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TDM 009
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches
Weight: 5 oz
Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!)
Eye color: black
Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick
• emotional guide
• damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking
• mating dances
• hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing
• flying fast
• speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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Well, it's not exactly suitable either, but it seems like it would be a bit more up Bakugo's alley than the original option had been, at least. Granted, Bakugo may never come to realize that it was Keita who made the changes to the script—he'd done so early on, when his memories of the future led him to this filming set—but still.
Now, as the director calls for action, Keita is lounging atop a soft futon on the slightly raised dais at the end of his "bedroom," dressed in a kimono that's truly an affront to formal kimonos everywhere—impossible to tie tightly enough so it keeps slipping open over his leg, and too wide at the collarbones so his shoulders are exposed. That, Keita understands, is part of the appeal.
He lifts the book he's reading over his head, his gaze idly following the lines of characters as he waits for his "guard" to make an entrance. The premise: the master and guard have been carrying on an affair for some time, and although every time they promise it will be the last, they always come together again. Beyond that, there hadn't been much direction in the script—Keita imagines they'll just need to find ways to get each other off. ]
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But hey, he's still captain, he's topping, and who the hell knows if any of this is even going to air? If he doesn't like the results, he'll blow the damn film up and no one's watching it! Glancing at himself in the mirror, he checks out the uniform covering his body, a sharp black and red ensemble threatening to choke his airway. Damn, glad he's getting out of this crap pretty fast.
Bakugo turns back to the window, standing outside on the "balcony" set, and peers in through glass panes. Keita? Fuck, he's glad it's someone he knows rather than getting it on with a pure stranger. A flick of the latch gives a soft 'click' in the room and he pushes the door open, walking into the room with his usual stride: shoulders back, arms swinging, standing straight. Different from the slouched shoulders forward head down delinquent posture he sometimes stomps around the resort with.]
Lounging around like that? You're gonna get a cold if you don't cover up. [Gruff taunting at worst. He shuts the door behind him and heads for the dais.] I'm not standing in for your sick ass if you do.
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He pushes himself up, first onto his elbows and then to prop himself on his hands, his book slipping down to lie forgotten on the futon. Keita lets his gaze travel along Bakugo's form, taking in the rigid lines of his uniform and the strong, commanding set of his shoulders. A position like this suits him, Keita thinks, although based on what he knows of Bakugo he imagines that the other man is probably smarting about having a "superior" to report to at all. ]
Is that any way to speak to the master of your house? [ Keita asks, his voice mild. ] Such liberties you take.
[ He doesn't get up. Perhaps a more insecure man would do so: stand to make himself taller than Bakugo, as if to underscore his own power by putting his captain below him. Keita doesn't need to. His power is a birthright and a blood curse, and he can fill a room without even moving. ]
Are you here to give your report? [ Keita asks instead. He shifts slightly, the silk of the kimono parting over his thigh. ] Or to take even further liberties?
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He tugs at the stiff collar around his neck in annoyance, already hating the damn costume and glad as fuck it's coming off soon. Having to stay in this for long would've been suffocating. Why did people think a great idea for looking formal was putting a noose around your throat? Boots leave faint depressions in the carpet as he approaches the dais, legs flexing with a step onto it.
Forgotten book, all because Keita's lifting himself up like some damn model in the magazine. Robe hanging half off his shoulder, lying more than half off his leg, open on his chest revealing a body he's familiar with by now. As much as he doesn't like having a damn "superior" over him, he is still a hero in training back home, and answers to his teachers in class and other Pro Heroes on missions. It's when he's with others closer to his age that he can take command every time.]
You should ask me if I give a shit. [Is he sticking to the script? Not entirely, but the gist is there. Hard to defer to his "captain" when he's well aware he'll be fucking this guy into the bed in a few minutes.] You wanna get sick, that's on you.
Aa, we got the bastard. But I'm not wasting our time talking about him. [He plants a knee on the bed, leaning half on it and keeping his boots off it as he leans forward, looking down at Keita from his vantage point.] Hope you weren't getting ready to sleep.
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I knew you would, [ Keita says, pleased. He has faith in his captain to be able to execute, wouldn't have put it in his hands if he didn't. Perhaps he's earned a few liberties, after all.
The suggestion that Keita might have been about to sleep makes him lift an eyebrow as he carefully, single-handedly unbuttons the topmost button of Bakugo's jacket, then trails his fingers lightly down the skin he finds beneath to work on the second as well. ]
And if I were? [ he asks, although they both know Keita will be doing absolutely no sleeping on this set whatsoever. ] Would you have objections... Captain?
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Even if Bakugo finds himself smirking slightly when he notices his companion slightly breaking character. Heh, not as good on the acting as he thought. What, didn't foresee this coming? (A running needle he'll always bug Keita about.) It vanishes when fingers hook in his collar and give him a tug forward, bringing both knees onto the bed now.]
