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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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Pinned down, Phainon gives his head a furious toss, yanking, bucking, the sweat shining on his body, until he gives himself just a moment's reprieve, chest heaving. ]
Stronger than you look, [ he seethes, begrudgingly impressed. as he speaks through gritted teeth, he plants the flat of his foot on the ground, strength coiling in knotted muscle until he lifts his hips, twisting in an effort to roll over and reverse their positions, ] Almost wish I met you under different circumstances!
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In the few moments where he's got the upper hand and can rest a little bit, Yato laughs breathlessly, forcing his weight down to keep Phainon pinned. His grin never wavers, eyes alight with passion and excitement.]
Thanks, I work out a lot. [That's all he gets to remark on before the other manages to flip them, leading to him hitting the dirt with an OOF and knocking some of the wind out of him. Yet still he laughs, breathless and gasping in order to reclaim some air to speak with.] Me too--! Though we can still make the most of this, don't you think?
[From his position underneath, he rolls his hips suggestively, not even trying to throw Phainon off this time. More like... attempting to entice him into something more.]
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In truth, he likes flirting with death, likes the deadly dance when he and Mydeimos used to clash. The first time, they battered against each other seriously for ten days and ten nights without cease. Once they had become rivals and friends, their battles traded barbs as readily as laughter, knowing the joy only true warriors can find when well-matched in battle.
Nothing and no one in hundreds, thousands, millions of lives could ever match the majesty of his might and sacrifice. But Phainon's heart pounds with adrenaline, his golden blood aflame with that same self-destructive heat; the battle is electrifying, and he'd be lying if he tried to claim it didn't have something to do with the slight plumping of his uncut cock. He can chalk it up to all the rolling around.
Yato's lascivious motion sees Phainon's hand lashing out to seize him by the jaw with a grip that threatens to print the shape of his fingertips on his skin in bruises, yanking him forward off the ground to meet the otherworldly golden sheen that rings the inside of blue irises. His breath puffs warm over his face, the other hand rooting his back to the ground where he's planted it on his chest. ]
Don't get ahead of yourself.
[ His body, on the other hand, has other ideas, and when he feels his cock stir against Yato's thigh, he prays it's not too obvious. He'd like a little plausible deniability. ]
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Though it's rare that anyone could push him into becoming his old, murderous self again; he feels far too strongly and deeply about the sanctity of life to ever run the risk of mauling another to death under any but the most extreme circumstances. Strange for a war god, perhaps, but then, he's always had the desire to make people happy rather than take their lives.
So while Phainon might pressure him and push him to his limits, he would rather surrender than do any actual, lasting harm to the man. Not to say he won't give this fight his all, because he does, grinning wildly despite being grabbed by the jaw with such a ferocious strength that he actually grunts with pain. Yet his lips never waver, quirked up at the corners with amusement.]
I don't think I'm too far ahead, judging by your body's response...
[He shifts his leg to idly rub Phainon's length, encouraging it to harden further while his brilliant blue eyes all but glow with their own light out of excitement. Meanwhile his hands find the other's hips, helping to pull him against his leg.]
Are you new? Let me welcome you and get you started~
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In his heart of hearts, Phainon is, and always will be, a romantic soul. Even in the 'wild' days of his studying at the Grove of Epiphany, what dalliances he permitted himself had never gone as far as consummation. Doesn't mean he's ignorant of the so-called hundred melodies of love; he just hasn't made time for it.
(Laughable, given the mind-boggling number of years of experience crammed into that skull of his.)
All of that means it's been a long, long time, his blood is up, and Yato is willing. Phainon balks, swollen pupils a golden betrayal as he peels his eyes away from him, closes them with a brow knit against the frisson of pleasure as Yato's thigh coaxes his cock to fullness.
...He can't believe he's even considering this. ]
I'm no lurid exhibitionist, [ his voice has grown haggard, ] Fine, then! Better I sate your hunger than some other prey.
[ When he slots his mouth over Yato's, his kiss is crushing, angry, as much a fight as the rest of this encounter. ]
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It's only since being here that Yato's ever engaging in anything remotely romantic or sexual, but he's a quick study and has found that certain things are to his liking. Flustering partners, for one. Getting them to make a mess of themselves is another. He hopes he might do both this time around.
Idly, with annoying languidness, he continues working Phainon up to a full arousal with simply his leg and knee. Those golden eyes are enticing in their own way, reflecting the kind of annoyance Yato has come to expect from his partners. He is a little shit, after all.
