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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.
Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】
CAMPING
GETTING OFF THE GRID
As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
HOME ON THE RANGE
Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
ACTIVITIES
TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT
Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
HOWLING
CALL OF THE WILD
Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
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For now, he settles his hands on Phainon's strong shoulders to help him remain steady, and when Phainon leans in, Dan Heng smooths one up and against his nape. Cloudhymn still moves, from both hands now, pressing gently against Phainon's skin, a promise of cool water and breeze.
"You don't always have to be fine," he says quietly, after a moment, for it's quite clear how hard Phainon is straining to stand tall, to not allow himself to be cared for, and Dan Heng understands that sentiment in more ways than Phainon might expect - but it takes time to learn such lessons, and he won't push. Still, he chuckles. ".. we should still get you to your tent anyway, I think. For entirely different reasons."
Reasons being Phainon's clear interest ramping up. Warm breath against his pointed ear makes Dan Heng shiver pleasantly, but he'll do what he can to try maneuvering Phainon away from the kitchen area - unless he resists, and would rather, you know, fuck right here by the fire pit.
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Since then, he imbibed sparingly of Phagousa's blessed brew, kept a watchful eye on the merrymaking, and often escorted those who succumbed to the goddess's sweet and temporary madness to their beds. Phainon is lucid enough to recognize its echo in Dan Heng's guidance. It scrapes his pride bloody, despite how he aches to press his friend's lithe body to anything solid enough to brace them both and kiss him breathless, as though he were a student at the Grove again, venting his youthful energy in the arms of the willing.
"Watch me," he counters, his quiet voice low and playful, "I can be as fine as you need." He's... lost the lede, thoughts as syrupy as the sky, running through the limbs above like molten glass before his unfocused eyes.
Phainon recognizes both the point Dan Heng tries to make as well as his own impropriety; it just seems like a really great idea. He's still tethered to Dan Heng's belt loop by the hook of a finger, jostling him as his chin drops to the other man's shoulder as they pick their way into the treeline. Wherever there's a clearing large enough for a tent, they'll find one. Phainon's is marked by a blue tarp he has strung up over the fire pit, tethered to two trees on one side and secured to two poles on the other.
Dan Heng is pushed up against the last tree, his hand spread over the center of his chest, the greater bulk and height of the other man crowding him back against the rough bark. The way he's touched him, gentle, soothing away the feverish heat, is twisted and misshapen through the lens that stains Phainon's perspective. This is what his friend wants, he thinks, or else why would he shiver? Why would his voice carry the warmth of laughter?
The tip of his nose brushes his cheek, the shell of his ear, palm smoothing up his chest to trace his throat with his thumb, to follow the line of his jaw as he cradles his face.
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And even if he had tried.. well, given the friends he keeps, Dan Heng likely would've been stalwartly holding the same role as Phainon. Designated driver.
Nevertheless, things are different here at the resort, and when Phainon pushes him up against the hard trunk of a nearby tree, Dan Heng's breath leaves him. He worries, distantly, for Phainon's well being, about how he might feel once this fevered haze passes, but trying to reason with someone drugged by the House is fruitless. All he can do is try to ease it, and assure Phainon after the fact that he's enjoyed himself.
Lifting his hands, Dan Heng cradles Phainon's jaw with cool palms, his luminous eyes flickering up to study those handsome features. "Breathe for me," he says quietly, then drags his fingers through his short silvery hair, soft against his skin. The pressure of Phainon's hand against his chest is enough to make Dan Heng's skin prickle pleasantly.
Taking the initiative for himself, Dan Heng slides one hand down Phainon's chest and abdomen, hooking his fingers into the knot of his robe's belt, tugging it loose.
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He must have been a real handful. Right now, he's Dan Heng's problem, and there's a not insignificant chance that Phainon's going to come away from this feeling like a heel and, consequently, grateful for the grace he's being given.
His cool hands cradle the hard, hot lines of his jaw, and Phainon's head leans to the side, sighing in relief, his lashes sweeping his cheeks. Breathe, he instructs, and with a slight nod, he does, through his nose and then, steadying himself against him, out through his mouth. The drag of Dan Heng's slender fingers through his pale hair makes his scalp tighten in sweet appreciation; for his trouble, he tucks his face into the slope of his neck, catching a taste with an open-mouthed kiss that's anything but chaste.
Even at the baths, Phainon is careful to preserve his propriety, securing a towel around his waist. Any slips that threaten his modesty are accidental, like a corner flipping carelessly over a cheek as he steps into or out of a bath at the Marmoreal Palace. That he isn't trying to snag that robe as it begins to slip down his hips has a lot less to do with modesty and more to do with the way he's been trying to push that hand down between Dan Heng's thighs.
He pulls back, swaying a little, blinking blearily down. Something's not right.
