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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. 】
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[ Of course he wants to. Of course he wants to be as good as he can for Kazuya.
Minato sighs beneath the kiss, though it quickly transforms into a hiss upon being deprived of Kazuya's warmth. The remnants of what transpired leak out, further staining the space in between his thighs.
So he nods again as Kazuya brushes his lips against his cheek. It is something that he wished to do. ]
I want to.
[ It's just that their options may be somewhat limited by now, but there's one method in particular where he might be able to satisfy Kazuya. Minato tugs his skirt up a little higher while closing his legs, pressing his thighs together to leave a slight space. ]
[ The fact that he readily admits to wanting to do this makes warmth blossom in his chest, and his face flush a little hotter. It's not just arousal staining his skin, but that familiar warm fondness for the other teen as he shifts and adjusts himself to make a place for him. A spot for him to use him with, even.
And he looks absolutely entrancing as he does.
He groans again from the sight, of the dress ruffled and crumpled and absolutely filthy as Minato hikes it high to bare himself for him.
He kisses Minato again. And again.
And again, before he finally moves to take his spot between the otheres legs. Its- better than he'd expected, as he sinks between them, as he lets the warm skin of his thighs be met with the hot glide of his hardened arousal.
Someone has earned yet another kiss, hungry and wanting as Kazuya'shands move to press Minato's thighs together even more tightly around him.]
[ There's a moment of confusion in Minato's eyes as Kazuya dips down to claim his lips again and again. For a moment, he's left wondering -- could it be that Kazuya was more interested in indulging through kisses instead? Minato's not necessarily opposed to it, as evidenced by how he tilts his chin to find a better angle for Kazuya's lips.
But then Kazuya does finally move to sink himself between slick thighs, hardened arousal easily sliding in between them before returning for yet another kiss. It leaves Minato sighing contentedly against his lips, the corners of them quirking upwards as he feels Kazuya pressing his thighs together to create an even tighter channel.
Good, Minato thinks, as warmth rises within his chest from being given the chance to properly satisfy Kazuya. In spite of being thoroughly exhausted, he's still managed to discern a way to help his companion towards his own completion. And now that he's no longer plagued by his own stubborn arousal, there's nothing to distract him from taking in Kazuya's expressions as he gets himself off in between come-slickened thighs.
For as long as he needs, and as tight as he needs -- further aided by the hands pressing against the outside of his thighs -- Minato's satisfied so long as he can provide for Kazuya. ]
[He can't help the hunger in his kisses, the fact that he needs to slip his tongue into the other boys mouth as he fucks the space between his thighs. It's either this, or he peppers him with more soft bites. Creates more hickies on his neck, all the way up and down, from under his chin to the top of his collar bone.
And it's not like he's quiet against the kiss either. Noises burble forth out of his throat, whimpering groans as he cants his hips against him, hitched sounds as he sucks in a breath that he doesn't actually need through his nose. If Minato wanted to be of service to him despite his state, he's doing a good job.
Enough that it doesn't take particularly long for his cock to throb and pulse between the hot, slick flesh of his thighs. That pleasure, combined with the kiss, combined with the fact that despite his exhaustion, Minato had still offered himself to him?
It all comes crashing down around him fast.
His hips stutter as he pulls back, as he spills himself all over the crease of the others thighs, some of it splattering along the bottom of his dress. Kazuya doesn't need to look to know that Minato has been made even more messy by him. Especially when he awkwardly chases the rest of his high by fucking his own spend deeper between the others legs with a long whimper of Minato's name.]
[ Feeling Kazuya cant his hips against his thighs, pushing his hardened length in between them over and over again as his tongue eagerly claimed his mouth -- it would have his own length stirring back to life had he not been so thoroughly exhausted. Minato's remaining strength is spent focusing on staying awake and attuning his attention on the image of Kazuya's downward spiral, of him fraying at the seams as he careens closer and closer to the edge.
And eventually, he's rewarded with that sight for handing himself to Kazuya, the image of his companion hitting his peak, the sound of his name interwoven into a needy whimper, the sensation of warm essence spilling onto his thighs. It joins the rest of the mess that's lubricated the space Kazuya's still fucking into, trickling down his skin to stain more of his dress as well.
The costume department's poor dress is left in a sorry state. On the other hand, given the resort's shenanigans, perhaps that's precisely what the costume department wanted.
Minato reaches up to smooth a palm over Kazuya's hair, a small smile curving on his lips. It's not the first time he's seen Kazuya in freefall, but the sheer desperation in his expression this time -- that's a first.
