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Who: heroes
When: day 30, midnight to dawn
Where: the train

[At precisely midnight a clock bell tolls, loud and mournful in the quiet night. An owl screeches, the dramatic chords of an organ start to play then are cut short in a jangle of notes.

If you're awake a hoarse voice growls, it might wake you even if you're asleep.]

Arise, heroes, and sate your hunger.

[Those not sleeping through all this will find a sudden spike in their primal urges. The needs of any form they possess may overcome reason, and the desire to slake thirsts both literal and metaphorical is intense.

If you're a wolf perhaps you want to hunt or draw close to your pack, if your taste is in blood, well. If you're just human it might be that your darker desires, possessiveness or even curiosity get the better of you in ways you don't normally let them. Desires need not be violent or sexually charged, but should be things your characters harbor at least some inclination towards wanting even if they deny it usually. Fluffy desires are still desires.

By morning light the effects will fade. And you'll all feel far less tired than you'd expect for a night partying.]

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[ Don't worry about it.

Crow's lips part easily for Rean's tongue and he lightly hums his pleasure, tangling his tongue with Rean's as he explores Crow's mouth. There's a tree visible in the corner of his eye, so Crow angles himself to push Rean in that direction, to get him against the tree and press into him without ever stopping the kiss for even the briefest of moments. ]

[Rean's amenable, trusting Crow to steer him and letting himself be backed up without a sound of protest. His breath catches against Crow's lips when his back hits the trunk, and his fingers squeeze Crow's hips, pulling him forward, flush against Rean.

He's already half hard if Crow presses close enough to feel it. And he's not breaking the kiss if Crow isn't, even as his breath grows fast and short.]

[ Crow is definitely close enough to feel how hard Rean is getting-- he's semi-hard himself, getting harder by the second. He grinds against Rean, brushing against him through their clothes as a jolt of pleasure shoots through him. Now that he's got Rean against the tree his hands are questing, pushing up Rean's shirt to explore his chest. ]

[He gasps, whining against Crow's lips and breaking the kiss at the way Crow feels grinding against him.

It's been a long, long, long time for Rean so the combination of Crow's touches and his arousal feedback is making him... a lot more reactive than a little making out should justify. Plus, there's something about Crow that Rean just... can't help being deeply into.]

[ Crow's very responsive to a positive reception like this-- moreso when he's been starting to feel echoes of Rean's own feelings through the bond of their contract. Obviously it hasn't been that long for Crow-- but you wouldn't know it from the openly hungry look he gives Rean, from the way his hands continue to climb up and explore Rean's chest eagerly, the way he dips his head down to starts nibbling and sucking and working a hickey onto the crook of his neck. ]

[Rean's pretty vocal, not loud, but definitely responsive with soft noises and whines, turned on and lewd, head tilting back to let Crow at his neck.

He even eventually remembers he has hands himself, and can use them! And so he pushes them under Crow's shirt to eagerly touch him, skin to skin, feeling out Crow's stomach and chest with hurried, hungry touches.]

[ Those little noises may not be loud but they're fantastic, music to Crow's ears as he tries to tease more of them out of Rean. He trails nibbling little kisses up Rean's neck, not quite hard enough or with enough suction to form more hickeys but certainly with enough light teeth grazing to be noticeable. When he reaches Rean's earlobe, he starts nibbling on it lightly as his hands start to travel down Rean's chest and towards his pants.

Crow's also pretty vocal, unafraid to make appreciative little sounds any time he particularly enjoys one of Rean's hungry touches. The waves of arousal are pretty heady at this point, hungry and longing. He's definitely fully hard at this point and grinds against Rean again even as his hands continue to travel downwards. ]

Ah... Crow...

[Rean is absolutely fascinated by those noises, but what Crow's doing with his teeth is robbing him of coherent words beyond that. He moans, soft but open, arching into Crow's grinding. He's flushed, dazed, overwhelmed with his own desire and Crow's, pretty fucking hard himself and not thinking straight enough to note how fast this devolved. Or, he notices, part of him is even mad another power would dare fuck with his awakener, but the rest of him is busy rubbing his thumbs over Crow's nipples, pinching gently, with his thigh sliding between Crow's legs to press ever so carefully up against his arousal.]

