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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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['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... ]
[His eyes continue to watch Minato, taking in his friend's appearance-- the way his head is bowed with a nice little flush staining across his cheeks. He definitely hasn't seen him like this before, but Scott can't help but think that he looks good like this. Trapped in some spiral of pleasure, especially since he normally considers Minato to be rather calm-- nice (although sometimes rude), and it's just... fulfilling. However, he can tell that this isn't enough.
Which is fine to Scott. He wants to do more right now too. Feel-- taste Minato directly without anything covering him.]
I know.
[As tempting as it is to continue teasing him this way, explore his trapped erection in the confides of lace, he curls his fingers around the top of Minato's lacy underwear before he gently starts pulling it down-- although only just enough to free that flushed tip and shaft, allowing the cloth to continue clinging to the base of his need as he inches closer with his mouth, lips parting in a warm breath before he takes the head of Minato's arousal into the heat of his mouth.
Eyes closing briefly, he lightly sucks, with one hand gripping the length of Minato in an encouraging grip.]
[ There's a sharp gasp from Minato, immediately as Scott takes his head into his mouth. He bites back a whimper as that wet and searing heat begins to apply light pressure, sucking gently at him while the rest of his length is supported by one of Scott's hands.
Part of him is taken off guard by Scott's methodical and slow approach. It's a different side of him, one that's juxtaposed with the frantic grief he'd witnessed the week when an incessant heartbeat echoed throughout the resort's halls, one that's a complete contrast from him yelling earlier about how uncomfortable his costume felt. He'd been practically insisting that everyone in the vicinity be alerted on his ill-fitting outfit.
But here he is now, taking his time and engaging in herculean patience, almost languid in how he chooses to ease Minato closer and closer towards a more carnal pleasure. And though Minato does his best to allow Scott to move at that lazier pace, he can't help the slight twitch of his hips in search of something more. ]
[He doesn't pull back, doesn't hesitate, as he continues to lightly suck on the very tip of Minato's erection, lips fully wrapped around his need and tasting his friend as he continues to leak on his tongue, throat visibly swallowing to taste him without any real shame. It helps that this isn't the first time he's ever given head to another, so Minato is at least experiencing some level of practice from Scott-- especially as he continues to draw more of his length inside his mouth as he continues to shift in his own costume, his own cock pressing more against the spandex. Still something he plans to ignore for the time being, even if his costume is peaking with a visible wet spot.
Not important right now.
A small hum vibrates around his cock as he continues, relenting in giving Minato more. More of the other teen's need disappears further and further into his mouth, lips still persistent and dedicated in keeping them wrapped around his cock-- keeping him enclosed and buried in the heat of his mouth, until he stops against his hand that's gripping his base, right above his still covered scrotum.
With another flick of eyes meeting Minato's, Scott begins to press and rub the lace right against his flushed balls, massaging the material against him as his tongue runs along the side of his still engulfed penis, making random patterns against sensitive flesh and combining the two sensations for him. He wants Minato to really feel good. Why? Should be obvious. Being friends, wanting to make the other person feel good regardless, but... it really is important to Scott.
He just enjoys this. Feeling someone he likes gasp and throb for him. Maybe it helps making this feel like they have a connection-- he wants some intimacy when doing this stuff. Not just having sex because the casino said so. Focusing so intensely helps with that feeling.]
[ The bulge straining against Scott's costume isn't subtle at all, and the darkening damp spot would immediately draw attention to it. But instead of taking in the state of Scott's costume, Minato's gaze is fixated on Scott with his lips wrapped around his cock. The tiny vibrations from his throat are maddening, especially once his entire length rests within the searing heat of Scott's mouth. He can't help the whimper that Scott pries from him as the lace is massaged against his balls, the texture creating a contrast with the smooth and wet cavern of his friend's mouth.
