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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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[While her mouth is busy she reaches for that bottle of oil and surreptitiously coats her fingers before she sends them traipsing along his (absolutely glorious) chest to trace opposing circles around it.

She quietly makes a note to herself for future plans as she tugs, both with her fingers and lightly with her teeth.]

[ He lets out a hiss of pleasure, reaching up to lazily weave his hands through her hair. It's a move meant to give his hands something to do while she's working him over like this. And she is working him over pretty well at that. ]

[Her hair is soft and silken, and she loves the feeling of his fingers slipping through it purring in contented encouragement, a sensation that will pass readily onto his waiting and sensitive skin.

She kisses his nipple and raises her head to stare.]

I wonder...you cleaned the mess you made of me, so I could easily make another, but ah, would that be discourteous? Hm. I could taste you again, I cannot say I minded that, not one bit.

[ As it just so happens, he has an opinion! ]

You know, I'd love to see what you look like while riding me.

Ah, who am I to deny the gentleman?

[someone. someone who did, in fact, do that and hardcore, but listen. She cannot say she has not been thinking about that. It's giving her a number of devilish little ideas, but she wonders if she should be good...she would be in a prime position to make some mischief, but perhaps she should save it until she can make the best mischief.

Decisions, decisions.

A part of her does not care for complex and long term machinations. As ever, she is wet and ready for him, and he is hard and strong. That should be enough. She slides her tongue down to his navel before kissing it and rising to straddle his hips. She takes a moment to savour the view--she does actually very much enjoy this position--before lifting her own hips until they are poised above his silken head. Slowly, she begins to descend, feel herself begin to part for him--

And she stops.

She pulls up.]

I want to see...want to hear how long you can last before you will have me.

[ He's beginning to suspect that far from not wanting to deny him, Miss 80H actively gets off on it. That's okay, he doesn't mind playing this game and his lips curve into a grin. It's all he can do to keep his hips from snapping up towards that beautiful promised land just there, right at the tip of his cock, but he doesn't.

He wants to see her play this out. ]

Is that how it is~? Do your worst.

My, sir, you make me sound positively villainous with language like that.

[She makes an unassuming 'o' with her mouth, eyes widening innocently. Not affronted, more that she simply cannot believe what is being said at her. Oh, he cannot possibly mean it, he must be mistaken, certainly.

She hugs around herself which does nothing but make her breasts larger even as she is affecting ignorance..]

When I have not done anything but be good. All I want, after all...

[And she takes a hold of him beneath her, stroking him with her slick fingers before she glides him along her wet folds and she exhales gently.]

...is your best possible pleasure.

[ Fuck, her breasts are so amazing it's criminal.

His hips snap towards her as she runs her amazing, magical folds along his rock-hard cock. He lets out an appreciative moan, letting her know exactly how he feels about it even as his grin doesn't waver. ]

Maybe I like bad girls.

[ Positively villainous, heh. But he'll indulge the innocent act. ]

But very good ones have their charms, too.

[She doesn't expect him to break so quickly but she cannot help but hiss in excitement to feel him bucking against her. Unlike before, when she had him in her mouth, it did not matter how much she wanted him then, she could not have her cake and eat it too, so to speak--she could either suck him off or give in and have him take her.

But here, it is different. Even as she's teasing him it is so much more difficult to resist, so much harder to see it through. She is walking on a fine wire in the midst of a storm.

And she is loving it.]

I see you are a man of taste.

[Something Crow is rarely ever accused of being: that. She tries to breathe steadily as she rolls her hips over him and dips a little lower ever so slightly only to rise again, but not without a little moan of her own.]

I am a man of excellent and discerning taste.

[ It's true that he's rarely accused of it, but fuck the haters. Actually, he'd rather fuck 80H so never mind that.

The tease is brutal but amazing, made all the sweeter by the way she's teasing herself with it too. He's decided he wants to see if she can break first. Yeah, he likes the sound of that as he settles his hands on her hips-- not to guide her, definitely not that. Just to rest them there and encourage her as he rolls his hips in unison with hers. ]

Mmmm...I am certain.

[His hands settle on her hips like they belong there and when she thinks of all the things he's done with them so far, she cannot help the shudder that rolls down her entire body and leaves her twitching between her thighs.

She makes a note--there certainly are a lot of these in the making, aren't there--to tie his hands back another time if he would be amenable. She cannot help but think of how he could easily touch her like this and she does not know if she wants that or not.

But she's gotten a headstart on this, she will not cede so easily.]

[ Crow does not remember that he has a bondage kind. He definitely has a bondage kink.

He's sliding his hands slowly up from her hips right now though, inching up, up, up and she probably knows what his goal is. Probably. He's taking his sweet time getting there though, savouring the feel of her as though the way she's moving isn't affecting him at all.

