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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 TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
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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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Well. Maybe also enjoying, if all the reactions are something to go off. That cute little noise cutting off his words, his hips pressing in need of more stimulation. It gets rewarded with another lick- tongue broad and long, able to touch almost all of him with each swipe, tilting his head to hit another angle, and short canid whiskers ticking at the innermost part of his thigh. Blowjobs are absolutely out of the question with his muzzle and teeth, but at least this is working well enough.]
Fuck off about helping me. You've done it plenty. [There's no heat in the comment, and he presses a rough, pawpadded hand to Scott's inner thigh, fingers curling but making sure not to bite the skin with those thick claws. His human hands aren't exactly smooth, but this is a step past that. At least the stupid thick fur is soft enough to make up for it?
He won't argue at being an asshole. That's true. But he does cock his head in a way that is a little too confused-dog at the next comment. It's just for a moment, before he huffs in return.]
Yeah? I'll remember this is what you're into.
[He tucks his muzzle down again, mouth opening to curl the tongue more and catch and lift Scott's balls for just a moment with the next swipe-- but pauses at the hand on his head. Petting. The pointed ears flatten slightly, but to the side, not back-- almost as if relaxing into it. There's also a soft noise from behind him as he pretends not to notice the affections, tail swishing lazily from one side to the other and brushing the ground as it does. It's stupid, but-- it feels nice. The hand in his hair (fur), just sort of carefully touching, as opposed to the rough grabs and hair pulls he's usually used to getting during sex.
Another lick catches his scrotum and perineum, curling under him and between his legs, before he gives a half-amused hum.]
Guess I should've known it'd end up like this, after the way you found me here.
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It helps that Shinjiro is just so warm now, warmer than before, a balm against the chill that's seeped into the tent otherwise. The main things he can acknowledge is feeling warm and a heat slamming into him harder than before, and it really is hard to grasp any of that control that he's lately been priding himself with. A leader that helps his friends and...]
That's not what I said--
[But another choked out cry as that tongue starts sliding right against his balls, effectively shutting him up once more and yet again making another convincing argument that all of this is actually pretty fucking good and he more than just accepts this. His balls drip the same saliva that's glinting off his now flushed erection, his face mirroring that heat because is he already that hard? Yeah, he is, Scott biting his lip for a moment even as he manages to keep his hand against the fur atop Shinjiro's transformed head. Burrowing, stroking, at least it really doesn't feel like petting a dog, because that's a weird thought, but something different in a good way because he knows Shinjiro is in there and he's obviously responding and enjoying the contact.
Despite his initial intimidating appearance, he really is just. Soft. His fur is soft, and seeing how this gentle expression of running his fingers through it affect him... he continues. Maybe if his brain wasn't already halfway goop, he'd tease Shinjiro a little, but he can only burrow his free hand against the sleeping bag as quick, breathy pants come out from him-- an almost whine breaking out as his tongue continues its path downward and teases more sensitive nerves. It all prompts Scott to lift one spread leg, the one that isn't being held apart, to curl over his shoulder and pressing down against more warm fur and packed strength.
Yeah, an invitation, because he figures that something in Shinjiro is calling for it and okay fine, maybe... maybe a small part of him is curious.]
...Yeah. I mean I didn't expect you to transform into a wolfman during the night, but. Casino shit. [He thinks he should get a medal for managing all that.] And. I like it.
[Like doing this with him, really.]
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And... the petting is nice? Like a soft sort of praise, or appreciation. It's stupid, but it feels better than it should. The steady motions of a hand on his head, fingers tracing through the fur. It isn't arousing or sensual but-- it still catches in his chest, a half-sense of belonging. Or maybe just being wanted.
Scott's leg comes up over his shoulder, and it gives him the space to tuck down even more. While most of him is fluffy and warm, the tip of his nose probably is a little less so: It brushes his sac as he rolls his tongue farther back, catching the soft skin and the ridged sphincter, lingering for an extra few moments there, tongue flexing against him, before swiping across it as he pulls back enough to talk..]
