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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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[ 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.

[ Aidios that's hot.

He's coming down from his orgasm now, pupils still blown out from the sensations even as he works to take in this sight, his cum dripping down her face. The pleasure in her eyes, her mouth, her words. ]

You look fucking amazing.

[ As if she wasn't aware how he'd felt about her as she'd wrung every last drop of his orgasm out of him. He leans in to murmur into her ear, husky and low: ]

Your turn.

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All thanks to you, really.

[So nice to be appreciated. Truly. She is not thinking of any unpleasantness in detail, it's not a conscious decision either, she has singular, better things to occupy her mind.

But she does enjoy the feeling of competence and surety, that, no matter what happens or what her undeath throws at her, she can still do this much. There is no mistaking his gratitude, but it actually cuts both ways, more than she will say.

Her eyes flutter to hear his hot breath on her ear and she worries her lip with her teeth as she listens.

She is too far gone to feel panic or self-disgust, but not so much that she can simply give him that. At least, for now. What is a girl to do? He needs a little break, she knows that much (sigh, this has always been the most difficult part), but until she can stir him wanting again, there's no harm in having a little o what he wants.

She rises up and straddles his thighs, though she is deceptively careful not to rest any weight upon them and she takes his hands in hers, guides them to the bare skin of her waist, to bottom of her puffy crop top before she lets them go, leaving him to do the rest.]

[ Sorry that dicks can't pop immediately back up, 80H. The spirit is willing but the cock needs a break.

The rest of him certainly doesn't though, and he's burying his face in the space where her neck and shoulders meet and nibbling even while one of his hands inches slowly up her shirt and towards those amazing breasts he was admiring earlier. His other hand is still woven into her hair, holding onto her with a loosened grip that teases at the possibility of more.

Is she wearing a bra? Or are her breasts unhindered, free for him to instantly seek out her nipples and tease at them? Well, he's about to find out one way or the other. ]

[She is wearing a strapless bra yes because she is a proper lady of good breeding who would never do anything untoward like, go without, most of the time.

But she sighs pleasantly at the nibbling, her hands rubbing along his shoulders. She's filled with such eager, hungering energy and with a limited outlet at the moment.]

[ He moves that hand in her hair away and down, down towards her back-- he's aware, distantly, that front-snap bras exist but his first guess is that this will be a back-snap bra. Which does in fact mean, if he cared to ponder about that, that he's familiar enough with how women's bras work that it wormed his way into Important Things To Know When You Have Amnesia.

He is not examining that, though. Why would he? He's much more interested in examining 80H's body. While the one hand is searching for the bra snap, the other is lightly massaging at her chest-- fingertips brushing where a nipple might be, exploring. Anticipating.

And in the meantime, he's working his way towards giving her an almighty hickey unless she makes any sound whatsoever of protest against it. ]

[She does not protest, far from it. The way she groans, low in her throat, can only be taken as encouragement.]

How naughty of you, truly.

[It's not a serious chide, naturally, but the pressure of his sucking is exciting and inhales, just shy of sharp, but her fingers grip his shoulders a little tighter.

her chest is, well it isn't inconspicuous, that is for certain. It is all warm, bountiful curves and softness.

Sensitive.

Even through the fabric feeling his fingers brush against her nipple brings it that much closer to attention and her lashes flutter.]

[ Her reactions are gratifying. Very gratifying. He manages to make quick work of the clasp once he locates it, freeing those bountiful breasts from their cloth prison. He tugs it gently out from under her puffy crop top and sets it aside, somewhere at the foot of his bed.

He's trailing kisses down her chest now, towards the nipple he'd teased through her bra. It's slow going, but when he gets to his goal he flicks at the nipple with his tongue before swirling it slowly around the areola.

Meanwhile, one of his hands is trailing downwards, towards the waist of her skirt. Depending on how easy the access is, he'll even slip it inside and move downwards slowly. ]

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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

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