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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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[ 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. ]

[Rean's not really able to smirk around the cock in his mouth but he's pretty damn self-satisfied. He hums around that cock, warm and inviting before pulling back and then....

Abruptly picking the pace up, from slow and agonizing to bobbing his head up and down on Crow's dick and sucking hard.]

[ Crow's vision nearly whites out for a moment from the sudden intensity of the change, pleasure overriding every one of his senses. ]

Fuck! Rean!

[ It's just about the only words he's capable of, losing himself in the sheer intensity of the pleasure of Rean's mouth-- and he does lose control of himself a little, his hips rocking into him in small measures. ]

[Rean's plenty able to adjust actually, taking Crow's movements in stride and not choking.

His hands slide down from Crow's hips, one slipping up to fondle his balls, cupping him while sucking him off, hungrily, greedily wanting to drive Crow even wilder.]

Reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaan!

[ If he wanted to drive Crow wilder, he definitely succeeded in that goal. He's not going to last much longer at this rate, he knows that and even thinks maybe he should give some kind of warning but pleasure is overriding all of his sentences and he can barely form words that aren't "fuck" or Rean's name. ]

[That sounds like success to Rean personally. He could do... more. But he'll keep up what he's doing, because this level of intensity is plenty for now, and he likes hearing Crow kind of lose all conherence while Rean's incredibly enthusiastically getting him off with his mouth.]

[ This level of intensity is amazing on its own and while Crow would be more than happy to experience more, he's close enough now that it doesn't take too much longer. ]

Fff-- Rean.

[ Mumuring his name in a low moan is the most he can manage for a warning before he comes in Rean's mouth, his cock throbbing and orgasm momentarily making him senseless to anything but the shape and feel of Rean's mouth. ]

[Rean swallows around him, sucking on him still through his orgasm, licking up the excess that he can't swallow fast enough, not actually letting up at all while Crow comes.]

[ He calms down bit by bit, breath coming out in ragged puffs. He's still heavy-lidded as he looks down at Rean, the grip in his hair softening and turning into strokes. He'll find words in a moment, right now he's just soaking in the hazy contentment of the afterglow. ]