[ Crow's been wanting this pretty much since day one of meeting Rean and the desire's only grown since he's gotten to know him. So for him it's an overwhelming feeling of "finally" and a hunger for more.

He stops nibbling at Rean's earlobe long enough to swirl his tongue lightly at the soft spot behind his ear, flicking and tasting-- though he stops briefly at one point to moan huskily into Rean's ear as he pinches at Crow's nipples. His hands work at Rean's belt, making quick work of it before dipping his hands down into them even as he grinds against the thigh between his own legs. ]

[This is a terrible place to make out but Rean's still keeping alert enough to watch their backs.

Which is admittedly extremely difficult.

He shivers and whines with every touch of that clever tongue, head thumping lightly back against the tree trunk as he relies on that support to help keep him upright. Lips parted and wet and eyes half closed with pleasure and distracting amounts of being turned on.

His fingers play with Crow's nipples a little more, gently rubbing with his thumbs before he abruptly rakes his blunt nails down Crow's chest and abs, hard enough to leave little marks but not really dig in. His hands work around to dragging his nails up Crow's back a moment later.]

[ Crow's hand momentarily pauses its journey down Rean's pants when Rean rakes his nails down his chest, a full-body shiver going through him. ]

Ah-- Rean---

[ Then he's moving with renewed vigor, hand making its way to Rean's cock where he fondles it momentarily through the pants before he finds the head and lightly traces circles around the tip with his thumb.

He trails kisses from his earlobe down his jawline, nipping lightly here and there until he reaches Rean's mouth again and presses against it, tongue sliding into Rean's mouth this time around. ]

[Fuck. Who gave Crow permission to be so good with his hands? He groans against Crow's lips, opening his mouth and licking at his tongue hungrily.

He can't keep his hips from jerking forward into the touch either, making softly obscene noises against Crow's mouth as he feels his legs turn a little to jelly, thankful for the tree holding him up.

There's more to this than giving into desire, more even than Crow's arousal feeding his own so strongly. He wants Crow, more desperately than he has any conscious reason to. But part of him that he doesn't remember not only longs for these touches, he almost finds them strangely nostalgic.

He's dragging his nails up Crow's spine and shoulders to pull him close and hold onto him, kissing back as hard as he can while leaving his own little marks on Crow's skin.]

[ Every single one of those soft, obscene noises goes straight through Crow. They're amazing and Rean's amazing and he wants him so badly-- more than he would've thought or realized. More than he really remembers, but Rean's not the only one with a part of him past the point of memories that longs for this. What he wants, Crow has decided for himself, is to reduce Rean to a trembling, sated pile of Divine Knight.

It's with this goal in mind that he starts gently working Rean's pants down with one hand even as he keeps fondling the man with the other. It's slow going with his attention more focused on those dizzying, intense kisses from Rean and the amazing way Rean's nails couring his back feels. It's slow going but he couldn't stop kissing Rean like he's starving for him even if he wanted to.

And he doesn't want to. ]

[He manages a muffled Crow once or twice, when something Crow does with his fingers has him trembling. For the most part he's concentrating on kissing Crow, pushing his shirt up to give himself more access to Crow's skin, more to touch and also to rake with his nails.

Rean shivers when his pants are down, exposing more otmf him to the cold air. It feels like a big contrasts from the molten heat Crow's touches leave. He can't bring himself to stop kissing even now.]

[ Crow has plans that involve not kissing Rean but goddess, it's hard to stop. It's hard to stop and part of him doesn't want to, wants to luxuriate in the heady taste of mouth, the softness of his lips. So he lingers for now, moving his free hand to lightly trace up the contours of Rean's abs and up his pecs, flicking lightly at one of his nipples. All the while, the other hand continues to work at Rean in slow, teasing ways.

Meanwhile, every rake of Rean's nails along his back is like electricity, lewd sounds escaping from him and falling into Rean's mouth, muffled and wanting. ]

[Goddess it's hard to think or monitor their surroundings right now. At the same time he's already being filled with more energy from Crow's arousal.

