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TDM 009
【 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. 】
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. 】
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.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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
• 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
• 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. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
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▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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The tongue laving over the mark soothes at his skin, drawing a breathy whimper from Minato as his nails dig tiny crescents into his palm. Maybe Akira will leave yet another mark the next time they tangle in each other. The thought of that has him sinking his nails even deeper into his palms.
...he's already thinking about the "next time," huh. ]
...maybe a little.
[ It's about as close to a "yes" that Minato's willing to offer.
Minato leans forward with a small exhale, unclenching one of his hands to lift it to the back of his head. He rubs it a bit sheepishly and nods. ]
Yeah. I just -- I wasn't expecting that.
[ Ah. Akira's so close to exactly where Minato wants him. So Minato shakes his head, allowing his hand to drop to his side. ]
It's fine.
[ Given the fact that he can feel Akira's breath near the junction of his leg, he'll probably forget the low throb in the back of his head very, very soon. ]
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[maybe a little is close enough to a yes for Akira to feel a swell of pride warm his chest. it's fine is enough reassurance for him to believe that Minato truly didn't hurt himself. which means he can focus his full attention on tucking himself even deeper within the other Wild Card's skirt, the frills bunched at the top of his head, lips brushing across the skin between Minato's thigh and hips, still inching ever closer to their goal]
Good--
[. . . it's not much of a warning, but it still i one, especially since Minato still probably can't see what Akira is getting up to underneath that petticoat. but he sure as shit will be able to feel it when attentive fingers are replaced by a warm, wet tongue, curling across the underside of his arousal as Akira licks one long, agonizingly slow strip from base to tip]
[a tiny taste! just for Akira!! a very small preview of what is to come]
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Maybe it's because he's already fairly wound-up, or maybe it's because each action is so unpredictable given that Akira's obscured and out of Minato's view thanks to the layers of his skirt. ]
Ah --
[ It's oh so difficult to call Akira's name, when its first syllable is so easily modeled after a moan.
The damp trail Akira leaves in his wake is warm against his skin, but the traces of saliva rapidly cool as Akira's tongue makes its way towards his head. Minato's eyes slide half shut as he shudders in anticipation, crimson flooding his cheeks as his thighs tremble on either side of Akira's head. ]
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[especially as his tongue reaches the end of Minato's arousal, pressed flat against the head, swirling even more teasingly against sensitive skin, dragging sparks with every lazy movement. the skirt doesn't just block Minato's view of Akira; it blocks Akira's view of Minato, depriving him of the flickers of want and desire he enjoys so much when painted, open and vulnerable, on his partner's features]
[. . . it's a bit of a shame. and yet, he can't find himself regretting it, either. feeling the way Minato's body trembles around him, hearing that first syllable of his name melt into a groan. . . that is feedback enough to build upon the searing heat growing in his own body]
[Minato doesn't have to wait long. one teasing lick is all Akira gives before lips consume Minato entirely, gliding down and enveloping him in more warmth, with the fingers of Akira's other hand easily circling that which he cannot reach. he isn't brutal about it, but he doesn't hold back either]
[this isn't foreplay anymore. now it is Akira's intent to drag Minato right over the edge, no matter what it takes!1]
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Or maybe it's the fact that Akira's got the flat of his tongue pressed against his head, searing and wet against sensitive skin. Minato bites back a moan as there's another unexpected lick, delivered still under the cover of his skirt. And thanks to that layer of cloth, he has no warnings as Akira finally dives in, a velvet-soft heat enveloping him as relentless fingers tease at his base. There's another muffled keen as Minato smothers his own mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly struck with the realization that those hummingbird-headed paparazzi could return at any moment, and surely they'd swarm this particular trailer if they heard every single one of Minato's cries.
But it feels too good as Akira takes more of him into his mouth, and Minato soon finds his hand falling from his lips to groan and brace himself against the wall. It's too bad, he thinks, that he can't tangle his fingers in Akira's dark curls while he's under the skirt. What he can do though, is lift his legs off the floor to make even more space for Akira while crossing his ankles at the small of his companion's back. If he can't cling to Akira with his own hands, then this will simply have to do. ]
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[that's good. it's a little restricting, but not in a bad way. anything from Minato that indicates want or desire or need is good.]
