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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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[ Each kiss sends a fresh wave of warmth throughout Minato's body, heating his skin before fading back into the cold. Some faint color has returned to his cheeks, a light pink as Kazuya begins showering him with affection. One of his hands reaches up to grasp at the sheets next to his head, fingers curling into them as as Kazuya slips both thumbs beneath the lingerie underneath his skirt.
It's lace adorned with bows; could be much worse when it comes to comfort, as far as Minato can tell. It hides nothing to the imagination, his arousal already straining against the front of it.
Kazuya's lips return to pepper more kisses along the seam of the undergarment, drawing a quiet whine from Minato's lips. ]
I forgot to tell you... The costume department -- they... didn't just pick out the dress,
[ Minato swallows, thighs twitching a bit as he recalls exactly the type of underwear they'd handed to him. ]
I had a feeling. This doesn't seem very "You" from my understanding so far.
[His warm breath cascades against the crux of Minato's thigh as he gives a short chuckle, fingers moving to hook just under the hem of the lacy underwear. He doesn't pull down just yet, though. Instead he traces the shape of him with his mouth through the fabric.
No, he can't really see Minato making the choice to put this on of his own accord, but it's... Nice, he supposes? He looks cute in it, fills it out nicely and makes him a pretty present to unwrap.
At least this way Minato won't have to run around in a ruined outfit after this. Not much point in taking the whole thing off for just a blowjob, right?]
[ Not at all... It's nothing remotely resembling what Minato would wear by his own volition. On the other hand, maybe trying something new isn't a bad thing at all. Plus, it seems like Kazuya... approves of it? At least, Minato thinks there's some mild interest.
A moan catches in his throat as Kazuya mouths at his clothed length. The thin barrier of fabric does nothing to partition him off from Kazuya's lips. ]
I think -- it's... not bad, if the other person likes it.
[ More heat rises into his cheeks as he spreads his legs even further, knees bent and feet flat against the mattress to offer more space to Kazuya, to coax him in even further.
And everything Kazuya lavishes on Minato seems to be working, no longer trembling from the cold. Instead, each shudder that rolls down his spine is accompanied a needy keen. ]
[Said against his arousal as he finally tugs the fabric downward to free his heated length. One hand cradles the side as he presses heated kisses along it, letting the heat from it travel down his lips to his stomach where it starts to simmer slowly.
The noises that Minato makes help it along, feeding more fuel to that slowly growing fire. A brief glance upwards catches sight of reddened cheeks, a deep flush on his face that travels just down to his throat. Surely he must be feeling a little warmer now then, right? Kazuya's tongue peaks out just slightly, running across the tip slowly, savouring the taste of him.]
[ Even if "I don't hate it," isn't exactly rousing praise, it's plenty for Minato. There's a quiet sigh of relief as Kazuya finally frees him from the confines of lace and ribbon, arousal stirring even further as it's shown even more affectionate attention. ]
Is that --
[ "so," would be the final syllable, but it dies on Minato's tongue when Kazuya runs his tongue across him. The word never makes it past a gasp as Minato's head falls to the side, panting against a plush pillow. Every offered touch is amplified, even without being able to see past the fabric bunched at his waist. ]
I think -- it's working...?
[ Or at least, he can his feel his body temperature slowly starting rise, all in proportion to the heat that starts to coil within his stomach. Otherwise, perhaps it's that Kazuya offers a distraction from the uncomfortable cold that settled into his bones. ]
[ And there is relief in bis tone, that his theory was right. Of course it is in this place. There was only one way it was ever going to end.
Which means he should be giving it his all now, if he wants Minato to have some relief from that frigid chill that had run through him. Hopefully the heat from his mouth can help with that, because Kazuya stops teasing.
He wants Minato to be comfortable again. He wants him to be warm. Breathless. Boneless.
Soft lips wrap first around the aching head of his arousal before slipping more and more of it into his mouth, cushioned and pillowed by his tongue welcoming every last inch inside where he sucks gently. He remembers, how quickly Minato had come undone last time he'd taken him to the root. It's what he strives for now too. ]
[ A mind numbing heat finally engulfs him, prying a high-pitched keen straight from Minato's throat. The fingers grasping at sheets dig even further into the fabric as his thighs part to better bracket Kazuya between his legs. His length throbs atop that impossibly soft tongue, more of his arousal leaking onto it as Kazuya sucks gently. ]
Kazuya --
[ It's different this time, being taken like this atop a plush bed instead of that empty hall. And maybe Kazuya's mouth feels even better given that he wholeheartedly trusts Kazuya to help him through what ailed him. Or -- perhaps it's merely a side effect of the pollen, amplifying and magnifying his sensitivity.
