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Who: Everyone
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Public Lounge

[ Guess who's trying to earn as many Sparks as possible? This guy. So on Day 13, sometime during the day each Team may have received a quick visit from this guy, encouraging them to come to the public lounge during the afternoon to partecipate on a get to know each other exercise. For anyone who asks, he'll explain on very generic terms that it's just a game of truth or dare or kiss, and he's going to try his best to convince people to actually show up.

For those who do show up at the public lounge in the afternoon, he's going to explain the basic set up ]

All right, so, the whole thing is pretty simple. Usually, I guess there should be something to spin or help with randomly selecting people, but that's going to get complicated, so let's skip that one. You see someone you want to get to know, you partner up with 'em.

Here's the rules. You ask your partner to pick Truth or Dare, and ask or provide your challenge accordingly. As the person who's been asked or challenged, you will have the option to back out of it by kissing your partner instead. Doesn't have to be anywhere specific, there's kids here.

You won't win anything out of it except, huh, my gratitude for taking part, I guess.

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[ Crow is not quiet.

Really, he's rarely quiet anyway-- he's loud, obnoxious, and enthusiastic about a great many things. He's definitely not quiet now, small sounds escaping from him when he enjoys the way her hands are moving or when she brushes against a particularly tight knot. He may not be letting down his guard mentally, but his body is reacting to her touch.

In uh, more ways than one but at least parts of it are covered by him lying down on his stomach for now. ]

[Be clinical, be professional.

The problem is that, being who and what she is, she cannot help but respond to sound. It is a part of her that dwells deep inside what passes for her heart these days and Crow has a very nice voice that she cannot help but be aware of in its entirety.

She knows what it is doing to her to listen to him and she does not deny it, but works around it. Inhale. Exhale. This is a natural consequence of her actions and does not mean anything at all.

The body is a fascinating thing and she tries to focus on the layers and layers of skin, beneath that, muscle and sinew as they shift, warm, and loosen under her touch. She can well and truly see for herself the knots coming done in real time, and on a very enhanced level if she so wishes.

But her hands have to move lower, lower, lower, and she realises that she is holding her breath--not that she needs to breathe--when they are a little close to the hem of his pajama bottoms.

It's a critical place, it supports the weight of everything above it and bearsthe brunt of so much. With her eyes as active as they are, clothes really are meaningless, even if the colours of the world are different like this, shapes retain their meaning and she can see an increase of blood flow--

She stops her Sight. She doesn't look.

Which is good.

Her hands slip, though, which is bad. And very nearly past that hem which is very dangerous.]

M-my apologies.

[Her voice is audible, but quiet and a little husky before she clears her throat. All business.]

I have made considerable progress.

[ Fuck. That husky tone, the way she says "my apologies" does things to him, and he does his best to stifle the groan that has everything to do with her voice and not nearly as much to do with her touch (though it's a factor). He wants her. He knows he wants her, he barely knows her but that doesn't matter much at all to his hormone-addled senses-- doesn't matter much to him anyway, so long as they're both consenting adults.

They are. They could be, and the idea of rolling over right then is--

But she only signed on for a massage. So he shoves down that heady, lusty feeling for now. But it's hard.

(That's not the only thing that's h--) ]

You're really good at this.

[ His voice might be a little husky, too. ]

[She is doing her best not to consider the fact that, aside, or rather, on top of everything she has endured in this place, she has not seen to her, ah, needs. In nearly two weeks. That is, frankly, unprecedented for her, and she is feeling the lack and the want as easily as the muscle and skin beneath her knowing fingers.

She tries to close a bond that isn't there anymore and swallows a whimper. She is not sure how much more of this she can take and it is a good thing he isn't looking in her direction. she knows her face must be red.]

T-thank you. I only wish to be of service.

[which is true, it's very true, considering how this started.

But.

But...]

[ But.

(He wouldn't have minded if her hands had kept going lower, past the hem of his hands towards his butt actually.)

It's really hard to behave, it's so hard and he is going to fail that "no flirting" dare even more miserably than he already was but-- ]

I'm feeling... pretty decently serviced, alright.

[ He barely manages to bite off a request for further services, but there's probably more than a hint of it in the way the words fall from his lips. ]

[listen she's trying to be good.

