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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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Height: 180 cm Weight: ~80 kg Age: 20 Eye color: Red Hair color: Black
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• Bad Boy • Dashing Rogue • Evil Villain
KINKS & FETISHES
• Knives • Ropes, Shackles, and Other Restraints • Pain--No Matter Whose
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Extremely high pain tolerance (recommendation: scenes of violence, villain receiving their comeuppance, large or unusual insertions) • Superhuman speed and strength (recommendation: kidnapping, rescuing, acrobatics, supporting partner's weight) • Knife handling (recommendation: survival scenes, fight scenes, knife play)
2. Curiosity, Cats
[ Xue Yang has been poking around the set of Lord of the Wings, exploring all the interesting new locations. And more importantly, all the interesting new substances in those locations. And while he's very used to hanging around questionable plants, he doesn't know the specifics of these particular new varieties.
So he might make some mistakes.
Someone headed through the fairy's forest might find him stubbornly crawling along the ground, flushed and breathing heavily. His cock is also hard, though that's difficult to tell. ]
Where the fuck is everyone--They better have been lying about two hours. Fuck.
[ Alternatively he can be found suffering from one of the other effects, if you're more interested in one of those! ]
3. Swag With Swag
[ Xue Yang has happened to get to the theaters relatively early for one of the movies, and sneaked in past the paparazzi. (By "sneaked in" we mean he miiight show up in the tabloids tomorrow for taking down, physically, a hummingbird or two.) Either way he's lounging in his seat now, dressed in fancy but slightly-worn red robes (wedding robes, for anyone who would recognize them), waiting for his promised seat partner to show up. He'll likely be found casually eating the sweet treats from his bag, the sex toy still stored away like a mystery surprise.
When someone shows up to join him, he looks up at them with a grin. ]
Hey. Checked out your bag yet?
Wildcard
(( Feel free to come at me with other ideas! I'm particularly interested in the short films prompts but couldn't come up with a good generic top level, but I'm open to most anything. ))
[Despite knowing what's likely to come, Xiao Xingchen always makes a point of investigating new changes, in the case they might pose any threat to the people of the hotel. Naturally, that means having his friend along.
They barely make any headway into investigating these "movie sets" before the hotel employees pull them into the dressing room.
"Hmm... yes! I see the vision!" one of them says excitedly. "I have the perfect roles for you two!"]
W-Wait-- ah...
[Xiao Xingchen almost wants to protest their disrobing of him, though he soon remembers where he is and sighs as he lets them pull the clothing away. Others in the room who struggle end up in an entirely new set of clothing regardless. At least with his new ribbon, he can see where they're storing the robes he's worn all this time. He'll have to come back for it...
The employees manage to fit him in a long, black cassock, snugly clad around his upper body - accentuating a slim waist - while almost as loose as his usual robes in the lower half. With black hair now cascading down to near his feet and his white blindfold, the most excited employee takes a moment to investigate.
"Yes, yes yes! This black and white contrast... simple yet mysterious... this will be perfect! Now for his costar!"]
[ Xue Yang is more than happy to poke around whatever new corners the hotel has produced for them. With Xiao Xingchen getting more used to having his sight again, and everything that comes with it, he's once again rearranged his face into one unrecognizable to friend and foe alike. So he's not too worried when the two of them are pulled into a weird new place together, though he's not the happiest about having his clothes put away by strangers.
Still, he watches Xiao Xingchen with an amused expression, snickering slightly, but definitely eyeing the way he looks in that outfit. It looks surprisingly decent on him, not that he'd say so out loud.
"Now for his costar! We'll need to get you fit to seduce... And solidly pair! Think of the posters we could make! No, no, that's getting ahead of myself, we first need to find enough to work with here..." ]
What the hell do you need all that--?
[ Before Xue Yang realizes what's happening, he's being wrapped in bandages. Wait--no, they're not bandages. It's proper fabric, but thin black strips that wrap around snugly and leave only the most intimate of places to the imagination... and even then, not by very much. The "outfit" strategically covers his nipples and a few strips obscure his cock, though the shape is still very much visible, with some continuing between his buttocks to cover his ass. Aside from those there's a few more straps that are added on to make it seem a little more like clothing, with an accent piece wrapped around his left hand in a way that covers his deformed false pinky finger. (Maybe they're worried about it spoiling the audience's mood?)
"Perfect! Double perfect! Now, to the set!" And with that the two of them are being pulled out of the dressing room almost as quickly as they were pulled in. The location they're dragged to is decorated to look like a church. The walls and decorations are largely white with some exposed wood for accents, but the seats and some other spots have luxurious plush velvet cushions in a deep red color. Before Xue Yang has a chance to actually take in the room, they're being shoved forwards.
"Alright, here's the scene! A priest has trapped an incubus in the church and is now attempting to properly exorcise him. Unfortunately for him, the incubus will only behave when he has a cock in him. Fortunately, this is no celibate priest, so he's quite aware of what he has to do! As a reminder, your fetish wheel selection was cockwarming! Aaand, ready on the set--" ]
Our what?
[ The employee is all to happy to remind Xue Yang of the fact that when he and Xiao Xingchen first got to the area, Xue Yang spun the fetish wheel. Which he'd done because it seemed amusing and he wanted to know what happened, and promptly forgot about it after it landed on a word that didn't seem to mean anything interesting.
Xue Yang turns to Xiao Xingchen, confused. ]
So what, I just need to make your cock heat up while we fuck?