It seems it won't take long at all. The question then, perhaps, is whether this will truly suffice to flush what was coursing through his system. ]
It's -- it's warm, it's -- good,
[ His other hand reaches down in search of Kazuya's tresses, fingers threading affectionately through them. ]
[Warm, good. Both descriptors that drive him further, listens to that keen that makes him swallow reflexively around him, hunger growing with each of Minato's little motions, every little sound he makes.
And yet- It's the tender motion of those fingers in his hair that surprise him the most. Maybe it shouldn't, because it seems like Minato has slowly started to take a liking to him, something much more intense than what they'd shared initially in that hallway their first meeting.
One hand moves, to rub at his thigh while the other moves to catch Minato's wrist. He tests the waters, lowering it to the side of his face as he sucks on him. Something a little more intimate, because he tilts his head just a little, using his own to press it against his cheek as he rubs into it just a little.
And then lets go, just to see if he'll keep his hand there, or if he'll move it back.]
[ The gentle pressure of Kazuya swallowing around him leaves Minato arching off the bed, mouth falling open to pant and groan at the delectable sensation. His eyes widen, dazed, as he feels fingers at the hand he'd tangled within Kazuya's soft tresses. His own hold on them loosens as he feels Kazuya guide it away by the rest, all before pressing it against his cheek.
Minato blinks, flushing a deeper shade of red as the pulse in his wrist thrums against Kazuya's skin. This is... nice? It's another horizon, another direct point of contact between the two of them, another means for him to hungrily seek Kazuya's own body heat. So his hand stays there, cradling Kazuya's cheek in a palm. ]
Is this -- is this okay?
[ He manages to squeeze those words out, but not before throbbing within Kazuya's mouth upon hearing the breathy and hoarse quality behind his own words, voice completely run ragged with arousal. Even if the purpose of their current act was to relieve him of a mysterious ailment, that didn't necessarily mean the moment had to be devoid of any emotion, deprived of any form of passion.
But on the other hand, could the desire for an even deeper connection with Kazuya simply be a side effect of chemicals coursing through his veins? ]
[ The response to Minato is a soft hum of acknowledgement and encouragement. Of course it's fine. Of course this is okay. He wouldn't have offered if it wasn't, and there's nothing he wants more than to make Minato aware of his own feelings as much as he can.
Maybe he can't say it directly right now, but he can show it. The hand that had let go of his moves up his thigh, fingers curling gently against the expanse of skin as he hits his hip. His waist. All in the effort to touch him, to feel him as much as he can.
Sure, of course he bobs his head, swirls his tongue around the slit of his arousal, but the motions of it are slow for the moment. Theres an urgency to get it done, but he's also trying to make the point that yes, of course it's fine. That even if it's just the chemicals, Minato is allowed to take what he needs or wants in turn too. This is a two-way street, after all. ]
[ A hand curves around his hip, his waist -- so that's a yes, isn't it?
Minato's hand slides from Kazuya's cheek to his shoulder, searching for something to truly cling onto for proper purchase, now that Kazuya's truly working at him in earnest. They're slow, languid, taking his time in allowing Minato to savor each sensation. Somehow, that leisurely pace is even more intense than if Kazuya were to relentlessly drag him over the edge, and maybe that's why his fingers dig into Kazuya's arm, head tipping back with a sharp gasp as ecstasy floods his senses all at once.
It's wholly unexpected, a dam suddenly bursting through as climax hits him in spite of the slowed pace. It's why he's wide-eyed, irises tinged with sudden fear as he feels the last of it spilling into Kazuya's mouth. He likely tastes different too, as his body releases traces of the processed toxins plaguing his system. ]
Sorry, I -- I didn't think --
[ Usually, he'd at least be able to slip in a warning, to let the other person pull off if they didn't want to be surprised by a mouthful of his own spend. But addled as he was, the sensation rolled through him all at once, without any true warning signs. Perhaps that's why, even after all the endorphins have fizzled out, he still finds himself half hard against Kazuya's tongue.
That's... not what usually happened. On the other hand, most of the chill from before seems to have abated, but it's rapidly returning, ice settling back into his veins. ]
[ There's no sign this time that Minato is about to hit his peak. No warning, no tell-tale quiver of his body. His cock simply throbs in his mouth, and then releases, filling it almost faster than he can swallow down. It's surprising, but Kazuya manages, swallowing every last drop without spilling any.
But he does pull off earlier than intended, sucking in a breath before laughing a little. ]
It's alright. Don't worry about it. But-
[ A hand moves, pumping the spit slicked arousal, still half hard and eager. ]
Not enough, huh? Should have done something sooner, I guess.
[ He licks his lips, pulling himself up to grant Minato a kiss, full of affection and adoration. ]
[ The words Kazuya offers are gentle reassurances. Minato nods a bit as his companion insists all is well. If that's the case, he'll trust that Kazuya hadn't minded him abruptly finishing. In fact, Kazuya's already returned to tend to him once again, hand pumping at his arousal that's yet to be satiated. Already, liquid arousal begins to bead at his tip, leaving Minato swallowing with want. ]
I don't know. I -- maybe?
