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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.
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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
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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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[ There's no way that person Minato had come to know, deep within the maintenance level's tunnels, could be a terrible person. He'd seen for himself the way Scott tried to be kind, tried to comfort him in his own ways about his personal loss.
Slowly but surely, he can feel the apron's sash begin to give. The knot at the back falls away, both ends of the apron coming loose and resting behind Minato. So he turns around and dips his head a bit, waiting for Scott to lift the apron over his head. Once that's gone, he'll thankfully just be left in the dress itself. ]
...are you doing okay?
[ There's no reason why Scott had to help Minato change fully before Minato returned the favor. ]
It's probably faster to take yours off first.
[ Unless his crotch was magically un-stuck between the time they'd bumped into each other and now... ]
[With fingers sliding underneath the apron, he eases it above Minato's head until the garment is fully free. There's still that more careful pull, unlike the headdress, although Scott doesn't fully pull away from that behavior, because he also just tosses the apron over his shoulder and clearly not caring about where it hands. It's fine!!]
Huh? [Oh, his own outfit. Yeah. Scott can't help but glance down the length of his body at the question, and it's not like anything has changed, it sure is still sticking to him like a second skin. But he still shakes his head, a small smile lifting at the corner of his mouth.]
Maybe, but it's okay. We're already working on you. I promise that I can endure this for a few minutes longer. [...] Besides, it's just the dress part left, right?
[ The apron flutters in the air, landing right on top of the headpiece. At least they have each other now... ]
All right.
[ If Scott insists... Maybe he's just gotten used to the way the spandex was hugging his crotch. ]
Yeah. There might be another layer underneath the dress, but I think that's it.
[ It is, in fact, not it. Maybe there's an extra surprise underneath just for Scott, but it's one that Minato's not about to comment on. One does not simply just ask a bro to help remove some lacy underwear.
Another layer? Like another thin blouse? Or one of those corsets?
[Although as Scott asks that question, he feels emboldened enough to keep going, the mutant focused on the zipper at the top of Minato's top half and pulling it down all the way to the skirt, so that he can help start loosening the cloth from his friend. Hm, he doesn't see another layer, at least not around his upper half, but Scott doesn't really think about it too hard, still focused on helping him out of the dress.]
So far so good... [He mumbles to himself, as he helps to slide off the blouse off his shoulders, revealing most of his back to him. And. Um. He looks kind of good like this?? He doesn't know how to explain it. Like all that cloth finally getting out of the way to reveal his skin.]
[ It's a definite contrast: the dark gray fabric of the dress parting down Minato's back, zipper framing the milky white of his skin. ]
...no, it's fine. Don't worry about it.
[ Honestly, just getting out of the stuffy dress is probably good enough. He can deal with whatever lies beneath the skirt, satisfied with at least getting to relieve himself from the layers wrapping his upper half. Having his back exposed helps let off some of that unnecessary warmth, so he sighs, lungs expanding as that very same back facing Scott rises and falls with each breath. ]
Thanks, it's a lot cooler like this...
[ In fact, if Scott were to lay a hand on him, he'd be able to feel how warm Minato's usually-chilled skin felt. ]
[Scott doesn't question Minato's comment, mostly because he's still distracted by the way his friend's back flexes and shifts, fully visible without that cloth hiding everything from view. What was his thought earlier? That Minato looks good? Yeah. That comes back to his mind once more, unable to stop himself from placing a hand against the small of his back to feel his skin.]
Better?
[He mumbles softly, not quite stroking his skin, but still keeping the warm pads of his fingertips pressed against him. Almost like he's memorizing this simple contact. Scott's honestly physically affectionate with the people that he likes, not that he would wholly admit it. But Minato's become someone he's grown closer to, especially after the stuff with the tunnels. Nothing like trauma to bring people together--]
[ Warm fingertips settle against Minato's skin. He glances over a shoulder to look over at Scott with muted curiosity. ]
Yeah. A lot better.
[ It's hard to see the other teen's expression behind his shades, to see where exactly he was looking. Minato cants his head a bit at Scott, assessing his current company's demeanor. Scott seems... lost in thought? As though he were concentrating on the sensation of fingertips against his back? ]
His eyes flicker from behind his shades, those more nuanced expressions hidden from the world, but he sill reacts in more obvious ways. There's a deep swallow as his Adam's apple bobs, before he continues to trail his fingers down Minato's back until they reach the hem of the skirt that's still clinging to a trim waist. He spreads his fingers, feeling along the curve of the material and mainly tracing the skin in it, before he settles on the other teen's hips.]