But he seems more amiable now than earlier, so yay win?]
Of course not. Prim and proper, right? [He grins at the strain in Phainon's voice.] Oh~? So noble. That's kind of you...
[That's all he manages to get out before his lips are claimed in a rough kiss, earning a moan into it that's almost a purr while his feline ears twitch and tail swishes in delight. This isn't so bad in and of itself... Though he could do with more in general.]
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Then there's the matter of that purr. Phainon, despite everything, snorts; his mouth splits with a smile he can't help against Yato's mouth. Oh, so now it's his turn to tease: ]
...Isn't that sound too cute for the mouth on you?
[ So this is what he wanted... Phainon can't say he's surprised, in hindsight, given the little he's put together since his arrival. This place, the people in it, they're really leaning into this 'hedonist's paradise' bit. With Yato's knee knocked aside, Phainon follows the inseam of his rough-made pants, palm mapping the unseen lines of muscle with tactile appreciation. Palming the shape of Yato's cock through the thin material, he indulges him in a firm squeeze, his thumb hooking into the crude waistband.
Cool air trickles in around the opening, exposing the root and curve of his shaft, but Phainon's eyes are fixed to his face, as though he means to read every tic and twitch. As brief as that glimpse of good humor had been, it's gone now, replaced by focus. ]
Tell me your name.
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Though he takes umbrage at that latest comment, pouting up a storm as he tries to stroke Phainon's cheek.]
Hey, I'm perfectly cute in every way, thank you. Vulgarity can be adorable at the right time.
[Like how he can't help blurting out a curse from the hand groping him along his hardened length, hips wiggling to get more out of the gesture, craving stimulation like nobody's business. Maybe his feline urges are playing a part in making him feel hot all over and needy in the worst possible way. His breath comes out in heavy pants between words, tongue darting out to moisten his lips before answering in a low, sultry voice.]
...Yato. Yours?
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It was that stroke of Yato's hand against his cheek.
It's a surprising gesture from someone who seemed to bristle with a youthful, hot-blooded vigor. Tender, where it was the last thing he expected. Perhaps it was intended to provoke; instead, Phainon stumbles over it a little. He inhales through his nose, as though steeling himself; Yato's need is palpable, and his responsiveness... gratifying. His waistband is dragged down a little further, until the other man's cock springs free. He hasn't taken his eyes off Yato's face for a second, until now. ]
Phainon, [ he doesn't feel it's appropriate to breathe the name of his hometown at a time like this, and licks a wet stripe up the middle of his palm. When he fits it around the fat shape of Yato's cock, it's with a hand callused by decades handling a blade and very warm despite the cool night breeze.
His bicep bunches, the flex of his elbow sending that fist climbing up from the root of his cock, pulling at his flushed skin. At the apex, his index finger and thumb drift, with seeming aimlessness, over the flared tip and its myriad ridges and creases. ] ...Are you Dolosian, Yato?
[ Is it going to be easy to answer questions when Phainon's fist starts gliding up and down the length of his captive cock? Probably not. But this time, he does steal a glance, thumbing the slit at the tip. ]
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Perhaps he shouldn't be so teasing, though he can hardly help it at this point. He's too riled up both from adrenaline and lust to care whether he sends mixed signals. Because it all boils down to one thing: he wants the man on top of him, one way or another. Craves that release that comes from engaging in something more primal... And he gets the first step at least, with his cock being freed from the confines of his pants into the chilly air, making him harden even more.]
Phainon... Pretty name. [He murmurs that sincerely, wriggling about in anticipation as the other man preps himself and then takes hold of his length, earning him a breathless groan as Yato tips his head back a bit, hips jerking lightly.
Yet he still tries to keep his eyes on his new partner, not wanting to miss anything in spite of the pleasure starting to wrack his body. Again, he licks his lips, struggling to remain in place while his cock is treated to such a wonderful motion in the warmth of Phainon's hand.] Hmm? Dunno what that is...
[His cat ears flick curiously, toes curling in his handmade sandals as he pants and whines low, other hand flexing absently from the pleasure that's begun pooling in his loins, precum starting to flow steadily from all the attention being paid to his cock.]
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[ He's responsive and Phainon... likes that. Even if he'd never envisioned being in a situation like this - working his fist over the length of a stranger's cock, so that his predatory instinct won't lead him to attack another - he can't say there aren't aspects of this that don't have a form of desire curdling in his loins.
