mark had long since faded away to nothing while they're alone.
because it didn't matter, what mattered is in front of her.)
[Knowing the cameras are rolling and yet still can't get a good shot of their bodies grinding together naked and warm beneath Keita's draping robes is a dirty thrill all to its own. Bakugo can even see someone in the peripheral of his vision making gestures he assumes are meant to indicate he should move Keita's robe, but... sucks to be them. He's too busy with the sensations of his partner's body running along his own. Cock to cock, legs tangling lazily atop the bed's surface, one strong arm wrapped around Keita's shoulders so he's got more anchor to pull him in, down, hard.]
Already hard and I barely even touched you? The hell've you been thinking about all night? [Bakugo smirks up at the man's face, noting the way he's keeping them blocked for a moment. It wipes off as lips press to his own, kissing him firm and warm as a low groan drifts from the blonde's throat. He leans into it slightly, meeting his touch and tempting his tongue along the seam of Keita's mouth. Reassurance... is nice. If they really get into this, the cameras and directors aren't gonna be in presence of mind anymore, something he's aiming for almost instantly. Everyone else needs to go the fuck away. Only him and Keita.
Not like he's ever made a porno before. As Keita braces himself, Bakugo finally accepts the inevitable and hooks his hand in the side of Keita's robe from the opposite side of his body. Giving himself a good anchor to haul it sideways and off his lower back and legs. Baring everything for the camera and more as Keita drops the top down towards his shouderblades.]
Shuck it off and I'll show you. [Even as he begins sliding further down the bed, tongue and mouth working over Keita's neck and collarbones.]
[ She murmurs, her voice a murmur, a hum against her skin. There are fingers on her waist, her back, sliding the leotard lower, trying to work it toward her hips. Her mind works at a million miles an hour suddenly and she wants to be close, closer, to Cellinia, until there's no distance at all. She breathes again - gets her scent into her, dizzying and alluring - and then her head tilts and she drags her tongue slowly against the peak of a nipple in a first little taste. An exploration. One she repeats with the other breast and then again and then higher, trailing soft kisses up toward her collarbone and her throat.
She'll take her time with this because she can't imagine doing it any other way. She can't imagine having this opportunity and throwing it away with something clumsy or too fast. No; this is going to be slow, to build. A way for her to appreciate Cellinia. To worship. ]
You're beautiful.
[ The words are sighed out against the flutter of Cellinia's pulse point. A compliment combined with the scrape of teeth. ]
(her breathing hitches, the hum against her skin and her fingers inching down that leotard until it's around her hips. it sets her nerves on fire, lights them up in desire while irene breathes her in. that scent of rain, nicotine, and chocolate. unlike before, her sighs are soft and something akin to tender when her tongue teases along her nipples for the first taste of her. both hardening from the air, from the attention given when irene's mouth starts to make its way upwards. her head tilts back, an offering of vulnerability, since exposing one's neck could be dangerous in that world she once had been part of.
bliss, anticipation and bliss in how cellinia can't help clinging close to irene from her slowness. the tender feeling of something they might never have had, who knows. because she would want that for her, for irene to have this in soft worship and desire. maybe that's why she tries, why she doesn't allow herself to be impatient when her ears perk up at the compliment. the sensation of teeth scraping against her pulse point. she'll feel it, feel the way her heart hammers, feel how she inhales sharply from hearing those words. beautiful. has she ever been called that before?
maybe once, maybe in a dream that was long since lost. she's been called all manner of things by one person, the biggest one she remembers had always been cara mia, darling, it means.)
....Irene.
(she breathes it out so beautifully, her name. a bit of neediness in response, something as simple as calling out her name and nothing more. no, she can pretend the way her cheeks flush slightly pink again were from their closeness. from the atmosphere, but it's obvious that wasn't why. because this was so earnest, so meaningful to hear it.) You're....handsome, you know that? (she tries, she means that too. has meant it even before when they playfully flirted after she was dealing with that stupid arrow thanks to cupid.)
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