Do you like this?
[He's asking about touching Minato, right? Not him being in a dress... but he also doesn't clarify.]
[ Scott's fingers trail featherlight against skin until they come to perch upon his hips. The physical contact isn't bad, and he doesn't quite mind settling and shaping himself according to the other teen's palm. If he's curious, Minato doesn't mind allowing to explore, to sate that inquisitive drive.
...considering where Scott's hands have settled, and how he was tracing over his back, Minato interprets the question more intimately: ]
It's fine.
[ He rarely "likes" anything at all. ]
It's not bad.
[ ...but if Scott intends on freeing even more skin from the dress, then perhaps there's something he should know. ]
...by the way, don't worry about what's underneath.
[Some light sarcasm enters his voice, his fingers stalling on Minato's hips and not quite continuing their initial intention. At least he hasn't said he disliked any of this so far? So, this is okay, right? He runs circular motions along his skin, almost massaging, different thoughts poking at his mind on what to do next, when he hears Minato.
And.
Uh. What does that supposed to mean? An arched eyebrow is sent at Minato's back and in a way, he wants to just meet whatever is underneath Minato's dress head on. He'll let himself worry-- deal with whatever is there.]
I'll handle it. Besides, I told you that I was going to remove this outfit for you. [And so he grips the zipper at the top of that long skirt, his fingers determined and firm as he starts pulling it down...]
[ Circular motions massaged into his skin is different from fingertips trailing down his back. This, in particular, actually does feel nice, expressed by the slow exhale Scott can likely feel against his thumbs. ]
That's fine too, then. Do what you want.
[ Suit yourself, Minato thinks to himself as Scott tugs at the zipper. It slides down, fabric parting to reveal the beginnings of white lace, slightly sheer to make a hint of pale skin underneath visible. A floral pattern is stitched into it, all the way up to the undergarment's waistband.
This, perhaps, was the purpose behind Minato's earlier warning. Blessedly, his back is turned to avoid unintentionally subjecting Scott to the sight of him wrapped in sheer lace. ]
['Do what he wants,' huh? Fine, okay, and what he wants is to help Minato out of this dress as he said earlier.
He doesn't know what to really expect as he pulls down that final zipper that's been keeping that long skirt wrapped around Minato's hips. Just his friend's underwear?? probably?? Like sure, he's naked underneath his uniform, but that's because the material is clinging to him like a second skin. The maid dress is nearly the opposite of that, flowy and allowing Minato to move around without feeling said material rub right against his thighs and dick.
So, he wasn't really expecting anything too much, despite Minato's warnings.
...He definitely wasn't expecting to see the beginning of white lace hug around his hips, the material sheer enough to see the hint of his skin right underneath. He was not expecting to put together the fact that Minato is wearing panties.]
Oh my god.
[His cheeks burn bright red, immediately, fingers stalling because the revelation is hitting him like a ton of bricks. And coming back to hit him again as it returns.]
It's lace. [Scott isn't sure how he's going to explain himself when his hand just continues to unzip the skirt, not stopping until it curves over Minato's behind and reaches the end to fully reveal the way the floral pattern is framing his backside-- sheer in all the right places without leaving much to the imagination.]
[ Well. Minato thinks he warned Scott adequately, even if he was a little roundabout in how he got it done. But also, "oh my god"? Really? ]
Yeah. I think so.
[ It sure is lace. Minato can't see Scott's red face while his back is turned, so he opens his mouth to start saying something, to reassure Scott that he didn't need to remove the lace undergarment. But then the zipper keeps going, leaving Minato to feel even more of the skirt's fabric falling away from his body. ]
...its fine. You can leave it on.
[ Maybe his friend's uncomfortable with seeing him in something like this. And if that's the case, there's no need for Scott to touch it, let alone remove it for him.
...he probably should check on how Scott's doing though. So Minato glances over his shoulder and -- oh. Scott's... red as a tomato. And his sights are set downwards, which means he's --
Minato pushes a short breath from his lungs, amused. ]
[WHAT OF IT MINATO-- not his fault that the other teen somehow looks really good in white lace!! Totally all Minato's fault!!
