TDM 011

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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!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

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!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

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.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

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 WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ 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

▶ 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!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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Comments

[menhulu]

Phainon isn't the only one who is enjoying the view. Phainon looks lovely like this, on his knees with his clear eyes peering upward, his cheeks and nose dusted with a soft blush.. it's a lewd sight, but one that Dan Heng can still appreciate, especially once his cocks begin to emerge, and he can see the way Phainon mouths at them. It's enough to send a shiver down his spine.

Then come the questions, and Dan Heng exhales a breathless laugh, smoothing the hair back from Phainon's eyes with long fingers.

"They feel differently, mm, yes.. " he murmurs, biting his lip. "Like each of my arms feels differently." Phainon's fingers curl around him, and Dan Heng's eyelids flutter low, his hips rolling forward, pushing his cocks into the circle of those curious fingers. "As for your second question.. yes, they do."

So Phainon is certainly in for a bit of a mess, one way or another; thankfully the lake is not so very far from here. But Dan Heng isn't worrying about that - he's learned to take the mess of lovemaking in stride.. to even enjoy it, sometimes, when he is in the proper mood. Humming, Dan Heng rocks his hips again, pleasure blooming in his belly, a slow crawl toward the end - he is happy to take his time.

"Any more questions..?"

[greatestworks]

All of that sounds like a good time.

And throughout Dan Heng’s explanation, Phainon doesn’t let up on his unhurried exploration; when the young man rolls his hips to shove his twinned cocks through the swordsman’s callused fist, he seeks to fit both swollen tips in his mouth. Clumsily, because he’s never taken two at once, and there’s cooling pre smeared on his lip by the time he gets them properly riding the velvet of his tongue.

That second rock pushes him deeper, bringing Phainon’s fist up against Dan Heng’s parted vent, drooling past the imperfect seal around both shafts over his thumb, wrist, chin. The deep, gratified sound he rumbles around his cocks is near to a growl, lashes sweeping his cheeks.

Phainon pulls back shortly after his question, gasping past the string of spit chaining his kiss bitten lips to one of those swollen cocks.

“Just one,” he pants, but that glint in his eye speaks of cheek, even as he speaks a term of endearment he only reserves for the two saviors from beyond Amphoreus’s sky. “Are you gonna hold back on me, partner?”

[menhulu]

It's certainly growing very difficult to concentrate, with the way Phainon begins to take him in, mouthing at the tips of not one, but both of his cocks, before taking them past his lips. The pleasure is sweet, it makes his abdomen tighten up pleasantly, his knees buckling a little, forcing him to press himself more tightly back against the tree's trunk behind him.

Dan Heng wants to close his eyes to better savor it, but he doesn't - more than that, he wants to see Phainon's face, his clear, bright eyes, and how warm and flushed he looks, how debauched already, with his wet lips and his lax smile. He's so painfully handsome, and the kind heart beneath it all makes him even more attractive to Dan Heng.

A soft, breathless laugh passes his lips.

".. should I need to?" he says, his voice rough, and Dan Heng bites his lip, fingers still smoothing through Phainon's pale hair. "I won't. Just tell me if I go too far."

The dragon in his blood is, after all, far more riled than it had been when last they'd seen one another, and it can be difficult for even Dan Heng to control, despite his infinite well of cool patience.

[greatestworks]

His answer prompts a laugh, approving and happy, the opposite of scorn. When Phainon shakes his head, it's slow, less a refusal than it is the coincidental motion that has his open mouth skimming the underside of one shaft, the tip of his thumb brushing inside his wet vent. And that's something else he likes, the silky inside of that slit, interrupted by the girth of both shafts, warm and slick against his wandering digit. That breathless laugh, the way desire has scraped the surface of Dan Heng's smooth voice, leaving it rough, how his fingers feel, carding into his soft hair.

"Anything you throw at me," Phainon challenges, eyelids half-masted and the arc of his mouth slanted towards sly, "I can take. Keep those enchanting eyes of yours right down here." The swordsman won't hold it against him if he doesn't manage it - particularly if Phainon's allowed front row seats to see his friend lose himself in pleasure.

Time to put his Balance Coins where his mouth is. Phainon slots both swollen heads between his lips, lashes fanning his cheeks as he maps out the subtle differences between them with the slick exploration of his tongue. Flattening his fist out over his belly, thumb beneath the base of each cock, Phainon sinks over the twinned shafts, the sound of their progress through hollowed cheeks obscene for the imperfect seal of his lips. As they bump up against his soft palate, he huffs around them, breathing through a reflex that threatens to close his throat against the imminent intrusion. In an excess of confidence, he pushes on anyway.