[ The reaction is immediate: Minato smoothes his palm over his head, and Kazuya turns to nuzzle into it as he works himself slowly to a stop. The hand is attended too, palm and fingertips kissed gently as Kazuya keeps himself braced with one hand against the bed and the other gently caressing Minato's cheek in turn. ]
That was good. [ He breathes, softly. ] Thanks.
[ But... He really has made a mess of the other boy now hasn't he? Kazuya pulls back to inspect his handywork, to see just how ruined Minato looks at his current point. ]
[ It's strange to receive praise for something like this. Why should he be thanked for something he wished to do? ]
...it's fine.
[ Or -- maybe Minato just finds himself feeling a little shy. ]
I'm glad.
[ The way Kazuya pulls away to inspect his handiwork only amplifies that emotion, the stark realization that he's being studied, maybe even admired. So his gaze darts away even as tension eases from his legs, allowing thighs coated in rapidly-cooling slick to fall apart. ]
[ Minato's gaze falls away, and then he calls him out for doing exactly what he's doing. Kazuya gives a small, breathy laugh. ]
I can't help it. You look really, really good like this.
[ It puts a hunger back in his stomach, if he's honest.
They're alone, though. And Minato is already shy. What would he look like if-
Kazuya moves without thinking, ducking his head downwards to trace his tonge against Minato's thighs. Between the space he'd only just been fucking to lick his own spend off of him, lapping and kissing the skin sweetly as he does. His boice comes as a low toned rumble against pale thighs. ]
If I made a mess of you... Then it's my job to clean you, right?
[ The tongue tracing down his thighs is warm, leaving behind a searing trail. It tickles light, too, drawing a gasp out of Minato's lungs. Even now, he's still terribly oversensitive, and Kazuya's lips against his skin stirs another flame in the pit of his stomach. There's no more material to allow that fire to burst into a proper conflagration though, leaving Minato swallowing at the odd sensation. ]
Clean -- me...?
[ Like this? With his tongue?
...this seems like something Kazuya wants to do. So Minato lies back, parting his legs even further to reveal the proper extent of the mess Kazuya left behind, where both of their climaxes intermingled along his stomach and between his thighs. ]
[ Minato is right. There is a lot. And Kazuya is intent on doing as he's said, dragging his tongue against his thighs as he laps up the salty sweet taste of both of them.
Maybe he might even-
Well, the mess on his thighs proves a proper enough challenge for the moment, and he's slow as he works, clearly intent on getting every last sticky drop spilled off of the other. ]
[ The flat of Kazuya's tongue runs along his skin, sending a fresh wave of electric gliding across the rest of his body. In the back of his head, Minato recalls Kazuya's teleportation abilities. There wasn't anything stopping Kazuya from scooping him up and whisking him away to that private one.
Which meant -- Kazuya's decision to lap everything up himself was entirely intentional.
Minato works with him, allowing his companion to maneuver him as necessary, whichever facilitated his desire to lap up every last drop. His breath hitches a bit as Kazuya's kitten licks wander dangerously close to his spent self, drawing a breathy moan from him too. Even after Kazuya had wrung everything from his system, the residual sensitivity had yet to abate. ]
[It's nice to hear those sounds that Minato makes, nice to know that he's eager to work with him, to allow himself to be positioned as needed so that he can more easily lap the remnants of their activity away.
It's when Minato moans that his attention is caught. His tongue stops mid-swipe, and Kazuya glances upwards to take in that expression of his. How Minato watches him so intently, cheeks flushed pink... On the cusp of an arousal he just can't muster due to exhaustion.
It's a good look for him.
His lips and tongue move further up, licking off his poor spent arousal even when Kazuya knows for certain it might tinge uncomfortable from over-sensitivity. He wants him to squirm a little. Surely he can't be blamed for that, right? Not with the direct eye contact he's making.]
[ Minato swallows as Kazuya's tongue suddenly stops mid-swipe, caught in the realization that maybe he shouldn't have let that sound slip by. He simply couldn't help it though, not when Kazuya's soft tongue ran over such sensitive skin.
It's even worse now as that same tongue licks at his completely spent arousal. It's twitches slightly, but otherwise gives no indications of the sparks it sends through Minato's veins, far too exhausted and already wrung for all its worth.