Also, is he being a smartass at him? Rude. So rude. Scott would normally make a totally awesome and clever comeback, but Minato's still using his powers to keep him distracted. Yeah, that's totally what's going on right now.
His hand's still stopped at the end of the zipper line, the clothing really only needing a gentle push to slide fully off his hips. But he doesn't go that extra step yet, Scott keeping close to that lacy underwear with his fingers hovering a couple inches away. Still staring straight at Minato's ass... until his comment gets the mutant to startle and look back up to an amused look.
So. Uh.]
Yeah, I do.
[The honesty in the answer almost surprises Scott. No stalling or even stammering, just acknowledging that straight out. Maybe a slight push from his suit, how it's just so hard sometimes to keep his inner thoughts to himself. Blurting out shit that normally would take him more confidence to admit out loud.]
Like. You actually look good in this. [...] Do you feel good?
[ He is absolutely being a smartass about it. Scott's honest answer, however, seems to take the wind out of his sails, immediately taking the air from Minato's smartassery. ]
Oh.
[ Wow. Just acknowledging how he feels without any hesitation, huh. The frank response has Minato tearing his gaze away from Scott, turning away for a moment so he doesn't have to look at the other teen.
It's then that he's posed the next question. Did he feel good? ]
...I'm used to people staring at me.
[ He's always been a bit of an oddity, something for others to watch and observe. He's the mysterious transfer student each time he attended a new school, and others often peered at him upon learning about his misfortune.
The way Scott stares at him though -- it's different. He's not being watched like a curiosity or an elusive, endangered animal.
...it's not bad. ]
It's... a little tight, honestly.
[ That's his own fault though, unintentionally getting half-hard from Scott's fingertips roaming over his skin and now his unexpected words of affirmation. It's strange, almost like he was desirable in spite of still being in his own skin, in spite of not crawling into whatever disguise or shape or form was required by another person. ]
[No time to feel awkward about his own honesty when Minato exchange his for his own. 'Used to people staring at me.' Really...? Minato always seemed normal to him.]
The bad kind of staring?
[It felt more like a quiet admittance, like something Minato didn't particularly enjoy, but it's sometimes difficult to read the other teen when he's generally on the more quiet and lowkey side. But it's a question that Scott felt like he needed to ask, because being stared at sucks. Maybe he hasn't dealt with it as much, but he knows Jean and Kurt and they've been considered outcasts in the past.
He looks from the back of Minato's head towards the lace still hugging his hips, and.] I promise this isn't the bad staring.
[As if to make that clear. Though hearing that it's a bit tight and thus probably uncomfortable, Scott reaches to the edges of the skirt to fully push them from his hips and to the ground. Nothing covering or guarding Minato now and Scott places a warm hand against the cloth clinging to his side, before speaking almost softly.]
[ Scott gets a noncommittal hum in response to his question. It doesn't feel as if he needs to offer a definite answer. Scott's already got the gist of it: the bad kind, the sort of staring bordered on scorn, occasionally mixing with pity which just made it feel even worse.
Minato pushes a quiet exhale from his lungs, a small noise of amusement. ]
I know it's not.
[ He can tell, but it's still kind of Scott to offer verbal affirmation. Maybe that's why he can silently accept the fact that the other teen tugs the rest of his skirt down, sending the entire dress pooling in a puddle of cloth at his feet. All that's left is the lace undergarment, something that barely conceals anything thanks to its sheer fabric.
But he moves slowly, turning towards Scott, gaze lowered as he stands so thoroughly exposed before his companion. No longer can he hide the rose in his cheeks or his half-hard arousal. ]
[Not Scott already sounding slightly breathless himself... but he doesn't think he can be blamed as he fully takes in Minato, having nothing else but lace covering his form. And highlighting a certain area, a small note that his friend is already half-hard underneath the fabric and tenting it. In a way, a long time ago, he might've thought this kind of thing as obscene or weird, but those thoughts don't cross his mind-- they're not anywhere present as the mutant finds himself kneeling a bit, getting himself level and closer to the trapped arousal that's not at all hidden despite having cloth over him.