It definitely is. ]

[She is not going to make this easy for him, even if his success would mean absolutely delicious things for her. Too many chances of cracking, too many possibilities of losing. Unacceptable.

With an incredible display of core strength she creeps forward while her hips are still raised and leans entirely against him before stealing his lips for a kiss, though her hips have not ceased their slow snakelike undulating. Fitting, because she means to strike, vicious and unexpected.]

[ It wouldn't be fun if she made it easy. What's the point if it's not a challenge?

He's losing his mind in the best ways at the way she's moving against him, rocking his hips into her but not letting her coax him into losing control entirely. It's not enough, but the sweet pleasure of holding off is heady and undeniable. He loves it, even as he's going out of his head over it.

He responds to the kiss lewdly, hungrily. It's raw and it's wanting and you wouldn't think they'd both already gotten off multiple times with the way he's almost trying to devour her. Meanwhile, his hands are continuing their slow climb upwards, ever-closer to their goal. ]

[She does not want to be outdone, she does not want to be left behind, and it is only good practise to meet his passion, it's why she immediately deepens the kiss. Her hand coming to cradle his face though it grows less gentle with every passing moment. She wants this, lives for this, that feeling of hunger and she would gladly let him take what he pleased even if she seems otherwise.

But even if he meets with this, this wanton heat, this desire to devour, it only reminds her how she could do the same--take him wholly into herself, satisfy them both and she feels herself tremble slightly.

She is loath to do so but she pulls away, licking his lips before she speaks against them.]

I feel like you may impress me, at this rate.

[He still has so much left in him.

She wants to take it all.]

I'm a pretty impressive guy, if I do say so myself.

[ Which he does, amnesia be damned. He'd be lying to himself if he said some of that confidence wasn't a show, but he's fine with faking it until he makes it. And it's not like it's entirely a lie, he does feel pretty good about himself. He just doesn't have much in his mind to back it up.

Though he's pretty solidly there with the sex.

He's raising his head slightly to meet with her lips and get back to kissing her hungrily. ]

[Her interest is piqued in a way that is entirely divorced from their present proceedings, considering her previous experience with amnesiacs. She wonders if his attitude has any merit or not.

Hm. That is perhaps for another time. She knows something he is impressive at, for the moment. That is all that matters.

For now, her hand slithers along his sides until she can take a hold of him in her soft, slick hand to stroke while her hips continue to circle and slide.]

[ Aidios, that feels so good that his eyes actually roll momentarily into the back of his head and he lets out a long, low moan. He needs something to distract himself from giving in so soon, and his hands move a bit more quickly to her breasts, to her nipples and he's pinching them firmly and in unison. ]

Fantastic. Ah, how lovely...

[Oh--yes, that is a marvelous expression on him. Her eyes brighten and her pupils dilate. Witnessing his pleasure is as good as receiving her own, in some ways. It is so affirming to know that she can affect others in this way.]

Ahh--so rough--

[She mewls at the sensation shooting straight down and feels her hips roll a little lower.]

[ Oh, that's nice. That expression on her face, the way she's moving-- he keeps up what he's doing, pinching and rubbing her nipples in circles, watching her reactions and movements as he does.

This is so much fun. ]

Mmm...

[The tables have not turned, but they're shifting, slightly. Her brow quivers and she worries her bottom lip with her teeth and speeds her hand up in response.

The space between her legs begins to twitch incessantly, but she does her best to ignore it.]

[ He undulates his hips towards her in a manner far more leisurely than he's actually feeling, all the while continuing to tweak at her nipples. He's not entirely gentle, but as long as she doesn't seem to hate it he'll keep it up.

He's watching her face, her reactions, very intently. She looks fucking amazing like this, both he and his dick are very grateful right now. ]

[She could hold out longer, she could--really, but she feels really hot and the way he is moving like this does not affect him when it clearly must makes her want to do something about it. She lifts herself off a little, just enough to angle herself properly and with a determined set of her hips, thrusts him all the way inside.

To the hilt.

It's hot, it's hot! And he's so hard and big and moments pass before she hears herself, realises that she is moaning as she squeezes around him.]

[ Her wet folds encase him fully, completely and she feels amazing. And now that she's impaled herself on him he's far less leisurely about his thrusts, want and need driving him relentlessly-- his own need, the need to make her continue moaning like that.

She's so hot it feels like he could burn from it, but it's so good that he thinks he wouldn't mind. ]

[She is loath to part from the heat of his chest but she straightens, a leaf unfurling, her hands bracing against his stomach as he thrusts up into her. She means to steel herself against the impact as he invades her over and over again. He has so much power despite where he is and she cannot stop gasping.

But, she remembers. She needed to ride, needed to win, needed to make him feel just as much and her fingers curl and spread as though she means to reach and take hold of the control that has slipped through them. It is is slow to start but very quickly she starts to reach up and bounce in time with his thrusts, finding the perfect rhythm with him.]

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