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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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[ oushi recognizes his mistake the moment he catches that frown on vanitas' lips. (it didn't take long; he'd already been staring at them the second the other man had pulled away.) silently, he chides himself for it; yet again he is reminded of how much he needs to get better at realizing that just because someone brings something up, doesn't mean they're all that okay with discussing it.
he thinks to apologize, but decides against it at the last second. drawing further attention to it feels like just as much of a misstep. and by the time he starts to doubt himself again, too much time had already passed that trying for an apology now would just be even more awkward.
besides, there's something else he ought to address. ]
Are you sure?
[ he's slid his hands off of vanitas for now, but they're still only inches away from where they stand. oushi's pants are still firmly around his waist, and the cool air of the trailer prickles on every inch of his exposed skin. ]
Sometimes this place can make things... confusing.
[ he licks at his lip, tasting his own blood, and finds it's not as off-putting as he thought it'd be. maybe because vanitas put it there. maybe because oushi hasn't stopped thinking that he didn't really give the other a proper kiss back. ]
[Vanitas feels awkward suddenly. Being this level of undressed in front of someone who's essentially a stranger, but he tries not to show it. Even without the kiss to distract himself or the other boy, he pulls on a mask of indifference to hide behind.
This is just out of necessity, with no deeper meaning behind it. He tells himself that a few times over before making eye contact with Oushi again.]
You think I'm confused? [Vanitas narrows his eyes at him, shoving Oushi back harder than necessary. If he didn't want to kiss him, he could have said so sooner before he'd gotten so attached to the idea.] You're so annoying.
[ oh... did he misread the situation? very likely, given his track record, but oushi still feels a little thrown off, regardless.
or maybe it's more like he was literally thrown off (alright, shoved, but he hadn't been expecting it so even if vanitas isn't all that strong he's knocked off-balance enough that he actually tumbles backward, tripping on their discarded clothing and falling right on his ass.
it knocks the wind out of him a little, and he looks up at vanitas with a mixture of irritation and confusion — but the expression quickly subsides when one look at the other man quickly reminds him of their separate states of undress. he clears his throat, slowly sitting back up — though he doesn't dare stand yet, lest the other man consider that some kind of aggressive move. ]
Don't get pissed off I was trying to do the right thing, [ he grumbles. ]
Anyway, I'm not gonna kiss you up there, where you can still push me again.
[Probably less of a misunderstanding and more of Vanitas' cat-like fickleness. One moment enraptured by Oushi's particular brand of care and affection, and then the moment he's questioned about it he chooses to disengage entirely.
It's not for lack of attraction to the other young man. Part of it is the courage he had to gather up to express directly what he wanted from the other boy only for it to be questioned. His rational mind knows where Oushi is coming from and understands that he just wants to be sure, but his reactive side is the stronger of the two and is already upset at himself for having been so vulnerable with a perfect stranger.]
I'm not pissed [He totally is, but at least now he's trying to act entirely unbothered, arms folding over his bare chest as he waits for the guy to get up. When it doesn't look like that's going to happen, Vanitas steps forward, a cold expression on his face as he lifts a foot to hover over Oushi's lap expectantly.]
My shoes. While I think about whether I even want you to kiss me anymore.
[ with enough time, oushi would be far more sympathetic. empathetic, even, because there is certainly a particular kind of anguish in laying oneself out bare, only to be met with anything other than what one might have been hoping for...
true enough, oushi is getting there. he's no stranger to reacting strongly, after all. but for the moment he'll keep his focus on the now, just in case he fucks up again. ]
Just don't get any funny ideas about kicking me, [ he says, and though he's mostly joking (a meager attempt to lighten the mood) there is a small part of him that's serious... this position brings vanitas' foot awfully close to certain delicate parts of him, after all.
but after a scant glance upward to make sure there is only annoyance in the other's face and not actual malice, he readjusts himself so that he's seated cross-legged. with a hand around vanitas' lower calf, he slowly guides that waiting foot down to rest over his knee, where he can get to work on tugging free those laces.
once loosened enough, oushi will slowly ease the heeled boot off the other's foot, resting one hand around vanitas' calf again to hold the leg aloft. with a loud and dull thud the boot is dropped to the floor. he pats his knee again. ]
[Kicking Oushi wasn't on his radar until the words spoke it into existence, and now he considers just how easy it would be like this. Vanitas does need him to help get the last bits of the costume off, though. And he's not upset enough to resort to genuine violence.]
Well you don't want to kiss me, so I'm tempted to try different options until we find one that suits you.
[He's genuinely surprised that Oushi complies without complaint, and the way he's diligent about it just makes Vanitas feel...strange. Being cared for even in little stupid ways like this? He hasn't had anything like that since he was a child. When his father was still alive. Oushi reminds him of his life when it was simple. When all he had to worry about was his tutoring and what food he wanted for dinner.
But that Vanitas is dead. Once the shoe is off, he puts his foot against Oushi's crotch briefly to feel him over before pulling it away to switch his weight to his opposite leg, lifting the next one to rest on his knee.]