[with fingers of his hand digging even more deeply into Minato's skin (it will bruise, sorry senpai), Akira establishes a steady, even pace, sinking lower onto Minato's arousal before pulling up again quickly, allowing his tongue and mouth to do most of the work on the parts of his prize he can take. fingers envelop the rest, moving perfectly in time with his other ministrations to drag as much pleasure out of his companion as he can]
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There's another gasp as Akira's fingers dig deeper into his thighs, and maybe that's only fair considering how Minato also pulls him in closer with his legs. It's a relentless assault now; Minato can tell Akira's doing his absolute best push him closer and closer to the edge, the eager ministrations of mouth and tongue so perfectly paired with fingers wrapped around his base. ]
Akira -- I can't --
[ He writhes beneath his companion, chest rising and falling rapidly as he throbs, dangerously close to slipping and falling face first into that sea of ecstasy. ]
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[it's so freakin' addicting. he wants to chase it. to reach for it and hold it in his grasp and cradle it close while he lets it consume him from head to toe. he still doesn't know what it means. but it doesn't matter. not like this]
[the desperate syllables of his name, the way Minato writhes so beautifully underneath his touch (gods does he wish he could look up and see the ecstasy on his companion's expression), it's all met with yet another groan. if Akira's mouth weren't so busy, he'd be grinning. far too pleased with himself and the things he has done to drag Minato to this brink]
[he doesn't slow down. he doesn't stop. he doesn't pull away. if Mianto wants to fall over that cliff, then. . . Akira wants to be the one to push him straight over the edge]
[. . . and to catch him in turn once he reaches the bottom]
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Only after he's finally stopped pulsing within Akira's mouth so his legs slip from around the other's body, falling limp on the ground like the rest of his boneless body. His head still rests against the wall, panting and desperate to fill his lungs with air once again.
Something warm stirs in his own chest as well. Maybe it's the afterglow, the flood of endorphins surging through him thanks to finally reaching his desired release. But at least some of it -- it must be attributed to the person who'd carried him there, no? ]
You're -- you're pretty good at that, huh...
[ Breathless words delivered with a sigh once he's finally caught his breath. ]
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[it isn't until he has coaxed Minato through the aftershocks that Akira finally pulls back, emerging from the skirt with cheeks stained a deep scarlet, tousled locks sticking every which way like he had just rubbed a balloon against the top of his head. he presses knuckles against the corner of his mouth, which is parted to let him catch his breath, and smiles up at his companion through a lidded, dark gaze]
T-- thanks.
[hah. he likes being praised like that. likes being told that he did a good job]
. . . fuck, that was-- hot.
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Minato exhales, pushing some of his own bangs back into place, gaze lowering to land on his companion who's finally reappeared from beneath his skirt. His hair's a complete mess, and under normal circumstances, it might be enough to draw a laugh out of Minato. It never makes it past his lips though, not with that sort of expression on Akira's face.
His gaze lingers a little too long on Akira's lips, glistening with a combination of saliva and remnants of essence. Minato swallows thick, unable to stop himself from wondering what Akira must taste like now.
Slate-blue eyes drop to the floor. Staring for too long comes with its own set of peril. ]
...you didn't even see anything.
[ If they were next to each other, he'd playfully nudge Akira with his own shoulder. Instead, Minato's left shaking his head. ]
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I didn't have to.
[genuinely. everything else-- from the noises tumbling from Minato's mouth to the legs circled around Akira's back to the skirt blanketing his head-- that had all been very sexy. who knew someone's imagination could be so titillated by something other than pure sight? something Akira may have to consider for the future]
[for now. . . he leans in, brushing those (now clean, he wiped them off) lips against the corners of Minato's mouth. gentle and tender!!]
. . . every other part of you was more than enough.
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The traces of spice and coffee are the same, now laced with a hint of something a bit sweeter.
...interesting. ]
...that good?
[ One of his hands slides down Akira's side to linger at his waist. ]
Then, there's nothing else you want?
[ An index finger dips beneath the waistband of Akira's leather skirt, crooking itself over the elastic. ]
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[Akira confirms with a small croon, his eyes fluttering shut as fingers dip into the waistband of his skirt. by now, his own wants are painfully obvious, strained against the tightness of the leather as they are. can't hide it from Minato!! . . . not that he wants to!!]
. . . skirt feels a li'l tight, though.
[he mutters, one eye cracking open, watching his companion with a lidded gaze framed with fire]
Would you mind loosening it up for me a bit. . .?
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Mm. I guess that's only fair.
[ He applies light pressure to his palm, coaxing Akira to lie flat on his back.
Maybe he'll find out for himself what was so good to Akira. ]
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I don't really. . . care about things being "fair."
[not in a situation like this. even though. . . if he were in Minato's shoes, then he totally would]
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He rests his free hand on one of Akira's calves, feeling the muscle beneath it flex under his palm. Languid, it roams northward, until he's finally reached Akira's waist. An index finger dips beneath the elastic of the thin pantyhose, allowing Minato to drag it slowly over Akira's hips, intentionally taking his time as it slides over his companion's undeniable arousal.
But then Minato pauses, gaze landing on what was underneath the sheer layer that's bunched just below Akira's knees.
...black lace, huh. ]
They got you too then.
[ There's an exhale of amusement as Minato finally tugs the pantyhose off, casting it aside to join the growing pile of clothes. He doesn't waste any time returning, slipping a hand beneath Akira's skirt to trace the shape of his straining arousal with the pad of an index finger. ]
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[for some reason, that obvious statement of fact draws an even deeper flush to Akira's features, red creeping all the way down his neck, lighting up the skin around his unbuttoned collar and well past his clavicle. but he laughs, watching as Minato moves, as he peels the sheer layer of fabric from Akira's skin and tosses it aside]
These costume people are ve-- ery--
[a sharp inhale a of breath. his gaze flutters, head rolling back, as he feels the pressure of Minato's fingers glide across him, dragging a few sparks of much-desired pleasure through his body]
-- thorough.