Scott's rewarded with even more pre leaking onto his tongue. Minato's left shuddering, too, as he braces himself with a hand against Scott's shoulder, knees feeling weak as Scott's tongue traces along the side of his cock. ]
S -- Scott,
[ Minato's barely coherent as he throbs against Scott's tongue. Between the leisurely manner that Scott undressed him and way Scott utilizes the fabric of his lingerie, it's not clear how much longer he'll be able to hold on. Even as it stands, he's fully erect within Scott's mouth. ]
[He continues to idly swallow around Minato's erection even as his eyes continue to watch him behind those ever present sunglasses. At a first glance, Scott might look impassive, but there's an eager heat shining beyond those red lens, throat visibly bobbing as he swallows the droplets that land on his tongue. It really seems like the mutant doesn't mind doing this, taking Minato and everything that he's willing to give him, in fact, rewarding him further as he drags the lace against his scrotum-- pressing carefully but firmly against his flushed balls.
Scott wants to tell Minato that it's okay for him to climax just like this, but he's a little too preoccupied to pull away. Not to mention, that he doesn't want to, so adamant in hearing more of those small sounds that are breaking free from the other teen's throat that he doesn't want to stop even for a moment. Instead, he tilts his head just slightly at him, a subtle little nod that he hopes Minato understands, before relaxing his throat and pushing his head just a little closer so that he can fully take him into his mouth, lips now fully secure near the base of his cock. It's like he doesn't want him to go anywhere else.
Another hum, another vibration as he keeps Minato encased inside him, before he tugs the lace further down and lets the cool air brush past his balls-- right before they're warmly gripped by his hand. Palm encircling his sensitive pouch and almost holding him, all the while keeping his mouth wrapped around Minato's pulsating need.]
[ There's a glimpse of Scott's heated gaze behind his sunglasses, one that Minato catches at a certain angle of the light. They're trained directly on him, laser-focused as as he swallows down the increasing beads of pre that drip onto his tongue. The fingers on the hand bracing himself against Scott's shoulder grip at him even harder, trembling as Scott drags more lace against his skin.
Briefly, he thinks to push Scott's shoulder, to nudge him away as a warning that he can't hold on for much longer. But then Scott looks up at him, drawing more of his cock into his throat and stubbornly securing himself there. It's a message clear as day, further cemented in the way Scott tugs his underwear down further to cradle him, coaxing him into finally letting go.
And if that's what Scott desires, then Minato is all too relieved to provide it, feeling himself throb as another wave of maddening vibrations reverberate around his cock. He leans forward with a sharp gasp, his entire body shuddering as he finally spills into Scott's mouth, hot arousal pulsing with every each wave of his own spend. He's alight like a raw nerve, shaking as he desperately tries to keep his hips from accidentally twitching, to stop himself from unintentionally hurting Scott.
He stays there hunched over until there's nothing else to give, a broken whimper tapering off as he begins to soften within Scott's mouth, shallow breaths slowly but surely evening out. In truth, he hadn't been certain on what to expect from Scott, but the heat behind the moment -- it almost makes him wonder whether it was strictly to relieve a physical need. ]
[He feels Minato's orgasm more than anything else, and not just the way his release suddenly rushes into his mouth, but in how his whole body shudders against him with the grip on his shoulder tightening ever so much. It all compounds into something Scott won't ever forget, eyes temporarily flickering closed as he swallows all around Minato's need, taking each pulse with a dedicated swallow and even encouraging him as he palms his heated sac. It's less about enjoying the taste and more of showing Minato that he's willing to take everything that he offers.
And making him feel good.
Scott's eyes reopen to look up at Minato's hunched form, lips still full around his softening cock and thus preventing him from smiling, but he gives one last playful swipe against the side of his length before letting him slip from his mouth. One hand's braced against the side of Minato's pelvis as Scott catches his breath, exhaling lightly against his cock, but otherwise, he doesn't move from his spot.
It's just those ruby quartz sunglasses staring up at Minato.]
[ Each brush of Scott's palm against sensitive skin has an accompanying wave of spend spilling onto the other teen's tongue. It pushes Minato along through the climax, carrying him beyond and into the pleasant buzz of post-orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut as Scott looks up at him, face still flushed from earlier arousal as he catches his breath again, stuttering only as Scott gives him that final playful swipe. ]
I...
[ He didn't dislike it, Minato supposes. ]
...yeah. That -- that was good.
[ ... ]
You're... pretty good.