The eye contact only increases the severity of his oversensitivity, confirming that Kazuya knows precisely what he's doing, that he's intentionally wringing Minato with the full knowledge that there's nothing else to squeeze. Minato shuts his eyes with a gasp, toes curling and head falling backwards as he writhes beneath Kazuya. ]
W-why are you --
[ There's nothing else for Kazuya to harvest from him. Wasn't this pointless? ]
[ There it is, the squirming he's looking for, the occasional twitch of arousal that doesn't quite make it all the way.
Kazuya gives a gentle lick to his spent tip, cleaning it off before he responds. ]
I told you. It's my job to clean you up after making a mess of you.
[ Another few, slow licks before he drags his tongue back down once he's satisfied that there's no more remnants of their activity. ]
Do you not like it?
[ Something tells him that's not quite true. Not with the way he squirms, the way his breath hitches and his toes curl. There's clearly some kind of pleasant sensation there for him to take in.
But if Minato wanted him to stop, he certainly would.]
[ The problem is that he does like it, and he likes it a little too much... The gentle lick at his tip and the one dragging down the side of his length leaves Minato's breath hitching a bit, tears of oversensitivity swimming in his eyes. ]
No, I --
[ He's never quite been pushed beyond his limits this way, but it seems Kazuya has a knack for picking up on all the things Minato has yet to experience. ]
It's just -- it's... I didn't know.
[ He didn't know there was something beyond getting to bask in the aftermath. ]
[ With his tongue having so expertly cleaned around his spent length and thighs, there's really only one more spot left, isn't there?
He's slow as he makes his way down between Minato's thighs. Makes a small show of it, with how he licks and kisses and nuzzles. How he sucks a few bruises into the skin to add a splash of colour there before he pries the others legs further apart, before he lifts him up just enough that he can play his tongue around the others rim, wet and leaking fron his own spend. ]
[ Every new bruise leaves a pleasant warmth in Minato, settling within his stomach even if there's nothing left to keep it alight. He's not entirely certain where Kazuya is heading as he pries his legs apart, though that mystery is quickly solved as something warm and soft plays at his rim, catching some of the spend that's long since cooled there. It draws a gasp from Minato, his back arching at the strange sensation. ]
That's -- wait -- you don't have to --
[ Having Kazuya lapping at him down there -- was that truly something he wanted to do? Then again, he did insist he needed to clean Minato thoroughly, and that's the last place where Kazuya left him a mess. ]
[ Minato protests a little, and Kazuya digs his tongue against him a little firmer. Unless he says he doesn't want this, he won't let up. It's not actually terrible, honestly. Not for his first time doing such a thing.
An arm hooks around his leg, keeping the other teen spread and open, unable to close his legs as he licks, as his tongue occasionally presses a little deeply inside him. He can't see Minato's face from where he is, but he can hear him, and he can feel the way he twitches and tenses and archs against his mouth.
[ The tongue laps at him a little more intentionally, capturing some of the mess coating Minato's insides while pressing against his skin. It's completely different from having Kazuya's fingers crooking within him, or having his hardened length easing it to him. This is different, something soft and more flexible exploring someplace so sensitive.
The arm around his leg leaves his inner walls fluttering against Kazuya's tongue, letting Minato fall even further victim to the pleasure Kazuya lavishes on him. Like this, he doesn't need to concern himself with holding his body in a position that best allows Kazuya to work. It's why any residual tension finally eased from him, falling completely limp as he takes shallow breaths, each one broken up by a moan any time Kazuya presses more deeply into him. ]
[ The noises that Minato makes, the way he can feel him fluttering around his tongue... It's all unique. It's different than his hand or his cock, and it's one he doesn't find himself particularly minding either, if he's honest.
Minato goes limp and moans any time his tongue presses deeper, and with that knowledge, he strikes a little more efficiently, pressing slowly deeper and deeper as he licks his insides clean, until he simply can't get his tongue any farther inside the other.
It doesn't stop him from withdrawing it only to repeat that motion again and again. Minato is so clearly spent, but he reacts like he isn't, and that's part of what drives his curiosity further and further.
[ He can no longer discern whether Kazuya's still committed to cleaning up his own mess, or whether the tongue is being intentionally exploratory. Surely, by now, Kazuya managed to lap up everything he'd left behind? And the way he was repeatedly pushing his tongue in and out -- that motion wasn't solely to clean things up, was it?
Minato writhes beneath Kazuya, only kept in place by the arm that anchors him down. There's a whimper now as Kazuya's tongue delves deep, adding to the heat gathering in his lower half. And yet, all his arousal can do is twitch each time Kazuya's tongue massages against his skin.