[Xiao Xingchen swallows hard, unable to tear away his gaze granted to him by his sight-granting blindfold. Now changed out of his red robes into a more monochrome garment, the blush on his face is the only real color visible on his entire figure. Perhaps fortunately, the looser part of the cassock obscures his body's much more embarrassing reaction.
One of the first things he'd seen with this new blindfold was his friend naked. Yet somehow, this affects him in a different sort of way. The way the costume crosses over his skin, covering yet directing his attention to the covered parts--
If he had any inclination to just leave the set before, that feeling swiftly leaves him. Even if he isn't quite sure what they're doing. He can understand the part about a priest exorcising demons - even if the particulars are unfamiliar, the idea shouldn't be too different - but "cockwarming"?]
Um... doesn't that part usually become warm? When doing that?
[His friend has already made it warm. Right now.
One other employee comes up to Xiao Xingchen and pushes some items into his hands: a book and a cross.
"Remember to say 'The power of Christ compels you!'" they say, making a motion of holding up the cross. "And read the highlighted passages aloud when you can. Other than that, you can ab lib anything as long as you're in-character!"]
cw for the whole thread: christian-associated things in a sexual context
[ "Places! Aaand, action!" the main employee cuts him off, and suddenly it's as if the rest have disappeared as a drone camera circles the cathedral before focusing in on the two of them.
Xue Yang, for his part, stares at it in a combination of confusion and curiosity, doing nothing for the several seconds that it waits there for the two of them to do something. The silence drags on until a frustrated voice suddenly shouts "Cut!!" and the employee reappears. "What was that? Are you two even trying?! You've gotta ignore the camera and give all your focus to your costar! Really get into your role, bring out the best--"
This time it's their turn to be cut off as Xue Yang grabs the front of their shirt, his expression dark and threatening. (Has he stopped thinking about the fact that Xiao Xingchen can see right now? Yes.) ]
You shoved the two of us here and told us to do "cockwarming" and whatever other bullshit. Explain it better or we're leaving right now.
[ After a bit of startled stammering the employee does, in fact, start up a proper explanation of what "cockwarming" means. And upon further demanding, what a "movie" is. ]
[Despite the staff not having given either of them an explanation for any of this, Xiao Xingchen can't help but feel embarrassed by his first performance in one of these movies so far. When his friend starts to get aggressive, however, he makes sure to step forward and place a hand on the man's mostly bare shoulder. He understands the frustration, but it won't help at all.
The explanation helps give a better idea of what's going on. But... does that mean they'll be doing that in front of this crew for a while? How long should his cock be warmed for this movie?
Such questions never get to be asked before they're urged to start again.
"Action!"
Well, if they have to figure this out themselves, Xiao Xingchen will play his part. Having more credits for his friend to spend always feels nice.
He straightens his posture, perfectly poised as he calls on his night-hunting senses. With Bible in one hand and cross in another, he looks the very picture of the role, especially with how the stained-glass window frames his figure. Without even having much chance to study, words somehow come to mind as he faces his costar.]
You have nowhere left to escape, incubus. Submit willingly, and I will give rest to your weary soul.
[He could have asked more about what an incubus actually is, but he can hazard a guess.]
[ Xue Yang turns to Xiao Xingchen in surprise and gives a laugh before he can stop himself. He's really going to go with this?
Luckily the action is right in line with Xue Yang's character and the cameras continue rolling without another interruption. Since it seems like Xiao Xingchen is getting into it, Xue Yang can play along with this... "movie" thing. He considers for a moment, which he covers by giving a deliberate look over Xiao Xingchen and his costume, as he comes up with a line to respond with. ]
Submit? When you're dressed like that? I don't think I'll be the one submitting at all.
[ To punctuate it, Xue Yang runs a couple fingers along one of the straps wrapping his body, one of the ones that leads straight to his cock, before taking a few deliberate steps towards Xiao Xingchen.
[Xiao Xingchen isn't quite sure what that means, but it would be difficult to make sense of anything the man had said as his hand traces along the straps. While going around with this new blindfold has helped him to become more used to the heightened senses, arousal comes to him fast and hard while he wears it. Even a little teasing makes him feel like he's pulled along on a string towards the source of his desire.
But he mustn't give in. This is an unholy being in control of the body before him, and he cannot abide it to trouble the people of this world!
He stands firm (in multiple ways) while the "incubus" approaches. His hand moves up, down, and to the sides towards the man.]
I only submit to the Lord, our God. [Have they said "submit" too many times in a row? Anyway--] His will be done; I will get behind thee, Satan!
[These mostly feel like they're what he should be saying here. He still isn't sure how he knows all of this, but it makes it far more natural to play his part.]
[ Xue Yang's advance continues, not slowed in the least by Xiao Xingchen's words or actions. Those are supposed to stop a demon? They're nothing remotely like any ritual Xue Yang is aware of; it's not even the least bit believable. ]
Come on. You gotta try a little harder than th--
[ But when Xue Yang tries to move in close to punctuate his pun with a touch to Xiao Xingchen's cock, things do not go as planned. No sooner does he try to cross the plane where Xiao Xingchen drew the cross shape in the air than Xue Yang suddenly feels as if certain parts of his clothes have suddenly shrunk five sizes. And while they're sparse, they're definitely present enough that the sensation all but forces his legs to collapse beneath him. He reacts in time that he doesn't simply fall to the ground in a heap, but his knees hit the floor with an impressive thunk and he needs to catch himself on his arms to stay upright. ]
How dare you, you damn priest--! You think this can stop me?!