You basically said it. You comfortable like this?
[Just a check in to make sure no one gets a muscle cramp in their thigh or something. Scott's seemed pretty flexible so far, physically and with what he'll tolerate, but he can't imaging anything worse than going at it and getting a goddamn charlie horse from hiking you leg up like that.
Just to make it difficult for Scott to respond, though, he doesn't wait for the answer before he returns his tongue to work. It's hot, entirely too wet, and likely sounds as obscene as anything else in the resort. The slick noise of flesh meeting and separating, the huffing of breath against thighs, the weird slurping noise that someone can't help but make with their mouth hanging open and wet, saliva coating his skin and glinting in the shitty lanternlight. Eventually he will pause and respond to Scott's final comment there, though-- which also lets him catch his breath a bit better.]
...Good. Maybe you can even stop worrying about other people for a night. [It's the pot calling out the kettle, sure-- but Scott had done the same for him. Been a mental support several times. A physical one. Always with that cocky but caring attitude and those stupid red glasses.]
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Is he breathing? Something's definitely caught in his chest just from that initial swipe, and Scott can only nod, voice gone for a few seconds before he finally manages something. He knows that being able to give his full consent is important, so...]
Yeah. [Except wow that was such a breathy little exhale, Scott's eyes flaring behind his sunglasses as he starts to lightly scratch against the top of Shinjiro's head. It's honestly getting harder and harder to talk, and maybe the other teen already planned for that, because he's pressing back down and--]
A-ah, Shinjiro! Fuck...!
[All accompanied by a wordless whine as his head jerks back, mouth agape as low moans release from the depths of him and unable to be contained as he feels that all too hot and wet muscle start sliding past that initial ring of resistance. Delving, sinking in just a bit, exploring and slicking his walls, all the while his anus clenches and unclenches around his tongue like he's not sure if he wants to try and resist or fully welcome in. Mostly, it's just Scott not having much control of his reactions, especially not as lewd sounds leak out between them.
Another desperate call of his name, before his other hand reaches down to bury into that thick fur-- with fingers gliding, something even missing trying to grasp his hair because his motor skills have been shot. He barely hears the way Shinjiro tells him that he can stop worrying about others, and yeah, he can't argue with him. He really is just thinking about how nice it is to have his tongue in him-- something he wants back now.
He manages to grasp his fur this time, some fingers even reaching up to tug at a soft ear that's poking out from his head, stroking it as he breathes heavily-- body pulled up just enough so he can look at him.]
Want... you.
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The petting of an ear gets a satisfied noise from somewhere deep in his chest-- and he lifts his head as Scott curls up, trying to look at him. As always, those red glasses obscure his eyes, obscuring some of his expression-- but the desperate need is fairly obvious, even with them.
The words light a fire in his gut, a strong warmth that shoots right to his cock. A part of him wants to ask 'want me to what?' or 'want me how'? like an asshole, but he can't quite manage. Instead that tail behind him thumps as it hits the ground over and over in a fast wag, and he once again presses his tongue in, undulating it for a moment, before withdrawing to leave Scott empty as he speaks.]
Already? [At least he can manage something of a tease, even if it's all too obvious that he wants the same. He swipes his tongue against Scott's hard cock once again between his words, if only to keep the other man from being able to calm completely.]
'Cause you seem to really be into gettin' eaten.... [Maybe there's a smug tone behind it, but it's hard not to feel self-satisfied at all the clear responses he gets. But he'll move in some, this time licking a long line up Scott's belly, from below his navel up to halfway through the center crease of his abs.]
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Shut up--
[A choked off noise as his tongue this time teases right against his flushed erection, so hard now from Shinjiro's ministrations that he almost looks ready to release. He's almost embarrassed by it, the way his need nearly curves to his stomach from the blood that's pumping downward, pre dripping from his slit and onto his abs. His leg flexes and squeezes over his shoulders, a reminder of how he's spread just for his friend.
