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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 moan at the feeling of her nails digging into her back. He loves it, loves the desperate, wanton sound of her moans, loves the way her hips move with his every time he crashes into her. Having come once already means he'll be able to last longer than he would've otherwise, but the problem is she feels amazing and his pace is unyielding enough that he knows he won't be able to keep it up forever.

It's a pity he can't, he finds he's really enjoying the look and feel of her when she's being thoroughly fucked.

He's letting her lead the way with the kiss, twining his tongue in concert with hers, but the pace of his thrusts into her is all his. Moving against her, into her, the feeling is divine and the sounds coming out of him definitely tell her how much he appreciates how she feels. ]

[She does not want to think, she does not want to remember her name and Crow is doing marvelously on getting her to that point. Randy, Jasmine, her failures are all a lifetime away, someone else's problem. All she needs is this.

She disdains the heat normally but it feels so good. Like he might burn up inside her as every nerve comes alight at every point of contact and she welcomes and relishes it. But she's never been good or comfortable with passively accepting sex except when that is the point and so she breaks the kiss to bite and suck hard at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

Turnabout is fair play and all that.]

[ Turnabout is definitely fair play, and he lets out a shuddering gasp when she starts sucking. ]

F-fuck--

[ It's an approving sound, and he rewards her with a particularly brutal thrust inside of her, one all but striving to blur the lines between them altogether. The jolt of pleasure has gotten him that much closer, and he knows the end of this round is near for him.]

Edited (Phone tagging, sorry ) 2019-02-25 20:56 (UTC)

[She enjoys kissing him a lot but hearing him unencumbered is amazing in its own right. It's affirming and it's attractive and it is satisfying. She feels it in the tips of her breasts and how she tightens around him for a moment and she does not stop, her tongue circling around his skin as she continues to suck.

Her hips roll in time with his thrust, driving him even deeper in a bid to further his pleasure. He's so good, he's so goodsogood she can barely stand it, and she moans constantly, the sound an ever-growing desperate hum against his skin. Her pleasure is mounting, she cannot take much more of this even if she wants everything he has to give.]

[ The hazy, electric feeling of her mouth against his neck combines sweetly with the obscenely attractive sounds of her moans. Between that and the earth-shattering way her hips are undulating against his and his own relentless pace, it's only a couple minutes longer before he's falling over that edge.

He's not quiet about it, but he hasn't really been this whole time. His hips stutter against hers as his orgasm starts, but he manages to find the presence of mind to move against her, his pace not one bit less frantic as he comes hot and heavy inside of her. ]

Edited (Phone tagging, sorry ) 2019-02-25 23:12 (UTC)

[He pulls her right over that same edge just moments after, the force of his orgasm enough to send her falling down, down, down. She arches into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, very little space being left between them at all. She cries out, but quietly, like the breath has been stolen from her. Her legs squeeze around him tightly--perhaps too tightly. It is a lot of force that she did not mitigate, but she did not expect him to be this amazing. She can fix it after if she needs to.

She breathes hotly against his neck for several beats before she kisses his neck, messy, attentive, hungry, appreciative her lips trailing upward and muttering "good, so good" between kisses until she finds his.

They just came, but it only seems to stimulate her hunger further. She can feel him inside her, how hot he feels--how much he's filled her. And it feels fantastic. Salacious at it is, she's always enjoyed it and it's always made her want more.]

[ It's possible, he's now considering, that she's really not a screamer in the first place. That doesn't mean he thinks it's impossible to get her there, just that he may need to reconsider his strategy and come at it from a different angle.

But maybe... on a different day. 80H didn't break anything perse, but her legs had squeezes him a good deal more tightly than the human body really appreciates under most circumstances. He's sore. He's really sore, but there's actually something sexy about the idea he'd made her lose control over herself to that kind of degree.

Who'd have thought that getting bruised could stroke his ego so very nicely? ]

Mmm.... you're amazing....

[ The words are murmured against her hair, appreciative and with only the barest note of the soreness he's experiencing. It's true, though, he really means it-- the way she feels is incredible, he'd easily be up for another few rounds if he weren't in pain.

There's also that recovery period before he can, ah, rise to the occasion again but he could work around that. ]

[She finally unwinds her legs which feel like jelly now, but most certainly are not considering the number she's done on him and she draws in a hissing breath, her voice breathless and husky but very concerned!]

My goodness! [Those sure are some bruises. She cranes her neck to look a weird mix of fascinated, distraught, and embarrassed.] My apologies, I really...lost control.

[curse these unlucky thirteen days and this hot guy and his amazing dick like what the fuck actually godsdamn]

Yeah, but it's really sexy.

[ He flashes a grin at her, but he's not talking too loudly because ow. ]

[Amane's hands trail down his sides and her voice takes on an odd, layered quality.]

Soyez béni et bien.