[ The line spills from his lips while he's still reeling, the words not quite his own. ]
[Xiao Xingchen freezes for a moment, concern in his expression as he starts to move to help his friend up. He hadn't expected such a sudden reaction, and so far, his friend didn't exactly strike him as a good actor. But something within him compels him to continue. Whatever is directing him feels so natural that he hardly notices it, even if his feeling of worry for his friend still stays with him.
Perhaps seeing the man on his knees - weak and vulnerable - might have something to do with it.
He steps forward to close the gap between them, in front of the other man. Down on one knee, his hand reaches out to lift the demon's chin with a light but firm hold, tilting it up so they face each other.]
Even if you are a sinner... if you show proof of your repentance, I will free you.
[ Xue Yang's gaze is pulled up to Xiao Xingchen's face, and after a couple seconds, he begins to laugh again. A loud, drawn-out laugh this time, amused and defiant. ]
Repentance? For what? Haven't you done many of these so-called sins yourself?
[ The lines are a blur between the role he's playing and himself, and right now Xue Yang isn't looking to separate them. The sneer on his face is harsh, his eyes sharp and focused.
But then in a motion that's more impulse than intention, one hand darts forward to try to circumvent the loose clothing of Xiao Xingchen's lower half to cup a solid feel of the shape between his legs. The other tries to grab the clothing covering his upper body and pull him down into a rough, heavy kiss. The movement doesn't entirely feel like his own but he still doesn't stop it. ]
[It has to be the blindfold's powers, or perhaps his suit being more active than usual, but the touch to his cock is enough to make Xiao Xingchen's knees buckle. While the cassock has been entirely buttoned up, the costume department neglected to give him another layer underneath it, and only one thin layer separates them both. He gasps - too loud and too eager - as he's pulled down to the incubus' level, easily allowing the demon's tongue inside his mouth.
It would be all too easy to give in... but if the incubus dominates him instead, would he turn him into one of his kind as well? He'd become the antithesis of the very thing he swore himself to. He remembers his devotion to the Lord, using it as his anchor in the midst of this temptation.
Something in him finds something strange with all these thoughts, but as he does with the darkening suite, he finds it harder to resist. He barely even notes the drone flying in closer to get a different angle.
Placing his arms around the incubus, he pushes his weight to the side, trying to situate the both of them so he's above the incubus on the floor. Whether it's himself or some sentiment from this other side of him, one hand holds the back of the incubus' head to keep it from knocking onto the stone floor.]
[ Xue Yang lets Xiao Xingchen reposition them easily, more than used to this shift between the two of them. Usually it's not on the floor, but that's nothing that bothers him either. Instead the hand on Xiao Xingchen's top lets go to reach around the back of his head, almost mimicking Xiao Xingchen's own motion but with a very different purpose.
Without realizing it he's already aroused enough to be visibly hard beneath his scant clothing.
Xue Yang bends one leg and presses it between Xiao Xingchen's until it's high enough to make contact with the back of his hand. ]
Priest, do you really think this is enough to conquer me?
[ The words are already out of his mouth before he realizes they weren't what he meant to say; for one, he was certainly going to call Xiao Xingchen "daozhang". But what was he going to say instead? He can't really remember anymore. ]
[A crunch of footsteps against the forest floor signal that Xue Yang's words haven't fallen on deaf ears. What brought Matoba wandering through this elaborate forest set was not any hopes of becoming a star, or even a sense of wonder and mystery in the carefully-crafted magical landscape. He's had quite enough of that, thank you. But real forests like this one tend to attract all manner of troublesome monsters, and why not pick off some of the weaklings while their guards are down?]
[...Humans with their guards down? Well. That is a different problem.]
Oya, oya... [Draping a kimono sleeve carefully against his mouth and nose, Matoba gazes down at the man clearly having a hard time in the leaves.] I see. Could it be that you took the wrong path through the blooms? They've certainly gone through a lot of effort to recreate demonic fauna.
[His eye scrapes over the man. Something feels...] Are you in need of assistance?
[ Xue Yang looks up with a glare, though at this point it's hard to tell how much of it is thanks to anger, frustration, or exhaustion. ]
Depends. You think those fucking fairies would tell the truth?
[ Considering how miserable he feels (and Xue Yang isn't one to be crippled by much, so he's in bad shape) he's not inclined to believe they were lying about this.
But now that there's relief in sight, Xue Yang is finding it hard to do any other sort of thinking. It's like the urges he gets when his suit turns black, but different in a way he doesn't want to examine right now. The person in front of him certainly isn't ugly, and Xue Yang's eyes are roaming him all over before he can stop himself. They linger, where clothes hide cock and on that mouth that he could stuff his own into, sleeves where hands that could jerk him off sit just out of sight. There's barely any attention paid to that obscured eye, especially when he's used to his sort-of-roommate who doesn't have any. ]
Why, are you gonna help?
[ He's not in any position to make threats about it right now, as much as he hates that fact. ]
[A cheerfully flippant answer. The bright demeanor of the man standing over him is too flimsy, too snide to ever be taken as genuine, but it does much to deflect the power of Xue Yang's glare and isn't dampened in the least by the threat of his fury. This is a man who doesn't see himself as in any danger from this injured beast- a calculated risk assessment.]
[After all, they can help one another. For the right price.]
[Matoba feels himself being assessed as well, and shows no self-consciousness in the face of it. It's only fair, he supposes, that the man conducts one of own if his body is to be used for his relief. He isn't feeling very hurried, though, compared to the man writhing on the ground. There's room for negotiation.]
That depends. What is your card? [One commodity for the other.]
[ That actually gets a huffed chuckle from Xue Yang, strained though it is. Someone who's willing to fuck him only for the sake of Game 52? That's an attitude he understands. Someone who would just help for no apparent reason is much more suspicious in his eyes. ]
4 of clubs. That do it for you?