With his cheeks beat red, and said abdomen ripping underneath his tongue, he decides to just throw all dignity out the window and maybe acknowledge that he's just being kind of a slut right now--] Y-yeah, I enjoyed it. And so did you. So, maybe you should shove your tongue back into me.
[As if to encourage him, he starts stroking his ear once again. Fingers taking in the soft cartilage and stroking, before he starts tracing the fur that outlines the perimeter of it. And then running his fingers right back.]
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Yeah, you ain't wrong. [At least he agrees, and can follow orders when they're given, even if they're phrased more as suggestions. And so he does. One of Scott's thighs is on his shoulder, and the other one he grips a pawhand around, using his thumbpad to pull and spread his ass just that much more, letting him get in closer and resume in earnest, rather than the short teasing and withdrawing he had been doing before.
It's weird how useful the weird monster body is, in this way? There's no way he'd be able to worm his own human tongue not only past the initial resistance, but farther in, pressing against the warm, soft walls within, curling up with firmer pressure towards Scott's belly-- something he knows girls tend to like, and he's assuming feels good for guys, too.
Scott rubs his ears softly-- almost intimately. And he can't bring himself to mind, despite his usual aversion to any more romantic feeling gestures. But it feels nice, the repetitive stroking and petting, the disruption and smoothing of the velvety fur of his ears (probably softer than the rest of him, honestly.)
His grip tightens, nails pressing harder into Scott's skin to juxtapose the sensation of the internal massaging he's feeling. A soft back and forth, half fucking him with his thick wolfy tongue. His other hand roves around to Scott's opposite hip, fingers spreading and slowly moving up to the flat of his abs, enjoying the feeling of his breathing, movements, muscles working, even if his weird pawthings are far less sensitive than human digits. And maybe it serves to gently hold him down, too- no true restraint, but a reminder that he's to just lay back and accept the pleasure as it comes.]
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Even as he hotly gasps, the noise verging on something high pitched as his head leans back against the makeshift bed-- sparks of red filling his vision that has nothing to do with the way he views his world. It's just that long tongue sinking right back inside him, teasing everything and going so far that Scott swears that he almost feels something teasing at his stomach-- which should feel impossible but not like this. Nuzzling his face against the covers, he wetly pants right against the material, with both hands buried on top of Shinjiro's head and miraculously rubbing that soft ear constantly with only some faltering twitches whenever a swipe of his thick tongue digs further in him and teases his insides.
It's so much. He can feel everything about him is going to snap soon. Just one push and he's done.
And then a certain spot in him is lathered and teased by that long tongue and Scott loudly shouts, a cry nearly ripped out his throat as his stomach tenses underneath Shinjiro's hand with the warm splatter of his release suddenly striking the back of it. And it doesn't stop, the mutant jerking his hips up and down as his orgasm rolls through him with another noise that sounds like a scream.]
S-Shinjiro! Ah... I can't-- it just feels too good.
[Probably too late of a warning, but that praise still spills from his mouth as every part of him tightens around Shinjiro-- his hands, his knee, and even his hole clenching around the tongue still buried in him with his need pulsing in between his legs in unrestrained heat. Every tease getting more of his come to seep out of his slit and Scott moans, half wondering why his body is like this, tears almost pricking his eyes when he notices that he's still half hard after all that.]
F-fuck...
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At the winded, stammered curse, he finally does let his tongue return, nudging at the side of his thigh with his snout as he works on releasing Scott. This would be a great time to tease him for coming so fast-- and untouched, which was not only hot, but also a nice boost to the ego. But his voice had sounded a little-- off.]
Hey... you good? [He stops before sitting up, doesn't relocate the leg over his shoulder. Because usually they come, their cocks soften, that's basically it for them. But Scott's still hard. And it's like when Shinjiro'd had to deal with the godawful suit flare. Being overworked and exhausted, nerves practically numb from overuse and overstimulation, but his body refusing to relent.