[ It's... certainly unusual, given his completely average stamina. And considering how he still felt a little off -- ]
Something still feels wrong...
[ But before he can dwell too long on his own physical condition, Kazuya hauls himself up to plant a warm kiss upon his lips. Heat immediately rolls through his body, starting from the point where the two of them connected, cascading all the way down his arms and legs. Minato sighs beneath him before gently nuzzling, equally affectionate, at Kazuya's cheek.
Something still felt wrong, but having Kazuya close to him makes that uncomfortable sensation abate. ]
...yeah, can we?
[ It doesn't matter to him what it is, so long as Kazuya will be there too. ]
[But first, he has to plant a few kisses against Minato, his lips, his cheek, jawline and throat. Lavish him with affection and attention now, work heat into his body so that it's enough to fend off the cold when he has to move.
His hand keeps pumping him, yes, but his other hand suddenly finds itself full with a bottle. This isn't his room, and he doesn't feel like pulling away to search for what he's sure is around somewhere anyway.
Besides, he only needs one hand to deftly coat his fingers with a few pumps from the bottle. A few shifts, where Kazuya never pulls away for more than a second, and Minato's leg is up above his shoulder again, and slick fingers tease at his entrance.]
Gonna move you after I prep you. I'll make sure you're looked after.
[He says, voice low and heated against Minato's skin that's seemingly desperately trying to chill itself despite the heat that Kazuya's body brings to it.]
[ Each kiss against every body part sends a fresh wave of warmth rolling through Minato's body, akin to the gentle ebb and flow of moonlit tides. A quiet whine slips past him as soft lips press against his throat, vocal cords humming as Kazuya plants a kiss against them.
Each pump of Kazuya's hand sends more blood rushing southward, keeping his pulse at that faster tempo. He slips into a daze beneath Kazuya's hands, only blinking back into focus as he feels Kazuya shift a leg above his shoulder. Was this the "something different" that Kazuya wished to grant him?
Cold, slick fingers brush against his entrance, leaving Minato gasping at the new sensation. In spite of the temperature of the cool fingers, they still send another pulse of heat rolling through his body.
He nods his response, willing himself to relax for what will surely follow. It's still far from a familiar sensation, still so novel in spite of the handful of months he'd already spent at the resort. And maybe that's why he's left concentrating on opening himself to Kazuya, one hand snaking up to cling to Kazuya's arm. ]
[Minato is pliant, eager under his hands. The hand that grips his arm makes him pull away, pull back enough just so he can lace their fingers together and push that hand against the bed.
He probably doesn't need the leverage to open him up, with how eager he is and with how he's already adjusting himself for him. It's helpful, and maybe as Kazuya looks at Minato, flushed, eager, pressed lightly against the bed like this with an outfit that frames him in all the best ways, Kazuya gets people who are into uniforms. It hides just enough, reveals just enough, and that flush of Minato's travels down past the collar of the uniform.]
Cute...
[He mumbles, softly.
A gentle push, and he presses two fingers inside. Slowly working past the first knuckle, the second. All important to stretch him to prepare him for something bigger, more insistent than the crooks of his fingers.]
[ As soon as he senses Kazuya pulling away, the fingers grasping at Kazuya's arm reach for him more desperately. But then Kazuya returns, lacing their fingers together before easing that hand back against the sheets. His own fingers wrap tightly around Kazuya's hand; this is better, now that he thinks about it, to feel themselves interlock at that single point.
And Kazuya is right as well, that the maid uniform does appear to be custom tailored to Minato's body, the cloth sitting against his form at just the correct angles, the freshly-ironed outfit getting increasingly creased and rumpled. The long sleeves still cling to his arms, and the conservative collar leaves everything to Kazuya's imagination, to see within his own mind's eye what he might find beneath those buttons.
Perhaps there is something to be said by the conservative upper half of the uniform paired with a now-wrinkled skirt pushed all the way up to his hips.
"Cute," says Kazuya, which leaves Minato swallowing thickly, arousal straining even further against the skirt bunched just above his thighs. There's the unintentional flutter as well around Kazuya's fingers from the combination of the compliment and the realization of Kazuya taking special care to stretch him properly. And Minato remembers, too, just how big Kazuya was. But that was the point of this careful preparation, which only sends even more warmth washing over him. The care and meticulousness -- it sends a fresh wave of warmth through Minato. ]
[A gentle squeeze to Minato's hand is what happens as Kazuya laments that he can't touch him like that, to take care of his sorely neglected arousal with both hands busy. A soft exhale of disappointment sneaks it's way past his lips, but he tells himself that it'll be alright. That this will all change once Minato has been stretched sufficiently.
