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

[drugsnotclubs]

[While he slows, he still rolls his tongue as Scott jerks and shakes, as that warm splatter hits the fur on his hand and arm. He'd initially planned to slow as Scott came down, pulling back carefully to keep from overstimulating him too badly-- but it just continues on. Scott comes, but his muscles keep gripping and keeping him in place as he rides through it.

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.]

[laserguy]

[A fucked out groan pulls out from him, something just a little more strained about it even though his body is also pulsing in a pleasant haze from the recent orgasm he just had. Is it possible to feel overwhelmed but wanting more at once? Okay, yeah, it is, he knows that by now, but it doesn't erase those feelings from gripping him as Scott pants loudly while looking down at the wolfman between his legs.

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.]

[drugsnotclubs]

[Sorry, Scott. He's absolutely going to do some sort of eyeroll at the apologies and self-depreciation of his own physical self. He gets it, sure-- it's similar to how he's felt before, maybe like he would feel now if he wasn't so distracted by the influence of the moon out here. But knowing how it feels means he knows especially how important it is the knock that out of him. (With. His cock. Apparently.)

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.

[laserguy]

[It's hard to argue that they weren't in a similar position just a few weeks ago, but it was okay then because it was him helping Shinjiro out and that makes all the difference. He's supposed to like... watch over his friends? Something like that. And he's been here far longer than Shinjiro so it makes even more sense to him. Of course he ended up really enjoying said encounter last time... and that feeling right now is only returning just as strong, maybe even stronger, and.

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.....

[drugsnotclubs]

[He really couldn't let Scott get all the way into his space of being blissfully fucked without adding some sort of challenge to it, could he. And the way he stammers out a response to it is honestly-- really cute. Flushed in the face, sprawled back, riding out sensations-- but he still has to curl and rise to the bait. Shinjiro's lips draw back in that extremely toothy expression, something like a self-satisfied smirk, and he punctuates Scott's challenge back with a rock of his hips-- and a swipe of that weird long tongue across one of the lenses of his glasses, clearly taunting.]

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!

[laserguy]

[A flare of more heat seeing Shinjiro smirk right back at him. An added spark of teasing and fun tension that makes this whole encounter all the more arousing and enjoyable, his own tongue swiping against his lips as he tries to meet his words.]

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.

[drugsnotclubs]

[As always, Scott doesn't moderate or hide his reactions. His voice is loud, his body moves hungrily, almost greedily, taking as much sensation and pleasure as he can get. Hell, with the way he clenched and grips, Shinjiro almost has to pause to keep himself from getting carried away and too far lost in it. Not while Scott is still desperate and needing and wanting.

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.

[laserguy]

[A spark of red flashing behind his glasses at the tease, but Shinjiro is at least moving as he demanded and so he doesn't have any real complaints to lodge against him. Not now. He just lets out a small groan as that uniquely shaped dick draws out from inside of him, teasing along his walls, and getting his spent cock to twitch again-- already eager for more in that greedy ass way.

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!

[drugsnotclubs]

[The confidence, the determination, the challenge in Scott's voice, expression, and the shadow of his eyes that can be barely seen through those glasses? It's hot. More so than he would have expected. His ears are fully perked up and forward, black nose twitching as he breaths in their breath and sweat and fluids and general mess.]

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.

[laserguy]

[There really is something so satisfying seeing Shinjiro underneath him like this. All that power and strength in his transformed muscles and yet he's still staying obediently down as he continues to moves his hips above his furred pelvis. Heh, if he's staying like this, does that mean he's the one really exhibiting control...? Yeah, probably, but for once, he just allows it-- enjoys it, for once feeling it's okay to lose himself a bit even though that red vision will always be a reminder that he has to be careful on some level.

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.

[drugsnotclubs]

[He can't help his own low groan as Scott bottoms out on his hips and continues his self-serving grind. Not nearly as loud as the other teen (because really, when was he ever?) but it's still there under the noise of panting breaths and skin sliding against skin. Scott seated back, knees arced on either side, rolling himself to find and take the pleasure he needs-- it's almost too much, and Shinjiro has to clench his teeth, eyes shutting to try and pull himself back, not immediately come at the warm, wet droplets from Scott's orgasm painting his stomach, beading over the shorter fur on his abdomen.]

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.]

[laserguy]

[He nearly ejaculates for that final time as Shinjiro's large paws grip his thighs, feeling those nails dig into his skin in a sensation that isn't painful, but definitely felt, not to mention the way that he fully takes in that heated throb of a monster dick spreading against his walls. Still spreading him wide, still rubbing against his walls, with a stretch that borders on being too much but just enough, and... Scott visibly shuffles atop him, his ass rubbing on top the base of his dick as he feels something new and different bulging right inside him. And in return he can't help but clench harder around him-- against that unique sensation that he's never felt before.]

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.]