She's a failure of a person, but even she's not that dense.

You have not begun to see good servic--

Stop. Stop it.]

Was there...something else you wanted?

[Her tone is light and innocuous, but also pointed in its enunciation.]

[ He rolls off his stomach and his hard-on is honestly pretty poorly hidden by his comfortable pajama pants at this point. It's obvious and he's not trying to pretend it isn't. ]

I don't suppose someone is up for discussion~?

[She bites the inside of her mouth. A part of her, growing larger by the moment, simply wants to tackle and pin him down with her mouth, her hips, her presence, let her body do the talking.

Instead, she kneels in front of him in the space between hi legs, the motion smooth and elegant for what she intends to do.]

And what did you wish to discuss?

Honestly, I've been wanting to see how those amazing breasts of yours feel in my hands and mouth since I laid eyes on you. I want to touch you, for you to touch me until we're both screaming.

[she is, honestly, too horny to self-deprecate about her breasts at the moment, so hearing that simply sets lust fluttering in her stomach like a thousand dizzying butterflies of desire and she cannot help but exhale giddily, not quite a laugh, at the sensation.]

So many things to do, Crow-san. Shall I leave this...[Her fingers draw idle lines, up and down, along the clothed length of him.]...be for a while?

Oh, but I should so dearly like to taste you.

[ He lets out a hiss of breath, his cock twitching eagerly at the touch. ]

How's this sound to start-- you can taste me for a while and then I get to taste you?

[well, hearing that makes her want to ensure that he can do no such thing, even if it is borne of something negative, it is an interesting challenge.

But her fingers do not stop stroking him and even if she keeps her touch light, they become a little more insistent, but the process is slow. Gradual.

She wants him, she is aching, but she always has time to spare for a tease.]

We shall see...there may not be anything left in you when I am through.

[ He lets out a low groan, his hips rocking subtly into her touch. ]

I love to see you try that.

I do not try. I succeed.

[She slowly pulls back the waist of his pants to free him and she stares contently at the sight of him, but does not miss a beat in moving her still slick, soft fingers to his shaft, delicate at first, until her fingers fold around him, one by one, and she strokes him just once to see.]

[ He's a pretty decent size-- not terrifyingly large, maybe just a little thicker than average but otherwise pretty normal. He makes a lewd, encouraging sound as he rocks into her hand. He needs-- something to do with his hands, so he threads them through her hair, brushing any stray strands from her face so he can see it as she moves. ]

[she wants to tease, to see him come undone, absolutely unraveled and she will--but her own eagerness demands attention and so she promises herself his ruin later.

Or perhaps she will do it sooner. She can be so fickle and changeable when she's gone so long without it. She draws nearer, the pad of her thumb rolling across the silken skin of his head, made smoother by the oil. Every slow stroke up is like that, but on a stroke down her tongue darts out. Light, little flicks like fluttering wings, until she sees fit to add more, longer strokes of her tongue.

Hm, perhaps she does mean to ruin him now, after all.]

[ He lets out a low whine, doing his best to let her choose the pace and not just thrust wantonly into her mouth but it's hard. She's a tease, such a tease, and he swears he's not coming undone so easily but he needs more. His hand is still light in her hair, his grip not too demanding so she knows he's not fully gone yet-- even if the sounds coming out of him are very encouraging. ]

[Every muscle and servo is straining under the immense of her desire, against the fight to simply ride and ride and ride, but hearing that whine makes it all so worth it.

It may take time and effort to get him to crack in some way, but she has both.]

Ah, is something the matter, Crow-san?

[Her voice is low and hot, her lips brushing against his skin as she speaks before she kisses the tip ever so lightly, her fingers still working him, but a little faster. Not to bring him relief, but instead show him what he could have, maybe, and more if only he would let go.]

[ The problem with Crow is this: He is a competitive asshole.

The promise of more is so tantalizing, every part of his body is betraying how much he wants but his stupid mouth can't let go and let her win this easily. ]

N-no.... [ He can't help it, his voice is a little unsteady. ] You're good. We're good.

[She looks up at him through her thick eyelashes and does not smile, but her eyes are bright with mirth and interest, brighter against the warm flush in her cheeks.