For now, his affection finds itself placed on the inside of his thigh as he turns his head, peppering kisses and soft bites to the tender flesh there. Always, he's always careful about leaving marks. The last thing he wants is to bite too hard, to break skin or cause pain in some unwanted way, and so his teeth are light as they pinch. The most they'll leave is slight red marks that will fade in a few seconds.
All of this while he keeps a close eye on Minato through the corner of his gaze. The way the ruffled skirt falls in the crease of his thigh, the way it's bunched up around and tented by his arousal. Just how messy Minato looks, from it all.
He wants to consume him.
He will consume him, eventually.
Slender fingers continue to scissor and pump into him, until the motion slows and instead Kazuya crooks them inside the other, testing, searching for something to tide him over on the pleasure front for the moment, until Kazuya feels comfortable enough to take him.]
[ There's a light pinch on the inside of his thigh, a gentle nip that sends a shiver rolling through him. There's a sharp gasp from him as well, toes curling with a new wave of heady pleasure.
That wave is suddenly amplified tenfold as Kazuya crooks his fingers, pressing against that very same spot he'd once introduced to Minato. It pries a whimper from him, his back arching off the sheets, twisting ever so slightly to the side as lightning-hot pleasure is injected into his veins. His head falls sideways as well in an open-mouth pant, fingers squeezing Kazuya's hand like a vice. The leg over Kazuya's shoulder curves further over its slope, allowing him to dig his heel into Kazuya's back. ]
Kazuya --
[ Minato calls out, breathy, eyes glazing over in a picture of debauchery, the fact that he still remains clothed only adding to the hedonism of the image spread below Kazuya. Rose blush dusts high across cheekbones, lashes damp with crystalline beads, as every second of preparation intertwines itself with drowning him further in the throes of pleasure.
It's good; it's better, so much better than the last time Kazuya had done this for him. ]
[He breathes out, breath hot and damp against Minato's skin as he watches him. Everything is perfect here. Perfect like this. He wants to capture it in his minds eye, hold it with him for eternity. His fingers move again, this time pressing a little more firmly on that spot inside Minato as he swallows down the image, throat bobbing against the place he'd just bitten.]
Say my name like that. Again.
[He wants to hear it. Wants to treasure that little note. For some reason it brings to mind music, the primal common tongue, and it's entrancing. Intriguing.
Part of him wonders if by swallowing down Minato's spend that maybe he'd somehow gotten infected secondarily by the pollen. There's no way this is him, right? He would like to think he has a little more control over himself than this, whatever this is.]
[ "Again," says Kazuya, even though he truly doesn't need to make that command. The fingers pressing against that same spot more intentionally have, essentially, the same effect as those very instructions. They're merciless against the spot that has Minato crying out, eyes screwing shut with his head tipped back, exposing the column of his pale neck when it sends another wave of white-hot pleasure crashing over him. ]
Kazuya, Kazuya --
[ He sings out twice this time, breathless and in between desperate gasps for air. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath the layers of his dress, fingers grasping onto Kazuya's hand more firmly. The leg hooked over Kazuya's shoulder shudders alongside the rest of his body, the tent against the front of his dress growing ever more prominent.
However many more times Kazuya wished to hear his name, Minato is more than eager to oblige. At this rate, it's futile to resist doing so, leaving him spiraling even further into sensations solely offered by Kazuya in this moment. ]
[A noise escapes his throat, not quite a groan, not quite a whine, and he shuts his eyes tight. Even still, the image of Minato as dishevelled as he is, as ruined as he is, is seared into the backs of his eyelids. Another gentle nip, a few more motions of his hand before he can't take it anymore. Before he needs to move him, to get him in the position that he wants him in.
Kazuya exhales again, withdraws his fingers slowly when he's satisfied that this is enough. Uses his new leverage to lean forward and kiss Minato like he's starving, more and more, again and again. He can't stop he's so hungry.]
I need you to move. To lay on your stomach-
[Another hot, breathy exhale, this time against Minato's lips.]
[ The sound from Kazuya's throat strikes Minato like lightning, sending that same searing pleasure coursing through his veins again. He dares not open his eyes, afraid that witnessing the delight on the other's face might unintentionally result in him losing his grip on himself.
But then Kazuya's moving again, and Minato feels his fingers slowly retreating, leaving him with a distinct sense of emptiness. It feels strange, maybe even wrong to be without them. The kiss pressed against his lips offers a tempting distraction, something to latch onto instead of the sensation of those missing fingers.
So he nods, eyes finally fluttering open, irises glazed over and dazed as Kazuya whispers against his lips. Minato nevertheless manages to push himself up, leg sliding off Kazuya's shoulder so he can comply with his new instructions. He crawls towards the edge of the bed, sliding off and lowering his still-clothed torso onto the bed, legs slightly bent and feet apart just enough to comfortably lie on the mattress.