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Akira's head tips back, exposing the column of a flushed neck. Unfortunate, that Minato won't be able to behold that sight once he's started lavishing Akira with attention in earnest. There's a thrill in its novelty though, which has Minato's fingertips curling over the waistband of something lacy and black.
Again, he works at a leisurely pace, lazily dragging the garment over Akira's straining length, finally freeing it from the confines of his underwear. It tents through the front of Akira's leather skirt; he must have been terribly eager to get that lacy black off...
But it's time to sate his curiosity, lifting the hem of Akira's skirt while nudging his thighs apart with his own knees. He runs his palm along the bared, sensitive skin, all before finally dipping below the leather to deliver a playful lick to Akira's tip.
Beneath the skirt, Minato grins, pleased as he lowers his own upper body to start easing Akira in between his lips. ]
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[. . . the fingers of one hand curl into a fist against the ground, while he drapes his other arm across his eyes, throat bobbing in a thick swallow. he can feel the gentle nudge that spreads his legs further apart, the palm that glides up the inside of his thighs, sending goosebumps pricking to life across his skin. he can hear the rustle of Minato's skirts as he settles in place, and--]
[-- he has no way of predicting when it'll happen. so when Minato's warm tongue eventually laves across him, Akira inhales a sharp, sudden gasp, back arching against the floor, already seeking more. he's far too damn sensitive from all the attention he lavished on the other wild card, so if he seems a bit eager. . . well]
[he can't be blamed]
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Interesting, Minato thinks, to be in a position where all is left to imagination, where he has to truly listen through the blood roaring in his ears to catch wind of every noise from Akira's throat. But he's accustomed to attentiveness, and it comes as second nature for him, leaving him specially equipped for relentlessly nudging Akira closer and closer to the edge. He doesn't need to see any of Akira's facial expressions for that.
In fact, he'll give an experimental hum and a groan, allowing each reverberation to cascade all the way down. And maybe Akira can even feel the pleased grin on Minato's face from the way his lips curve around his length. ]
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[. . . despite that. . . Akira finds that he wouldn't have it any other way. that Minato takes his time is. . . well. it's. . .]
[. . .]
[a low groan reverberates in Akira's own throat as he arcs his hips into the other Wild Card, one leg flung around his lower back, as if to trap him close. fingers dig into the hardwood floor of the trailer; the palm of his other hand presses tight against his shuttered eyes. Minato's leisurely pace suddenly quickens, accompanied by a grin Akira can feel curving against him (gods he wishes he could see it), and those rumbles that course through his veins turn Akira's groan into a a breathy, heady gasp]
Shit--
[it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands where they are, knowing that he cannot seek out blue tresses, tucked beneath his skirt as they are]
Hah. . . y-yeah, that's-- that's good.
[honestly. . . it won't take much. not with how sensitive Akira is, with how close he already teetered towards that edge just by watching Minato fall apart. but he'll try to last for at least a little bit, so that Minato may have his fill]
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He picks up the pace, relentless in his mission to pry more of it out, to pluck even further at the strings of Akira's composure. So he eases even more of Akira into his throat, cheeks hollowing out as he applies light pressure.
It's an interesting challenge, gauging how close his partner was creeping towards the edge without relying on any visual cues. Perhaps they weren't necessary though; even Akira's shuddering breaths alone delivered the required information.
...but god, if only he could see the look on Akira's face right now. That sense of yearning only spurs Minato on, letting loose a moan to send even more vibrations all around Akira, as though he were insistently tugging on one of his hands to drag him straight over a cliff to tumble headlong into ecstasy.
And though Akira hasn't voiced any warnings, the way Minato dials up the intensity is assurance that he will not, in fact, be pulling off at all. ]
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Shiiiiiit--
[. . . there is no warning for when those strings finally snap]
[and they snap so suddenly and unexpectedly that Akira himself is surprised when one right move from his companion drags him clean over the edge. a heady cry tumbles from his lips as his back arches, as hips jerk towards Minato in instinctive desire for more, always for more. his leg around Minato's back tightens, refusing to let go as he crashes through his own release, as the waves of bliss and ecstasy overwhelm him so much that the entire world seems to fade into white, with nothing else mattering except this moment]
[. . . except for Minato, who even now holds him warmly in his grasp, ready and willing to catch him as he falls]
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It's why Minato knows to pull back a bit, to offer Akira just enough space to twitch and writhe through his climax without accidentally hurting him. The leg around his back cages him in, but there's truly no place that Minato would rather be. He busies himself with swallowing down everything that Akira has to give, pumping at his base with one hand to wring him for all he's worth even through his peak.
And he doesn't stop, not until Akira's finally stopped throbbing within his mouth, not until he finally feels the length between his lips grow soft. Only when does he give Akira one last stroke at his base before pulling off with an exaggerated pop, indulging in one final kitten lick at his tip.
He doesn't emerge just yet though, hovering as he tries to make up his mind about something before leaning down again, running his tongue along the side of Akira's spent self.
Maybe he doesn't feel like wasting the oversensitivity that's still buzzing in Akira's veins. ]
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