[ it's... a little strange, looking up at the other from this vantage point. and with vanitas staring down at him like he is, lifting his leg — the positioning and the angle of it all is making oushi feel heated little prickles start along the back of his neck, so it's fortunate he's without a shirt to cool him off.
less fortunate, when that brief pass of a foot against his crotch starts stirring a reaction he had been valiantly hoping wouldn't come to pass throughout this entire process. his grip on vanitas' other foot is perhaps a little tighter than it has to be, his movements far stiffer than before. ]
...I didn't say that.
[ that he didn't want to kiss vanitas, that is. okay, true, he hadn't really considered it up until the very second it happened — but that wasn't because he didn't feel any attraction towards the other boy, and more because he did, which made him hyper-aware of all the things he shouldn't be thinking about, all while he was slowly undressing the guy... this is what he gets for trying not to be a creep!
his head is bowed low this time, trying to hide the way he blushes deep, but the tips of his ears have begun to turn a dark pink shade, easily giving him away. vanitas' second boot is dropped to the ground beside him. once he's finished, he pulls his hands away, pressing them flat against the ground behind him as he leans back. ]
Is that it? Were you wearing gloves or was that just make-up?
[ no, he is not daring to look up to check, tyvm. ]
[Vanitas only suspects that the way Oushi looks at him might be with contempt, but Vanitas is contemptible so he doesn't think anything of it.]
I'm sure you were thinking it.
[All the while, Vanitas knows he's being unreasonable. This place brings things out of people and Oushi is not wrong for wanting to be sure before acting, but stubbornly he's choosing at accept it as doubt or second thoughts. He wants to believe there are other people who would be willing to kiss him and not to be bothered by this--but this bothers him tremendously.]
It's fine. I won't kiss you. Or bite you. [Vanitas notices that Oushi isn't getting up, so he moves to be on his level, and that entails straddling his hips and holding up his gloved hand. It's a combination of fabric and makeup around the outside. He pretends to be more interested in that, than their closeness and levels of undress.
The other one of his hands rests against the wall behind Oushi's shoulder for support.] I wouldn't want you to have to touch me longer than necessary since you find me so distasteful. [He doesn't consider himself a seductive person, but Vanitas knows how to get on someone's final nerve and tap dance all over it, and the two things are similar enough.]
[ red blooms all across his cheeks, threatening to lower still to his neck, his chest. he can't help but feel like he's being chastised, somehow, for doing this wrong. this being this stupid game, this stupid hotel and its stupid requirements. is he seriously being punished because he was decent enough to try and confirm genuine interest? it angers him to an extent he can't quite articulate, but more than that it embarrasses him, and somehow that takes over everything else in the moment. ]
Are you done? You sure like to fill in the spaces you don't know shit about.
[ it's never a good idea to let his anger and frustration get the better of him. though, in most cases, he has found that all it does is culminate or manifest in what ultimately becomes a rather impotent outburst, and he's always left feeling emptier for it.
this time, oushi finds himself actually acting.... but whether or not that is a good thing remains to be seen.
that is to say — with vanitas now being so close, stoking the embers of his ever-growing frustration, oushi gives in to the compulsion to prove him wrong, shut him up — and grabs the other boy by the waist to drag him down against his lap. specifically, right where he has already begun to stiffen and strain. ]
[Unfortunately for Oushi, Vanitas is quickly growing addicted to the way blush spreads across his face. It's satisfying in ways he can only compare sex to--not that he's had much of it to say for certain.]
Am I done? I think not--[It's enough to cause his brows to raise up in alarm. He'd expected the other boy to let him push him around a bit longer, but Oushi blows up at him sooner than Vanitas predicted. He even starts to laugh until he's pulled close enough to feel that arousal of his pressing against him from behind.
He blinks as amusement leaves him and embarrassment takes its place, cheeks tinting pink both from being scolded and being this close to Oushi where it's hard for him to maintain his level of anger after the truth puts out his fire instantly. Heat spreads through his own body too like suddenly Oushi's arousal is contagious and his hands lower to cover himself.]
I'm sorry. [He finally says something genuine, his voice low and quiet for a change. Vanitas starts to lean in to kiss Oushi apologetically, but stops before he can get there, remembering the thing that started his campaign for revenge and decides against it for now. Instead he rolls his hips down experimentally. Once all of this is over he'll blame Oushi for being too dense to realize that Vanitas just wants his attention.]
[ the roll of those hips has oushi's hands tightening instantly around vanitas' hips — not enough to bruise, but certainly enough to be a suitable warning. what oushi's warning him for, though, he couldn't quite say... the eager way in which his arousal swells in response to even just that brief bit of friction is something he is both painfully aware of and wholeheartedly attempting to ignore.
he honestly isn't expecting the apology. even after sitting with it for almost a minute, letting it settle deep in his chest. even after feeling vanitas' breath ghost his red-hot cheeks, and the silence that follows threatens to be even louder than a gunshot right beside his ear. it is... a far softer apology than he'd ever been expecting. (truthfully, he hadn't been expecting one at all.) it's almost humbling, in the sense that he very quickly realizes there may have been more to this than just a simple misunderstanding.
finally, he's starting to cotton on to the fact that vanitas might have just been embarrassed about this entire situation, and this was how he lashed out in response. honestly? oushi gets it.
it's endearing. and doesn't dampen his arousal for the other any. if anything, it actually makes him want to... do more. do things right, this time. ]
Can I get another shot? [ daring to be braver still, he nudges his face even closer, brushing his nose against the other's. and, just in case there is still any room for misunderstanding: ] Kissing you.