Carefully, he rolls his tongue up along the inside of Scott's thigh, though it's more of an assurance or attempt at comfort than anything else. He'll pair it with that handpaw moving down to run a furred (and semen-stickied) knuckle along the underside of his cock, where it lays up against his belly.]
Need more?
[He won't pretend to understand why. Maybe it's another effect of the weird red moon, playing differently on different people. Either way it works out, because he sure isn't tired yet.]
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So, what does it say about Scott that he just came from having a tongue up his ass? Probably a lot of things but that's going to be shoved to the side and not be addressed ever, thanks!!
He knows that Shinjiro just asked him a question, but words fail Scott briefly at first. His mouth parts in a wordless noise, though his breath hitches as he feels that all too pleasurable tongue teasing against the inside of his thigh. A hint of what he just felt and enough to get his thigh to tremble and his hand to roughly clamp around a pointed furry ear, needing to hold onto him in some way as sparks of new heat combine with those aftershocks.]
Fuck... my body. Just does this sometimes. Not all the time, but. Sorry. [He should've warned Shinjiro ahead of time?? But it feels random that it happens and he didn't fully feel that change until now. Well, it's impossible to ignore now, with his cock pulsing and twitching because of his friend's ministrations-- blood rushing down and immediately getting him fully hard once more in a manner seconds just from Shinjiro's single touch.
His head thuds back against the sleeping bags, this time the groan leaving him loud and. Fuck. Oh, right, he hasn't answered his question yet, huh? He flexes his leg over Shinjiro's shoulder, nearly digging his heel against his fur, and answers.]
Yeah. Need more. If you're okay dealing with a freak that might need to fucking come like three more times. I don't know.
[Maybe just slightly frustrated with himself because his body feels a little out of control and that's a little too similar to how he feels about his powers.]
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He leans his head into that grip to make sure Scott has much of a handhold as he needs-- and it feels good, really: that tight fist is just as much as a positive signal as Scott's moans and other vocalizations. It feels like being needed.]
Dumbass... you act like this wasn't the other way around just a few weeks ago. [And Scott probably won't be this way for days on end? If he is, Shinjiro will absolutely have to recruit some help at some point.
If he needs more, he needs more. Who knows how or why the whims of this resort fuck with them, but they have to deal with the situation regardless. And so he again licks at Scott's thigh as it clenches around his shoulder, and moves in a bit closer. Hopefully you're flexible, bud. If not, he'll just ease that leg down to the crest of his hip, instead.]
I know it sucks. So just take what you can from it, alright? [Physically, the multiple orgasms and everything had felt amazing, they had just been mentally distressing-- mostly for the same control issue reasons that Scott had felt. (...and ok maybe they stopped feeling so amazing after a while, when the skin was rubbed raw, but you know hopefully Scott won't have that issue. Three or four times is fine.)
He shifts up onto his knees, tucking his hand under Scott's hips to tilt them that much more. His entire backside is hot and wet from Shinjiro's weird thick monster-drool, so it's easy to nudge the head of his dick against his opening and start to press in. It's different from how they'd fucked before, though who knows how much Scott can actually tell from where he is, both aroused and sensitive and post-orgasm while also being hard as fuck. More of a taper than starting with a thick, rounded head, and something like ridges along the shaft, keeping it from being a completely smooth sensation.
His own exhale is a hot staccato, catching as his body shivers and luxuriates in the warm sensation enveloping him-- and he'll lean in to press at Scott's throat, almost like a sort of nuzzle with the soft fur and harder whiskers.]
You wanna touch yourself, or relax and let me handle it?
[Caveat: who knows how well he'll handle it with thick, paw-like hands, but hey, he can at least try. And it gives Scott a choice, a bit of that control back. After a pause, his lips draw back in something that is probably a grin, even if it looks more like a weird snarl.]
Or you can say if you wanna top for once.
