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Who: everyone
When: Day 35 morning
Where: the lounge car

[This morning, or whenever you wake up, you will find that there are delicious smells wafting from the lounge car. Upon investigation, one will discover a beautiful spread of hot cocoa and tea and coffee and many marshmallow animals, ideal for putting in your drinks or simply eating wholesale. It isn't just cats either, but many animals of a similar quality of marshmallow, whatever kinds you'd like. But you may find the warm fuzzies they impart might be a bit more than internal.

In a conspicuous place is a note in handwriting many of you may find quite familiar at this point:

Thanks for your help.

- Hazel

His signature isn't alone, either. There are a couple of others, though somehow they're far less readable? Some are definitely just little drawings. Weird.]

[[ooc notes: 10% furry event!! many marshmallows have no effect, but those that do will instill temporary animal parts up to a kemonomimi level! enjoy your ears and tails, folks. and your newbies.]]

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[Oh. Yes. Turns out Crow DOES need to kiss Rean. Good call. Rean kisses back hungrily, arching against Crow so their cocks rub together deliciously but focused mopre on just kissing Crow breathless while kneading the juncture of wing and shoulder. He'll take this delay as acceptable.]

[ Yeah, Crow's pretty fond of that call himself. That, and the taste of Rean's mouth as he gives as good as he gets, a kiss as all-consuming as a starving man who's just found his way to a banquet. But the continued attention from Rean is driving Crow to distraction-- in the best of all possible ways, but soon the need to be inside of Rean is starting to outweigh the need to keep kissing him. So he pulls away reluctantly. ]

I'll get back to that in just a sec.

[ He reaches towards his nightstand to get the bottle of lube he has sitting there. ]

[He grumbles a little when Crow pulls back but now very much. Considering... Well this is what he wants. The Direction He Would Like This To Keep Going In.

He just contents himself with stroking Crow's sides and back and wings while Crow reaches over him.]

I guess with these [Running his fingers along a wing] I can't really climb on top of you this time.

[ He considers the wings for a moment, extremely tempted by the mental image of Rean riding on his dick. It's with great reluctance that he shakes his head. ]

Maybe if I was more experienced with what to do with 'em... They'd probably just get in the way.

[ He coats his fingers generously with the lube and grins over at Rean. ]

But let's get back to that thought next time.

[ He leans in for another kiss, taking the bottle of lube with his free hand. The lube-coated fingers dip down and start to circle lightly around Rean's rim. ]

Next time.

[Rean agrees easily, leaning back and spreading his legs for crow, finally dropping his hands from Crow's wings to curl in the sheets, ears tilted to the side as his eyes half lid. He's thinking about it too, riding Crow's cock. Maybe next time he'll just tie Crow's hands and do all the work himself.

It's hard to concentrate too much on that when Crow's touching him right NOW though.]

[ Crow would be so very into that.

Right now, he's also very into gently massaging his finger along the rim of Rean's hole, teasing as well as making sure it's thoroughly lubricated before he inserts his first finger and starts to slowly, teasingly move it. He sets the bottle of lube down on the bed and moves his other hand to get back to stroking at Rean's cock while he prepares him.

He can't help but admire the way Rean looks like this, his legs spread and his eyes half-shut as Crow prepares him. It's such a turn-on. ]

[Mutual thought there. The way Crow's touching him, and looking at him hungrily, a contrast to the current teasing gentleness of his fingers, is driving Rean nuts. He drops back on his elbows and arches his hips up a little.]

You don't have to be too careful.

[Like he is a little sturdier than a normal person and he's not going to get sore for a day if Crow is rough or anything. Small perks of immortal spirithood.]

[ Crow grins at that. ]

One of the perks of divine knighthood?

[ But he takes it to heart and starts moving his finger faster, waiting only another moment or two before adding the second finger. There's only so fast he figures he can do this, no matter how impatient he is to get inside Rean. ]

Pretty--ah--m-much. There's--a very high threshold of what I can take before it reflects back to you, and before that point it--mm--doesn't last.

[Such sexy talk right. Well, with the truly pornographic tone in his voice as he grinds onto Crow's fingers he could probably read the phone book and still sound lewd.]

[ The words themselves may not be exciting, but hearing the way Rean is saying them sends delicious shivers up and down Crow's spine. He keeps thrusting the fingers as he speaks. ]

So what I'm hearing is you could get into some pretty kinky stuff if you wanted to.

[ And with that, he's adding a third finger. ]

Why is that your first tho-aaah! Mmn.

[He loosens well enough around Crow's fingers, tight but slick from lube. And Crow isn't wrong, it would be easy for Rean to do S&M play without any worries, but he's still radiating a mix of mildly offended sensibilities and being exceedingly turned on which is probably funny as hell but also enjoy the edge of Rean's arousal with your own Crow.]

[ He laughs like jerkbird he is, sorry not sorry Rean. ]

You're so cute when you're offended and turned on at the same time.

[ His tone is pretty fucking fond as he says that. Amused, but fond. He's going to work those fingers for a moment or two, just to make sure he's loose enough. ]

Do I have to climb on you after all?

[Not that Crow fingering him isn't... Really good. But he wants more, has wanted more for a while, and Crow is taking too long and he's annoyed and turned on and ready to say fuck it about the wings and climb on Crow anyway.]

Alright, alright. I get the picture.

[ It's not like he isn't impatient too, he's trying to be considerate Rean gosh!