Just white (he thinks it's white) lace keeping him half-secured and it's such a nice sight, something that Scott has a hard time describing himself. He doesn't know why, maybe it's just Minato. Maybe he just likes to see dicks in panties now?? But he stops himself from calling himself a pervert, instead, his eyes flicker up to Minato's for a moment as he reaches one careful hand to trace the edge of the panties-- and avoiding his cock for now.]
[ The nod in response is likely unnecessary; Minato offers it anyways, taking in Scott's own words of approval too. His gaze remains lowered even as Scott kneels before him, the hands at his sides balling into fists.
He's used to others staring at him, watching him like he's some form of a curiosity. What he's not used to, however, is being studied with this level of reverence. Perhaps that's why even more of his blood rushes southward, fueling his brewing arousal as Scott traces the edge of the lace undergarment. ]
Okay. I will.
[ But right now, he can't drum up anything he wouldn't let Scott indulge in, not when he's this hard already and not when Scott's been so gentle with him ever since they'd stepped into this changing room. ]
[A small twitch of that trapped arousal, so close to his fingers. And with that verbal permission...]
Good.
[He answers, eyes directed at his friend's for that singular confirmation before they set back to the mostly hard arousal in front of him. Already curving, his length out and unafraid in front of Scott and he finally starts his exploration, fingers trailing away from the edge of the lace to get closer to Minato's cock-- still not quite touching though. Just memorized, draw in, seeing the material stretched out and maybe wanting to build that anticipation just a little more. He doesn't know how often Minato's been in this state of dress before, but Scott wants to take some time to just appreciate this.
Worshipping is not really the correct word, but there's a certain reverence to his touch as he follows a couple of floral patterns with two fingers-- until they finally meet the bulge that's incessantly pressing against soft material. Taking him in... he really looks pretty like this, huh? It really would be a waste to not touch him. And so he doesn't, starting at the base of Minato's clothed shaft and then slowly tracing his fingers upward along his length, somehow steady even as he reaches underneath his tip, digits settled against the bottom of his glans, before sliding them back down that same path.
Slowly touching, committing this new experience to his mind. He can feel his own crotch tighten against the clinging suit he's wearing, but he doesn't care too much about that right now.]
[ Scott's earnest exploration sends a shudder through Minato, a quiet whine drawn from his lips as the fingers trace along his hardening arousal. There's already a damp spot on the fabric pressed against his head, beads of pre caught within the web of lace.
Scott's own costume's is long forgotten for Minato as well. It's not difficult to put it out of mind, not when the other teen seems far more invested in his current ministrations as opposed to peeling off the suffocating spandex. ]
Scott --
[ He tries to hold still; he truly does. But his hips twitch in spite of his self control, desperately searching for something more than Scott's gentler touch, warm heat rising in his cheeks as well. In spite of standing in nothing but the lacy undergarment, Minato's skin feels as though a fire's alight beneath it. ]
[Quiet reactions, but still fully heard, and a small smile of his own blooms despite himself. It's nice, hearing Minato like this, and it only prompts him to continue tracing that line up and down against his clothed cock, following the visible outline amongst flowery lace.
Minato's hips move and rotate right against his touch, a clear sign that he doesn't need to worry. A quiet little demand to keep going, maybe even push further, and Scott doesn't need him to voice those words. He doesn't need him to beg for it and so his other hand raises up to hold one side, voicelessly telling him that he has him, his fingertips still stroking along his flushed arousal until he leans forward, head tilting just slightly so that he can press his full lips right against lace and heat-- feeling the warmth of Minato's cock through that slim barrier.
Before giving him a light kiss through said lace.]
[ The fingers trailing over him are maddening, leaving him desperate for something more. The little taste of Scott's attention isn't nearly enough to sate the heat that's beginning to coil within his stomach. Thankfully, the other teen seems to get the message, a second hand joining his first one to gently cradle him within a palm, stroking him through the sheer fabric before pressing warm lips against his burgeoning arousal.
Beneath its trappings, Minato's length throbs in response, a clear indication that he's hungry for even more. He reaches out with a hand, bracing himself on Scott's shoulder as he feels the undergarment growing even tighter, pre gathering against the lace and smearing itself against the fabric.