He glances over his shoulder, hesitant in his search for approval. ]
[Another sight that will be burnt into his memory. Minato looking back at him, bent like he is, flushed like he is. That needy, heated gaze over his shoulder makes Kazuya's stomach do far too eager flips, makes his own arousal pulse with need, still trapped in the confines of his pants.
Pants he needs to get off, because they're too tight, and it's too much to just stare while not doing anything other than appreciating him. His boxers are quickly shoved down and kicked aside as he grabs the bottle again, coats himself with a shaky breath.]
You look so good.
[And he's going to feel even better. He knows this. One hand rubs soothingly through the cloth at the small of Minato's back, the other one hikes the hem of that skirt up, just enough to reveal everything, and Kazuya has to screw his eyes shut tightly, taking himself in hand as he spreads him, pushes into him slowly, and hisses from the warm, sweltering heat starting to engulf him entirely.
For someone whose limbs felt so cold, did Minato know about the heat in his core?]
[ The compliment sends heat traveling straight to his arousal again, pressed up against the edge of the bed. It's still perplexing to think that any of these comments could be specially selected for him, but given that they're the only ones within the confines of the trailer, it must be so.
A gentle hand rubs reassuring circles at the small of his back, just below the increasingly loose knot of the white apron. While it started secure, it's gradually unwound over the course of him writhing against the sheets. Minato exhales long and slow, turning to face forward again, arms folded on top of the mattress. He rests his chin on top of them, taking a breath to release the wound-up tension from anticipation.
There's no need to wait particularly long, not when he can feel Kazuya rolling the skirt up to start easing himself in. Minato has to move his arms, forehead pressed against the sheets as he clings onto them. A tremor passes through his body, legs nearly giving out from the searing heat of being so thoroughly filled. There's the slight burn too as his body stretches to accommodate Kazuya, a quiet whine and a gasp as his companion sinks deeper into him.
The last time, he'd been the one to control how Kazuya breached him from behind. It's... different, being bent over this way, unable to see or have any physical means of making it go slower or faster. Maybe that's why Kazuya feels even bigger this time, deprived as Minato is from any way of telling how much more he had to fit. ]
...is it in?
[ There's a slight tremor to his voice, heart pounding over that particular unknown. But Kazuya's been so kind thus far, and that has Minato doing his best to relax, to coax his own body into accepting even more of his companion. ]
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It's lace adorned with bows; could be much worse when it comes to comfort, as far as Minato can tell. It hides nothing to the imagination, his arousal already straining against the front of it.
Kazuya's lips return to pepper more kisses along the seam of the undergarment, drawing a quiet whine from Minato's lips. ]
I forgot to tell you... The costume department -- they... didn't just pick out the dress,
[ Minato swallows, thighs twitching a bit as he recalls exactly the type of underwear they'd handed to him. ]
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[His warm breath cascades against the crux of Minato's thigh as he gives a short chuckle, fingers moving to hook just under the hem of the lacy underwear. He doesn't pull down just yet, though. Instead he traces the shape of him with his mouth through the fabric.
No, he can't really see Minato making the choice to put this on of his own accord, but it's... Nice, he supposes? He looks cute in it, fills it out nicely and makes him a pretty present to unwrap.
At least this way Minato won't have to run around in a ruined outfit after this. Not much point in taking the whole thing off for just a blowjob, right?]
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A moan catches in his throat as Kazuya mouths at his clothed length. The thin barrier of fabric does nothing to partition him off from Kazuya's lips. ]
I think -- it's... not bad, if the other person likes it.
[ More heat rises into his cheeks as he spreads his legs even further, knees bent and feet flat against the mattress to offer more space to Kazuya, to coax him in even further.
And everything Kazuya lavishes on Minato seems to be working, no longer trembling from the cold. Instead, each shudder that rolls down his spine is accompanied a needy keen. ]
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[Said against his arousal as he finally tugs the fabric downward to free his heated length. One hand cradles the side as he presses heated kisses along it, letting the heat from it travel down his lips to his stomach where it starts to simmer slowly.
The noises that Minato makes help it along, feeding more fuel to that slowly growing fire. A brief glance upwards catches sight of reddened cheeks, a deep flush on his face that travels just down to his throat. Surely he must be feeling a little warmer now then, right? Kazuya's tongue peaks out just slightly, running across the tip slowly, savouring the taste of him.]
It's a cute look on you.
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Is that --
[ "so," would be the final syllable, but it dies on Minato's tongue when Kazuya runs his tongue across him. The word never makes it past a gasp as Minato's head falls to the side, panting against a plush pillow. Every offered touch is amplified, even without being able to see past the fabric bunched at his waist. ]
I think -- it's working...?