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What was he trying to say again? Argue for?? He can't remember anymore, not as his leg easily flexes and moves up as Shinjiro moves himself closer, with that unique tongue sliding out to tease the sensitive skin of his thigh. Yeah, honestly, the only thing he can remember now is Shinjiro telling him to fucking relax for once and honestly maybe he's the one with the great ideas because Scott doesn't want to do anything else either. The irritation at his own body and feeling like a massive freak fading-- or at least feeling okay now as he settles into a comfortable feeling with the wolfman.
Which. There's another slightly hysterical thought of him getting this aroused with someone that doesn't look human anymore, but since he is still Shinjiro in there helps. A lot. It's far easier to accept that he's aroused only because he's having sex with a friend, which is true.]
Okay.
[A quieter mumble in response, Scott staring down at him with something actually easing in his chest. Acceptance? Maybe giving up that control finally? Letting Shinjiro fully take the lead this time and not worry about holding onto anything? The thought of that gets Scott to throb again, with one hand continuing to stroke his hair and the other running through the fur at the very top of his head-- slightly burying and lightly pulling, holding onto him because he actually does trust him. Guess he's already gotten to that point with him, huh?
Nature of this casino. Or their fucked up powers. Both. Not to mention that he is fucking hard and his ass is soaked, his thighs nearly shaking against Shinjiro as everything starts combining to that feeling of just letting go-- with a strangled little noise that also sounds so relieved expelling from him upon feeling the touch of his wolf dick against his entrance.
And that noise only continues to come from Scott in a long exhale as he slides further and deeper inside him-- different from a normal human cock, different from vibrators. The edges teasing and massaging against his walls that gets Scott to shout and buck against his friend, with his grip tightening almost painfully in his fur. It's a full expression of how he's unable to stop his reactions, Scott continuing to gasp as he squirms and clenches right around his shaft-- his warmth closing even tighter around his cock but also sending new sparks of pleasure through him and it really feels like a never ending cycle.
He nearly comes just from that, his cock pulsing hard and red and dribbling more from his tip. And yet, he almost doesn't notice, still getting used to the feeling of Shinjiro buried inside him and spreading him, mouth gasping upwards at the ceiling of the shitty tent. He feels so large and yet something about this is so satisfying and-- oh it's on.]
R-really asking me to top when you're inside me now? [He hears a challenge, even when he's like this and of course he has to respond. Getting enough energy to crane his neck down to stare at him, eyes glinting behind his sunglasses while he digs his heel against his back.]
F-fuck, I will. I can and will shove you to the ground and ride you if that's what you want.
omg this took me forever, RIP.....
I get it's probably hard to think when you're full've cock, but I asked what you want, dumbass.
[His words come out alright, but it's definitely not as composed as he was hoping. Hell, how could it be when he just wants to visually devour the scene under him, when that gripping, wanting clench of Scott around him just feels like it's drawing him in, as if pulling back would be creating space they don't need. He tilts his head a little against the fierce grip in his furhair(he's trying not to think about his own fucked up anatomy right now, really--), not seeming to mind the desperate pressure of the grip there. It just speaks more to how into it the other guy is, how far he's letting go, and that just encourages him even more.
He finally starts up something of a rhythm, though it's almost lazy with the way he draws back and rocks forward, taking the time to actually let them both feel those sensations, rather than the desperate fucking of their prior encounter. After all, if Scott's going to take a couple more times, he should probably try and draw this out and pace a bit.
He does work a hand between them, placing the rough pawpad of his thumb on the underside of Scott's cock, applying pressure down towards where it lays and leaks across his belly.]
Tell me if that's too scratchy. [Granted, they're pretty new pawpads, not even existing until just a short while ago, so it's not like they're completely calloused and chapped up-- but it's still a far cry from skin or the delicate attentions of a true hand. Rather than gripping and sliding along the guy's shaft, he's settled on just applying pressure and carefully smoothing up and down between thrusts.]
no worries!