And while he's not necessarily opposed to Scott taking his leisurely time, choosing to be exploratory, Minato can't help but tremble from anticipation. ]
[His eyes shutter closed for a few seconds feeling Minato throb against his mouth. Another minute movement, almost subtle in its reaction, but still enough for Scott especially as he feels his friend place his hand on his shoulder in a way to support himself. It's tempting to just slowly explore, maybe even tease Minato for a long time like this, but with his eyes turning upward and seeing him tremble from just that small ministration, he decides to ease up on him.
With a small nod-- his hand on Minato's side briefly squeezing him in a show of support, he lightly parts his mouth so that he can press and leave a wet trail along the outline of his cock, memorizing and feeling the way lace is covering his growing arousal. It's definitely different, not in a bad way, another note that Scott will just have to accept about himself. Maybe he needs more information-- which is definitely why he follows along that easy path and only stopping just before he reaches that now leaking tip. His eyes flicker to that singular wet spot, eyeing it-- appreciating it, before he finally cuts any delay by opening his lips just enough to cover the entirety of the wet fabric, mouthing that shining spot and exhaling warmly against Minato's covered need.
Really hard for any of this to feel weird when he's enjoying this. When Minato is enjoying it. A flicker of red shines behind his glasses, managing to take one look up at his friend.]
[ The warm and wet trail Scott leaves behind is maddening, drawing a quiet whimper from Minato. Even more blood rushes southward, leaving him straining against the thin lace of the white lingerie, more pre leaking from his tip as Scott mouths at it. The warm breath from each of his exhales is agonizing, forcing out Minato's other hand to rest on Scott's other shoulder.
He bows his head, eyes squeezed shut as he shudders. The attention's far better than receiving none, but the slow and deliberate manner in which Scott is acquainting himself with the shape of him isn't nearly enough to pull Minato closer to the edge. ]
S-- Scott,
[ His knees feel weak as the red flush in his cheeks intensifies with every hot breath of air that cascades over him. Surely Scott intended to take full responsibility for how he'd worked him up like this? To be denied of anything more would be something cruel, would it not? Briefly, Minato's eyes flutter open to catch the flicker of red glowing behind Scott's shades.
Ah. So Scott's fully aware that he's driving him mad... ]
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Slowly but surely, he can feel the apron's sash begin to give. The knot at the back falls away, both ends of the apron coming loose and resting behind Minato. So he turns around and dips his head a bit, waiting for Scott to lift the apron over his head. Once that's gone, he'll thankfully just be left in the dress itself. ]
...are you doing okay?
[ There's no reason why Scott had to help Minato change fully before Minato returned the favor. ]
It's probably faster to take yours off first.
[ Unless his crotch was magically un-stuck between the time they'd bumped into each other and now... ]
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Huh? [Oh, his own outfit. Yeah. Scott can't help but glance down the length of his body at the question, and it's not like anything has changed, it sure is still sticking to him like a second skin. But he still shakes his head, a small smile lifting at the corner of his mouth.]
Maybe, but it's okay. We're already working on you. I promise that I can endure this for a few minutes longer. [...] Besides, it's just the dress part left, right?
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All right.
[ If Scott insists... Maybe he's just gotten used to the way the spandex was hugging his crotch. ]
Yeah. There might be another layer underneath the dress, but I think that's it.
[ It is, in fact, not it. Maybe there's an extra surprise underneath just for Scott, but it's one that Minato's not about to comment on. One does not simply just ask a bro to help remove some lacy underwear.
...unless? ]
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Another layer? Like another thin blouse? Or one of those corsets?
[Although as Scott asks that question, he feels emboldened enough to keep going, the mutant focused on the zipper at the top of Minato's top half and pulling it down all the way to the skirt, so that he can help start loosening the cloth from his friend. Hm, he doesn't see another layer, at least not around his upper half, but Scott doesn't really think about it too hard, still focused on helping him out of the dress.]
So far so good... [He mumbles to himself, as he helps to slide off the blouse off his shoulders, revealing most of his back to him. And. Um. He looks kind of good like this?? He doesn't know how to explain it. Like all that cloth finally getting out of the way to reveal his skin.]
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...no, it's fine. Don't worry about it.
[ Honestly, just getting out of the stuffy dress is probably good enough. He can deal with whatever lies beneath the skirt, satisfied with at least getting to relieve himself from the layers wrapping his upper half. Having his back exposed helps let off some of that unnecessary warmth, so he sighs, lungs expanding as that very same back facing Scott rises and falls with each breath. ]
Thanks, it's a lot cooler like this...