[ Or at least, he can his feel his body temperature slowly starting rise, all in proportion to the heat that starts to coil within his stomach. Otherwise, perhaps it's that Kazuya offers a distraction from the uncomfortable cold that settled into his bones. ]
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[ And there is relief in bis tone, that his theory was right. Of course it is in this place. There was only one way it was ever going to end.
Which means he should be giving it his all now, if he wants Minato to have some relief from that frigid chill that had run through him. Hopefully the heat from his mouth can help with that, because Kazuya stops teasing.
He wants Minato to be comfortable again. He wants him to be warm. Breathless. Boneless.
Soft lips wrap first around the aching head of his arousal before slipping more and more of it into his mouth, cushioned and pillowed by his tongue welcoming every last inch inside where he sucks gently. He remembers, how quickly Minato had come undone last time he'd taken him to the root. It's what he strives for now too. ]
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Kazuya --
[ It's different this time, being taken like this atop a plush bed instead of that empty hall. And maybe Kazuya's mouth feels even better given that he wholeheartedly trusts Kazuya to help him through what ailed him. Or -- perhaps it's merely a side effect of the pollen, amplifying and magnifying his sensitivity.
It seems it won't take long at all. The question then, perhaps, is whether this will truly suffice to flush what was coursing through his system. ]
It's -- it's warm, it's -- good,
[ His other hand reaches down in search of Kazuya's tresses, fingers threading affectionately through them. ]
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And yet- It's the tender motion of those fingers in his hair that surprise him the most. Maybe it shouldn't, because it seems like Minato has slowly started to take a liking to him, something much more intense than what they'd shared initially in that hallway their first meeting.
One hand moves, to rub at his thigh while the other moves to catch Minato's wrist. He tests the waters, lowering it to the side of his face as he sucks on him. Something a little more intimate, because he tilts his head just a little, using his own to press it against his cheek as he rubs into it just a little.
And then lets go, just to see if he'll keep his hand there, or if he'll move it back.]
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Minato blinks, flushing a deeper shade of red as the pulse in his wrist thrums against Kazuya's skin. This is... nice? It's another horizon, another direct point of contact between the two of them, another means for him to hungrily seek Kazuya's own body heat. So his hand stays there, cradling Kazuya's cheek in a palm. ]
Is this -- is this okay?
[ He manages to squeeze those words out, but not before throbbing within Kazuya's mouth upon hearing the breathy and hoarse quality behind his own words, voice completely run ragged with arousal. Even if the purpose of their current act was to relieve him of a mysterious ailment, that didn't necessarily mean the moment had to be devoid of any emotion, deprived of any form of passion.
But on the other hand, could the desire for an even deeper connection with Kazuya simply be a side effect of chemicals coursing through his veins? ]
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Maybe he can't say it directly right now, but he can show it. The hand that had let go of his moves up his thigh, fingers curling gently against the expanse of skin as he hits his hip. His waist. All in the effort to touch him, to feel him as much as he can.
Sure, of course he bobs his head, swirls his tongue around the slit of his arousal, but the motions of it are slow for the moment. Theres an urgency to get it done, but he's also trying to make the point that yes, of course it's fine. That even if it's just the chemicals, Minato is allowed to take what he needs or wants in turn too. This is a two-way street, after all. ]
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Minato's hand slides from Kazuya's cheek to his shoulder, searching for something to truly cling onto for proper purchase, now that Kazuya's truly working at him in earnest. They're slow, languid, taking his time in allowing Minato to savor each sensation. Somehow, that leisurely pace is even more intense than if Kazuya were to relentlessly drag him over the edge, and maybe that's why his fingers dig into Kazuya's arm, head tipping back with a sharp gasp as ecstasy floods his senses all at once.
It's wholly unexpected, a dam suddenly bursting through as climax hits him in spite of the slowed pace. It's why he's wide-eyed, irises tinged with sudden fear as he feels the last of it spilling into Kazuya's mouth. He likely tastes different too, as his body releases traces of the processed toxins plaguing his system. ]
Sorry, I -- I didn't think --
[ Usually, he'd at least be able to slip in a warning, to let the other person pull off if they didn't want to be surprised by a mouthful of his own spend. But addled as he was, the sensation rolled through him all at once, without any true warning signs. Perhaps that's why, even after all the endorphins have fizzled out, he still finds himself half hard against Kazuya's tongue.
That's... not what usually happened. On the other hand, most of the chill from before seems to have abated, but it's rapidly returning, ice settling back into his veins. ]
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But he does pull off earlier than intended, sucking in a breath before laughing a little. ]
It's alright. Don't worry about it. But-
[ A hand moves, pumping the spit slicked arousal, still half hard and eager. ]
Not enough, huh? Should have done something sooner, I guess.
[ He licks his lips, pulling himself up to grant Minato a kiss, full of affection and adoration. ]
Want something different this time?
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I don't know. I -- maybe?
[ It's... certainly unusual, given his completely average stamina. And considering how he still felt a little off -- ]
Something still feels wrong...