Destruction might sear his veins, he may have never known Mnestia's blessings of love, but his heart is nonetheless a romantic one. It's why, when he had been so rough with Yato at the start, he curls a hand under his nape and presses a hard kiss to his jaw. ]
So you can behave, [ he observes. The wet sounds as his shuttling fist spreads slick precum along Yato's needy shaft increase as his strokes pick up, purposeful, strong. ]
Keep being good for me, and I'll make sure you're satisfied.
[ Just don't expect to finish yet; when Phainon decided he would wring him out, he meant it - and it means he'll remove his hand when it seems he's about to bring Yato to the brink. Anticipating Yato's displeasure, he's ready to catch his wrists to prevent him from finishing the job himself. ]
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[Although curious indeed, it's not something Yato's going to sweat over. Oh no, he's far too into what they're doing for a simple inquiry to distract him for long. He's not only a man with typical guy urges, but also currently a feline with an equal voracity for attention and affection.
So it is that that the kiss is met with a loud purr and eagerly swishing tail, his body intent on conveying its pleasure in the hopes of gaining more such gestures. He, too, is a romantic at heart, and while it's unlikely either of them will find love from a single night, there can always be some adoration developed, right?]
Mmm... Of course... 'm a good boy. [Just a playful, slightly misbehaving one. Though he certainly settles down into a more agreeable sort with Phainon's hand riding his cock's length, to the point of making him gasp and pant needily, eyes scrunching up as he swallows the saliva that threatens to escape the corner of his mouth.]
Ehehe, alright then, Phainon~
[He teases his name on his lips, enjoying the sound of it much more than he does the abrupt cessation of pleasure. A whine escapes from him and he does precisely what the other man assumes - tries to finish himself off, only to be stopped midway. Eyes fly open and form a glare that's more pout than anger as he gazes at Phainon.]
Why--?
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Do you trust me to show you something good?
[ The long and terrible journey has made him... strategic, in ways he wasn't before. It's a mindset that invites ruthless decisiveness, but there is no danger of brutality anymore. This time, the slide of his cheek against his seems an imitation of his own amorous advance at the start of their encounter. By design, an attempt to appeal to his transformed instincts. ]
To build a bonfire, you must feed it, [ he whispers, following his throat with his lips, ] Too much at once, and the glut of wood smothers the flames.
But, [ a kiss stamps him wet at the hollow of his throat, ] Build it up, a little at a time...
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I do...
[Claws languidly flex, not out of malice, but contentment at potentially being treated to some more pleasure. He's glad they've moved past their fight, as fun as it was, and on to something more wholesome, if anything so lewd could be considered as such. His chest bubbles with happiness at the affectionate cheek rub and he can't help squirming a bit in anticipation.]
Hnngh... I suppose so... [His murmur comes with reluctant agreement; he sees what he's getting at, but still... He craves more.] Or you could always pour a bunch of fuel on it...
[He laughs a bit at that, though it quickly turns into a throaty moan.] ...or maybe not. The ratio of air and fuel has to be right...
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Phainon again snorts quietly, amused in spite of himself. Yato really needs to quit that - here he was, fully down with a scrap in the middle of the forest to let off some steam, and this... chaotic gremlin of a man keeps hitting him in the cuteness aggression. He sighs hard through his nose, and, testing the waters of Yato's patience, he releases one of his wrists.
Provided that Yato doesn't immediately make to grab, Phainon's callused palm will follow the line of his arm, his fingers encircling his bicep as it migrates up towards his shoulder, squeezing, kneading at muscle. ]
I won't say it'll be easy, I only promise satisfaction, [ he continues, pushing his hand inside Yato's robe, rucking it over one pectoral. For someone as strong as he is, Phainon's a little
disappointedsurprised to find such a lithe body under his hands; he has spirit, though, and that more than counts for something.Sorry, also, for leaving traces of Yato's own precum everywhere he touches. He didn't promise he'd be clean after he was finished with him. ] Take a deep breath now, Yato. Let it out slowly.
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(Un?)fortunately for them both, Yato is an expert at defusing situations - usually ones he's caused, but. That's neither here nor there right now. The fact is that he is, as he claims, a well-behaved fellow when given a reason to be, and thus makes no move to grab or otherwise upend their positions of power. If Phainon promises to make him feel good (and he has thus far), then he has zero complaints except perhaps wishing things were proceeding a little quicker. But he'll beggars can't be choosers; he'll survive.