No. But you might. [Implying he would've woken him up, or kept him from going to sleep, if he had been. Bakugo tilts his head to the side as one button springs open, relaxing the chokehold on his neck and baring some of his throat to Keita when the second one breaks free around his hand. Fuck, he should hurry that up. Well if he's gonna take his damn time on the buttons, Bakugo starts working at his boots via one toe dug into the back of the other heel. Right, like that works on boots. He cusses under his breath and reaches back, trying to get to his footwear without bringing said footwear onto the bed, while still keeping his neck in reach of Keita's hands.
Newsflash: this does not work.]
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Sit, sit. Let me undress you.
[ He presses a hand lightly to Bakugo's hip, encouraging him to sit down properly. That way, sitting on the edge of the dais, Bakugo can be rid of his boots and Keita can help with the removal of his jacket, all while making a nice show for the cameras of the gradual revelation of Bakugo's body.
It's possible that Bakugo will make a snap decision and choose a different way to remove his clothes, of course. Keita never discounts that possibility when he spends time with Bakugo—his decisions are quicker than most, possibly due in part to his understanding of Keita's foresight. But Keita's guess is that Bakugo won't want to linger on the getting-naked part of events. ]
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You could've said that earlier!
[Snarling at the offer, but he twists around and takes a seat on the bed's edge, always minding to keep his feet dangling over rim to keep it clean. He rests his hands on the covers beside his hips until he feels Keita working his own hands along his jacket. Okay, top for Keita, bottom for Bakugo. He hikes his ankle over his opposite knee and starts unbuckling his boot's multiple connections. Why the hell are there five buckles AND laces?! The object's to take it OFF, not lock it on, dammit!
For now he's content to work with Keita, rolling his shoulders and chest forward as soon as the collar opens and his skin breathes cool air. Muscles ripple as the jacket peels off his upper body and slides down his arms, showing a simple white tanktop as his choice of shirt beneath the stifling uniform. His boots hit the ground and his belt follows after telltale twipping through the loops.]
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With the jacket off, Keita ducks his head to mouth slow kisses along the line of Bakugo's neck, his fingertips hooking under the hem of his undershirt and pulling the fabric upward. What better way to appreciate Bakugo's physical form than this, letting his fingertips trail over defined abs while his mouth explores his shoulders? Keita is just a man, and despite knowing that this will largely be performance for the camera, well... maybe it'll look better when his desire is real.
Eventually, he pauses and sits back so he can tug Bakugo's undershirt over his head too, leaving him bare from the waist up. That's what Keita can help with, from here—the trousers will have to be left up to Bakugo himself. Even so, Keita doesn't pull away, instead leaning on one hand and using the other to trail his fingertips down the line of Bakugo's back. ]
I like you in uniform.
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Ah shit, he's starting up already. Bakugo's eyes lid and he drops his chest forward and his head back, a low sound pushing from his lips as Keita's mouth ghosts across his nape and upper back. He doesn't resit as fingers catch the edge of his shirt and pull, rolling a simple white curtain upward across his sculpted abdominal muscles, strong pectorals, and rippling definitions of his back. Scars and all. Bakugo cusses softly when Keita reaches his shoulders, and he has to move his arms again to tug them from his shirt. Look, if they get so into this the cameras disappear, even better.
He tugs his head down when Keita pulls up on the shirt, baring his body and the mixture of clear skin and puncture + burst scars on his chest, shoulder, and lower stomach. Bakugo immediately swings his legs up and around, swirling on his ass in front of Keita, and drops down flat in front of him on his back, hands tucking smugly behind his head as he splays out like a buffet. With his hips parallel to Keita's own, that gives him access to his pants, now doesn't it.] You'll like me better out of it. Get to it, Master.
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I hope you're ready to follow through on all these promises you're making, [ he teases, one palm running down Bakugo's chest—over one pectoral muscle, pinching his nipple on the way, and then over the ridges and valleys of his abdomen before settling just above the waistband of his uniform trousers. ] Otherwise I'm going to be terribly disappointed.
[ It's obvious from the amused sparkle in Keita's eyes that he's really only saying it to rile Bakugo up, though. More than anyone else Keita knows, Bakugo is the least likely not to rise to the bait, which is exactly what Keita is hoping will happen. If they both get worked up enough, not only will the sex be better, it will also be easier to forget that they're meant to be performing for cameras—both of these things being good outcomes, in Keita's opinion.