[ From the moment that Scott helped him shed each layer of his outfit, to the very end right now with one hand against his pelvis, Scott's gone above and beyond about attending to each of his needs. Recognizing all of it, Minato finally opens his eyes and glances down at Scott, swallowing at the sight of the other teen's lips still glistening with saliva and some traces of his spend. ]
[He really can't help but think that Minato looks good like that, face flushed even with the way his ruby quartz filters everything. One day, he hopes to see Minato in full color, but at least his mutation doesn't fully limit the way he can appreciate his friend in his post-orgasmic haze.
Though, he lets out small laugh, almost a huff, hearing him. 'Pretty good.' He guesses he'll accept that. At least this isn't the one time that Kazuya called sex with his older self mediocre--]
Wow, that's what you say after a blowjob? Cool. [His words have no actual bite though.
His tongue passes across his lips, just accepting the remnants of Minato's climax before easily swallowing. Yeah, he simply could've just wiped it off with his hand, but he wanted to take as much as possible. He was set on that goal. And sure, he's still pulsating hard in his costume, but he's fine just jerking off, it won't take long. Minato can blow him another time--]
[ "Pretty good" is definitely better than finding out sex with your older self is mediocre...
Minato can't help but give Scott an exhale, a quiet laugh, upon hearing his sarcastic comment. Perhaps he could have laid the compliments on a little thicker, but he'd thought they accurately captured how he felt in the moment. ]
Maybe I'll have more to say next time.
[ A casual comment that's dropped as he watches Scott lick his lips clean, as if he hadn't practically left open the option of having sex in the future. And speaking of sex in the future... that sure is a tent and a damp patch all over Scott's costume's crotch. He'd almost forgotten this entire encounter began because the other teen was yelling about how terrible his costume felt. ]
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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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Which is fine to Scott. He wants to do more right now too. Feel-- taste Minato directly without anything covering him.]
I know.
[As tempting as it is to continue teasing him this way, explore his trapped erection in the confides of lace, he curls his fingers around the top of Minato's lacy underwear before he gently starts pulling it down-- although only just enough to free that flushed tip and shaft, allowing the cloth to continue clinging to the base of his need as he inches closer with his mouth, lips parting in a warm breath before he takes the head of Minato's arousal into the heat of his mouth.
Eyes closing briefly, he lightly sucks, with one hand gripping the length of Minato in an encouraging grip.]
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Part of him is taken off guard by Scott's methodical and slow approach. It's a different side of him, one that's juxtaposed with the frantic grief he'd witnessed the week when an incessant heartbeat echoed throughout the resort's halls, one that's a complete contrast from him yelling earlier about how uncomfortable his costume felt. He'd been practically insisting that everyone in the vicinity be alerted on his ill-fitting outfit.
But here he is now, taking his time and engaging in herculean patience, almost languid in how he chooses to ease Minato closer and closer towards a more carnal pleasure. And though Minato does his best to allow Scott to move at that lazier pace, he can't help the slight twitch of his hips in search of something more. ]
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Not important right now.
A small hum vibrates around his cock as he continues, relenting in giving Minato more. More of the other teen's need disappears further and further into his mouth, lips still persistent and dedicated in keeping them wrapped around his cock-- keeping him enclosed and buried in the heat of his mouth, until he stops against his hand that's gripping his base, right above his still covered scrotum.
With another flick of eyes meeting Minato's, Scott begins to press and rub the lace right against his flushed balls, massaging the material against him as his tongue runs along the side of his still engulfed penis, making random patterns against sensitive flesh and combining the two sensations for him. He wants Minato to really feel good. Why? Should be obvious. Being friends, wanting to make the other person feel good regardless, but... it really is important to Scott.
He just enjoys this. Feeling someone he likes gasp and throb for him. Maybe it helps making this feel like they have a connection-- he wants some intimacy when doing this stuff. Not just having sex because the casino said so. Focusing so intensely helps with that feeling.]