He just might be a raging little shit about it.]
Oh~? Now you've got me curious... I mean, I'm up for a challenge. [Sorry to disappoint, though, Phainon. For all the muscle that the war god has, he's got a slender frame to go with it, being able to fit into a teenager's school uniform if necessary. (Don't ask. It's ain't pretty.)
Although for all the mess being made of himself, Yato seems surprisingly okay with it for now, valuing the prospect of pleasure over remaining pristine. Though the order has him blink curiously, doing as asked by taking a deep breath before allowing it to leave his lungs in a slow exhale.]
/puts my hand on my face
[ There's a point to this, and it's not just a distraction; even in battle, pausing to fill his lungs helps quiet the tumult strife brings. The same goes for anything that fans to life the embers of instinct. Panic, distress, exhilaration. The reward for obedience is the feeling of Phainon's smile against his throat, and the way that hand exits his robe to scrub his cheek in a pleasant rumple. ] Nicely done!
-And they say you can't teach a cat tricks.
[ Minutes since Phainon put his foot in his mouth and may have come across like an asshole: 0 ]
LMAO
[Though what he was expecting is nothing like what he gets: a rather patronizing, if affectionate scritch on his cheek which quickly twists into a full blown pout as Phainon has to go and spoil things by phrasing it like that. Huffing irritably, his tail lashes about and ears flatten to reflect his growing annoyance and diminishing arousal.]
You did all that just to pull that card?
[He snorts out an irate breath, hand abruptly snapping out to try snagging his temporary trainer by the wrist in order to try reversing their positions, rolling them both so that he's instead sitting on Phainon's hips with his neglected cock prodding him in the leg.]
How about I show you why cats are independent, huh?!
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The point was to give him a cooling-down period, and to that effect, he could claim success. Just... to the tune of rubbing a cat's fur the wrong way, and now comes the perhaps inevitable comeuppance. His 'trainer' has just enough time to report a subvocal note of surprise as his wrist is grabbed, and then world spins. His breath gusts out of him as his back - and the back of his head - raps against the ground.
Chasing it is a wheezed: ] Easy-! [ ...On account of Yato sitting uncomfortably close to his vulnerable, if partially flaccid cock. As for his "question"--
Phainon's free hand is quick to fit itself around Yato's shaft, the slow, indulgent squeeze of his fingers leads to the drag of his thumb, pulling loose skin away from his flushed tip. His chin lowers, the platinum corona of his hair falling into his eyes. ] You're welcome to try.
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The purpose of such exercises eludes him, as all he knows is Phainon meant to tease and torment him with idle praise and pretty words rather than reward him with anything of substance. Thankfully Yato's still not out for blood, merely revenge in the form of them both getting some pleasure from this encounter, even if he has to do all the work. If Phainon is new, he might not get a card out of it, but at least it'll quell the lustful urges the moon has brought out in him.
Though aiming to rub their cocks together is the goal, he doesn't immediately force that upon the other man, not when he so quickly takes hold of Yato's own and strokes him, giving him partially what he craves and earning a pleased grunt in the process.]
Tch... I'll do more than try... Everybody always underestimates me, and it pisses me off--!
[Jerking lightly in his grasp, he returns the favor by getting his hand around Phainon's length too, carefully massaging him back to full height. Then he inches forward to brush their budding erections together, encouraging him to grasp them both at once.]
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Yeah? [ he challenges, dragging his palm up the underside of that captive cock, wrapping fingers over his swollen glans, and on the downward pass, thumbs a slit still dewy with his precum. ] A fighting spirit suits you better than sulking.
[ The hot flesh twitches gently in Yato's fist; Phainon lifts his head off the ground with a short gasp, not expecting it or the attention that plumps his cock to fullness. Even with the distraction of Yato's clever fingers, he's a tactile man, and much too active to lie back obediently. Where he was disappointed in the lack of bulk to back up his strength, Phainon discovers something else to his liking: as his other hand skates up underneath Yato's robe, now resting on his shoulders, open, exposing his lithe body and the jut of his flushed cock, he discovers his more slender waist fits well in his hand.
Oh. Oh, he really likes that, and his cock twitches again in Yato's fist. But, as the other man shifts above him, lining up their disparate erections, Phainon's palm cups his ass to adjust him, fingers dimpling into pliant flesh. ]
I see your determination, [ he adjusts his grip, fingers unfurling from around Yato's hot length to cleave his own fatter girth against his, ] Let's see if you've the endurance to match.