[Vanitas notices too, and it confirms his suspicion that Oushi is genuinely putting in effort to maintain his cool, but finds himself unable to do so. He doesn't know the reasons for it exactly, and doesn't want to guess either, but he moves again to show that Oushi doesn't have to hold himself back.
Whether it's the apology or something else that gets Oushi to relax, he doesn't know, but this kind of thing is only fair and acceptable if they're both equally embarrassed about it. Vanitas finds himself nodding in response to the question immediately, already leaning in to finally kiss him again. He runs his tongue over where he'd bitten him in apology.
One of his hands rests against Oushi's neck as they kiss, taking his time to savor the moment until it eventually ends.]
[ beneath vanitas' hand he can feel how wildly oushi's pulse beats. it's a healthy one, for sure, and practically raging now that their lips connect again. he closes his eyes immediately, resolving to give it his all now that he's got a second chance to do it right. leaning in, parting his lips, trying to give as much as he's being given, while also trying not to take too much.
the grip he's got on the other's waist slips around until he's got his arms wrapped around vanitas' slimmer form, one palm ghosting up the expanse of a smooth back.
not wanting to seem too greedy, he does eventually pull back first — but not without giving an experimental nip to vanitas' bottom lip — not nearly hard enough to bleed him in return, but just enough that when he draws back, he can't help but look at the other boy expectantly, curious to see if he liked being bitten in return. ]
[That pulse is so hard to ignore, but Vanitas at least does the honorable thing and pretends not to notice. After all, he doesn't know if it's because Oushi is nervous or afraid or aroused (this is totally the one) or maybe even something else.
He feels the arms tighten around him, and rests his own arms across the back of Oushi's shoulders, pulling back just a little bit after the little bite. Vanitas doesn't have enough time to hide the smile on his face. He definitely likes it.]
I won't hold anything from before against you. It's obvious that you're new to all of this. [And he was in that same position not too long ago. So he gets it. But what Vanitas will not go into is why he had such a tantrum about potentially being turned down by Oushi when usually he wouldn't even care.] You don't have to be embarrassed about it.
[He shifts again, more deliberately moving against Oushi's lap so he knows what Vanitas is referring to. It would be easy to fish him out of his underwear and take care of his arousal, but in an effort to be A LITTLE more considerate, he asks first.] Are you going to take care of that yourself later, or do you want me to do it?
[ it's such a silly thing to think, but that little smile feels like just as much of a forgiveness as vanitas' own words do. before he can help himself, he tucks the image and knowledge of it away in the back his mind, like it were some kind of reward for his good behavior.
vanitas is already talking about later, when technically there is still the matter of his gloves and oushi's pants to contend with. but. oushi can understand that other things might feel a little more... pressing. ]
I can't tell if you're offering, or just asking.
[ look at this growth, trying to clear things up before any further misunderstandings occur. ]
It's not your responsibility, even if you're the reason it happened. [ sure, okay, it's pretty easy to admit so casually if he just keeps bullrushing through it— ] I'm fine to take care of it, or if knowing I'd be thinking about you creeps you out I'm just as fine to wait it out until it goes away.
[ all that comes out in a rush, so he has to suck in a breath right at the end of it. he leans his head back against the wall, but the movement is a little too jerky and so his head just thonks loudly against the wood. ]
Sorry. I dunno if that came out right. It's kind of hard to think right now.
[ vanitas is a warm and very naked weight on his lap — it's a wonder he's even stringing words together at all, okay! ]
[Vanitas looks at Oushi like he's just now seeing the extent of his social awkwardness. He fights the urge to laugh at him, not wanting to start a fight, and instead holds up his hand for him to work on the glove of his dominant hand to show him.]
If I wasn't prepared to offer, I wouldn't ask. [He starts, but lets Oushi just ramble on even though it only makes the situation more awkward. Vanitas doesn't stop him at any point. Even when he discloses what he'd be thinking about while he does it. It's awkward, and embarrassing to listen to, but also endearing somehow? Vanitas only grows more aroused the longer he lets Oushi talk himself into a hole, but he has to stop him before it's impossible to dig him out.]
You just keep incriminating yourself. [Once his hand is free, he uses it to feel over Oushi's arousal, unzipping and tugging at a button before he can pull it free from the fabric. He is incredibly hard when Vanitas closes his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly. Vanitas distracts him with kisses along his neck and jaw--not his lips, just to see if he has any other plans to overshare the thoughts in his head. And even though he will be teasing him about it in the future, he does like to know what's on his mind.]