He shifts back to sit on his knees, moving his hands so he can remove Bakugo's trousers as well. With some slight impatience, he unbuttons and unzips, then hooks his fingers in both the waist of the trousers and the waist of Bakugo's underwear, pulling them both down over his well-muscled thighs at once so that by the time Keita has disposed of them to the side of the dais, Bakugo is fully nude. Just as Keita is, or at least, how he is under the heavy drape of his kimono. ]
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[Riling him up before he tackles Keita to the bed? He's done that before. It's tempting to shuck his own pants faster than the man's doing and reverse these positions immediately. Cords in his neck tense as he swallows down his urge, red eyes narrowing and a low growl bubbling in his throat as he silently dare Keita to take longer than necessary to strip him. He's doing his damnest not to think about the cameras rolling around them, focusing on Keita's touch, voice, and face instead.
Bakugo brings his arms down and jabs his elbows into the bed, sitting up a bit when Keita pulls his pants down. A jerk of button and yank of zipper finally fans the material open and shucks them further. He tugs a knee up, strong thighs flexing with the motions as he pulls his leg from the tube of fabric. Boxer briefs and pants in one go, his bare hips dropping back on the bed after arching up to let him sweep them off. Fuck, that feels better.] C'mere.
[And quickly pulls Keita on top of him, deliberately using his open kimono to momentarily hide them from the camera.]
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Keita props himself up on one elbow, angling his body briefly away from the cameras so that both his and Bakugo's faces are momentarily obscured. It means there's no one to watch as Keita leans down to press a brief kiss to Bakugo's mouth, a little reassuring but mostly encouraging. Despite whatever roles they're being expected to play, it's still them, at the end of the day—although, Keita thinks wryly, he suspects he needs the reassurance more than Bakugo does, this being his first-ever experience with pornography at all.
When he shifts again, eventually, it's to brace himself more fully, so they're both somewhat on display for the cameras. The silk slips down over Keita's shoulders, revealing the bare expanse of them. ]
Well? [ he says, lifting an eyebrow. ] What are you waiting for, captain?
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Already hard and I barely even touched you? The hell've you been thinking about all night? [Bakugo smirks up at the man's face, noting the way he's keeping them blocked for a moment. It wipes off as lips press to his own, kissing him firm and warm as a low groan drifts from the blonde's throat. He leans into it slightly, meeting his touch and tempting his tongue along the seam of Keita's mouth. Reassurance... is nice. If they really get into this, the cameras and directors aren't gonna be in presence of mind anymore, something he's aiming for almost instantly. Everyone else needs to go the fuck away. Only him and Keita.
Not like he's ever made a porno before. As Keita braces himself, Bakugo finally accepts the inevitable and hooks his hand in the side of Keita's robe from the opposite side of his body. Giving himself a good anchor to haul it sideways and off his lower back and legs. Baring everything for the camera and more as Keita drops the top down towards his shouderblades.]
Shuck it off and I'll show you. [Even as he begins sliding further down the bed, tongue and mouth working over Keita's neck and collarbones.]
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Perhaps merely thinking wasn't all I did, [ he says, his deep voice warm with amusement. Indeed, should Bakugo's fingers eventually find their way to Keita's entrance he'll find Keita already slick and partially prepped, as if the indulgent lord had laid himself out on the futon and fingered himself to thoughts of his wayward captain out in the field.
He hums under his breath next, bringing a hand up to thread through Bakugo's hair, encouraging the movements of his mouth. They leave Keita's skin feeling sensitive and tingly, earning small shivers of pleasure whenever his kisses or his tongue brush against someplace particularly enjoyable. Before long, Keita's breath is coming a little quicker, and he murmurs, ]
How long are you going to make me wait?
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Che, that fucking impatient. [he growls against the man's chest. Something about knowing his master wasn't willing to wait for him and still be a demanding brat when he comes in from his stupid assignment. He's gonna have to make use of his preparation and slake his own impatience the moment he gets down there. No necessary work to loosen him up.
Abandoning his chest, he drops to his stomach, tongue tracing down the middle line between his abdominal curves. Low enough and occasional sticky kiss of Keita's glans dot the underside of his chin with precum and Bakugo finally shoves his master's hips up enough to wriggle between his thighs and get his mouth onto his dick. Doesn't even wait to pull it into his mouth, sucking on the head first, then consuming to his mid-mast.
How long? He flicks him off on the side of his chest in answer.]
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He has to brace himself against the futon when Bakugo finally shoves his hips up enough to work his way between them, his mouth immediate and irresistibly hot when it wraps around the head of Keita's cock. The sensation makes him gasp, his thighs tensing with pleasure as he's sucked, first with lips and tongue around the sensitive tip and then again when Bakugo takes more of his length into his mouth. A far cry from the relative hesitance of the first time Bakugo had done this, he seems confident and selfsure in how he touches Keita, and that alone is enough to send another frisson of pleasure up Keita's spine even as he bites back a laugh at the rude gesture Bakugo hides against his ribs.
