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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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[ 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.

[There's no way he can hold out, whole body going stiff with the jolt of pleasure just hearing Crow's voice saying his name like that causes. He makes a strangled sound, choking on a moan and a sob of pleasure at the same time.

For the moment he grips Crow's hip bruisingly with one hand and his hold on Crow's cock goes slack with the other, too preoccupied with the pleasure coursing through him to do more than make sure he doesn't do any unfortunate squeezing.

His hips thrust into Crow's hand needily, and he bucks a little, arching, cock throbbing under Crow's fingers as he comes under his touch.]

Crow--!

[ Crow does manage to pull back to see the look on Rean's face as he comes, the sounds coming from him and the way Rean says his name both all just as amazing as he'd hoped. He keeps his grip firm and his hand steady as he works Rean through his orgasm, not minding the tight grip at his hip in the least as he does.

He doesn't even mind the slackened grip at his own cock-- everything about making Rean come undone like this is its own turnon, and his cock twitches eagerly at the sight. ]

[Rean's pretty dazed for a moment, shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm as he pulls Crow closer and drops his face to Crow's shoulder.

He looks and feels thoroughly debauched. He does intend to turn it around on Crow soon but just for this moment he's soaking in not only the pleasure, but the indulgent, wistful happiness that comes with wrapping his arms around Crow and catching his breath.]

[ It's nice and Crow has no problem taking his clean hand and lifting it to weave through Rean's hair, stroking softly. He's still hard and wanting but it's difficult not to want to indulge the sated warmth and happiness floating through Rean's end of things. It's nice, satisfying even, to have been the one to cause it. ]

[It's nice but it's hardly fair to just take all the attention. Rean practically purrs at the soft pets but he's caught his breath and a moment later he's dropping to his knees, one hand still braced on Crow's hip the other catching the wrist of Crow's sticky hand, bringing that to his lips and darting his tongue out over Crow's fingers, looking up at Crow from his knees as he does.]

[ Oh fuck, that's hot. That's incredibly hot and his breath catches slightly at the sensations. He looks down at Rean with hooded eyes, his hair falling haphazardly over his face despite his bandanna's attempts at taming it. He's open with his wants, both with the expression on his face and the force of the desire slamming through their bond. ]

And here... I thought you couldn't get more attractive.

[ Because he looks fucking amazing on his knees. The words come out in a breathy murmur. ]

[He laughs a little, breath warm on Crow's hand, but his only response is to slide his tongue between Crow's fingers, lap at his palm, then lick his way slowly up each finger. He takes Crow's fingers into his mouth, one by one, sucking them clean, letting his teeth get involved just enough to feel nice.]

[ It feels really nice and he's very vocally appreciate of it, unintelligible murmurs babbling out of him. He moves his clean hand back to Rean's head, resting it lightly on top and stroking as he lavishes attention on cleaning Crow's other hand. ]

[It's more than gratifying to hear Crow react. He may have just come himself but it's not like Rean doesn't get pleasure out of this too, to a large degree. Still, once he's licked Crow's hand thoroughly, he's moving on.

There's no hesitation or shyness in the way he grips the base of Crow's cock with his fingers and kisses the tip of it, parting his lips to tease the head with little licks first. ]

[ Those unintelligible murmurs turn into a moan, wanton and lewd and loud. The hand in Rean's hair grips suddenly, not to control but to hang onto something. He's not nearly far enough gone for this to push him over but damned if it doesn't feel really damned good. ]

[Rean has somewhat neglected him but he's definitely going to make up for that.

The noises Crow makes sure are motivating too, and he hums an approval at the hand in his hair. For all Rean is one dense motherfucker he's definitely not pure once he gets going.

As evidenced by the way he licks and kisses Crow's cock teasingly before sliding him into his mouth with almost agonizing slowness, but that's just to give his tongue time and room to press and lick at Crow with every inch he takes in.]

[ Rean is already doing an excellent job of making it up to him.

Rean's hand had been warm and inviting but his mouth is so much more everything-- hot and wet and his tongue moving along him with a slowness that's both agonizing and tantalizing all at once. His hips are shaking with the effort of not just thrusting into Rean's mouth but the greater part of him would much rather let Rean work at his own pace. ]

[He knows how much Crow is struggling to not move and he feels pretty damn smug about it.

He's taking Crow in in stages, first a little, then pulling back, then when he swallows Crow in it's a little more. He keeps that agonizing pace up until Crow he's got Crow fully enveloped, even to the back of his throat, swallowing around him before pulling back and doing that again.]

[ He'd at least pretend to be vexed about that smugness but frankly, Rean's mouth feels so distractingly good that he can't even muster up the energy or desire to.

Crow is very vocal in how much he's enjoying this, alternating between babbled obscenities and praise, his hands grip in Rean's hair not easing for the slightest moment. There is a moment where he loses all capability of speech altogether-- right around the time Rean's got the entire length of him enveloped by his warm, amazing mouth. ]

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