[ oushi is grateful for the proffered distraction via that glove. it's peeled off and tossed to the side like something venomous, but that reprieve is short-lived the second he feels that slight hand slip down to work at his pants. instantly, oushi is very much present in the moment, all but dragged there by slim fingers that deftly draw him out of his boxers. he sits up with a start, breath hitching in his throat right as color explodes all over his face, his neck. ]
Hey, w-wait —
[ it's not a refusal, or a rejection. even though one of oushi's hands falls down to grasp blindly at vanitas' wrist, stalling his hand. but before he can finish his thought, something strangled works its way out of his mouth, head tipping back reflexively when he feels vanitas' lips mouth along the line of it. desperately, he tries to focus. remembering his hand, he squeezes around vanitas' wrist — but, notably, he doesn't pull that hand off. ]
L-Listen, if you're gonna do that... [ he forces himself to look vanitas in the eyes, even though a part of him wants to crawl into a hole and die. he is painfully hard in the other man's grip, and every second pulses a needy throb that would be hard to ignore. ] Let me help you too. Aren't you also...?
[ he glances down between them. somewhere in all that fumbling, his other hand had fallen to vanitas' thigh, gripping it lightly. ]
Should I stop? [It's far too late for that now, he's already gotten a good feel of Oushi's size and girth.. even guided his hand along the length of him to get familiar with that as well. So that cat is out of the bag, but he continues with the kisses against skin that Vanitas doubts Oushi knows how good it smells.
The hands on his wrist doesn't seem to be stopping him, so he doesn't stop. He's sure this is just Oushi being hesitant like last time for reasons that have little to do with if he likes it or feels good and entirely with him being in his head about something Vanitas doesn't have the inclination to discover. Thankfully the older man uses his words and maks it clear. His eyes dart back to the other pair, holding his gaze for a while.]
I don't need you to--Mmn. [He exhales heavily, oxygen feels thick all of a sudden. His mouth hangs open and he doesn't know why he's suddenly hyper aware of how close Oushi's hand is to other parts of him.] Yes, you can touch me too. However you want. [His head nods, his lips finding Oushi's again as he moves his thighs further apart to allow any reciprocation he might want to give.]
[ the idea of stopping is so absurd, oushi is convinced vanitas only mentions it to tease him some more. how could he want to stop any of this, now that he knows what it feels like to have that warm hand wrap so deftly around him. how is vanitas even managing that, touching him in every way that feels mind-blowing without even seeing any of it?
he feels dizzy. the cut on his lip has long since stopped bleeding, so he knows it's not from blood loss. vanitas is kissing him, leaning on him, stroking him — it's all oushi can do not to buck up into that hand until he spills all over.
part of him thinks vanitas wouldn't really mind. but he isn't quite so overcome with lust that he can't recognize he doesn't want to be the only one feeling good here. especially not when vanitas sighs like that against his hips, not when he gives him permission.
and so, oushi acts. rather than reach between those thighs (he gets only a brief look of them spreading wider before getting caught up in a kiss, and god will that image stay in his mind for days, he's sure) he maneuvers his hands to grasp at vanitas' ass instead. he isn't particularly strong, but neither is vanitas particularly heavy — so it's easy enough to lift the other man until he can angle his hips so that vanitas settles a little lower on his thighs. what this means is — when he finally reaches for vanitas' own arousal, he can easily take up his own in the same hand.
his own breath is thick, breaking from that kiss just so he can ask: ]
S'this okay?
[ he gives his hand a squeeze, then strokes upward once. by now, his own cock has begun to gather a bead of pre at the tip. when he strokes his hand back down, it gathers in his fingers, slicking them both. ]
[Vanitas couldn't stop if he wanted to, but he'll keep that to himself. It's not his fault though. Obviously Oushi has no awareness of what he looks and sounds like while he's trying to "do the right thing" and Vanitas is taking full advantage of his arousal and having the upper hand--in a way.
It's not until Oushi repositions Vanitas with minimal effort and suddenly there's more at stake. When both their cocks are brought together like that, Vanitas fights the urge to squirm. He wants to move and thrust into the tiny bit of space between Oushi's fingers not taken up by his arousal too. He nods slowly, looking down between them and blushing at the sight before seeking out his lips again.
Vanitas feels strangely safe in the other man's hands, and trusts him a lot more than he would trust himself. So he turns off logic for a moment and slides his tongue along the cut on Oushi's lip curiously, but before temptation to reopen it comes he seeks out his tongue to deepen the kiss instead. Vanitas uses it as a buffer between the sounds he makes, soft pants, deep sighs, and the occasional moan when he doesn't know whose body the added slickness comes from and doesn't care since he's contributing more the longer they go on like this.]
[ "the longer they go on like this..." genuinely, oushi's surprised has hasn't already come. he's never done this before, jerking another guy off at the same time he grips himself. it's a slightly maddening sensation, that feeling of soft and smooth and hard and rough all at the same time. kissing vanitas is a wonderful distraction, pulling half his attention away from the otherwise overwhelming sensation — it's likely the main reason he's able to keep his cool for as long as he does. ]
Shit.
[ it's a small gasp that fits somewhere in the space between their kisses. right after vanitas sucks on his lower lip, and immediately before oushi is surging back in to chase after them. his arm strains from the almost frantic pace he sets with his stroking, his own brain turned off, riding off of simple desires. before long, he finds himself thrusting into the tight circle of his hand, the underside of his cockhead occasionally grinding against the tip of vanitas' in such a way he's groaning into the hot cavern of vanitas' mouth each time.
behind vanitas, oushi's other hand has begun to knead and squeeze, groping at the soft flesh there as if to encourage vanitas to move like he likes too. ]
[Yet Vanitas would have never believed that this was Oushi's first time using such a maneuver on someone else. Then again, two people who are horny enough will always find a way to use what they have to get what they need.