He grabs the lube and liberally coats some more onto his cock before he lines it up against Rean's hole and starts pushing into him, bit by bit until he's completely inside of Rean. ]

[Wrapping his arms around Crow's shoulders, bracing the soles of his feet on the mattress and arching up to make that easier, nails digging into Crow's skin as he moans, eyes fluttering closed. He's tight and hot and Crow's deliciously hard filling him and he cannot help how turned on he is, how much he likes this, the weird way this feels incredibly right that he can't explain but has a few tears falling down his cheek hardly noticed.]

[ Crow reaches to Rean's face, wipes away a tear. ]

You know you can tell me if I'm hurting you, right?

[ He doesn't think that's what it is, but he can't honestly figure out what else could be causing those tears. He does start moving though, gently moving at first as he gets used to the tightness and heat of being inside Rean. ]

Huh?

[Oh he appears to be crying. Weird? He cups a hand over Crow's on his face.]

You aren't. Ah.... [Fuck well Crow moving is distracting, drawing a soft noise from him in response..]

Alright. Good.

[ And with that, he stops talking entirely for the moment, caught up in getting more of those noises out of Rean. Each thrust sees him pulling out a little farther before surging back in, a little faster, still testing out how he feels, not yet finding a rhythm to fall into. ]

[The lack of rhythm is kind of torture and kind of great, Rean can't decide but either way Crow moving inside him is incredible and he arches and squirms, toes curling against the mattress, body shifting a little, ears to the side as he presses up when Crow thrusts in and whines when he pulls out.

At least he's as reactive in bed as he is everywhere else.]

[ Crow loves it-- loves the way Rean is moving against him, the little whiny sounds that fall from him whenever Crow pulls out, even the look on his face. It's more than enough encouragement for Crow, not that he needed it but he definitely wanted it. He drops his head down to the crook of Rean's shoulder, nibbling and sucking and working a fantastic hickey there as he does find a rhythm finally-- something not quite in the realm of brutal, but definitely hard and fast enough that the sounds coming out of Crow and against Rean's neck are truly obscene. ]

[His arms wrap around Crow's shoulders and he holds on like he's going to fall off a cliff if he doesn't. It feels so good. There's something in Crow fucking him this way that's more than just the current physical pleasure, more than the energy of of the act filling him, more even than the connection of their souls feeding him Crow's pleasure on top of his own. He's started crying again, but he can hardly tell over his own moans, clawing a little at Crow's back without ever letting go.]

Crow--Adios. Don't stop. Please, like that, more, fuck me--

[He's babbling a little, obscene words and pleas, falling from his lips by Crow's ear in a low, earnest tone. He's desperate for Crow and it's entirely unfeigned. He is just honestly and sincerely going a little nuts feeling Crow inside him, fucking him, filling him perfectly.]

[ Crow can tell Rean's crying again and it's a little worrying, but whatever the cause is doesn't seem to be hurting him so he pushes the concern aside for later. Rean feels incredible-- hot and tight and perfect, with words and pleas falling deliciously against his ears like audial orgasms. He has no intentions of stopping or slowing now that he's found his pace, pounding into Rean relentlessly again and again. ]

I won't stop. [ He murmurs the words against Rean's neck, a lewd promise. ] Not until you've lost your voice screaming in pleasure.

[Sorry he has emotions and has no idea where they're coming from and they manifest worryingly Crow. At the very least every other part of Rean's body language and just plain voice and words are in fact screaming that he's more than enjoying himself.

His cock is leaking and almost painfully hard, and he jerks and arches up against Crow for every brutal thrust. He's enjoying the pace, nails digging little red crescents into Crow's back under his wings, sometimes biting his shoulder a little mindlessly when he can't think what else to do with himself.

He's actually stopped talking physically in favor of screaming and moaning Crow's name between panting for breath. He's a little out of it so he hasn't actually stopped talking though, it's just in Crow's head. It's no more coherent than his physical words though, since, well, he's not any more coherent mentally right now.]

Please, Crow it feels so good, you feel so good, I need you so much, I missed you so much [where did that come from? Rean's not registering it and it's just one thought among a lot of things] Goddess! Fuck me, harder, I want to feel you come inside me, your cock feels so good, it's perfect, make me come like this

[And well, so on. Lewdly and explicitly.]

[ There's something insanely sexy about having Rean's lewd thoughts filling his mind while his screams fill Crow's ears and Crow's own cock fills Rean. Some of it may still be confusing (missed him?), but that doesn't detract in the least bit from how amazing Rean tastes and sounds and feels and he's slamming dangerously close to the edge. He's so close, he's so close he could almost go out of his mind from how good it feels. ]

Reeeeeeaaaaaaan. [ The name comes out halfway a moan and halfway a purr. ] Rean, I want you to-- [ A gasp, a lewd moan. He's so close. ] I want you to--- come for me.

[ He punctuates the words with a particularly brutal thrust inside him, his hand dipping down to stroke Rean's cock even as he keeps moving. ]

[Crow barely finishes the words, barely touches Rean before Rean comes, hard. Yelling his name] CROW! [both externally and in his thoughts Crow!.

He's arching, fingers digging into Crow's back as his cock twitches under Crow's touch, coming hard, making a mess of his abdomen while he grinds himself up against Crow, squeezing tight around his cock like he doesn't intend to let Crow have it back.

The pleasure is intense enough for Crow to feel it too, at least a small echo of it distantly, Rean shuddering underneath him as orgasm wracks through him, from the tops of his scalp to his curled toes, the electric pleasure and weakness following it has him panting and slumping under Crow a few moments later, still a bit shaky.]

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