Yeah, I'll fucking ride you, wolfman. I want to.
[Which. He'll do once he squeezes his shoulder with his hiked up leg and moans through the building rhythm that Shinjiro starts to make against his gripping heat. Yeah, give him a moment, because this feels fucking amazing and he doesn't want this to stop when it just began, Scott purposely clenching tight as he rocks against him. Still, the draw of the challenge and his own stubborn pride is batting some of the mind numbing pleasure that's been clawing into his thoughts. If there's anything that can get Scott Summers to rise up, it's this, despite the fact that he also has a low amount of self-respect as well--]
Ngh!
[Instead of directly answering Shinjiro, the meeting of textured skin and pressure against his fucking sensitive need is really all it takes before he's coming again, the splatter of his seed painting his belly and Shinjiro's paw with hips jerking against the other's body in uncontrollable movements. More wordless pants and gasps, groans freely letting loose from Scott's mouth as he jerks and spasms with his flushed cock still pulsing hard and ready for more.
His hands clench tighter around his fur, this time more demanding. Yeah, somehow bossy despite being fucked and just coming, but. Now or never.]
Lie. Down.
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Scott comes again, adding to the mess between them, and he's sure that neither of them care. This place definitely has ways of encouraging people, bringing out that complete shamelessness and suppressing inhibition or further thought.
He huffs out a hot breath at the grip and tug at the fur, the way Scott gives commands despite his position laid out on his back, covered in his own cum. There's something attractive about that, too: the grasping of the situation, the open demand, the insistence of proving himself and knowing what he wants. Those ears are peaked directly up in interest, and Shinjiro's next breath is something almost like a laugh.]
Yes, sir.
[Yeah, calling Scott that is absolutely making fun a bit, but he does move, hitching a groan as he pulls back and separates them. The air in the tent is warmer now, sure, but it's still a sudden brush of cold air on his wet and unsheathed dick, and the fur along his back raises in something almost like a shiver as he moves.
Laying back is only awkward to figure out for a moment-- figuring out how not to lay directly back on the tail, whether his joints are weird or not now, but he finally manages, half-propped up on his elbows. The curve and the soft lighting manage to hightlight those weird wolfman abs that are definitely more defined than his typical human ones. His tongue moves over one side of his fuzzy maw like the metaphorical (literal??) wolf licking it's chops, eyes locked on Scott almost expectantly.]
C'mon, let's see you work.
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Especially since Shinjiro is still hard, slick with pre and twitching in the air between them.
He's already pulling himself upward as his friend starts to lie back, just barely giving him the chance to get into position before the mutant is already moving forward onto him-- bracing himself against him, hand plastered against those transformed abs with legs clenched against his hips. Staring down at him flushed but so determined, fully losing that control and about to take what he's been craving, with his hand reaching back to grip his erection and positioning it against his entrance once more.
Teasing against his puckered anus, with his own come still staining across his own abs, and yet Scott stares straight down at him with that glint of arousal and some level of dominance-- although he might just be telling himself that.]
Don't get this mixed up, I'm taking you.
[And with that, he lowers himself back down onto his cock-- at first slow with the initial push as his faces pulls taunt from the pressure, but once his tip slips right back to where it belongs, Scott immediately shoves his hips down until his ass slams against his pelvis-- with a loud groan matching the slap of his movement.] Fuck, Shinjiro!
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Yeah? Show me, then.
[it's the last challenge back before Scott rolls his hips down, and the smooth slide in is just as amazing as it was the first time. It returns that sensation and pressure over the head of his cock, the heat from Scott's body moving down to envelop more of him, hungrily take it all into himself. He shudders out a breath and groans, clearly pleased with the warmth and friction, reigniting that primal sensation lower in his gut that just makes him want to chase it more. While his hips twitch and stutter, he manages to keep himself from taking over-- after all, this is what Scott wanted. To take control and take what he needed.