Oushi doesn't give Vanitas any reason to doubt his capabilities when he's ahead of schedule as far as he's concerned. His voice grows louder still when Oushi's hands speed up, and he fears he might give away his own inexperience with how quickly he becomes overheated and desperate. He has to pull away from the kiss a little to breathe, but never too far from the other pair of lips.
Vanitas does move, slow shallow thrusts, afraid to do any more than that without cutting things short. But Oushi's hand grabs a handful of his ass without warning he erupts over those fingers, his body almost shivering with the suddenness of it. Vanitas' face grows hotter as he realizes what just happened and hides his face against Oushi's shoulder. Vanitas just might kill him simply so he doesn't have to face any feedback on the matter, his mouth opening to bite down against the closest bit of skin he can reach that isn't his own.]
[ oushi's own sounds mingle with vanitas'; lower, slightly more reserved purely out of self-consciousness, but nonetheless as eager and demanding. when vanitas tears away from a kiss, oushi stifles a groan of protest, leaning in to chase after it only to stutter into a stop when he feels that sudden spill leak white-hot over his hand.
said hand also stops, frozen save for the reflexive squeeze it makes when his brain catches up to all that's just happened. he's barely even given a second to fully process it though, before he feels a warm weight press into his shoulder. his lips part, maybe he'd been about to offer the other man some kind of reassurance, or maybe he would've said something just as embarrassing like how hot that was
when suddenly he feels a sharp sting on his shoulder, and the sheer juxtaposition of the slight pain coupled with the pleasure vibrating throughout his body, and the satisfaction of realizing he'd made vanitas come just now. well. ]
—Ah!
[ and then his hips buck into the tight grip of his hand, and suddenly there is twice as much cum coating his fist, and their laps, and now it's the both of them left sitting there, panting, marveling at the mutual betrayals of their bodies. ]
[Vanitas knows there's no distraction big enough to make Oushi forget what just happened, but he keeps his teeth in that same spot, too embarrassed to pull away and see the reaction to his sudden orgasm.
Instead he returns that kiss with a desperate eagerness. Still, probably not enough to distract from-- Vanitas looks down to watch the tail end of Oushi coming after the hot splash alerted him to what was happening. Instead of showing any form of decorum, he laughs. Both at himself and Oushi.
Vanitas takes Oushi's face with both of his hands, pulling him closer to kiss him. And when he feels those lips part, his tongue moves past them to taste him. If there's any doubt in Oushi's mind that Vanitas enjoyed that, he hopes to crush them with the gesture. Vanitas licks his lips when he does finally let the kiss end, not quite knowing what to say in this moment because his smart mouth fails him in the daze of his afterglow.]
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he thinks to apologize, but decides against it at the last second. drawing further attention to it feels like just as much of a misstep. and by the time he starts to doubt himself again, too much time had already passed that trying for an apology now would just be even more awkward.
besides, there's something else he ought to address. ]
Are you sure?
[ he's slid his hands off of vanitas for now, but they're still only inches away from where they stand. oushi's pants are still firmly around his waist, and the cool air of the trailer prickles on every inch of his exposed skin. ]
Sometimes this place can make things... confusing.
[ he licks at his lip, tasting his own blood, and finds it's not as off-putting as he thought it'd be. maybe because vanitas put it there. maybe because oushi hasn't stopped thinking that he didn't really give the other a proper kiss back. ]
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This is just out of necessity, with no deeper meaning behind it. He tells himself that a few times over before making eye contact with Oushi again.]
You think I'm confused? [Vanitas narrows his eyes at him, shoving Oushi back harder than necessary. If he didn't want to kiss him, he could have said so sooner before he'd gotten so attached to the idea.] You're so annoying.
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or maybe it's more like he was literally thrown off (alright, shoved, but he hadn't been expecting it so even if vanitas isn't all that strong he's knocked off-balance enough that he actually tumbles backward, tripping on their discarded clothing and falling right on his ass.
it knocks the wind out of him a little, and he looks up at vanitas with a mixture of irritation and confusion — but the expression quickly subsides when one look at the other man quickly reminds him of their separate states of undress. he clears his throat, slowly sitting back up — though he doesn't dare stand yet, lest the other man consider that some kind of aggressive move. ]
Don't get pissed off I was trying to do the right thing, [ he grumbles. ]
Anyway, I'm not gonna kiss you up there, where you can still push me again.
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It's not for lack of attraction to the other young man. Part of it is the courage he had to gather up to express directly what he wanted from the other boy only for it to be questioned. His rational mind knows where Oushi is coming from and understands that he just wants to be sure, but his reactive side is the stronger of the two and is already upset at himself for having been so vulnerable with a perfect stranger.]
I'm not pissed [He totally is, but at least now he's trying to act entirely unbothered, arms folding over his bare chest as he waits for the guy to get up. When it doesn't look like that's going to happen, Vanitas steps forward, a cold expression on his face as he lifts a foot to hover over Oushi's lap expectantly.]