[ But before he can dwell too long on his own physical condition, Kazuya hauls himself up to plant a warm kiss upon his lips. Heat immediately rolls through his body, starting from the point where the two of them connected, cascading all the way down his arms and legs. Minato sighs beneath him before gently nuzzling, equally affectionate, at Kazuya's cheek.
Something still felt wrong, but having Kazuya close to him makes that uncomfortable sensation abate. ]
...yeah, can we?
[ It doesn't matter to him what it is, so long as Kazuya will be there too. ]
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[But first, he has to plant a few kisses against Minato, his lips, his cheek, jawline and throat. Lavish him with affection and attention now, work heat into his body so that it's enough to fend off the cold when he has to move.
His hand keeps pumping him, yes, but his other hand suddenly finds itself full with a bottle. This isn't his room, and he doesn't feel like pulling away to search for what he's sure is around somewhere anyway.
Besides, he only needs one hand to deftly coat his fingers with a few pumps from the bottle. A few shifts, where Kazuya never pulls away for more than a second, and Minato's leg is up above his shoulder again, and slick fingers tease at his entrance.]
Gonna move you after I prep you. I'll make sure you're looked after.
[He says, voice low and heated against Minato's skin that's seemingly desperately trying to chill itself despite the heat that Kazuya's body brings to it.]
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Each pump of Kazuya's hand sends more blood rushing southward, keeping his pulse at that faster tempo. He slips into a daze beneath Kazuya's hands, only blinking back into focus as he feels Kazuya shift a leg above his shoulder. Was this the "something different" that Kazuya wished to grant him?
Cold, slick fingers brush against his entrance, leaving Minato gasping at the new sensation. In spite of the temperature of the cool fingers, they still send another pulse of heat rolling through his body.
He nods his response, willing himself to relax for what will surely follow. It's still far from a familiar sensation, still so novel in spite of the handful of months he'd already spent at the resort. And maybe that's why he's left concentrating on opening himself to Kazuya, one hand snaking up to cling to Kazuya's arm. ]
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He probably doesn't need the leverage to open him up, with how eager he is and with how he's already adjusting himself for him. It's helpful, and maybe as Kazuya looks at Minato, flushed, eager, pressed lightly against the bed like this with an outfit that frames him in all the best ways, Kazuya gets people who are into uniforms. It hides just enough, reveals just enough, and that flush of Minato's travels down past the collar of the uniform.]
Cute...
[He mumbles, softly.
A gentle push, and he presses two fingers inside. Slowly working past the first knuckle, the second. All important to stretch him to prepare him for something bigger, more insistent than the crooks of his fingers.]
Very... Very cute.
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And Kazuya is right as well, that the maid uniform does appear to be custom tailored to Minato's body, the cloth sitting against his form at just the correct angles, the freshly-ironed outfit getting increasingly creased and rumpled. The long sleeves still cling to his arms, and the conservative collar leaves everything to Kazuya's imagination, to see within his own mind's eye what he might find beneath those buttons.
Perhaps there is something to be said by the conservative upper half of the uniform paired with a now-wrinkled skirt pushed all the way up to his hips.
"Cute," says Kazuya, which leaves Minato swallowing thickly, arousal straining even further against the skirt bunched just above his thighs. There's the unintentional flutter as well around Kazuya's fingers from the combination of the compliment and the realization of Kazuya taking special care to stretch him properly. And Minato remembers, too, just how big Kazuya was. But that was the point of this careful preparation, which only sends even more warmth washing over him. The care and meticulousness -- it sends a fresh wave of warmth through Minato. ]
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For now, his affection finds itself placed on the inside of his thigh as he turns his head, peppering kisses and soft bites to the tender flesh there. Always, he's always careful about leaving marks. The last thing he wants is to bite too hard, to break skin or cause pain in some unwanted way, and so his teeth are light as they pinch. The most they'll leave is slight red marks that will fade in a few seconds.
All of this while he keeps a close eye on Minato through the corner of his gaze. The way the ruffled skirt falls in the crease of his thigh, the way it's bunched up around and tented by his arousal. Just how messy Minato looks, from it all.
He wants to consume him.
He will consume him, eventually.
Slender fingers continue to scissor and pump into him, until the motion slows and instead Kazuya crooks them inside the other, testing, searching for something to tide him over on the pleasure front for the moment, until Kazuya feels comfortable enough to take him.]
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That wave is suddenly amplified tenfold as Kazuya crooks his fingers, pressing against that very same spot he'd once introduced to Minato. It pries a whimper from him, his back arching off the sheets, twisting ever so slightly to the side as lightning-hot pleasure is injected into his veins. His head falls sideways as well in an open-mouth pant, fingers squeezing Kazuya's hand like a vice. The leg over Kazuya's shoulder curves further over its slope, allowing him to dig his heel into Kazuya's back. ]
Kazuya --
[ Minato calls out, breathy, eyes glazing over in a picture of debauchery, the fact that he still remains clothed only adding to the hedonism of the image spread below Kazuya. Rose blush dusts high across cheekbones, lashes damp with crystalline beads, as every second of preparation intertwines itself with drowning him further in the throes of pleasure.