And so he busies himself with his hands as Scott curses his name, rolling rough pad-like palms over his exposed hips and down the thighs straddling him, encouraging. The hard, blunt claws rake over his skin, testing the pressure and leaving small red lines-- probably not enough to stay long, but enough to be felt.]
--Yeah? [he finally manages in response, though his words are definitely shaky, his mind and body clearly preoccupied with watching how Scott's muscles move over him. Between his chest expanding and falling with breaths, steely eyes locked onto watching the man above him, he manages out:]
C'mon, take what you need.
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Although, they should still stay on as he rides him hard, right? Yeah. Totally. He can thank Hank for that.
Not that he really wants to think of his Professor at all as his body continues to move and twitch, before he fully slams down on his cock with a loud shout soon breaking out from him because of that movement, his voice echoing in the shitty tent. He doesn't care though, the pleasure is just so overwhelmingly good as he sits right on his dick with his hands clenched tight on his abs. One moment to adjust before he full on squirms on him, grinding against that cock in a certain way so that he can find just what he wants-- his prostate getting teased and prompting near tears to spark from the corners of his eyes.]
I-I'm taking everything I want. D-don't even stop me.
[Of course, if Shinjiro really wanted to stop, he definitely would too-- but Scott knows that isn't the case for them right now. He continues to clench and squeeze his dick tight, movements becoming just a bit more erratic, with another orgasm soon coming without warning to splatter against his still moving chest and even on the other man below him. Warm and maybe just a little less potent compared to earlier and yet, Scott doesn't stop.
Though his breaths are coming out in quick pants with sweat running down his face, something about him showing that he's almost done. Exhaustion is bound to hit at some point and coming that many times without stopping feels kind of insane even to him. Yet his erection pulses eagerly despite his thoughts, wanting to go again. Maybe he should curse at his own dick after this, sounds good.]
Just. [His fingers dig in harder in Shinjiro.] Just one more.
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Wouldn'.... ngh.. ['Wouldn't dream of it' might be what he was going to do for at Scott's challenge, but the words aren't really there and he gives up on that quickly enough, rolling up his hips into the way muscles clench, as he calls for one more.
He's really gotta admire how Scott was able to hang in there for him when their positions were reversed. It's hard to restrain yourself with someone completely letting themselves go, dragging out every scrap of pleasure they can, watching them lose themselves in it. His hand-paws curl tighter at his thighs, nails pressing reddened indents in.]
--Don't take too long, okay?
[Because he is panting and salivating, and his cock almost feels like it's pulsing, with as stimulated as it is with the heat of Scott's body and the grind of friction of him riding atop. The pressure of his walls tight around him, feeling even tighter than they had before. Which is likely because the base of his cock is swelling where it's nestled deeply inside the other man, his weirdo monsterdick pressing even harder against his walls.]
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The fuck...?
[Scott pants out, sweat rolling down his face, but instead of trying to climb off the other man, he instead continues to rub his clenched hands directly against Shinjiro's strong abdomen, fingers digging into fur and into his muscle as he tries to adjust to that new strange feeling. It's starting to feel impossibly large inside him, teasing more of being too much, and yet he still takes him. He doesn't know what that says about himself, but he's still fine, right now, even as a low whine leaves him.]
Y-your dick is being weird. [Such a helpful comment in the middle of all this. But regardless of his words, Scott doesn't seem to mind-- quite the opposite of it, pulling his body up a few inches before slamming his hips back down that drives out another cry from him. And then again, and maybe a couple more times, but with how much he's pushed to his limit, it's not long before the mutant drives his body down one more time until his hole is clenched tight around Shinjiro's girth and gripping, squeezing him harder than before and wordlessly trying to tell him to let go as well, as Scott cries out his final orgasm-- his seed splattering across his chest with sheer relief.
Spine curved, neck pulled back, and keeping him clenched deep inside as he lets that rush of heated pleasure run through him.]
C-come on, let go too...!
[Because Shinjiro held out this long, just for him. He won't forget that.]