"Huh..?" He is today years old and just discovering Vidyadhara physiology. Where is your dick?!
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Anyway, about his dick -
".. ah, um. Right. I should explain, but.."
It might be easier just to walk him through it. Dropping one hand, Dan Heng closes his fingers over Phainon's, guiding him, dragging his fingers through the slit of his vent, which is already beginning to grow slick.
"Just touch me here.. and try not to be too surprised."
For if Phainon does as instructed, he'll soon begin to feel a protrusion - two protrusions, in fact, as Dan Heng's cocks begin to swell from the stimulation, his exhale trembling.
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"Skip the explanation," he says, "I think I have an idea."
Phainon's fingers withdraw slowly, and for a moment the tip of one is chained to his slightly parted vent by a glistening line, barely thicker than silk spun by a spider. He brings his fingers to his mouth, and doesn't meet his eyes until he's tasting him, a glint of blue and gold beneath the fan of his lashes, the white curtain of his hair.
With a smile arcing his mouth, he ducks to press a hard kiss to Dan Heng's cheek, gently leaning his weight on the two hands he places over his chest to press him back against the trunk behind him.
"If you don't like it," his brow is hot where he presses it against Dan Heng's for a moment, "Tell me what you do, and leave it to me."
Sinking to his knees in the leaf-strewn forest floor, he presses another kiss just above the jut of one hip, another lower along the crease, his pale hair brushing over his belly. The feverish warmth of one palm grasps him by the other hip, his lips reaching his vent, but it's the wet, soft muscle of his tongue that presses in where his fingers had delved, slowly licking a wet stripe up inside the soft, slick interior, and another, and another, eager, indulgent.
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But that won't be an issue. Phainon touches him without hesitation, without flinching, and that's all that Dan Heng needs in order to feel comfortable. He hums softly, closing his eyes and shifting his hips as those clever fingers glide between his thighs, touching and exploring and building arousal until suddenly they are gone, and Dan Heng frowns.
"You -" he starts, then stops the moment Phainon smiles like that, curved and wicked and promising more. He sinks down to his knees, and Dan Heng feels a punch of excitement in his gut, hot anticipation blooming in his belly even before Phainon's mouth presses between his thighs. Those kisses, tracing the ridge of his hip, make Dan Heng shiver, one hand slipping into Phainon's soft hair, and when he feels the drag of that warm tongue at last he groans, eyes flickering closed, head resting back against the tree trunk behind him.
"That's.. mmn. Ah.. that's good," he whispers, gently dragging his short claws against Phainon's scalp. "Very good. I do like it.."
Likes it enough, in fact, that his cocks are emerging all the more readily now, thick and ridged, a soft powder blue color, save for the blush pink tips.
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Dan Heng sounds good like this, looks good like this, when Phainon lifts his eyes past the pale veil of his hair to see him, the long line of smooth chest and slender throat pointing to his head, tipped back. The tacit encouragement spurs him to chase the places that provoke a sigh, a groan, and all manner of involuntary movements that speak of the pursuit of pleasure.
More than once, the slither of his tongue inside that slick slit brushes up against his emerging cocks, until he can no longer avoid acknowledging them - or, rather, admiring, a little baffled. His hands, roaming his body all the while, kneading in wordless appreciation of lean muscle, go still in favor of this new discovery.
“I have,” he starts with a breathless and wondering laugh, “So many questions, but allow me to start with just one. Two questions, actually.”
He drifts fingers over one of the two, caressing gently, until he curls his fist around the blushing shaft, “Do they feel things differently from one another?”
And, following a pause to lick up the side of the second, only to angle a boyish grin around the protrusion, “Do they find release as one?” Just how much of a mess is he standing (kneeling) to make of him?
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Then come the questions, and Dan Heng exhales a breathless laugh, smoothing the hair back from Phainon's eyes with long fingers.
"They feel differently, mm, yes.. " he murmurs, biting his lip. "Like each of my arms feels differently." Phainon's fingers curl around him, and Dan Heng's eyelids flutter low, his hips rolling forward, pushing his cocks into the circle of those curious fingers. "As for your second question.. yes, they do."
So Phainon is certainly in for a bit of a mess, one way or another; thankfully the lake is not so very far from here. But Dan Heng isn't worrying about that - he's learned to take the mess of lovemaking in stride.. to even enjoy it, sometimes, when he is in the proper mood. Humming, Dan Heng rocks his hips again, pleasure blooming in his belly, a slow crawl toward the end - he is happy to take his time.
"Any more questions..?"
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And throughout Dan Heng’s explanation, Phainon doesn’t let up on his unhurried exploration; when the young man rolls his hips to shove his twinned cocks through the swordsman’s callused fist, he seeks to fit both swollen tips in his mouth. Clumsily, because he’s never taken two at once, and there’s cooling pre smeared on his lip by the time he gets them properly riding the velvet of his tongue.