[ In fact, if Scott were to lay a hand on him, he'd be able to feel how warm Minato's usually-chilled skin felt. ]
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Better?
[He mumbles softly, not quite stroking his skin, but still keeping the warm pads of his fingertips pressed against him. Almost like he's memorizing this simple contact. Scott's honestly physically affectionate with the people that he likes, not that he would wholly admit it. But Minato's become someone he's grown closer to, especially after the stuff with the tunnels. Nothing like trauma to bring people together--]
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Yeah. A lot better.
[ It's hard to see the other teen's expression behind his shades, to see where exactly he was looking. Minato cants his head a bit at Scott, assessing his current company's demeanor. Scott seems... lost in thought? As though he were concentrating on the sensation of fingertips against his back? ]
...you can touch more, if you want.
[ Followed by a reassuring smile. ]
I don't mind.
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His eyes flicker from behind his shades, those more nuanced expressions hidden from the world, but he sill reacts in more obvious ways. There's a deep swallow as his Adam's apple bobs, before he continues to trail his fingers down Minato's back until they reach the hem of the skirt that's still clinging to a trim waist. He spreads his fingers, feeling along the curve of the material and mainly tracing the skin in it, before he settles on the other teen's hips.]
Do you like this?
[He's asking about touching Minato, right? Not him being in a dress... but he also doesn't clarify.]
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...considering where Scott's hands have settled, and how he was tracing over his back, Minato interprets the question more intimately: ]
It's fine.
[ He rarely "likes" anything at all. ]
It's not bad.
[ ...but if Scott intends on freeing even more skin from the dress, then perhaps there's something he should know. ]
...by the way, don't worry about what's underneath.
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[Some light sarcasm enters his voice, his fingers stalling on Minato's hips and not quite continuing their initial intention. At least he hasn't said he disliked any of this so far? So, this is okay, right? He runs circular motions along his skin, almost massaging, different thoughts poking at his mind on what to do next, when he hears Minato.
And.
Uh. What does that supposed to mean? An arched eyebrow is sent at Minato's back and in a way, he wants to just meet whatever is underneath Minato's dress head on. He'll let himself worry-- deal with whatever is there.]
I'll handle it. Besides, I told you that I was going to remove this outfit for you. [And so he grips the zipper at the top of that long skirt, his fingers determined and firm as he starts pulling it down...]
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That's fine too, then. Do what you want.
[ Suit yourself, Minato thinks to himself as Scott tugs at the zipper. It slides down, fabric parting to reveal the beginnings of white lace, slightly sheer to make a hint of pale skin underneath visible. A floral pattern is stitched into it, all the way up to the undergarment's waistband.
This, perhaps, was the purpose behind Minato's earlier warning. Blessedly, his back is turned to avoid unintentionally subjecting Scott to the sight of him wrapped in sheer lace. ]
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He doesn't know what to really expect as he pulls down that final zipper that's been keeping that long skirt wrapped around Minato's hips. Just his friend's underwear?? probably?? Like sure, he's naked underneath his uniform, but that's because the material is clinging to him like a second skin. The maid dress is nearly the opposite of that, flowy and allowing Minato to move around without feeling said material rub right against his thighs and dick.
So, he wasn't really expecting anything too much, despite Minato's warnings.
...He definitely wasn't expecting to see the beginning of white lace hug around his hips, the material sheer enough to see the hint of his skin right underneath. He was not expecting to put together the fact that Minato is wearing panties.]
Oh my god.
[His cheeks burn bright red, immediately, fingers stalling because the revelation is hitting him like a ton of bricks. And coming back to hit him again as it returns.]
It's lace. [Scott isn't sure how he's going to explain himself when his hand just continues to unzip the skirt, not stopping until it curves over Minato's behind and reaches the end to fully reveal the way the floral pattern is framing his backside-- sheer in all the right places without leaving much to the imagination.]
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Yeah. I think so.
[ It sure is lace. Minato can't see Scott's red face while his back is turned, so he opens his mouth to start saying something, to reassure Scott that he didn't need to remove the lace undergarment. But then the zipper keeps going, leaving Minato to feel even more of the skirt's fabric falling away from his body. ]
...its fine. You can leave it on.
[ Maybe his friend's uncomfortable with seeing him in something like this. And if that's the case, there's no need for Scott to touch it, let alone remove it for him.