[ He's not going to bother asking in response; no matter what it is, it doesn't change anything for Xue Yang. Right now he needs a body, not a new card. ]
Ahh, [Matoba hums, the corner of his mouth lifting.] A card I do not yet have. It does indeed.
And a fellow Club, [He adds thoughtfully, and raises a hand up to slip under his outer haori and to the knot of his obi on his back.] We seem to attract one another, in my experience. There is a certain sort who is chosen by the Clubs suit. Does that mean we have something in common?
[Likes the sound of his own voice, or is hoping to distract Xue Yang from something? Whatever it is, the man takes steps to strip as he speaks, first loosening the knot of his obi, unwinding it from his hips and letting his kimono unfurl, then tugging free the tie of the juban inside. A sliver of pale skin under parted layers bares itself from his throat as everything billows open and leads enticingly downward, just waiting to be fully parted by hands. One fell swoop and they all could be pushed from his shoulders. But instead of approaching to offer himself up, he remains standing in place before the other man hunched over on the ground. Will Xue Yang come to him?]
I have one rule before we begin, if you don't mind.
[ Normally far from a difficult task, Xue Yang is finding himself struggling to listen to the words as those clothes loosen and fall step by step. With the pollen's poison set in so deeply every part of him is sore, seeking for the relief of another person's body against his. Each movement brings the aching in his body closer to the forefront of his mind and pulls it away from what's actually being said. He recognizes the words, and the question when it's asked, but if they're meant to distract him or get an answer they're failing spectacularly at both. All that registers is that there's nothing important to respond to, and a second later, he's forgotten what the question even was.
The mention of a rule catches him though, a small snag that he manages to keep from slipping through his fingers and falling out of his mind like the rest of the words, aided by the way that no further undressing seems to be happening in front of him. Even with the pause, it takes Xue Yang an extra few seconds to drag his focus back enough to process and reply to the sentence. ]
I can't say if I'll-- [ his speech goes unsteady for a moment as his focus slips and recovers ] --mind it without knowing the rule.
[ He is indeed attempting to close the distance himself, eyes locked on that strip of skin rather than the man's face. His movement is inhibited by the toxin, more crawling than steps though not clearly one or the other. Even if it doesn't hurt it's still a struggle to push through. At this point he isn't even trying to undress himself. ]
[Behind his loosened kimono, Matoba hooks his thumbs into and rolls down his boxer-briefs from his hips, letting them drop, with the sway of robes over the edges of his shoulders giving peeks and glances tempting the goal Xue Yang desires behind them. A sliver of thigh, a glimpse of naked chest.]
This eyepatch, [He enunciates clearly, raising fingertips to the edges of the paper spell that covered his right eye behind his bangs. It crinkles lightly beneath them, and as casually as he speaks, Matoba is watching for any sign of recognition or balking from Xue Yang at the sight of the repellent ward spell written over it.] Do not make any attempts to touch, or remove it.
[His voice then lowers to an intimate tone, stopped just before Xue Yang's bent-over form with the edges of his clothes nearly brushing. Close enough for scent to raise to the other man, close enough to be tempting him like a steak before a starving dog. Confidence, unspoken, that he could handle the man, should he be displeased with the outcome.] ...Is that acceptable for you?
[ Oh, Xue Yang wants to focus on that. There's some extra dilation of interest in his eyes as his gaze alights on the paper; he might not be able to tell exactly what it is for or how it works, especially half-obscured like that, but he recognizes derivatives of seal script when he sees them.
But despite his intellectual curiosity, his body is still being subjected to a poison that is (allegedly) going to literally kill him if he continues to go without sex. Like a lost traveler in a desert drawing near to an oasis, he can't spare very much mind to his company even if he tries to force himself to.
He's already trying to grab those robes before he manages to get the words out of his mouth. ]
Yeah--fine. No seal-breaking. Got it.
[ Is it a seal? It's probably a seal. "Don't remove" usually means a seal.
And then, as if underscoring just how desperate he is, Xue Yang--who has a very strong dislike of the tastes associated with putting a cock in his mouth--is trying to initiate a blowjob. ]
[A double-whammy of surprises, Matoba's eyebrow scarcely has time to lift all the way before his reaction to Xue Yang's words is overwritten by reaction to the man raising up enough to burrow under his kimono and get his mouth on his cock, instead.]
[Not that he minds a man who takes initiative. He was just as ready to put this man on his back and relieve a little of that pressure he must be feeling beneath his own clothes, but when he is so eager, why not see what he will do under his own power? Matoba's eye relaxes to a half-lid to watch, slipping his fingertips under the hems of one side and drawing away half of his clothes to give Xue Yang a little more room to work with beneath them.]
[Unfortunately, even if his mouth is busy, Matoba's is not. A fatal flaw in this plan.]
Almost, [He comments almost as if an aside, after a few moments of letting the man at his cock. A slow breath shudders out of him as Xue Yang gets to work, relaxation thickening in his veins and filling his soft cock out slowly.] This seal is not to keep something in. It is to keep something out.
[ Xue Yang gives a hum that's the equivalent of "that's very interesting and I would love to ask more but currently my mouth is occupied in the pursuit of saving my own life and my mind is similarly muddled so any questioning will have to wait", or perhaps "humming makes the blowjob better, right?". Could go either way at this point.
