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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our new inn for all new arrivals. Wildcards are invited to enjoy rest and relaxation while getting to know their fellow inn patrons. Current guests are encouraged to make reservations at the inn for some self-care. Prices are discounted to celebrate the new year.
All patrons have exclusive access to new additions at Crane's Respite and Heron's Retreat. The inn itself also provides a unique experience unlike anything else in the Golden Peacock.
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[ the words are so precisely quoted that tseng can't help a low laugh in response. he remembers that evening, of course, seared like a brand into his memory and revisited time and time again. remembers how the threat of tseng's violence had been enough to make rufus spill into his slacks, brought to orgasm by nothing more than a few hard kisses and the promise of evisceration. ]
It was. [ his voice is low and promising and his teeth drag lightly against rufus' skin. ] I would still tear their throats out. Just like—
[ just like rufus would apparently do for tseng, except if tseng says that aloud he's genuinely not sure he'll be able to keep his composure. the single thread that stands between him and pushing rufus up against the wall of the elevator to fuck him right now is the fact that tseng hadn't left his suite with lube on his person and he's not about to make rufus take it dry. he groans, but doesn't reach for the emergency shutoff, keeping his hands at rufus' hips, his waist, moving along his body wherever tseng can reach in an effort to keep himself busy.
and besides, for all that tseng is being eaten up inside by ravenous hunger, he does want to fuck rufus on a bed. on rufus' bed at that, a thought both transgressive and comforting: it means access to a part of rufus that very few know, and the safety of being ensconced in the only place in the resort safer than tseng's own suite. ]
I'm going to take you to bed and then take you apart, [ he promises, and then closes his mouth over rufus' pulse point to suck a bruise there. a mark of possession, maybe. a sign that tseng was here. rufus smells sweet and warm, like sun and smoke, a little woody in a way that makes tseng want to drag his tongue over every inch of rufus' body. no, no. that's something he wants to do anyway. the cologne is just a bonus.
the elevator draws to a halt on the king floor and the doors slide open. reluctantly, tseng withdraws enough to give rufus room to move, but he stays close the entire way down the hallway, much closer than propriety demands. ]
[So much for Tseng's composure. Maybe it's all the worse for Tseng's composure, even, to hear the thought finished not in his own voice but in Rufus's, low and ragged and finally settled firmly into the realm of arousal born of passion instead of fury. They've spoken before, haven't they, about the things they can do here that could never happen in Midgar, the liberties they're finally free to take. A vow like that could never pass between them back home, at least not aloud. It's the sort of thing they might've said ten years ago, fifteen — young and stupid and too reckless to know better.
The thought blooms warm and possessive in the pit of Rufus's stomach. Where Tseng is concerned, he really does seem to land his most memorable moments in elevators.
In the last moment before Tseng withdraws, Rufus reaches for him, clasping his face and claiming his mouth in a kiss that's as much like he's out to devour him as it is anything else, rough and hungry and possessive. Just a little something to tide them over as they hurry down the hall and he keys them into his room, all but dragging Tseng inside in his haste to kick the door shut behind them.
As the door swings shut, the familiar metallic jingle of a chain collar rings out against the marble. Unsurprisingly, Darkstar has come to the door as she always does, waiting patiently to see who dares enter her master's penthouse. Fortunately, even in their chaotic state of dress and feverish haste, Rufus and Tseng check out — and Darkstar merely wags her tail in greeting until she's treated to Rufus's usual gesture dismissing her from her vigil.]
...Hurry.
[Hurry, he insists, and for good reason. It wouldn't be the first time they've fucked in the entryway. It's going to take quite a lot of dedicated focus to make it through the penthouse to his bed — particularly when Rufus is already pulling at his tie and the buttons of his shirt, seemingly content to shed pieces of his outfit like breadcrumbs all the way to their destination.]
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It was. [ his voice is low and promising and his teeth drag lightly against rufus' skin. ] I would still tear their throats out. Just like—
[ just like rufus would apparently do for tseng, except if tseng says that aloud he's genuinely not sure he'll be able to keep his composure. the single thread that stands between him and pushing rufus up against the wall of the elevator to fuck him right now is the fact that tseng hadn't left his suite with lube on his person and he's not about to make rufus take it dry. he groans, but doesn't reach for the emergency shutoff, keeping his hands at rufus' hips, his waist, moving along his body wherever tseng can reach in an effort to keep himself busy.
and besides, for all that tseng is being eaten up inside by ravenous hunger, he does want to fuck rufus on a bed. on rufus' bed at that, a thought both transgressive and comforting: it means access to a part of rufus that very few know, and the safety of being ensconced in the only place in the resort safer than tseng's own suite. ]
I'm going to take you to bed and then take you apart, [ he promises, and then closes his mouth over rufus' pulse point to suck a bruise there. a mark of possession, maybe. a sign that tseng was here. rufus smells sweet and warm, like sun and smoke, a little woody in a way that makes tseng want to drag his tongue over every inch of rufus' body. no, no. that's something he wants to do anyway. the cologne is just a bonus.
the elevator draws to a halt on the king floor and the doors slide open. reluctantly, tseng withdraws enough to give rufus room to move, but he stays close the entire way down the hallway, much closer than propriety demands. ]
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[So much for Tseng's composure. Maybe it's all the worse for Tseng's composure, even, to hear the thought finished not in his own voice but in Rufus's, low and ragged and finally settled firmly into the realm of arousal born of passion instead of fury. They've spoken before, haven't they, about the things they can do here that could never happen in Midgar, the liberties they're finally free to take. A vow like that could never pass between them back home, at least not aloud. It's the sort of thing they might've said ten years ago, fifteen — young and stupid and too reckless to know better.
The thought blooms warm and possessive in the pit of Rufus's stomach. Where Tseng is concerned, he really does seem to land his most memorable moments in elevators.
In the last moment before Tseng withdraws, Rufus reaches for him, clasping his face and claiming his mouth in a kiss that's as much like he's out to devour him as it is anything else, rough and hungry and possessive. Just a little something to tide them over as they hurry down the hall and he keys them into his room, all but dragging Tseng inside in his haste to kick the door shut behind them.
As the door swings shut, the familiar metallic jingle of a chain collar rings out against the marble. Unsurprisingly, Darkstar has come to the door as she always does, waiting patiently to see who dares enter her master's penthouse. Fortunately, even in their chaotic state of dress and feverish haste, Rufus and Tseng check out — and Darkstar merely wags her tail in greeting until she's treated to Rufus's usual gesture dismissing her from her vigil.]
...Hurry.
[Hurry, he insists, and for good reason. It wouldn't be the first time they've fucked in the entryway. It's going to take quite a lot of dedicated focus to make it through the penthouse to his bed — particularly when Rufus is already pulling at his tie and the buttons of his shirt, seemingly content to shed pieces of his outfit like breadcrumbs all the way to their destination.]