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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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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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[So he says, but he doesn't seem all that put out by being "bullied" as it were. If anything, he's all the more compliant, rolling with the motions Phainon does and only clinging to him in order to keep from being tipped out of his lap. He wants to stay close, out of fear that the other might be a true bastard and leave him half-finished in a clearing.
His breath comes in rough and ragged pants as he struggles to keep pace without losing complete control of himself just yet; he doesn't want this to stop for a while, needs the continued tugging of his cock even if it means getting messy. That's something he'll live with, can handle as part of the deal of being driven slowly mad with unbridled lust. Yet he remains ever affectionate in spite of being manhandled, nosing at Phainon with his rather gorgeous eye drilling into his soul.]
Good... Dunno how much more I can take... [Because he honestly feels like jumping the other man's bones right now to satisfy them both.
There's no protest, only heavy, needy pants from the god as he continues rocking his hips and sliding his cock in Phainon's hand. He doesn't even realize what the guy is doing until his free hand slides home, applying pressure that sends an almost electric jolt through his body, making him buck and yelp loudly before whimpering up a storm, head falling forward to lean against Phainon's while his cock pours forth more precum in a steady stream that seems like it won't quit. A clawed hand grasps onto his tormentor's shoulder, digging in ever so lightly while his other squeezes Phainon's cock, doing his best to return the favor.]
F-Fuck...!
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He feels a little like he's robbing him of something precious, even as he follows through to spare not just some bystander a possible attack, but this boy from the guilt that might follow when his senses return. ]
You don't have to hold back anymore, Yato, [ he says against his temple, cutting himself off as he smothers a sound at the back of his throat as claws summon tiny beads of liquid gold where they bite into his shoulder. As his shoulder and arm continue to work, swifter now, one of those grows to a pearl until, dislodged by the steady movement, it runs down the back of his shoulder in a shining rivulet. ]
That's it, [ he encourages, as his thumb again presses, rubbing. The warble of his voice is etched with distraction, and following a hissed, steadying inhale, he goads him on: ] Just like that-
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He's glad to have stumbled across someone with the strength and conviction to match him both in wits and physical power, because the other man is right; he would have been overwrought with guilt had he picked on someone more vulnerable and innocent.]
Ugh... Okay... [At that encouragement, he seems to loosen up some, panting louder and harder as he nuzzles against Phainon. He buries his head against the other's neck and proceeds to nip and kiss there alternating between the two actions as he rocks his hips and squirms to get more pressure applied between his legs, craving the sensations it brings.]
Ah--! Hah... [Faster he bucks, pleased with so much encouragement and pleasure, until eventually he's coming from overstimulation, breath coming out in heavy pants and moans against Phainon's skin, which he also abruptly bites with his elongated canines, drawing a bit of blood which he eagerly laps up.] Shit...
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Phainon's body stings everywhere that Yato's teeth and claws have scraped him to bleeding, but that's ignorable. With one hand occupied, cradling his spent cock, the other palm pets along the inside of Yato's thigh, from crease to knee, clasping the bend, staying close as the young god gets a chance to come down. ]
It's alright, I've got you, [ he says quietly, his hand squeezing his knee encouragingly. It covers over the back of his sweat-damp nape, next, his thumb in his dark hair, as he ducks his head to drop a hard kiss between his feline ears. ] Just catch your breath.
[ Unfortunately, he doesn't exactly have anything handy to clean himself off, so he's hoping the way he flicks most of his spend off his hand off to one side before carefully scooping the mess from Yato's belly won't come across as dismissive, tempered, perhaps, by the way his other hand gently cradles his head against his bleeding shoulder. ]
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Eventually he starts to calm, gasps turning into soft pants, and hard rocking of his hips into the occasional jerk or involuntary buck. Finally, he gets his teeth from the other man's skin, in turn pressing kisses of thanks to the lightly bleeding marks. It's surprising, but Phainon knows just what to say to make him feel even better.]
Ah... Hah... [His ears flick and twitch, still keenly pointed forward towards his impromptu partner while he blindly tries to do as instructed, simply focusing on breathing evenly and not chasing another high.] T-That was... amazing...
[He wants to make that much clear; how much he appreciates what the other man did for him despite their rough start. Though truthfully that was fun in its own way, too. Yato's never been one to shy away from a fight, especially with a strong opponent. He doesn't even mind the haphazard clean up, knowing full well that neither of them are really in the position to tidy themselves up perfectly. Any efforts are appreciated, as is the tender way his head is held, nestled against a shoulder.]
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In time, Yato's head no longer requires his support, and that's when he gives his hair one last pet before setting about shaking his wayward robe free of dirt (for the most part), and silently tying it around his hips again.
He might have gotten the flannel a little dirty, but... that can't really be helped. His mostly silent vigil as he supports Yato's recovery doesn't afford him time to go find a source of water, and there will be time for that sooner or later. ]
I'm sorry for being so rough with you earlier. I trust you're unhurt?
[ Says the guy still bleeding rivulets of gold. ]
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Finally though he's better, enough to sit up and sigh with contentment at the relief he feels. His limbs are so much lighter and the pressure in his loins has gone, leaving him relaxed and pleasantly euphoric.
At the question of his well-being, Yato smiles and shakes his head, somewhat sheepishly offering a light shrug as well. to highlight that it's all water under the bridge at this point.]
I'm fine. It was actually rather fun, if I can admit as much. I don't usually get the chance to be so physical with anyone here. I worry about hurting people...
[Though he notes the bleeding and reaches out to try wiping up the droplets, a frown crossing his features.]
What about you? Are you alright?
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He'd rather they part on pleasant and reassuring terms, so when Yato reaches for him, Phainon's hand intercepts, gently pulling them away with a slight nod. Golden blood still trickles from the deepest scrapes and punctures, but these don't really pose any credible threat. Unless they get infected, which... that's a problem for another day. ]
I'll be fine. They're not serious.
[ Phainon uses his clean(er) hand to push himself to his feet, checking the knot of his robe-skirt. ] Yato, are you alone at your tent? I'd feel better knowing you've got someone to keep an eye on you, just in case.
I'd offer to keep watch, but-
[ Distantly, he hears a bestial cry, somewhere in the forest. Phainon turns his head to look, frowning. ] ...Again?! -Apologies, I need to go.