My shoes. While I think about whether I even want you to kiss me anymore.
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true enough, oushi is getting there. he's no stranger to reacting strongly, after all. but for the moment he'll keep his focus on the now, just in case he fucks up again. ]
Just don't get any funny ideas about kicking me, [ he says, and though he's mostly joking (a meager attempt to lighten the mood) there is a small part of him that's serious... this position brings vanitas' foot awfully close to certain delicate parts of him, after all.
but after a scant glance upward to make sure there is only annoyance in the other's face and not actual malice, he readjusts himself so that he's seated cross-legged. with a hand around vanitas' lower calf, he slowly guides that waiting foot down to rest over his knee, where he can get to work on tugging free those laces.
once loosened enough, oushi will slowly ease the heeled boot off the other's foot, resting one hand around vanitas' calf again to hold the leg aloft. with a loud and dull thud the boot is dropped to the floor. he pats his knee again. ]
Gimme the other.
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Well you don't want to kiss me, so I'm tempted to try different options until we find one that suits you.
[He's genuinely surprised that Oushi complies without complaint, and the way he's diligent about it just makes Vanitas feel...strange. Being cared for even in little stupid ways like this? He hasn't had anything like that since he was a child. When his father was still alive. Oushi reminds him of his life when it was simple. When all he had to worry about was his tutoring and what food he wanted for dinner.
But that Vanitas is dead. Once the shoe is off, he puts his foot against Oushi's crotch briefly to feel him over before pulling it away to switch his weight to his opposite leg, lifting the next one to rest on his knee.]
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less fortunate, when that brief pass of a foot against his crotch starts stirring a reaction he had been valiantly hoping wouldn't come to pass throughout this entire process. his grip on vanitas' other foot is perhaps a little tighter than it has to be, his movements far stiffer than before. ]
...I didn't say that.
[ that he didn't want to kiss vanitas, that is. okay, true, he hadn't really considered it up until the very second it happened — but that wasn't because he didn't feel any attraction towards the other boy, and more because he did, which made him hyper-aware of all the things he shouldn't be thinking about, all while he was slowly undressing the guy... this is what he gets for trying not to be a creep!
his head is bowed low this time, trying to hide the way he blushes deep, but the tips of his ears have begun to turn a dark pink shade, easily giving him away. vanitas' second boot is dropped to the ground beside him. once he's finished, he pulls his hands away, pressing them flat against the ground behind him as he leans back. ]
Is that it? Were you wearing gloves or was that just make-up?
[ no, he is not daring to look up to check, tyvm. ]
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I'm sure you were thinking it.
[All the while, Vanitas knows he's being unreasonable. This place brings things out of people and Oushi is not wrong for wanting to be sure before acting, but stubbornly he's choosing at accept it as doubt or second thoughts. He wants to believe there are other people who would be willing to kiss him and not to be bothered by this--but this bothers him tremendously.]
It's fine. I won't kiss you. Or bite you. [Vanitas notices that Oushi isn't getting up, so he moves to be on his level, and that entails straddling his hips and holding up his gloved hand. It's a combination of fabric and makeup around the outside. He pretends to be more interested in that, than their closeness and levels of undress.
The other one of his hands rests against the wall behind Oushi's shoulder for support.] I wouldn't want you to have to touch me longer than necessary since you find me so distasteful. [He doesn't consider himself a seductive person, but Vanitas knows how to get on someone's final nerve and tap dance all over it, and the two things are similar enough.]
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Are you done? You sure like to fill in the spaces you don't know shit about.
[ it's never a good idea to let his anger and frustration get the better of him. though, in most cases, he has found that all it does is culminate or manifest in what ultimately becomes a rather impotent outburst, and he's always left feeling emptier for it.
this time, oushi finds himself actually acting.... but whether or not that is a good thing remains to be seen.
that is to say — with vanitas now being so close, stoking the embers of his ever-growing frustration, oushi gives in to the compulsion to prove him wrong, shut him up — and grabs the other boy by the waist to drag him down against his lap. specifically, right where he has already begun to stiffen and strain. ]
Do you get it now? Idiot.
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Am I done? I think not--[It's enough to cause his brows to raise up in alarm. He'd expected the other boy to let him push him around a bit longer, but Oushi blows up at him sooner than Vanitas predicted. He even starts to laugh until he's pulled close enough to feel that arousal of his pressing against him from behind.
He blinks as amusement leaves him and embarrassment takes its place, cheeks tinting pink both from being scolded and being this close to Oushi where it's hard for him to maintain his level of anger after the truth puts out his fire instantly. Heat spreads through his own body too like suddenly Oushi's arousal is contagious and his hands lower to cover himself.]
I'm sorry. [He finally says something genuine, his voice low and quiet for a change. Vanitas starts to lean in to kiss Oushi apologetically, but stops before he can get there, remembering the thing that started his campaign for revenge and decides against it for now. Instead he rolls his hips down experimentally. Once all of this is over he'll blame Oushi for being too dense to realize that Vanitas just wants his attention.]