There's nothing left, and yet the liquid pleasure coursing through his veins is reminiscent of their earlier sessions, a similar form of pressure and heat beginning to stir within him. ]
Kazuya -- I can't --
[ Somehow, in spite of his exhaustion, he feels himself being carried closer and closer to that very same edge. ]
[ The way that Minato writhes under him, clearly enjoying it, clearly unable to reach his peak again, despite how Kazuya presses him, the way his breath shudders loud in his ears and the way he speaks...
Well. It's good to know he's doing this right. It's exciting to know he's doing this right, actually. And part of him wonders if it's going to be an unfortunate feedback loop of him getting turned on again, given his own constitution.
Ah... maybe not. But the sounds he makes and the way Minato squirms under his hold may be the subject of a few later fantasies. Who could blame him, right? ]
[ The pleasure hits a point where it begins to commingle with agony, Minato's brain unable to decide whether he wanted more or whether he couldn't take it anymore. Kazuya presses into him again, leaving that pleasure boiling over as Minato pants open-mouthed beneath him, face flushed and eyes screwed shut.
There's one deep probe of Kazuya's tongue in particular that finally releases the dam of endorphins, leaving his arousal straining desperately for some release. And in spite of the cry wrung from Minato's throat, and in spite of the way his back arcs off the mattress, there's not a single drop of come for his exhausted body to release.
He collapses back on the sheets, chest rising and falling rapidly in a desperate attempt to catch his breath again, tears of overstimulation streaming down his cheeks. A wounded whimper slips from him as his body goes limp once again, truly pushed well beyond his limits, and dizzy from all of the earlier pent-up arousal. ]
[It's not long after Minato collapses back on the sheets that Kazuya withdraws himself from the space between the others legs, and he's actually... Surprised to see that there isn't a single drop from Minato, that he really, truly, has been wrung dry.
... Poor guy. Maybe he shouldn't have been so brutal on him.]
... Wanna go back to my room?
[... So Kazuya can brush his teeth and tongue. And then cuddle him.]
[ Kazuya's question is a distant sound in Minato's ears. Fortunately, he can make out the question and gives Kazuya a small nod. He can manage at least that much as he teeters on consciousness, exhausted from being pushed beyond his limitations.
Maybe he can even grab a change of clothes there... At this point, the dress is probably unsalvageable without being thrown in the wash. ]
Tired...
[ Good thing Kazuya is choosing mercy instead of throwing him into the world's funniest feedback loop. ]
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Minato sighs beneath the kiss, though it quickly transforms into a hiss upon being deprived of Kazuya's warmth. The remnants of what transpired leak out, further staining the space in between his thighs.
So he nods again as Kazuya brushes his lips against his cheek. It is something that he wished to do. ]
I want to.
[ It's just that their options may be somewhat limited by now, but there's one method in particular where he might be able to satisfy Kazuya. Minato tugs his skirt up a little higher while closing his legs, pressing his thighs together to leave a slight space. ]
I can help this way.
[ Who taught him about intercrural..... ]
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And he looks absolutely entrancing as he does.
He groans again from the sight, of the dress ruffled and crumpled and absolutely filthy as Minato hikes it high to bare himself for him.
He kisses Minato again. And again.
And again, before he finally moves to take his spot between the otheres legs. Its- better than he'd expected, as he sinks between them, as he lets the warm skin of his thighs be met with the hot glide of his hardened arousal.
Someone has earned yet another kiss, hungry and wanting as Kazuya'shands move to press Minato's thighs together even more tightly around him.]
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But then Kazuya does finally move to sink himself between slick thighs, hardened arousal easily sliding in between them before returning for yet another kiss. It leaves Minato sighing contentedly against his lips, the corners of them quirking upwards as he feels Kazuya pressing his thighs together to create an even tighter channel.
Good, Minato thinks, as warmth rises within his chest from being given the chance to properly satisfy Kazuya. In spite of being thoroughly exhausted, he's still managed to discern a way to help his companion towards his own completion. And now that he's no longer plagued by his own stubborn arousal, there's nothing to distract him from taking in Kazuya's expressions as he gets himself off in between come-slickened thighs.
For as long as he needs, and as tight as he needs -- further aided by the hands pressing against the outside of his thighs -- Minato's satisfied so long as he can provide for Kazuya. ]
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And it's not like he's quiet against the kiss either. Noises burble forth out of his throat, whimpering groans as he cants his hips against him, hitched sounds as he sucks in a breath that he doesn't actually need through his nose. If Minato wanted to be of service to him despite his state, he's doing a good job.