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Something he hopes to do in return, fingertips dancing over his swollen length until he's ramrod straight. Using a couple fingers, he massages the head of his cock, milking it for precum to ease his ministrations before continuing further. He's somewhat glad the other man isn't the sort of pillow queen to simply lay sprawled out doing nothing; it's much more fun if both parties are engaged in active participation, after all. He quite likes having those strong hands on him, too, making him feel wanted and appreciated.
With their lengths pressed hard against one another, he breathes out low and slow, trying to not overdo it and hyperventilate from being overwhelmed. This particular method of play is something new he's wanted to try, so now's as good a chance as any in his book. Though he's obliging, shifting as Phainon grips him and directs his hips in a particular direction.]
Heh, you better believe it... [With sweat trickling down his temple to his cheek, he reaches his free hand up to brush his bangs back a bit, tongue running over his lips to moisten them. Then he's starting to slowly pump them both together.] I'm not a god for nothing--!
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His experience - such as it is - has consistently been to fully take charge, to pour all his attention onto the other, just as their fulfilled desires fill his cup in return. But this seems how Yato wants him, and he'll accept that, but never in a passive state. As his hands roam, strong, callused fingers dimpling pliant muscle, he realizes in a mixture of approval and surprise that Yato's breathing has become deliberate, measured.
Phainon's thick cock is drooling freely, a silken line of clear pre glistening along Yato's fingers and pooling between the knotted muscles of his abdomen. Even the sound of their twined fists over them grows, slick and sticky, the hint of a deep rumble entering Phainon's slow exhales. ]
That so- [ he huffs a sound like a laugh, not scornful but ironic ] -interesting. Then let me teach you a different lesson, god.
[ Without preamble, Phainon swaps out the hand he's using to stroke them, fitting it over the back of Yato's hand to overlap his fist. As for where the other goes, well. They're busy painting a slick stripe down the cleft of Yato's ass, not for his puckered hole, but for the smooth perineum between it and his sack. Some may call that playing dirty, he likes to call it playing for keeps. ]
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So despite a thousand-plus years of life experience, his sexual journey had only started a mere four months or so ago. Perhaps that's why he's perfectly accepting of Phainon leading the charge, his confidence inspiring the same in Yato as his rough hands roam and explore, leading him to feeling all manner of sensations tingling over his skin and in the pit of his stomach. To say nothing of the throbbing pleasure that comes from his cock being stroked and squeezed.
Feelings that are helped along by not only their slick lubing up their hands, but the other man's almost feral growl making his blood run even warmer than it already does thanks to the moon above their heads. Yato's tail half wraps around one of Phainon's legs, the twip twitching excitedly while his ears continue craning forward.]
Oh...? I'm all ears~ Be my gue--st!!
[Or so he'd like to think before that wandering hand slides over sensitive virgin skin, making him jump and moan loudly all at once before he can't help leaning backwards into the touch, a faint whimper escaping as he continues rocking to get the best of both worlds. Playing for keeps, indeed... Though dirty tricks also qualifies, he's not going to complain. Much.]
Hnngh... Unfair... [It's said like he doesn't really mind, however. More that he's eager for the movements to continue.]
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[ There's a tail hooked around one leg, so it's the other that Phainon moves; first his knee bends, likely knocking Yato forward when his thigh bumps against his backside. His heel tucks up close to the back of his own thigh, and as muscle bunches and his abdomen tightens, Phainon surges upright. His knee drops as he rises, an arm encircles Yato to catch him before he ends up potentially spilled onto the ground on his back.
It means that the white-haired man is now hovering over him again, on his knees, with Yato's thighs spread over his lap. Phainon's hand is still fisted over Yato's cock, his own weeping a thin thread of precum over Yato's belly. With the tip of his nose brushing his cheek, he turns his face towards his, one eye and its pupil, glowing like a gold sun in a sky of blue, observing him closely. ]
No more teasing, [ he promises, the gravel of his voice speaking of fraying restraint, ] I know what you want, now let me feed that hunger of yours.
[ Provided Yato doesn't immediately fight him on this, the position does make it a lot easier for him to stroke his cock indulgently in one fist, with the other hand free to push open his thighs and thumb along that virgin patch of skin behind his balls, where the root of Yato's cock sinks into his body, and the depression that, pushed just so, can bring a strong man to his knees. ]
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