His grip on the man's legs is perhaps a little stronger than it needs to be, but Xue Yang is actively holding himself up like this. His weakness is betrayed in the way his hands and fingers occasionally tremble as if struggling with something requiring a great effort, and his legs do similarly underneath him. Regardless of that he's at least managing for now and he can feel his efforts starting to pay off with the shifting shape. He can tell he himself is already salivating heavily, but he probably had started that back when the clothes first started coming off. He bobs his head, swirls his tongue a bit, and even lowers his head as far as he can manage for several seconds before having to pull back. He doesn't want to risk letting go to use a hand at this point.
He's never been this eager to give a blowjob before and the part of him that's still lucid enough to acknowledge that is finding it very uncanny. ]
[The hum does feel nice, yes. And yet, any hint of impatience gleaned from it only makes Matoba smile a little wider. Shouldn't he get away with what he can while the man is so occupied?]
[There's at least enough to grip into over Matoba's thighs that Xue Yang can get a decent purchase, fingers into flesh, leaving red marks over skin. Matoba doesn't necessarily mind that; desperation was a fine way to whet one's appetite, as shows in the man's eagerness over his cock. A deep plunge and teasing over the tip has Matoba hard soon enough between his lips, hand moving from drawing his hems back to instead perching atop the man's head as he bobs, not forcing (not yet), but lightly directing. Precum stains over each drag of Xue Yang's tongue, the clammy scent and taste of sex mixing with his saliva.]
[The more his arousal is piqued, Matoba's hips lightly begin to rock against the lips over him, an easygoing rhythm that Xue Yang, who is barely staying up, could keep up with, with the hand atop his head keeping him in place. Matoba is in no rush to stop him if he's finding himself enjoying the act; he isn't the one under duress. But Xue Yang is going to have to cave to the promise of relief eventually if his body is already barely able to keep itself up. ]
[ The taste of precum reminds Xue Yang of just why he normally dislikes giving blowjobs, but he's not stopping yet. At this point he'd probably be jerking himself off as well if he thought he could stay upright without holding on, but he's doubtful with his current state. Despite his frustration, he can't really make himself pull back off either, and not (just) because of that hand.
The movement and the deepening smell increase his arousal, pushing it not just to the point of the pollen settling in but also reaching deeper, stoking something that goes beyond just the poisoning symptoms. He has no idea how close or far either of them is to orgasm so he pauses his mouth enough to give an awkward, nearly-unintelligible half-mumble around the intrusion, ]
Mouth or ass?
[ before he's continuing as if he hadn't said anything.
Is oral sex enough to clear it? Given how much he's been driven to put his mouth on a cock, he's inclined to guess the answer is a yes. He can handle himself afterwards if he has to. ]
Xue Yang | Mo Dao Zu Shi | 4♣
Height: 180 cm
Weight: ~80 kg
Age: 20
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Black
• Bad Boy
• Dashing Rogue
• Evil Villain
• Knives
• Ropes, Shackles, and Other Restraints
• Pain--No Matter Whose
• Extremely high pain tolerance (recommendation: scenes of violence, villain receiving their comeuppance, large or unusual insertions)
• Superhuman speed and strength (recommendation: kidnapping, rescuing, acrobatics, supporting partner's weight)
• Knife handling (recommendation: survival scenes, fight scenes, knife play)
2. Curiosity, Cats
[ Xue Yang has been poking around the set of Lord of the Wings, exploring all the interesting new locations. And more importantly, all the interesting new substances in those locations. And while he's very used to hanging around questionable plants, he doesn't know the specifics of these particular new varieties.
So he might make some mistakes.
Someone headed through the fairy's forest might find him stubbornly crawling along the ground, flushed and breathing heavily. His cock is also hard, though that's difficult to tell. ]
Where the fuck is everyone--They better have been lying about two hours. Fuck.
[ Alternatively he can be found suffering from one of the other effects, if you're more interested in one of those! ]
3. Swag With Swag
[ Xue Yang has happened to get to the theaters relatively early for one of the movies, and sneaked in past the paparazzi. (By "sneaked in" we mean he miiight show up in the tabloids tomorrow for taking down, physically, a hummingbird or two.) Either way he's lounging in his seat now, dressed in fancy but slightly-worn red robes (wedding robes, for anyone who would recognize them), waiting for his promised seat partner to show up. He'll likely be found casually eating the sweet treats from his bag, the sex toy still stored away like a mystery surprise.
When someone shows up to join him, he looks up at them with a grin. ]
Hey. Checked out your bag yet?
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(( Feel free to come at me with other ideas! I'm particularly interested in the short films prompts but couldn't come up with a good generic top level, but I'm open to most anything. ))
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They barely make any headway into investigating these "movie sets" before the hotel employees pull them into the dressing room.
"Hmm... yes! I see the vision!" one of them says excitedly. "I have the perfect roles for you two!"]
W-Wait-- ah...
[Xiao Xingchen almost wants to protest their disrobing of him, though he soon remembers where he is and sighs as he lets them pull the clothing away. Others in the room who struggle end up in an entirely new set of clothing regardless. At least with his new ribbon, he can see where they're storing the robes he's worn all this time. He'll have to come back for it...
The employees manage to fit him in a long, black cassock, snugly clad around his upper body - accentuating a slim waist - while almost as loose as his usual robes in the lower half. With black hair now cascading down to near his feet and his white blindfold, the most excited employee takes a moment to investigate.
"Yes, yes yes! This black and white contrast... simple yet mysterious... this will be perfect! Now for his costar!"]
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Still, he watches Xiao Xingchen with an amused expression, snickering slightly, but definitely eyeing the way he looks in that outfit. It looks surprisingly decent on him, not that he'd say so out loud.