[Glowing water gathers around her hands and a cool, calming feeling seeps into his skin as the soreness and unwitting injury fade away and repair themselves.

She may not live this down either. Good grief.

But she makes a noise of surprise. It works faster than what she's grown used to in Forest. Is she no longer limited? Something to test later, maybe. For now, the water disappears, but her hands remain there.

They're very nice hips.]

Is that better?

[ If he shifts position until he captures her lips with his and starts making out with her, is that an answer? ]

[Oh.

Well, then.

She wonders if it's a failure of responsibility to be so distracted, but she's kissing him back immediately, her lips working against his as she kisses him over and over, a hand sliding from his back over his shoulders to cradle his face.

[ It probably is, but Crow really doesn't care right now. He kisses her very thoroughly for a good minute and a half before he pulls away to whisper into her ear: ]

Much better.

[She whimpers at the whispered words. It's always been such a tremendous weakness of hers and she's still far from unsatiated.

He's not ready yet, but the way she quivers around him tells another story for her.]

...I am glad.

[ Ready again, huh? He's honestly impressed. He kisses at the soft spot behind her ear.... and then at the crook of her neck.... her collarbone.... the well of her breast.... her nipple... the spot on her ribcage just below where her breasts end.... ]

[That earns him a very soft whine and when he starts to move lower her fingers are in his hair again. She quite likes it, she's decided.]

Crow-san...that is unfair.

[Not that she has played fair even remotely, but what is she to do if he riles her up like this when he isn't ready?]

Hmmm~?

[ He looks up at her from where he is, doing his best to look innocent but probably looking more like a debauched angel than an actual innocent. ]

I don't know what you're talking about. ♪

[ He kisses her bellybutton. ]

[Compared to what she's put him through, this is nothing, and yet it does not stop her from resolving to pay him back for it later--]

--ah.

[Her navel is sensitive and she's distracted from her thoughts of vengeance when he kisses it. She really needs to get the rest of her clothes out of the way, but for now, her voice is polite and yet wry.]

I am sure you do not.

[She pulls on his ear.]

[ He laughs like the stupid jerkbird he is before he moves himself a little lower, past the bunched-up layers of her skirt to give her a long, slow lick down her slit. He can taste the mixture of her cum and his own, but this isn't really what he'd consider a problem. ]

[Really, she was starting to guess when he did not stop and her face grows a deeper red with every inch that takes him closer.]

You really do not have to--ahh!

[She jerks at the unexpected lick, gasping when it is not quickly over and eyes slipping shut. Gods, between both of them, she's a mess. She likes being one, but having it seen sometimes can be embarrassing.]

What makes you think I don't want to?

[ His voice his husky as he says that before he sets to lapping at her with his tongue, using it to move her folds and swirl around her clit while his hand joins and he inserts a couple of his fingers inside of her. ]

[It wouldn't help her argument in reality but she'd like to think it might if she still did not sound so very wanting, even if she is also suddenly a bit timid.

It would also help if he would stop doing that with this tongue!]

W-well, I mean, I prefer to fo-focus on--mm--my partners.

[In spite of her tightness, her fingers slip inside her incredibly easily, she is simply far too wet for them not to, but immediately she squeezes around him. She is trying so dearly not to squirm to focus and minimise but her body is betraying her a little. It's terrible.]

[ He'd respond with, you know, words but... he'd have to stop doing that with his tongue and he absolutely does not want to. He almost carelessly flicks his tongue across her clit at random intervals, otherwise swirling tantalizingly while he starts moving his fingers inside her, finding the spot inside of her guaranteed to bring her the most pleasure and then thrusting his fingers in an insistent but steady rhythm, brushing against it each time. ]

[Oh, this...this is. She starts to moan, but it is quiet and at odd intervals. She's not a very loud person, but it is almost like she is doing her best to be silent.

But he is testing her.

Her chest rises and falls arrhythmically--she does not know what he will do when and this is not a pleasure she has had nearly enough to know what to expect from someone she's just met doing it. A part of her, larger than normal, simply wants to surrender to it. She needs more and he is being generous in giving it to her. That should be enough.

That same, larger part seems to be winning because her fingers thread themselves deeper in his hair, rubbing against his scalp unwittingly.

Her hips jerk violently when he fingers crook and thrust inside her and she is caught in a frantic series of gasps. It's too much too soon to her sensitive self but he won't stop anytime soon, she's certain.]

[ He's absolutely not going to stop anytime soon. He runs his tongue across her clit again and then starts sucking on it, testing her reaction even as he continues to thrust relentlessly with his fingers.

Those odd, quiet moments feel like winning and he's finding he has a taste for it. How hard is she trying to bite back those sexy moans, how much would it take for her to lose control entirely? Will she lose control? It's an exciting mystery and he can't wait to find out.

Her fingers in his hair, rubbing against his scalp is encouraging. Pleasant. He finds he wouldn't mind if she grabbed onto it, but this is fine too. ]

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