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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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[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. ]

[It's dynamite.

She is going to savour this--is already savouring, make no mistake, but she is good. She believes in incentives and rewards for when they are finally accepted and seized.

She handles everything she gives him, better than that, she takes more, her lips sliding all the way down and her throat relaxing to take all of him in at once. He's been good and he should know it. The difference is night and day as she draws her lips up, sucking and applying pressure like she's dying of thirst and she can draw the water from his skin.

And then she sets the rhythm.

Her head bobs up and down, heedless of the hands in her hair and what he does with them, her hand stroking in the space she does not reach with her mouth and all the while her tongue slides along the shaft, wraps around his head with every slide of her lips with expert timing.

After giving him precious little, she means to give him everything.]

[ She's everywhere and she's everything, the only things that exist right now are her mouth and her tongue and his hands tangled tightly in her hair and it's a sweet, sweet ecstasy. It's like electricity, it's like magic. She's been a tease, an amazing, frustrating tease and now she's bliss.

He won't last long like this, not when he's already worked up so much, but he's riding it out for now. He's not quite screaming but he's loud and he's lewd and he's very, very appreciative.

She's set the rhythm and he's helpless to do anything but follow along, but she's already won-- he doesn't want anything in this moment but to chase it, to feed into her pace and the perfect sensations she's offering him. ]

[She has no plans to stop. He's given her what she wanted, so she will give him what he needs.

A voice at the back of mind tempts otherwise, but she silences it promptly--it's much too early for that sort of thing. It's a give and take, and if she's honest at the moment, she is glad for his resounding moment of shattering because no longer holding back means that she gets to enjoy him much more thoroughly as well. She will not pretend to put her own denial on the same level as his, but she covets and she craves. He is hot and strong in her mouth, and even if they are driven by desperation, the thrusting of his hips are so unyielding she cannot help but find it so helplessly attractive.

She also cannot help but think of his hips being elsewhere, for that matter. But for now, her eyes slip shut the better to pay attention to him. His voice. His taste. her mouth and fingers never stop working. Not until he's finished.]

[ He is absolutely down for discussing his hips being elsewhere after he's given a little bit of recovery time. Probably not too long, he's still fairly young and his libido is strong.

But for now, he's losing himself in her mouth. And he's close, he's so close-- He can see the edge coming, and he barely has the presence of mind to warn her. ]

I'm gonna--

[ And then he's coming, hot and strong as he continues to thrust into her mouth, running after those extra few seconds of ultimate pleasure. It's amazing, it's so good and he's babbling out incoherent praise as he rides out his orgasm. ]

[She has done this enough that she can sense it before he says anything and is already dipping her head lower to take him all in. To the hilt. Again and again, liquid heat hits her throat and she slowly draws herself up as she swallows, wanting to catch the last of it on her tongue. She's always enjoyed the taste, but she needs to know what his is like.

It's salacious and she relishes in it the way she opens her mouth to let him see what he's done but also done to her. Her face flushed, lips fuller for their effort, pupils absolutely blown.

She drinks him down and it's surreptitiously calculated how she doesn't get all of it, a line of white slowly rolls down the side of her mouth before she sweeps it up with a finger and sucks it clean, her teeth showing around it before she draws it free.]

Delicious.

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

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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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this continues to be filthy