"Now for his costar! We'll need to get you fit to seduce... And solidly pair! Think of the posters we could make! No, no, that's getting ahead of myself, we first need to find enough to work with here..." ]
What the hell do you need all that--?
[ Before Xue Yang realizes what's happening, he's being wrapped in bandages. Wait--no, they're not bandages. It's proper fabric, but thin black strips that wrap around snugly and leave only the most intimate of places to the imagination... and even then, not by very much. The "outfit" strategically covers his nipples and a few strips obscure his cock, though the shape is still very much visible, with some continuing between his buttocks to cover his ass. Aside from those there's a few more straps that are added on to make it seem a little more like clothing, with an accent piece wrapped around his left hand in a way that covers his deformed false pinky finger. (Maybe they're worried about it spoiling the audience's mood?)
"Perfect! Double perfect! Now, to the set!" And with that the two of them are being pulled out of the dressing room almost as quickly as they were pulled in. The location they're dragged to is decorated to look like a church. The walls and decorations are largely white with some exposed wood for accents, but the seats and some other spots have luxurious plush velvet cushions in a deep red color. Before Xue Yang has a chance to actually take in the room, they're being shoved forwards.
"Alright, here's the scene! A priest has trapped an incubus in the church and is now attempting to properly exorcise him. Unfortunately for him, the incubus will only behave when he has a cock in him. Fortunately, this is no celibate priest, so he's quite aware of what he has to do! As a reminder, your fetish wheel selection was cockwarming! Aaand, ready on the set--" ]
Our what?
[ The employee is all to happy to remind Xue Yang of the fact that when he and Xiao Xingchen first got to the area, Xue Yang spun the fetish wheel. Which he'd done because it seemed amusing and he wanted to know what happened, and promptly forgot about it after it landed on a word that didn't seem to mean anything interesting.
Xue Yang turns to Xiao Xingchen, confused. ]
So what, I just need to make your cock heat up while we fuck?
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One of the first things he'd seen with this new blindfold was his friend naked. Yet somehow, this affects him in a different sort of way. The way the costume crosses over his skin, covering yet directing his attention to the covered parts--
If he had any inclination to just leave the set before, that feeling swiftly leaves him. Even if he isn't quite sure what they're doing. He can understand the part about a priest exorcising demons - even if the particulars are unfamiliar, the idea shouldn't be too different - but "cockwarming"?]
Um... doesn't that part usually become warm? When doing that?
[His friend has already made it warm. Right now.
One other employee comes up to Xiao Xingchen and pushes some items into his hands: a book and a cross.
"Remember to say 'The power of Christ compels you!'" they say, making a motion of holding up the cross. "And read the highlighted passages aloud when you can. Other than that, you can ab lib anything as long as you're in-character!"]
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[ "Places! Aaand, action!" the main employee cuts him off, and suddenly it's as if the rest have disappeared as a drone camera circles the cathedral before focusing in on the two of them.
Xue Yang, for his part, stares at it in a combination of confusion and curiosity, doing nothing for the several seconds that it waits there for the two of them to do something. The silence drags on until a frustrated voice suddenly shouts "Cut!!" and the employee reappears. "What was that? Are you two even trying?! You've gotta ignore the camera and give all your focus to your costar! Really get into your role, bring out the best--"
This time it's their turn to be cut off as Xue Yang grabs the front of their shirt, his expression dark and threatening. (Has he stopped thinking about the fact that Xiao Xingchen can see right now? Yes.) ]
You shoved the two of us here and told us to do "cockwarming" and whatever other bullshit. Explain it better or we're leaving right now.
[ After a bit of startled stammering the employee does, in fact, start up a proper explanation of what "cockwarming" means. And upon further demanding, what a "movie" is. ]
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The explanation helps give a better idea of what's going on. But... does that mean they'll be doing that in front of this crew for a while? How long should his cock be warmed for this movie?
Such questions never get to be asked before they're urged to start again.
"Action!"
Well, if they have to figure this out themselves, Xiao Xingchen will play his part. Having more credits for his friend to spend always feels nice.
He straightens his posture, perfectly poised as he calls on his night-hunting senses. With Bible in one hand and cross in another, he looks the very picture of the role, especially with how the stained-glass window frames his figure. Without even having much chance to study, words somehow come to mind as he faces his costar.]
You have nowhere left to escape, incubus. Submit willingly, and I will give rest to your weary soul.
[He could have asked more about what an incubus actually is, but he can hazard a guess.]
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Luckily the action is right in line with Xue Yang's character and the cameras continue rolling without another interruption. Since it seems like Xiao Xingchen is getting into it, Xue Yang can play along with this... "movie" thing. He considers for a moment, which he covers by giving a deliberate look over Xiao Xingchen and his costume, as he comes up with a line to respond with. ]
Submit? When you're dressed like that? I don't think I'll be the one submitting at all.
[ To punctuate it, Xue Yang runs a couple fingers along one of the straps wrapping his body, one of the ones that leads straight to his cock, before taking a few deliberate steps towards Xiao Xingchen.
Perhaps not the best line, but he's trying. ]
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But he mustn't give in. This is an unholy being in control of the body before him, and he cannot abide it to trouble the people of this world!
He stands firm (in multiple ways) while the "incubus" approaches. His hand moves up, down, and to the sides towards the man.]
I only submit to the Lord, our God. [Have they said "submit" too many times in a row? Anyway--] His will be done; I will get behind thee, Satan!
[These mostly feel like they're what he should be saying here. He still isn't sure how he knows all of this, but it makes it far more natural to play his part.]