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he honestly isn't expecting the apology. even after sitting with it for almost a minute, letting it settle deep in his chest. even after feeling vanitas' breath ghost his red-hot cheeks, and the silence that follows threatens to be even louder than a gunshot right beside his ear. it is... a far softer apology than he'd ever been expecting. (truthfully, he hadn't been expecting one at all.) it's almost humbling, in the sense that he very quickly realizes there may have been more to this than just a simple misunderstanding.
finally, he's starting to cotton on to the fact that vanitas might have just been embarrassed about this entire situation, and this was how he lashed out in response. honestly? oushi gets it.
it's endearing. and doesn't dampen his arousal for the other any. if anything, it actually makes him want to... do more. do things right, this time. ]
Can I get another shot? [ daring to be braver still, he nudges his face even closer, brushing his nose against the other's. and, just in case there is still any room for misunderstanding: ] Kissing you.
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Whether it's the apology or something else that gets Oushi to relax, he doesn't know, but this kind of thing is only fair and acceptable if they're both equally embarrassed about it. Vanitas finds himself nodding in response to the question immediately, already leaning in to finally kiss him again. He runs his tongue over where he'd bitten him in apology.
One of his hands rests against Oushi's neck as they kiss, taking his time to savor the moment until it eventually ends.]
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the grip he's got on the other's waist slips around until he's got his arms wrapped around vanitas' slimmer form, one palm ghosting up the expanse of a smooth back.
not wanting to seem too greedy, he does eventually pull back first — but not without giving an experimental nip to vanitas' bottom lip — not nearly hard enough to bleed him in return, but just enough that when he draws back, he can't help but look at the other boy expectantly, curious to see if he liked being bitten in return. ]
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He feels the arms tighten around him, and rests his own arms across the back of Oushi's shoulders, pulling back just a little bit after the little bite. Vanitas doesn't have enough time to hide the smile on his face. He definitely likes it.]
I won't hold anything from before against you. It's obvious that you're new to all of this. [And he was in that same position not too long ago. So he gets it. But what Vanitas will not go into is why he had such a tantrum about potentially being turned down by Oushi when usually he wouldn't even care.] You don't have to be embarrassed about it.
[He shifts again, more deliberately moving against Oushi's lap so he knows what Vanitas is referring to. It would be easy to fish him out of his underwear and take care of his arousal, but in an effort to be A LITTLE more considerate, he asks first.] Are you going to take care of that yourself later, or do you want me to do it?
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vanitas is already talking about later, when technically there is still the matter of his gloves and oushi's pants to contend with. but. oushi can understand that other things might feel a little more... pressing. ]
I can't tell if you're offering, or just asking.
[ look at this growth, trying to clear things up before any further misunderstandings occur. ]
It's not your responsibility, even if you're the reason it happened. [ sure, okay, it's pretty easy to admit so casually if he just keeps bullrushing through it— ] I'm fine to take care of it, or if knowing I'd be thinking about you creeps you out I'm just as fine to wait it out until it goes away.
[ all that comes out in a rush, so he has to suck in a breath right at the end of it. he leans his head back against the wall, but the movement is a little too jerky and so his head just thonks loudly against the wood. ]
Sorry. I dunno if that came out right. It's kind of hard to think right now.
[ vanitas is a warm and very naked weight on his lap — it's a wonder he's even stringing words together at all, okay! ]
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If I wasn't prepared to offer, I wouldn't ask. [He starts, but lets Oushi just ramble on even though it only makes the situation more awkward. Vanitas doesn't stop him at any point. Even when he discloses what he'd be thinking about while he does it. It's awkward, and embarrassing to listen to, but also endearing somehow? Vanitas only grows more aroused the longer he lets Oushi talk himself into a hole, but he has to stop him before it's impossible to dig him out.]
You just keep incriminating yourself. [Once his hand is free, he uses it to feel over Oushi's arousal, unzipping and tugging at a button before he can pull it free from the fabric. He is incredibly hard when Vanitas closes his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly. Vanitas distracts him with kisses along his neck and jaw--not his lips, just to see if he has any other plans to overshare the thoughts in his head. And even though he will be teasing him about it in the future, he does like to know what's on his mind.]
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Hey, w-wait —
[ it's not a refusal, or a rejection. even though one of oushi's hands falls down to grasp blindly at vanitas' wrist, stalling his hand. but before he can finish his thought, something strangled works its way out of his mouth, head tipping back reflexively when he feels vanitas' lips mouth along the line of it. desperately, he tries to focus. remembering his hand, he squeezes around vanitas' wrist — but, notably, he doesn't pull that hand off. ]
L-Listen, if you're gonna do that... [ he forces himself to look vanitas in the eyes, even though a part of him wants to crawl into a hole and die. he is painfully hard in the other man's grip, and every second pulses a needy throb that would be hard to ignore. ] Let me help you too. Aren't you also...?
[ he glances down between them. somewhere in all that fumbling, his other hand had fallen to vanitas' thigh, gripping it lightly. ]
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The hands on his wrist doesn't seem to be stopping him, so he doesn't stop. He's sure this is just Oushi being hesitant like last time for reasons that have little to do with if he likes it or feels good and entirely with him being in his head about something Vanitas doesn't have the inclination to discover. Thankfully the older man uses his words and maks it clear. His eyes dart back to the other pair, holding his gaze for a while.]