There are few pleasures so tantalising as this. She is orchestrating this, certainly, but he is not fighting against her, it is not so simple as that, but he is fighting against himself. Pushing that breaking point just a little further, just a little more--to do anything it takes not to trip over it and give in. Oh, how painfully sweet it must be. The gears turn in her mind, whirring wildly as she wonders what drives him. Pride? Stubbornness? An unwillingness to humble himself and submit? She doesn't know and it's delicious; the struggle is electric and it is only for her eyes.

She should thank him properly.

She licks her lips, full and shining, before she takes his head past them, sucking for the briefest of moments and lingering for a moment more, to see if he will thrust, willingly or not, into that waiting wet heat. It could be his. All of it.]

[ He'll make her keep wondering at those answers for a while perhaps, not even just because he doesn't remember the source of the answers-- but even if he did, communication doesn't come easily to him at the best of times.

(It is, in fact, some combination of the three- pride, stubbornness, a flat refusal to ever make submission easy. It's a fight to make him come undone so completely, one he doesn't want to give up so soon.)

His hips shake with the effort of not thrusting into her warm, hot mouth. His breathing is wild, erratic, and he can't see anything past the shape of her lips wrapped sweetly around his cock. It's so good, she's so good and the sounds coming out of him are loud and lewd but he can't make himself give in yet. Not while he still has some thread of control left within him. ]

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[She makes a show of humming contently, though it is far from insincere, at the longer taste of his skin and the beads of pre that she's sucked away. He's a stronger one. She likes that.

It will be all the more satisfying when he breaks for her.

She still has an ace or two in the hole, but she is saving it. She does not care about being sporting, but everything is in the timing and she cannot rush them if she wants to have a tremendous impact.

All things in good time.

She really will thank him properly. This gives her a sweet sense of purpose. Direction. Every tremble, every whine, every struggle at holding himself back just gives her vigor, gives her life and she can exert herself with renewed control. Ironically, everything he's doing only makes her want him more, but she can handle it better now, she need only focus on the payoff.]

Exquisite.

[Is he? Is this? What is? She will leave him wondering. Her hand "quickens" a very generous interpretation of the word and she draws a slow spiral around his head with her tongue. It'll be far more difficult to keep him off balance if she changes her methods.]

[ She's exquisite, this moment is. Goddess that agonizing, amazing spiral she's doing with her tongue is driving him mad. He loves it, he needs this needs her wants more goddess more more more--

It's so hard not to break, not to thrust demandingly into her mouth. Why aren't we? his cock is demanding of him, and he's finding it harder and harder to remember. ]

You're-- amazing....

[ The words come tumbling out of him, punctuated by a subtle rocking from his hips-- he almost broke, almost but he catches himself. But the desperate, needy sounds coming from him are a sure indication he won't keep much longer. He needs more, this teasing is getting to be too much but he can't make himself let go yet. ]

[her pupils are blowing up, she knows the end must be in sight, but she cannot afford to grow arrogant, complacent or hasty. Better still she loves that feeling, loves that he is keeping her so very on her toes and aware. Her heart pumps with the thrill and it galvanises her senses. It makes her see and appreciate. The fall of his hair, the shape of his mouth and the sounds that it is making, the way his hands flex in her hair, trying not to grip.

Oh, how it gives her chills.

Her heart is pounding, her tongue still working, and her mouth, well, it is just so very close. A safe harbour in this unrelenting storm of sweet dissatisfaction.]

[ It's amazing, she's so amazing and maddening and he needs more, he needs more needs more needsmoreneedsmoreneedsmoreneedsmore--

And he breaks with a groan, thrusting properly into her mouth once, twice. More. So long as there's no indication she can't handle it, he's all but fucking her mouth as desperate sounds pour from him. Some wordless, moaning wantonly. Some words, more and fuck yes.

She's so good, she's amazing and the entire rest of the train could walk in on them and he doesn't think he could stop in his moment. ]

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they're both trying so hard to behave

and here's where he's gonna fail

he tried and no one can criticise him also nsfw i guess

[nsfw] he did his best

THOTPOCALYPSE BEGINS

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crow with the big dick energy

don't tell him that his ego will explode

true nuff

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