...he probably should check on how Scott's doing though. So Minato glances over his shoulder and -- oh. Scott's... red as a tomato. And his sights are set downwards, which means he's --
Minato pushes a short breath from his lungs, amused. ]
...like what you see?
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Also, is he being a smartass at him? Rude. So rude. Scott would normally make a totally awesome and clever comeback, but Minato's still using his powers to keep him distracted. Yeah, that's totally what's going on right now.
His hand's still stopped at the end of the zipper line, the clothing really only needing a gentle push to slide fully off his hips. But he doesn't go that extra step yet, Scott keeping close to that lacy underwear with his fingers hovering a couple inches away. Still staring straight at Minato's ass... until his comment gets the mutant to startle and look back up to an amused look.
So. Uh.]
Yeah, I do.
[The honesty in the answer almost surprises Scott. No stalling or even stammering, just acknowledging that straight out. Maybe a slight push from his suit, how it's just so hard sometimes to keep his inner thoughts to himself. Blurting out shit that normally would take him more confidence to admit out loud.]
Like. You actually look good in this. [...] Do you feel good?
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Oh.
[ Wow. Just acknowledging how he feels without any hesitation, huh. The frank response has Minato tearing his gaze away from Scott, turning away for a moment so he doesn't have to look at the other teen.
It's then that he's posed the next question. Did he feel good? ]
...I'm used to people staring at me.
[ He's always been a bit of an oddity, something for others to watch and observe. He's the mysterious transfer student each time he attended a new school, and others often peered at him upon learning about his misfortune.
The way Scott stares at him though -- it's different. He's not being watched like a curiosity or an elusive, endangered animal.
...it's not bad. ]
It's... a little tight, honestly.
[ That's his own fault though, unintentionally getting half-hard from Scott's fingertips roaming over his skin and now his unexpected words of affirmation. It's strange, almost like he was desirable in spite of still being in his own skin, in spite of not crawling into whatever disguise or shape or form was required by another person. ]
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The bad kind of staring?
[It felt more like a quiet admittance, like something Minato didn't particularly enjoy, but it's sometimes difficult to read the other teen when he's generally on the more quiet and lowkey side. But it's a question that Scott felt like he needed to ask, because being stared at sucks. Maybe he hasn't dealt with it as much, but he knows Jean and Kurt and they've been considered outcasts in the past.
He looks from the back of Minato's head towards the lace still hugging his hips, and.] I promise this isn't the bad staring.
[As if to make that clear. Though hearing that it's a bit tight and thus probably uncomfortable, Scott reaches to the edges of the skirt to fully push them from his hips and to the ground. Nothing covering or guarding Minato now and Scott places a warm hand against the cloth clinging to his side, before speaking almost softly.]
Turn around for me, Minato?
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Minato pushes a quiet exhale from his lungs, a small noise of amusement. ]
I know it's not.
[ He can tell, but it's still kind of Scott to offer verbal affirmation. Maybe that's why he can silently accept the fact that the other teen tugs the rest of his skirt down, sending the entire dress pooling in a puddle of cloth at his feet. All that's left is the lace undergarment, something that barely conceals anything thanks to its sheer fabric.
But he moves slowly, turning towards Scott, gaze lowered as he stands so thoroughly exposed before his companion. No longer can he hide the rose in his cheeks or his half-hard arousal. ]
...like this?
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[Not Scott already sounding slightly breathless himself... but he doesn't think he can be blamed as he fully takes in Minato, having nothing else but lace covering his form. And highlighting a certain area, a small note that his friend is already half-hard underneath the fabric and tenting it. In a way, a long time ago, he might've thought this kind of thing as obscene or weird, but those thoughts don't cross his mind-- they're not anywhere present as the mutant finds himself kneeling a bit, getting himself level and closer to the trapped arousal that's not at all hidden despite having cloth over him.
Just white (he thinks it's white) lace keeping him half-secured and it's such a nice sight, something that Scott has a hard time describing himself. He doesn't know why, maybe it's just Minato. Maybe he just likes to see dicks in panties now?? But he stops himself from calling himself a pervert, instead, his eyes flicker up to Minato's for a moment as he reaches one careful hand to trace the edge of the panties-- and avoiding his cock for now.]
...Let me know if you don't like something, okay?