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Come on. You gotta try a little harder than th--
[ But when Xue Yang tries to move in close to punctuate his pun with a touch to Xiao Xingchen's cock, things do not go as planned. No sooner does he try to cross the plane where Xiao Xingchen drew the cross shape in the air than Xue Yang suddenly feels as if certain parts of his clothes have suddenly shrunk five sizes. And while they're sparse, they're definitely present enough that the sensation all but forces his legs to collapse beneath him. He reacts in time that he doesn't simply fall to the ground in a heap, but his knees hit the floor with an impressive thunk and he needs to catch himself on his arms to stay upright. ]
How dare you, you damn priest--! You think this can stop me?!
[ The line spills from his lips while he's still reeling, the words not quite his own. ]
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Perhaps seeing the man on his knees - weak and vulnerable - might have something to do with it.
He steps forward to close the gap between them, in front of the other man. Down on one knee, his hand reaches out to lift the demon's chin with a light but firm hold, tilting it up so they face each other.]
Even if you are a sinner... if you show proof of your repentance, I will free you.
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Repentance? For what? Haven't you done many of these so-called sins yourself?
[ The lines are a blur between the role he's playing and himself, and right now Xue Yang isn't looking to separate them. The sneer on his face is harsh, his eyes sharp and focused.
But then in a motion that's more impulse than intention, one hand darts forward to try to circumvent the loose clothing of Xiao Xingchen's lower half to cup a solid feel of the shape between his legs. The other tries to grab the clothing covering his upper body and pull him down into a rough, heavy kiss. The movement doesn't entirely feel like his own but he still doesn't stop it. ]
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It would be all too easy to give in... but if the incubus dominates him instead, would he turn him into one of his kind as well? He'd become the antithesis of the very thing he swore himself to. He remembers his devotion to the Lord, using it as his anchor in the midst of this temptation.
Something in him finds something strange with all these thoughts, but as he does with the darkening suite, he finds it harder to resist. He barely even notes the drone flying in closer to get a different angle.
Placing his arms around the incubus, he pushes his weight to the side, trying to situate the both of them so he's above the incubus on the floor. Whether it's himself or some sentiment from this other side of him, one hand holds the back of the incubus' head to keep it from knocking onto the stone floor.]
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Without realizing it he's already aroused enough to be visibly hard beneath his scant clothing.
Xue Yang bends one leg and presses it between Xiao Xingchen's until it's high enough to make contact with the back of his hand. ]
Priest, do you really think this is enough to conquer me?
[ The words are already out of his mouth before he realizes they weren't what he meant to say; for one, he was certainly going to call Xiao Xingchen "daozhang". But what was he going to say instead? He can't really remember anymore. ]
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[A crunch of footsteps against the forest floor signal that Xue Yang's words haven't fallen on deaf ears. What brought Matoba wandering through this elaborate forest set was not any hopes of becoming a star, or even a sense of wonder and mystery in the carefully-crafted magical landscape. He's had quite enough of that, thank you. But real forests like this one tend to attract all manner of troublesome monsters, and why not pick off some of the weaklings while their guards are down?]
[...Humans with their guards down? Well. That is a different problem.]
Oya, oya... [Draping a kimono sleeve carefully against his mouth and nose, Matoba gazes down at the man clearly having a hard time in the leaves.] I see. Could it be that you took the wrong path through the blooms? They've certainly gone through a lot of effort to recreate demonic fauna.
[His eye scrapes over the man. Something feels...] Are you in need of assistance?
[ooc; Power permissions if needed!]
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Depends. You think those fucking fairies would tell the truth?
[ Considering how miserable he feels (and Xue Yang isn't one to be crippled by much, so he's in bad shape) he's not inclined to believe they were lying about this.
But now that there's relief in sight, Xue Yang is finding it hard to do any other sort of thinking. It's like the urges he gets when his suit turns black, but different in a way he doesn't want to examine right now. The person in front of him certainly isn't ugly, and Xue Yang's eyes are roaming him all over before he can stop himself. They linger, where clothes hide cock and on that mouth that he could stuff his own into, sleeves where hands that could jerk him off sit just out of sight. There's barely any attention paid to that obscured eye, especially when he's used to his sort-of-roommate who doesn't have any. ]
Why, are you gonna help?
[ He's not in any position to make threats about it right now, as much as he hates that fact. ]
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[A cheerfully flippant answer. The bright demeanor of the man standing over him is too flimsy, too snide to ever be taken as genuine, but it does much to deflect the power of Xue Yang's glare and isn't dampened in the least by the threat of his fury. This is a man who doesn't see himself as in any danger from this injured beast- a calculated risk assessment.]
[After all, they can help one another. For the right price.]
[Matoba feels himself being assessed as well, and shows no self-consciousness in the face of it. It's only fair, he supposes, that the man conducts one of own if his body is to be used for his relief. He isn't feeling very hurried, though, compared to the man writhing on the ground. There's room for negotiation.]
That depends. What is your card? [One commodity for the other.]
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4 of clubs. That do it for you?
[ He's not going to bother asking in response; no matter what it is, it doesn't change anything for Xue Yang. Right now he needs a body, not a new card. ]
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And a fellow Club, [He adds thoughtfully, and raises a hand up to slip under his outer haori and to the knot of his obi on his back.] We seem to attract one another, in my experience. There is a certain sort who is chosen by the Clubs suit. Does that mean we have something in common?