That second rock pushes him deeper, bringing Phainon’s fist up against Dan Heng’s parted vent, drooling past the imperfect seal around both shafts over his thumb, wrist, chin. The deep, gratified sound he rumbles around his cocks is near to a growl, lashes sweeping his cheeks.
Phainon pulls back shortly after his question, gasping past the string of spit chaining his kiss bitten lips to one of those swollen cocks.
“Just one,” he pants, but that glint in his eye speaks of cheek, even as he speaks a term of endearment he only reserves for the two saviors from beyond Amphoreus’s sky. “Are you gonna hold back on me, partner?”
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Dan Heng wants to close his eyes to better savor it, but he doesn't - more than that, he wants to see Phainon's face, his clear, bright eyes, and how warm and flushed he looks, how debauched already, with his wet lips and his lax smile. He's so painfully handsome, and the kind heart beneath it all makes him even more attractive to Dan Heng.
A soft, breathless laugh passes his lips.
".. should I need to?" he says, his voice rough, and Dan Heng bites his lip, fingers still smoothing through Phainon's pale hair. "I won't. Just tell me if I go too far."
The dragon in his blood is, after all, far more riled than it had been when last they'd seen one another, and it can be difficult for even Dan Heng to control, despite his infinite well of cool patience.
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"Anything you throw at me," Phainon challenges, eyelids half-masted and the arc of his mouth slanted towards sly, "I can take. Keep those enchanting eyes of yours right down here." The swordsman won't hold it against him if he doesn't manage it - particularly if Phainon's allowed front row seats to see his friend lose himself in pleasure.
Time to put his Balance Coins where his mouth is. Phainon slots both swollen heads between his lips, lashes fanning his cheeks as he maps out the subtle differences between them with the slick exploration of his tongue. Flattening his fist out over his belly, thumb beneath the base of each cock, Phainon sinks over the twinned shafts, the sound of their progress through hollowed cheeks obscene for the imperfect seal of his lips. As they bump up against his soft palate, he huffs around them, breathing through a reflex that threatens to close his throat against the imminent intrusion. In an excess of confidence, he pushes on anyway.
When he coughs and comes away sputtering, ropes of spit, sticky and thick, cling to his glistening flesh. Phainon pushes back in, undeterred - more enthusiastic now in the face of a challenge.
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But that smile disappears soon enough, when Phainon gets back to work, opening his mouth wide in an attempt to accommodate both of Dan Heng's cocks, leaving him weak-kneed as he leans back against the tree again. A low, soft groan passes his lips, and Dan Heng almost immediately shuts his eyes - but forces them open again, watching Phainon at work, the way his lips go pink, the lewd sounds that he makes.. all of it atop the pleasure of his warm mouth.
Then he's coughing, and Dan Heng immediately starts, smoothing his hand through Phainon's hair, but before he can respond that mouth is stubbornly around him again.
"Be careful.." he says breathlessly, his voice cut through with pleasure. "Don't push yourself too far."
Neither of Dan Heng's cocks are particularly enormous, but together they are certainly quite a lot. Still, he groans as that prickling warmth spreads over him again, his tail coiling around to brush against Phainon's hip, before slithering between his thighs.
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Heat still bakes the roots of Phainon's white hair, the mouth encasing both shafts hot and wet, and despite the convulsion of his throat and the traces of gradually-evaporating damp that stick his lashes together, he seems more energized than uncomfortable. In equal parts gratification and to reassure, he answers Dan Heng's concern with a chesty hum that terminates as a rumble at the back of his throat, his lashes fanning his flushed cheeks.
It feels good to have him crowding his mouth and under his hands like this, and better when Phainon peeks past sticky lashes to spy the root of a moving tail as it brushes against him. The sound as both cocks slide out of his mouth is nearly sopping; he surges up on his knees to shuffle closer, to press the heated shape of his own cock against the firm, supple appendage. Easier said than done, when he's so hard its fattened tip knocks against his belly, its jut higher than the teasing slither of his tail.
"You want to touch me? Help yourself," he's curled one fist around one cock, the shuttling grip gliding on the thick spit coating the blushing length to a glossy shine, but his lips are focused on the underside of the other. The heel of his other palm is pushed against the curve of his groin beneath his vent, thumb pushing backwards between his thighs, while his fingers are splayed across the vent split by the twinned roots of his cocks. Swallowing down the second one, he rolls his neck, pushing the buried glans against the velvet of his tongue.
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.. but he somehow developed a warm heart despite it all, which means that he can appreciate Phainon's words, even if their clear sincerity makes him blush. He's quick to begin forgetting it though as the man gets right back to work, sucking at his cocks with fervent abandon, making his knees buckle again. The sound alone is nearly enough to drive him to finish, but not just yet, and not without warning.