I don't need you to--Mmn. [He exhales heavily, oxygen feels thick all of a sudden. His mouth hangs open and he doesn't know why he's suddenly hyper aware of how close Oushi's hand is to other parts of him.] Yes, you can touch me too. However you want. [His head nods, his lips finding Oushi's again as he moves his thighs further apart to allow any reciprocation he might want to give.]
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he feels dizzy. the cut on his lip has long since stopped bleeding, so he knows it's not from blood loss. vanitas is kissing him, leaning on him, stroking him — it's all oushi can do not to buck up into that hand until he spills all over.
part of him thinks vanitas wouldn't really mind. but he isn't quite so overcome with lust that he can't recognize he doesn't want to be the only one feeling good here. especially not when vanitas sighs like that against his hips, not when he gives him permission.
and so, oushi acts. rather than reach between those thighs (he gets only a brief look of them spreading wider before getting caught up in a kiss, and god will that image stay in his mind for days, he's sure) he maneuvers his hands to grasp at vanitas' ass instead. he isn't particularly strong, but neither is vanitas particularly heavy — so it's easy enough to lift the other man until he can angle his hips so that vanitas settles a little lower on his thighs. what this means is — when he finally reaches for vanitas' own arousal, he can easily take up his own in the same hand.
his own breath is thick, breaking from that kiss just so he can ask: ]
S'this okay?
[ he gives his hand a squeeze, then strokes upward once. by now, his own cock has begun to gather a bead of pre at the tip. when he strokes his hand back down, it gathers in his fingers, slicking them both. ]
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It's not until Oushi repositions Vanitas with minimal effort and suddenly there's more at stake. When both their cocks are brought together like that, Vanitas fights the urge to squirm. He wants to move and thrust into the tiny bit of space between Oushi's fingers not taken up by his arousal too. He nods slowly, looking down between them and blushing at the sight before seeking out his lips again.
Vanitas feels strangely safe in the other man's hands, and trusts him a lot more than he would trust himself. So he turns off logic for a moment and slides his tongue along the cut on Oushi's lip curiously, but before temptation to reopen it comes he seeks out his tongue to deepen the kiss instead. Vanitas uses it as a buffer between the sounds he makes, soft pants, deep sighs, and the occasional moan when he doesn't know whose body the added slickness comes from and doesn't care since he's contributing more the longer they go on like this.]
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Shit.
[ it's a small gasp that fits somewhere in the space between their kisses. right after vanitas sucks on his lower lip, and immediately before oushi is surging back in to chase after them. his arm strains from the almost frantic pace he sets with his stroking, his own brain turned off, riding off of simple desires. before long, he finds himself thrusting into the tight circle of his hand, the underside of his cockhead occasionally grinding against the tip of vanitas' in such a way he's groaning into the hot cavern of vanitas' mouth each time.
behind vanitas, oushi's other hand has begun to knead and squeeze, groping at the soft flesh there as if to encourage vanitas to move like he likes too. ]
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Oushi doesn't give Vanitas any reason to doubt his capabilities when he's ahead of schedule as far as he's concerned. His voice grows louder still when Oushi's hands speed up, and he fears he might give away his own inexperience with how quickly he becomes overheated and desperate. He has to pull away from the kiss a little to breathe, but never too far from the other pair of lips.
Vanitas does move, slow shallow thrusts, afraid to do any more than that without cutting things short. But Oushi's hand grabs a handful of his ass without warning he erupts over those fingers, his body almost shivering with the suddenness of it. Vanitas' face grows hotter as he realizes what just happened and hides his face against Oushi's shoulder. Vanitas just might kill him simply so he doesn't have to face any feedback on the matter, his mouth opening to bite down against the closest bit of skin he can reach that isn't his own.]
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said hand also stops, frozen save for the reflexive squeeze it makes when his brain catches up to all that's just happened. he's barely even given a second to fully process it though, before he feels a warm weight press into his shoulder. his lips part, maybe he'd been about to offer the other man some kind of reassurance, or maybe he would've said something just as embarrassing like how hot that was
when suddenly he feels a sharp sting on his shoulder, and the sheer juxtaposition of the slight pain coupled with the pleasure vibrating throughout his body, and the satisfaction of realizing he'd made vanitas come just now. well. ]
—Ah!
[ and then his hips buck into the tight grip of his hand, and suddenly there is twice as much cum coating his fist, and their laps, and now it's the both of them left sitting there, panting, marveling at the mutual betrayals of their bodies. ]
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Instead he returns that kiss with a desperate eagerness. Still, probably not enough to distract from-- Vanitas looks down to watch the tail end of Oushi coming after the hot splash alerted him to what was happening. Instead of showing any form of decorum, he laughs. Both at himself and Oushi.
Vanitas takes Oushi's face with both of his hands, pulling him closer to kiss him. And when he feels those lips part, his tongue moves past them to taste him. If there's any doubt in Oushi's mind that Vanitas enjoyed that, he hopes to crush them with the gesture. Vanitas licks his lips when he does finally let the kiss end, not quite knowing what to say in this moment because his smart mouth fails him in the daze of his afterglow.]
That was..nice.