When he coughs and comes away sputtering, ropes of spit, sticky and thick, cling to his glistening flesh. Phainon pushes back in, undeterred - more enthusiastic now in the face of a challenge.

[menhulu]

Truly, whether or not he means to be, Phainon is so terribly charming - enchanting eyes, please. Dan Heng smiles despite himself.

But that smile disappears soon enough, when Phainon gets back to work, opening his mouth wide in an attempt to accommodate both of Dan Heng's cocks, leaving him weak-kneed as he leans back against the tree again. A low, soft groan passes his lips, and Dan Heng almost immediately shuts his eyes - but forces them open again, watching Phainon at work, the way his lips go pink, the lewd sounds that he makes.. all of it atop the pleasure of his warm mouth.

Then he's coughing, and Dan Heng immediately starts, smoothing his hand through Phainon's hair, but before he can respond that mouth is stubbornly around him again.

"Be careful.." he says breathlessly, his voice cut through with pleasure. "Don't push yourself too far."

Neither of Dan Heng's cocks are particularly enormous, but together they are certainly quite a lot. Still, he groans as that prickling warmth spreads over him again, his tail coiling around to brush against Phainon's hip, before slithering between his thighs.

[greatestworks]

Blame the land of his birth. That idyllic hamlet surrounded by a golden sea of sun-ripened wheat made a people with romantic ideals and poetic hearts; the pretty turns of phrase shall continue even after morale improves.

Heat still bakes the roots of Phainon's white hair, the mouth encasing both shafts hot and wet, and despite the convulsion of his throat and the traces of gradually-evaporating damp that stick his lashes together, he seems more energized than uncomfortable. In equal parts gratification and to reassure, he answers Dan Heng's concern with a chesty hum that terminates as a rumble at the back of his throat, his lashes fanning his flushed cheeks.

It feels good to have him crowding his mouth and under his hands like this, and better when Phainon peeks past sticky lashes to spy the root of a moving tail as it brushes against him. The sound as both cocks slide out of his mouth is nearly sopping; he surges up on his knees to shuffle closer, to press the heated shape of his own cock against the firm, supple appendage. Easier said than done, when he's so hard its fattened tip knocks against his belly, its jut higher than the teasing slither of his tail.

"You want to touch me? Help yourself," he's curled one fist around one cock, the shuttling grip gliding on the thick spit coating the blushing length to a glossy shine, but his lips are focused on the underside of the other. The heel of his other palm is pushed against the curve of his groin beneath his vent, thumb pushing backwards between his thighs, while his fingers are splayed across the vent split by the twinned roots of his cocks. Swallowing down the second one, he rolls his neck, pushing the buried glans against the velvet of his tongue.

[menhulu]

Dan Heng can't relate. Born in a prison. The opposite of poetic elysian fields..

.. but he somehow developed a warm heart despite it all, which means that he can appreciate Phainon's words, even if their clear sincerity makes him blush. He's quick to begin forgetting it though as the man gets right back to work, sucking at his cocks with fervent abandon, making his knees buckle again. The sound alone is nearly enough to drive him to finish, but not just yet, and not without warning.

"Yes.. I do," he murmurs, because Dan Heng is not a selfish lover, he wants Phainon to enjoy himself as well, and pleasing him pleases Dan Heng in turn.

So his tail coils more tightly, pushing up against the full length of Phainon's cock, surprisingly strong, like the body of a snake, all firm muscle and soft, smooth scales. That muscle ripples, rubbing along the underside of Phainon's thick erection, smearing precum against skin and scales both. Hands still buried in silver hair, Dan Heng shifts his hips, hitching them forward with thin restraint, holding back the urge to fuck into the wet heat of Phainon's mouth.

"I'm close." Dan Heng's voice is a rough whisper, each breath more labored than the last, the visible tightening in his abdomen more than enough to make his nearness abundantly clear.

[greatestworks]

Out of practice, it's probably only thanks to this new fire burning in his blood that he's not dissuaded from his reckless behavior by the way he has to fight the reflex to gag. Or there's some other, equally reckless impulse spurring him on until spots dance behind his eyelids. He isn't investigating any of it too closely, too caught up in the perverse thrill, the swooping triumph to hear the roughened whisper giving him exactly what he wants to hear: I'm close.