"Yes.. I do," he murmurs, because Dan Heng is not a selfish lover, he wants Phainon to enjoy himself as well, and pleasing him pleases Dan Heng in turn.
So his tail coils more tightly, pushing up against the full length of Phainon's cock, surprisingly strong, like the body of a snake, all firm muscle and soft, smooth scales. That muscle ripples, rubbing along the underside of Phainon's thick erection, smearing precum against skin and scales both. Hands still buried in silver hair, Dan Heng shifts his hips, hitching them forward with thin restraint, holding back the urge to fuck into the wet heat of Phainon's mouth.
"I'm close." Dan Heng's voice is a rough whisper, each breath more labored than the last, the visible tightening in his abdomen more than enough to make his nearness abundantly clear.
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That's music to his ears, sweet praise for a job well done, and Phainon should be embarrassed for how much he aches for it. There's an urgent sound, affirmative and hungry and just this hard on the consonants to be suggestive of an epithet muffled around one of Dan Heng's cocks, when that tail coils around Phainon's swollen erection, squeezing with enough pressure to steal his breath.
The hand that grasps at one cheek of Dan Heng's ass digs fingers into his flesh, and under his sweat-damp hair, Phainon's brow knits together in an agonized concentration. His wrist pivots, twisting the circle of his fist around his other cock, wringing pleasure as he swallows the other down.
A little ironic, then, that it's Phainon who tumbles over the edge first, stifling a broken moan around Dan Heng's cock as his own spasms, painting the bark between Dan Heng's legs white in thick ropes.
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"If you want to pull away - "
Oh, but there's little enough time. Dan Heng feels it when Phainon comes, hot ropes of spend spurting against the tree, and leaking down over the scales of Dan Heng's tail. When combined with the low, rough moan that vibrates around his cock, that's more than enough.
With a deep groan, Dan Heng arches away from the tree's trunk, his shoulders pushing against it as he peaks, flooding Phainon's mouth with spend as both cocks twitch, the second spilling hot over Phainon's greedy fingers. Dan Heng sees stars, his thighs trembling as he fights to keep his eyes open, to watch the way Phainon takes him, the way he pleases him so eagerly and selflessly.
Exhaling hard, Dan Heng sags against the tree, feet arching, digging clawed toes into the soil and grass for purchase as he fights to catch his breath. "Mmn.. good.." he whispers, one hand stroking gently through Phainon's silvery hair.
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-Maybe he'd have considered it, if only to spare themselves the hassle of cleaning up the inevitable mess, if he'd had a clearer head. He enjoys it, nonetheless, the way Dan Heng's cock seems to grow harder still, crowding up his mouth and his fist in the moments before he spasms; the pleasure that sweeps his mind clean for one fleeting moment, in a way typically reserved for the most lethal potential in battle. It's been a while, and Phainon finds himself less prepared than he expected for the aftermath, for the way that the hot and cooling crawl of Dan Heng's spend on his shoulder and down his back makes him buzz, for the taste of him thick in his mouth and dripping down his chin, bitter and strong.
The sound he sighs is nothing short of gratified when he hears Dan Heng hum his whispered praise. Phainon's fist wrings one cock of its dregs, slow and easy, lets the other one soften in his drenched mouth, his tongue pulling the taste of him off his softening flesh.
Climbing slowly, slowly towards his blushing tip, he lifts his eyes, clearer and satisfied in their focus. At the apex of his cock, a pearlescent bead forms between his spent glans and Phainon's lips, swept away by his tongue. The back of his hand drags the mess from his chin, though it's anyone's wonder why he bothers. The other cock is getting the same treatment, his mouth, his tongue kissing the taste of him off his softening flesh.
Don't mind him as he drinks in the view. There's only so much Phainon can do about the debauched mess of him, his palm petting up Dan Heng's thigh, his hip, his belly as he leans into the touch of his hand in his pale hair.
"I'd ask if you have oil," he groans good-naturedly, nosing into Dan Heng's palm as he turns his head towards it. His voice is dragging and his jaw is sore, but the fever that had taken him has broken, "And take you there, if that's your tent," he suggests, eyes cutting towards the shelter they... didn't quite make their way to, "But first-"
He plucks Dan Heng's hand from his hair, stamping a kiss into his palm before turning away. There's a bucket of water near the campfire that he intends to use to address the worst of his mess, first - and dunks his head into it. Water scatters in an arc as he throws back his head, drenching his shoulders. It's shockingly cold, but goes a long way to clearing his spinning head.
Unfortunately for Dan Heng, he also gives his head a vigorous shake, scattering water everywhere.