Still, while he is gratified to be right about Crow liking a little roughness, it feels uneven this way. Even if he's drinking in every noise greedily, kissing Crow hard enough to bruise a little, he drops his hands to work at Crow's belt, finally breaking the kiss to nuzzle Crow's jaw, scraping skin with his teeth to find a good place to bite down.]

[ All thoughts and plans immediately fly out Crow's mind and scatter when Rean's teeth make contact. ]

Reee-eeaaaaan!

[ The name is drawn out in a long, lewd moan as his hips jerk in Rean's direction. The hand wrapped around Rean momentarily pauses what it's doing as he gets entirely caught up in how good that feels before he picks back up with his movements-- a little more hurried and desperate than they were before. ]

[Fffuck he likes his name said that way. He digs his teeth in a little, then lightens up, sucking on the skin between the teeth marks to leave a hickey there.

He moans against Crow's skin at the increased urgency of the attention to his cock and his own hands stall a moment after getting Crow's belt open, distracted on sooo many fronts. Right now dragging noises out of Crow with his teeth is the most important.]

[ The warmth of Rean's breath tickling against his neck, the firm pressure of his teeth pressing in and the firm suction of his mouth, all of it is very effective in pulling obscene sounds out of Crow. Rean's name falls from his lips at least once or twice more, offered up like a lewd prayer to the goddess.

He runs his hand along the full length of Rean's cock once more, twice, and then reaches to lightly fondle at his balls. ]

[He gives in to another study whine against Crow's skin, hips pressing forward a bit at that. He's hard and hot and leaking precome from all the attention, and Crow cupping his balls is just another notch up in arousal.

Rean finally, finally manages to push Crow's pants down a bit, slide his hands over Crow's ass and thighs and reach for his cock to belatedly start returning the attention.]

[ Crows hips instantly snap forward at the contact, his cock jerking readily into Rean's hand as a wordless, ragged moan comes out of him. He's so hard and wanting, the contact with his neglected member ratcheting up his arousal to another level entirely.

He fondles Rean's balls for another moment or two before his hand slides back up, smearing the precum along Rean's tip. ]

[It's already enough to be turned on and in the situation but being connected to Crow's feelings is overwhelming.

He leaves another set of sloppy kisses and hickies on Crow's neck, tracing his shaft and head before wrapping his fingers firmly around him to slowly give him a little needed pressure.]

[ Crow lets out a low sound of pleasure that's somewhere between a hum and a moan, his eyelids sliding half-shuttered. It's so good, so exactly what he needs in this moment that he can't help the way his hips rock slightly into the touch, moving towards the perfect warmth and pressure of Rean's hand.

The echoes of connection to Rean's emotions on Crow's end feel like they're slowly sharpening into focus and fuck if it isn't hot to feel Rean's own arousal feeding into him, looping with his own. He wouldn't have figured he could really enjoy someone else reading his emotions but he thinks he's found an exception to that rule.

He rewards Rean by wrapping his hand along Rean's cock again and pumping, using Rean's precum to help lubricate the movements. ]

Crow...

[Isn't a soft, low whine and Rean lets his head thump back against the tree, looking at Crow with wide eyes and parted lips, flushed and red as his hips jerk forward into Crow's touch.

The further this goes the more he's losing it and Crow can probably feel a bit of that. How sensitive he is, only natural when he hasn't been laid in longer than Crow's been alive. He isn't neglecting stroking Crow firmly and urgently but he's leaking a lot of precome himself and Crow's goal of driving him into a whimpering mess definitely looks achievable.]

[ Rean makes for an incredible sight like this, turned-on and debauched as he moans out Crow's name. He doesn't know how long it's been since Rean's gotten any but he can guess it's been longer than he can imagine simply by nature of what he is and by the delicious way he feels Rean falling towards his own pleasure. He'd had the idea of wanting to blow Rean but he thinks he'd rather see the look in his eyes as he comes this time. That can wait.

The feeling of Rean's hands moving along him are nothing short of magical, arousal and desire sharpening with each stroke, each purposeful glide along him. The combination of the way Rean's looking at him and the hands moving along him are both such an incredible turn-on that he's already leaking precum himself.

But he wants to push Rean over the edge, so he tears his eyes away from him long enough to lean in beside his ear and purr huskily into it, his hand quickening in pace as he does. ]

Reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.

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