[Likes the sound of his own voice, or is hoping to distract Xue Yang from something? Whatever it is, the man takes steps to strip as he speaks, first loosening the knot of his obi, unwinding it from his hips and letting his kimono unfurl, then tugging free the tie of the juban inside. A sliver of pale skin under parted layers bares itself from his throat as everything billows open and leads enticingly downward, just waiting to be fully parted by hands. One fell swoop and they all could be pushed from his shoulders. But instead of approaching to offer himself up, he remains standing in place before the other man hunched over on the ground. Will Xue Yang come to him?]
I have one rule before we begin, if you don't mind.
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The mention of a rule catches him though, a small snag that he manages to keep from slipping through his fingers and falling out of his mind like the rest of the words, aided by the way that no further undressing seems to be happening in front of him. Even with the pause, it takes Xue Yang an extra few seconds to drag his focus back enough to process and reply to the sentence. ]
I can't say if I'll-- [ his speech goes unsteady for a moment as his focus slips and recovers ] --mind it without knowing the rule.
[ He is indeed attempting to close the distance himself, eyes locked on that strip of skin rather than the man's face. His movement is inhibited by the toxin, more crawling than steps though not clearly one or the other. Even if it doesn't hurt it's still a struggle to push through. At this point he isn't even trying to undress himself. ]
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[Behind his loosened kimono, Matoba hooks his thumbs into and rolls down his boxer-briefs from his hips, letting them drop, with the sway of robes over the edges of his shoulders giving peeks and glances tempting the goal Xue Yang desires behind them. A sliver of thigh, a glimpse of naked chest.]
This eyepatch, [He enunciates clearly, raising fingertips to the edges of the paper spell that covered his right eye behind his bangs. It crinkles lightly beneath them, and as casually as he speaks, Matoba is watching for any sign of recognition or balking from Xue Yang at the sight of the repellent ward spell written over it.] Do not make any attempts to touch, or remove it.
[His voice then lowers to an intimate tone, stopped just before Xue Yang's bent-over form with the edges of his clothes nearly brushing. Close enough for scent to raise to the other man, close enough to be tempting him like a steak before a starving dog. Confidence, unspoken, that he could handle the man, should he be displeased with the outcome.] ...Is that acceptable for you?
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But despite his intellectual curiosity, his body is still being subjected to a poison that is (allegedly) going to literally kill him if he continues to go without sex. Like a lost traveler in a desert drawing near to an oasis, he can't spare very much mind to his company even if he tries to force himself to.
He's already trying to grab those robes before he manages to get the words out of his mouth. ]
Yeah--fine. No seal-breaking. Got it.
[ Is it a seal? It's probably a seal. "Don't remove" usually means a seal.
And then, as if underscoring just how desperate he is, Xue Yang--who has a very strong dislike of the tastes associated with putting a cock in his mouth--is trying to initiate a blowjob. ]
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[Not that he minds a man who takes initiative. He was just as ready to put this man on his back and relieve a little of that pressure he must be feeling beneath his own clothes, but when he is so eager, why not see what he will do under his own power? Matoba's eye relaxes to a half-lid to watch, slipping his fingertips under the hems of one side and drawing away half of his clothes to give Xue Yang a little more room to work with beneath them.]
[Unfortunately, even if his mouth is busy, Matoba's is not. A fatal flaw in this plan.]
Almost, [He comments almost as if an aside, after a few moments of letting the man at his cock. A slow breath shudders out of him as Xue Yang gets to work, relaxation thickening in his veins and filling his soft cock out slowly.] This seal is not to keep something in. It is to keep something out.
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His grip on the man's legs is perhaps a little stronger than it needs to be, but Xue Yang is actively holding himself up like this. His weakness is betrayed in the way his hands and fingers occasionally tremble as if struggling with something requiring a great effort, and his legs do similarly underneath him. Regardless of that he's at least managing for now and he can feel his efforts starting to pay off with the shifting shape. He can tell he himself is already salivating heavily, but he probably had started that back when the clothes first started coming off. He bobs his head, swirls his tongue a bit, and even lowers his head as far as he can manage for several seconds before having to pull back. He doesn't want to risk letting go to use a hand at this point.
He's never been this eager to give a blowjob before and the part of him that's still lucid enough to acknowledge that is finding it very uncanny. ]
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[There's at least enough to grip into over Matoba's thighs that Xue Yang can get a decent purchase, fingers into flesh, leaving red marks over skin. Matoba doesn't necessarily mind that; desperation was a fine way to whet one's appetite, as shows in the man's eagerness over his cock. A deep plunge and teasing over the tip has Matoba hard soon enough between his lips, hand moving from drawing his hems back to instead perching atop the man's head as he bobs, not forcing (not yet), but lightly directing. Precum stains over each drag of Xue Yang's tongue, the clammy scent and taste of sex mixing with his saliva.]
[The more his arousal is piqued, Matoba's hips lightly begin to rock against the lips over him, an easygoing rhythm that Xue Yang, who is barely staying up, could keep up with, with the hand atop his head keeping him in place. Matoba is in no rush to stop him if he's finding himself enjoying the act; he isn't the one under duress. But Xue Yang is going to have to cave to the promise of relief eventually if his body is already barely able to keep itself up. ]
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The movement and the deepening smell increase his arousal, pushing it not just to the point of the pollen settling in but also reaching deeper, stoking something that goes beyond just the poisoning symptoms. He has no idea how close or far either of them is to orgasm so he pauses his mouth enough to give an awkward, nearly-unintelligible half-mumble around the intrusion, ]
Mouth or ass?
[ before he's continuing as if he hadn't said anything.
Is oral sex enough to clear it? Given how much he's been driven to put his mouth on a cock, he's inclined to guess the answer is a yes. He can handle himself afterwards if he has to. ]
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