Maybe one day, Keita will remember to tell Bakugo how endlessly charming he finds his irreverence and poor manners. That day, however, is not today, primarily because it's quickly becoming difficult for Keita to think in a straight line—Bakugo's mouth is deliciously warm and his body is strong between Keita's thighs, and the longer he spends sucking Keita's cock the less possible it is for Keita to be coherent. His breath hitches in the back of his throat, and he reaches down to slide his fingers through Bakugo's hair, not to guide him but simply to encourage him. ]
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Stretched out below him and wedged between Keita's legs, Bakugo props his hands on his pelvis to hold him up. He has to lift his head to reach him, but easily wraps his tongue over his shaft and uses it to drag Keita's tip into his mouth. His tip's soft, smooth as velvet; closing his mouth around him sucks his partner into the hero's heated cavern. Yeah, he's had some time to experience things in the interim between this moment and their last one. Even if he's doing it at his own pace, Bakugo's never going to do something at less than his maximum effort. And he's one of those irritating people who, despite being atrocious in the attitude department, picks up anything he puts his hands to quickly and impressively. Sex is one more activity he can conquer. Though... dammit, even if it should be simple, why does it feel like he learns new things each time?
Bakugo bobs his head up and down, pulling Keita's dick perpendicular with his hips. Might be a bit of a strain at his base, depending on how flexible his erection is, but hell if he's gonna mind that. Another sensation to keep the guy panting above him. He takes him in slowly at first, lips crawling up towards his root, teeth scraping lightly along the underside and top of his shaft. Halfway down before easing back. Muscles flex in his arms to keep Keita hovered above him. He doesn't need him slipping and ramming his dick balls deep in his throat when Bakugo's not ready.]
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The angle at which Bakugo draws Keita's cock into his mouth does cause a slight ache, one that's easily addressed by Keita leaning forward just slightly so the sensation subsides into a pleasurable tension at the base of his pelvis. It's a unique sensation, but one that seems to amplify the pleasure of Bakugo's mouth working him over, earning a low moan from Keita as his fingers tighten slightly in Bakugo's hair. No more philosophizing, that much is for sure.
It takes effort on Keita's part not to move his hips at all. The temptation is to let his hips move, to rock into the wet heat of Bakugo's mouth, but Keita doesn't imagine he'll welcome that when he likes to be in charge. Besides, holding himself back is enjoyable too, in its own way—it gives the sensation a bit of an edge, a combination of pleasure and restraint that makes sensation spark fizzy in the base of his spine and the pit of his belly. ]
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Bakugo drags his tongue along the underside of Keita's member, tip tracing the swollen tract of his urethra. He keeps his lips tighter about his shaft, teeth hovering overhead to avoid scraping him yet. A low groan rumbles in his throat and reverberates in his mouth, vibrations traveling through his tongue into the man's dick. All because those skilled slender clock-maker fingers are wandering through his hair and curling in slight tension in the spiky ashen blonde nest.
He begins bobbing his head when he feels more comfortable, eyes opening halfway. Tapered pelvic v enlarging and retreating in his hazy vision with each lift and drop. Bakugo doesn't bother sucking for a minute, letting him get used to his lips and tongue in alternating tension and wandering exploration. Then, just when he felt Keita getting either impatient or encouraging, he starts sucking, dragging at his skin and dick while pushing his tongue down into the base of his jaw so he can only focus on the vacuum drawing on his cock.]
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If the goal had been to render him incapable of remembering that they're technically filming a movie, well, Bakugo is doing a wonderful job of that. Before long, Keita's focus has narrowed down to nothing more than the dais and the two of them on it—the futon, their bodies, the pleasure Bakugo is stoking within him. He has no more coherence left for thoughts of cameras or scripts or directors. His hips move in tiny thrusts, restrained but not completely, and his stomach tenses with each firm suck. ]
You'll make me come, [ Keita warns eventually, although he's sure it's no secret to Bakugo, with the way his thighs are twitching and his hand is flexing where it's still buried in the other man's hair. He has no objection to coming in Bakugo's mouth, but he wants to give Bakugo the option to pull away in case he has other plans for Keita's first orgasm of the evening. ]
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Of course he wants to make it so Keita's brain thinks only about him! Nothing but the feeling of his mouth wrapped around the man's dick and his lips tightening like a ring at his base. Tongue flattening on the underside, making sure he gets him soaking and slick, but he drags his head back with more audible effects than he needs. He gives a small tug upward on the man's hips, encouraging him to keep moving them more rather than taper off those small motions. Granting more freedom from his previous lockdown.
Bakugo scoffs mid-suck at his warning, curls all fingers on a hand save for one (guess which) against Keita's hips, and redoubles his efforts. Harder suction, dragging at his foreskin until it sheathes around his glans, then pressing down to peel it off until he's got his nose almost flat to Keita's groin. Can't deepthtroat him for more than a second before his gag reflex kicks in (but he's working on that, dammit!). Thanks for the warning, but the way his hands tighten, he's not just expecting it, but demanding.]
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The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...