Enough that it doesn't take particularly long for his cock to throb and pulse between the hot, slick flesh of his thighs. That pleasure, combined with the kiss, combined with the fact that despite his exhaustion, Minato had still offered himself to him?
It all comes crashing down around him fast.
His hips stutter as he pulls back, as he spills himself all over the crease of the others thighs, some of it splattering along the bottom of his dress. Kazuya doesn't need to look to know that Minato has been made even more messy by him. Especially when he awkwardly chases the rest of his high by fucking his own spend deeper between the others legs with a long whimper of Minato's name.]
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And eventually, he's rewarded with that sight for handing himself to Kazuya, the image of his companion hitting his peak, the sound of his name interwoven into a needy whimper, the sensation of warm essence spilling onto his thighs. It joins the rest of the mess that's lubricated the space Kazuya's still fucking into, trickling down his skin to stain more of his dress as well.
The costume department's poor dress is left in a sorry state. On the other hand, given the resort's shenanigans, perhaps that's precisely what the costume department wanted.
Minato reaches up to smooth a palm over Kazuya's hair, a small smile curving on his lips. It's not the first time he's seen Kazuya in freefall, but the sheer desperation in his expression this time -- that's a first.
...it's a good look on him. ]
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That was good. [ He breathes, softly. ] Thanks.
[ But... He really has made a mess of the other boy now hasn't he? Kazuya pulls back to inspect his handywork, to see just how ruined Minato looks at his current point. ]
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...it's fine.
[ Or -- maybe Minato just finds himself feeling a little shy. ]
I'm glad.
[ The way Kazuya pulls away to inspect his handiwork only amplifies that emotion, the stark realization that he's being studied, maybe even admired. So his gaze darts away even as tension eases from his legs, allowing thighs coated in rapidly-cooling slick to fall apart. ]
...you're staring.
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I can't help it. You look really, really good like this.
[ It puts a hunger back in his stomach, if he's honest.
They're alone, though. And Minato is already shy. What would he look like if-
Kazuya moves without thinking, ducking his head downwards to trace his tonge against Minato's thighs. Between the space he'd only just been fucking to lick his own spend off of him, lapping and kissing the skin sweetly as he does. His boice comes as a low toned rumble against pale thighs. ]
If I made a mess of you... Then it's my job to clean you, right?
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Clean -- me...?
[ Like this? With his tongue?
...this seems like something Kazuya wants to do. So Minato lies back, parting his legs even further to reveal the proper extent of the mess Kazuya left behind, where both of their climaxes intermingled along his stomach and between his thighs. ]
...there's a lot though.
[ Not that he seems to be saying no. ]
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Maybe he might even-
Well, the mess on his thighs proves a proper enough challenge for the moment, and he's slow as he works, clearly intent on getting every last sticky drop spilled off of the other. ]
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Which meant -- Kazuya's decision to lap everything up himself was entirely intentional.
Minato works with him, allowing his companion to maneuver him as necessary, whichever facilitated his desire to lap up every last drop. His breath hitches a bit as Kazuya's kitten licks wander dangerously close to his spent self, drawing a breathy moan from him too. Even after Kazuya had wrung everything from his system, the residual sensitivity had yet to abate. ]
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It's when Minato moans that his attention is caught. His tongue stops mid-swipe, and Kazuya glances upwards to take in that expression of his. How Minato watches him so intently, cheeks flushed pink... On the cusp of an arousal he just can't muster due to exhaustion.
It's a good look for him.
His lips and tongue move further up, licking off his poor spent arousal even when Kazuya knows for certain it might tinge uncomfortable from over-sensitivity. He wants him to squirm a little. Surely he can't be blamed for that, right? Not with the direct eye contact he's making.]
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It's even worse now as that same tongue licks at his completely spent arousal. It's twitches slightly, but otherwise gives no indications of the sparks it sends through Minato's veins, far too exhausted and already wrung for all its worth.
The eye contact only increases the severity of his oversensitivity, confirming that Kazuya knows precisely what he's doing, that he's intentionally wringing Minato with the full knowledge that there's nothing else to squeeze. Minato shuts his eyes with a gasp, toes curling and head falling backwards as he writhes beneath Kazuya. ]
W-why are you --
[ There's nothing else for Kazuya to harvest from him. Wasn't this pointless? ]
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Kazuya gives a gentle lick to his spent tip, cleaning it off before he responds. ]
I told you. It's my job to clean you up after making a mess of you.