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Scott's rewarded with even more pre leaking onto his tongue. Minato's left shuddering, too, as he braces himself with a hand against Scott's shoulder, knees feeling weak as Scott's tongue traces along the side of his cock. ]
S -- Scott,
[ Minato's barely coherent as he throbs against Scott's tongue. Between the leisurely manner that Scott undressed him and way Scott utilizes the fabric of his lingerie, it's not clear how much longer he'll be able to hold on. Even as it stands, he's fully erect within Scott's mouth. ]
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Scott wants to tell Minato that it's okay for him to climax just like this, but he's a little too preoccupied to pull away. Not to mention, that he doesn't want to, so adamant in hearing more of those small sounds that are breaking free from the other teen's throat that he doesn't want to stop even for a moment. Instead, he tilts his head just slightly at him, a subtle little nod that he hopes Minato understands, before relaxing his throat and pushing his head just a little closer so that he can fully take him into his mouth, lips now fully secure near the base of his cock. It's like he doesn't want him to go anywhere else.
Another hum, another vibration as he keeps Minato encased inside him, before he tugs the lace further down and lets the cool air brush past his balls-- right before they're warmly gripped by his hand. Palm encircling his sensitive pouch and almost holding him, all the while keeping his mouth wrapped around Minato's pulsating need.]
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Briefly, he thinks to push Scott's shoulder, to nudge him away as a warning that he can't hold on for much longer. But then Scott looks up at him, drawing more of his cock into his throat and stubbornly securing himself there. It's a message clear as day, further cemented in the way Scott tugs his underwear down further to cradle him, coaxing him into finally letting go.
And if that's what Scott desires, then Minato is all too relieved to provide it, feeling himself throb as another wave of maddening vibrations reverberate around his cock. He leans forward with a sharp gasp, his entire body shuddering as he finally spills into Scott's mouth, hot arousal pulsing with every each wave of his own spend. He's alight like a raw nerve, shaking as he desperately tries to keep his hips from accidentally twitching, to stop himself from unintentionally hurting Scott.
He stays there hunched over until there's nothing else to give, a broken whimper tapering off as he begins to soften within Scott's mouth, shallow breaths slowly but surely evening out. In truth, he hadn't been certain on what to expect from Scott, but the heat behind the moment -- it almost makes him wonder whether it was strictly to relieve a physical need. ]
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And making him feel good.
Scott's eyes reopen to look up at Minato's hunched form, lips still full around his softening cock and thus preventing him from smiling, but he gives one last playful swipe against the side of his length before letting him slip from his mouth. One hand's braced against the side of Minato's pelvis as Scott catches his breath, exhaling lightly against his cock, but otherwise, he doesn't move from his spot.
It's just those ruby quartz sunglasses staring up at Minato.]
Liked that?
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I...
[ He didn't dislike it, Minato supposes. ]
...yeah. That -- that was good.
[ ... ]
You're... pretty good.
[ From the moment that Scott helped him shed each layer of his outfit, to the very end right now with one hand against his pelvis, Scott's gone above and beyond about attending to each of his needs. Recognizing all of it, Minato finally opens his eyes and glances down at Scott, swallowing at the sight of the other teen's lips still glistening with saliva and some traces of his spend. ]
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Though, he lets out small laugh, almost a huff, hearing him. 'Pretty good.' He guesses he'll accept that. At least this isn't the one time that Kazuya called sex with his older self mediocre--]
Wow, that's what you say after a blowjob? Cool. [His words have no actual bite though.
His tongue passes across his lips, just accepting the remnants of Minato's climax before easily swallowing. Yeah, he simply could've just wiped it off with his hand, but he wanted to take as much as possible. He was set on that goal. And sure, he's still pulsating hard in his costume, but he's fine just jerking off, it won't take long. Minato can blow him another time--]
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Minato can't help but give Scott an exhale, a quiet laugh, upon hearing his sarcastic comment. Perhaps he could have laid the compliments on a little thicker, but he'd thought they accurately captured how he felt in the moment. ]
Maybe I'll have more to say next time.
[ A casual comment that's dropped as he watches Scott lick his lips clean, as if he hadn't practically left open the option of having sex in the future. And speaking of sex in the future... that sure is a tent and a damp patch all over Scott's costume's crotch. He'd almost forgotten this entire encounter began because the other teen was yelling about how terrible his costume felt. ]
...still need help with that?