That's music to his ears, sweet praise for a job well done, and Phainon should be embarrassed for how much he aches for it. There's an urgent sound, affirmative and hungry and just this hard on the consonants to be suggestive of an epithet muffled around one of Dan Heng's cocks, when that tail coils around Phainon's swollen erection, squeezing with enough pressure to steal his breath.

The hand that grasps at one cheek of Dan Heng's ass digs fingers into his flesh, and under his sweat-damp hair, Phainon's brow knits together in an agonized concentration. His wrist pivots, twisting the circle of his fist around his other cock, wringing pleasure as he swallows the other down.

A little ironic, then, that it's Phainon who tumbles over the edge first, stifling a broken moan around Dan Heng's cock as his own spasms, painting the bark between Dan Heng's legs white in thick ropes.

[menhulu]

He's given his warning, so he's a bit surprised when Phainon does not pull away, but instead continues, working Dan Heng over with newfound zeal. He doesn't want to make a mess of him without his permission, but those choked words around his cock seem like allowance enough - yet even still, he gives a gentle tug on Phainon's hair.

"If you want to pull away - "

Oh, but there's little enough time. Dan Heng feels it when Phainon comes, hot ropes of spend spurting against the tree, and leaking down over the scales of Dan Heng's tail. When combined with the low, rough moan that vibrates around his cock, that's more than enough.

With a deep groan, Dan Heng arches away from the tree's trunk, his shoulders pushing against it as he peaks, flooding Phainon's mouth with spend as both cocks twitch, the second spilling hot over Phainon's greedy fingers. Dan Heng sees stars, his thighs trembling as he fights to keep his eyes open, to watch the way Phainon takes him, the way he pleases him so eagerly and selflessly.

Exhaling hard, Dan Heng sags against the tree, feet arching, digging clawed toes into the soil and grass for purchase as he fights to catch his breath. "Mmn.. good.." he whispers, one hand stroking gently through Phainon's silvery hair.

[greatestworks]

Pull away? That's like declaring a retreat at the most critical juncture of a battle. Not even in his wildest dreams-

-Maybe he'd have considered it, if only to spare themselves the hassle of cleaning up the inevitable mess, if he'd had a clearer head. He enjoys it, nonetheless, the way Dan Heng's cock seems to grow harder still, crowding up his mouth and his fist in the moments before he spasms; the pleasure that sweeps his mind clean for one fleeting moment, in a way typically reserved for the most lethal potential in battle. It's been a while, and Phainon finds himself less prepared than he expected for the aftermath, for the way that the hot and cooling crawl of Dan Heng's spend on his shoulder and down his back makes him buzz, for the taste of him thick in his mouth and dripping down his chin, bitter and strong.

The sound he sighs is nothing short of gratified when he hears Dan Heng hum his whispered praise. Phainon's fist wrings one cock of its dregs, slow and easy, lets the other one soften in his drenched mouth, his tongue pulling the taste of him off his softening flesh.

Climbing slowly, slowly towards his blushing tip, he lifts his eyes, clearer and satisfied in their focus. At the apex of his cock, a pearlescent bead forms between his spent glans and Phainon's lips, swept away by his tongue. The back of his hand drags the mess from his chin, though it's anyone's wonder why he bothers. The other cock is getting the same treatment, his mouth, his tongue kissing the taste of him off his softening flesh.

Don't mind him as he drinks in the view. There's only so much Phainon can do about the debauched mess of him, his palm petting up Dan Heng's thigh, his hip, his belly as he leans into the touch of his hand in his pale hair.

"I'd ask if you have oil," he groans good-naturedly, nosing into Dan Heng's palm as he turns his head towards it. His voice is dragging and his jaw is sore, but the fever that had taken him has broken, "And take you there, if that's your tent," he suggests, eyes cutting towards the shelter they... didn't quite make their way to, "But first-"

He plucks Dan Heng's hand from his hair, stamping a kiss into his palm before turning away. There's a bucket of water near the campfire that he intends to use to address the worst of his mess, first - and dunks his head into it. Water scatters in an arc as he throws back his head, drenching his shoulders. It's shockingly cold, but goes a long way to clearing his spinning head.

Unfortunately for Dan Heng, he also gives his head a vigorous shake, scattering water everywhere.