[ Another few, slow licks before he drags his tongue back down once he's satisfied that there's no more remnants of their activity. ]
Do you not like it?
[ Something tells him that's not quite true. Not with the way he squirms, the way his breath hitches and his toes curl. There's clearly some kind of pleasant sensation there for him to take in.
But if Minato wanted him to stop, he certainly would.]
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No, I --
[ He's never quite been pushed beyond his limits this way, but it seems Kazuya has a knack for picking up on all the things Minato has yet to experience. ]
It's just -- it's... I didn't know.
[ He didn't know there was something beyond getting to bask in the aftermath. ]
It's not... bad, though.
[ What on earth did that say about him? ]
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[ With his tongue having so expertly cleaned around his spent length and thighs, there's really only one more spot left, isn't there?
He's slow as he makes his way down between Minato's thighs. Makes a small show of it, with how he licks and kisses and nuzzles. How he sucks a few bruises into the skin to add a splash of colour there before he pries the others legs further apart, before he lifts him up just enough that he can play his tongue around the others rim, wet and leaking fron his own spend. ]
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That's -- wait -- you don't have to --
[ Having Kazuya lapping at him down there -- was that truly something he wanted to do? Then again, he did insist he needed to clean Minato thoroughly, and that's the last place where Kazuya left him a mess. ]
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An arm hooks around his leg, keeping the other teen spread and open, unable to close his legs as he licks, as his tongue occasionally presses a little deeply inside him. He can't see Minato's face from where he is, but he can hear him, and he can feel the way he twitches and tenses and archs against his mouth.
He doesnt seem to not like it, honestly. ]
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The arm around his leg leaves his inner walls fluttering against Kazuya's tongue, letting Minato fall even further victim to the pleasure Kazuya lavishes on him. Like this, he doesn't need to concern himself with holding his body in a position that best allows Kazuya to work. It's why any residual tension finally eased from him, falling completely limp as he takes shallow breaths, each one broken up by a moan any time Kazuya presses more deeply into him. ]
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Minato goes limp and moans any time his tongue presses deeper, and with that knowledge, he strikes a little more efficiently, pressing slowly deeper and deeper as he licks his insides clean, until he simply can't get his tongue any farther inside the other.
It doesn't stop him from withdrawing it only to repeat that motion again and again. Minato is so clearly spent, but he reacts like he isn't, and that's part of what drives his curiosity further and further.
Also the sounds.
Definitely those too.]
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Minato writhes beneath Kazuya, only kept in place by the arm that anchors him down. There's a whimper now as Kazuya's tongue delves deep, adding to the heat gathering in his lower half. And yet, all his arousal can do is twitch each time Kazuya's tongue massages against his skin.
There's nothing left, and yet the liquid pleasure coursing through his veins is reminiscent of their earlier sessions, a similar form of pressure and heat beginning to stir within him. ]
Kazuya -- I can't --
[ Somehow, in spite of his exhaustion, he feels himself being carried closer and closer to that very same edge. ]
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Well. It's good to know he's doing this right. It's exciting to know he's doing this right, actually. And part of him wonders if it's going to be an unfortunate feedback loop of him getting turned on again, given his own constitution.
Ah... maybe not. But the sounds he makes and the way Minato squirms under his hold may be the subject of a few later fantasies. Who could blame him, right? ]
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There's one deep probe of Kazuya's tongue in particular that finally releases the dam of endorphins, leaving his arousal straining desperately for some release. And in spite of the cry wrung from Minato's throat, and in spite of the way his back arcs off the mattress, there's not a single drop of come for his exhausted body to release.
He collapses back on the sheets, chest rising and falling rapidly in a desperate attempt to catch his breath again, tears of overstimulation streaming down his cheeks. A wounded whimper slips from him as his body goes limp once again, truly pushed well beyond his limits, and dizzy from all of the earlier pent-up arousal. ]
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... Poor guy. Maybe he shouldn't have been so brutal on him.]
... Wanna go back to my room?
[... So Kazuya can brush his teeth and tongue. And then cuddle him.]
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Maybe he can even grab a change of clothes there... At this point, the dress is probably unsalvageable without being thrown in the wash. ]
Tired...
[ Good thing Kazuya is choosing mercy instead of throwing him into the world's funniest feedback loop. ]
im just gonna wrap this here... there as aftercare the end