It's good; it's better, so much better than the last time Kazuya had done this for him. ]
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[He breathes out, breath hot and damp against Minato's skin as he watches him. Everything is perfect here. Perfect like this. He wants to capture it in his minds eye, hold it with him for eternity. His fingers move again, this time pressing a little more firmly on that spot inside Minato as he swallows down the image, throat bobbing against the place he'd just bitten.]
Say my name like that. Again.
[He wants to hear it. Wants to treasure that little note. For some reason it brings to mind music, the primal common tongue, and it's entrancing. Intriguing.
Part of him wonders if by swallowing down Minato's spend that maybe he'd somehow gotten infected secondarily by the pollen. There's no way this is him, right? He would like to think he has a little more control over himself than this, whatever this is.]
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Kazuya, Kazuya --
[ He sings out twice this time, breathless and in between desperate gasps for air. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath the layers of his dress, fingers grasping onto Kazuya's hand more firmly. The leg hooked over Kazuya's shoulder shudders alongside the rest of his body, the tent against the front of his dress growing ever more prominent.
However many more times Kazuya wished to hear his name, Minato is more than eager to oblige. At this rate, it's futile to resist doing so, leaving him spiraling even further into sensations solely offered by Kazuya in this moment. ]
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Kazuya exhales again, withdraws his fingers slowly when he's satisfied that this is enough. Uses his new leverage to lean forward and kiss Minato like he's starving, more and more, again and again. He can't stop he's so hungry.]
I need you to move. To lay on your stomach-
[Another hot, breathy exhale, this time against Minato's lips.]
Bent over the bed. Alright?
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But then Kazuya's moving again, and Minato feels his fingers slowly retreating, leaving him with a distinct sense of emptiness. It feels strange, maybe even wrong to be without them. The kiss pressed against his lips offers a tempting distraction, something to latch onto instead of the sensation of those missing fingers.
So he nods, eyes finally fluttering open, irises glazed over and dazed as Kazuya whispers against his lips. Minato nevertheless manages to push himself up, leg sliding off Kazuya's shoulder so he can comply with his new instructions. He crawls towards the edge of the bed, sliding off and lowering his still-clothed torso onto the bed, legs slightly bent and feet apart just enough to comfortably lie on the mattress.
He glances over his shoulder, hesitant in his search for approval. ]
...like this?
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[Another sight that will be burnt into his memory. Minato looking back at him, bent like he is, flushed like he is. That needy, heated gaze over his shoulder makes Kazuya's stomach do far too eager flips, makes his own arousal pulse with need, still trapped in the confines of his pants.
Pants he needs to get off, because they're too tight, and it's too much to just stare while not doing anything other than appreciating him. His boxers are quickly shoved down and kicked aside as he grabs the bottle again, coats himself with a shaky breath.]
You look so good.
[And he's going to feel even better. He knows this. One hand rubs soothingly through the cloth at the small of Minato's back, the other one hikes the hem of that skirt up, just enough to reveal everything, and Kazuya has to screw his eyes shut tightly, taking himself in hand as he spreads him, pushes into him slowly, and hisses from the warm, sweltering heat starting to engulf him entirely.
For someone whose limbs felt so cold, did Minato know about the heat in his core?]
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A gentle hand rubs reassuring circles at the small of his back, just below the increasingly loose knot of the white apron. While it started secure, it's gradually unwound over the course of him writhing against the sheets. Minato exhales long and slow, turning to face forward again, arms folded on top of the mattress. He rests his chin on top of them, taking a breath to release the wound-up tension from anticipation.
There's no need to wait particularly long, not when he can feel Kazuya rolling the skirt up to start easing himself in. Minato has to move his arms, forehead pressed against the sheets as he clings onto them. A tremor passes through his body, legs nearly giving out from the searing heat of being so thoroughly filled. There's the slight burn too as his body stretches to accommodate Kazuya, a quiet whine and a gasp as his companion sinks deeper into him.
The last time, he'd been the one to control how Kazuya breached him from behind. It's... different, being bent over this way, unable to see or have any physical means of making it go slower or faster. Maybe that's why Kazuya feels even bigger this time, deprived as Minato is from any way of telling how much more he had to fit. ]
...is it in?
[ There's a slight tremor to his voice, heart pounding over that particular unknown. But Kazuya's been so kind thus far, and that has Minato doing his best to relax, to coax his own body into accepting even more of his companion. ]
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im just gonna wrap this here... there as aftercare the end