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He's used to others staring at him, watching him like he's some form of a curiosity. What he's not used to, however, is being studied with this level of reverence. Perhaps that's why even more of his blood rushes southward, fueling his brewing arousal as Scott traces the edge of the lace undergarment. ]
Okay. I will.
[ But right now, he can't drum up anything he wouldn't let Scott indulge in, not when he's this hard already and not when Scott's been so gentle with him ever since they'd stepped into this changing room. ]
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Good.
[He answers, eyes directed at his friend's for that singular confirmation before they set back to the mostly hard arousal in front of him. Already curving, his length out and unafraid in front of Scott and he finally starts his exploration, fingers trailing away from the edge of the lace to get closer to Minato's cock-- still not quite touching though. Just memorized, draw in, seeing the material stretched out and maybe wanting to build that anticipation just a little more. He doesn't know how often Minato's been in this state of dress before, but Scott wants to take some time to just appreciate this.
Worshipping is not really the correct word, but there's a certain reverence to his touch as he follows a couple of floral patterns with two fingers-- until they finally meet the bulge that's incessantly pressing against soft material. Taking him in... he really looks pretty like this, huh? It really would be a waste to not touch him. And so he doesn't, starting at the base of Minato's clothed shaft and then slowly tracing his fingers upward along his length, somehow steady even as he reaches underneath his tip, digits settled against the bottom of his glans, before sliding them back down that same path.
Slowly touching, committing this new experience to his mind. He can feel his own crotch tighten against the clinging suit he's wearing, but he doesn't care too much about that right now.]
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Scott's own costume's is long forgotten for Minato as well. It's not difficult to put it out of mind, not when the other teen seems far more invested in his current ministrations as opposed to peeling off the suffocating spandex. ]
Scott --
[ He tries to hold still; he truly does. But his hips twitch in spite of his self control, desperately searching for something more than Scott's gentler touch, warm heat rising in his cheeks as well. In spite of standing in nothing but the lacy undergarment, Minato's skin feels as though a fire's alight beneath it. ]
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Minato's hips move and rotate right against his touch, a clear sign that he doesn't need to worry. A quiet little demand to keep going, maybe even push further, and Scott doesn't need him to voice those words. He doesn't need him to beg for it and so his other hand raises up to hold one side, voicelessly telling him that he has him, his fingertips still stroking along his flushed arousal until he leans forward, head tilting just slightly so that he can press his full lips right against lace and heat-- feeling the warmth of Minato's cock through that slim barrier.
Before giving him a light kiss through said lace.]
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Beneath its trappings, Minato's length throbs in response, a clear indication that he's hungry for even more. He reaches out with a hand, bracing himself on Scott's shoulder as he feels the undergarment growing even tighter, pre gathering against the lace and smearing itself against the fabric.
And while he's not necessarily opposed to Scott taking his leisurely time, choosing to be exploratory, Minato can't help but tremble from anticipation. ]
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With a small nod-- his hand on Minato's side briefly squeezing him in a show of support, he lightly parts his mouth so that he can press and leave a wet trail along the outline of his cock, memorizing and feeling the way lace is covering his growing arousal. It's definitely different, not in a bad way, another note that Scott will just have to accept about himself. Maybe he needs more information-- which is definitely why he follows along that easy path and only stopping just before he reaches that now leaking tip. His eyes flicker to that singular wet spot, eyeing it-- appreciating it, before he finally cuts any delay by opening his lips just enough to cover the entirety of the wet fabric, mouthing that shining spot and exhaling warmly against Minato's covered need.
Really hard for any of this to feel weird when he's enjoying this. When Minato is enjoying it. A flicker of red shines behind his glasses, managing to take one look up at his friend.]
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He bows his head, eyes squeezed shut as he shudders. The attention's far better than receiving none, but the slow and deliberate manner in which Scott is acquainting himself with the shape of him isn't nearly enough to pull Minato closer to the edge. ]
S-- Scott,
[ His knees feel weak as the red flush in his cheeks intensifies with every hot breath of air that cascades over him. Surely Scott intended to take full responsibility for how he'd worked him up like this? To be denied of anything more would be something cruel, would it not? Briefly, Minato's eyes flutter open to catch the flicker of red glowing behind Scott's shades.
Ah. So Scott's fully aware that he's driving him mad... ]
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