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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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[ Crow has to stop again for a moment just to shudder in pleasure at that reaction. He's nowhere near close enough to come yet, but fuck. And he thought he'd been turned on before! ]

That was a very tempting argument for hard and fast, but I think I want to savour you this time.

[ He starts slowly rocking into Rean again as he says that, more than willing to keep up the languid pace. It's slow and sweet and the way the pleasure builds is a torturous sort of pleasure. ]

Nngm.

[Rean agrees vaguely, shuddering and rocking back against Crow. He's sensitive and reactive and he still has coherence for now but he knows this sweet pace is going to drive him nuts and he's honestly anticipating it.]

Gimme... your hand.

[ Driving Rean nuts is absolutely the plan, maybe himself a little in the process but that's the price you have to pay sometimes (and he's more than willing to pay it). ]

My hand....? Sure, here you go.

[ He's got two of them at least, so he can still softly stroke Rean with the one hand and offer his hand to Rean with the other. He slowly moves inside Rean the entire time, drawing out each pull back before slooooooooooooooooowly filling him back up. ]

[Rean is whiny and vocal with soft gasps and noises, rocking against Crow for every slow thrust, between Crow in him and stroking him he's feeling pretty pampered.

Crow does not have to wonder if he's into it that's for sure.

He takes Crow's hand, laces their fingers together, and pulls it up to his face, pressing his lips to the back of Crow's hand in a sweet, gentle gesture.

And while he leans his arms on the wall for support he keeps Crow's hand, breathing against his skin, each little noise brushing over Crow's hand.]

[ Crow definitely doesn't have to wonder if Rean's into it. It's honestly gratifying.

His hand against Rean's mouth such a small, intimate gesture but damned if it doesn't make Crow's heart skip a beat or three. He presses a kiss against Rean's neck, soft and sweet before he murmurs into his ear, half-narrating and half-babbling as he continues his torturously slow pace. ]

I wouldn't mind doing this all day, you know? Touching you and moving inside you until we both come undone, until there's nothing left of you but bliss. I want to make you feel so good you don't have room for any other thoughts.

Nmm, Crow....

[He nuzzles Crow's hand, bushes his lips over his knuckles. The slow pace is murdering him sweetly, making his legs a little weak and filling him with a melty warmth that has him breathless.]

That'd... be real good. Ah, Goddess.... it's hard enough to think straight right now. Every time you move, gets a little better.

Mmmmmyeah.

[ It's harder than he would have thought to keep up this pace-- part of him is desperate to just drive into Rean, to kick into high gear and leave him breathless. But it's so sweet, a delicious sort of slowness that he doesn't want to give up just yet. He feels so good that every thrust is temptation. ]

You feel.... so amazing. Rean. Reaaaaaaaan.

Mmn.

[Rean's pretty comprised himself, breathless, leaning on the wall and holding onto Crow's hand like they're the only things keeping his legs under him. And they kind of are. Every thrust and pull is a slow, tortuous build on the last one and he's getting more incoherent with the sweet pleasure melting through him. ]

C-Crow...

Reeeaaaaan.

[ Crow murmurs the name against Rean's neck, his breath warm against his skin. He turns his face towards the patch of skin closest to his mouth and kisses it lightly, almost sweetly before he starts licking and nibbling at it. Every slow thrust and every pull draws out obscene little sounds from him and into Rean's neck as he continues his work there. Who knows how long a hickey will even last but Rean's going to be covered in them for at least a little while if Crow has his way. ]

[Rean whines loudly, making little appreciative noises at the attention. He's so painfully turned on he feels like he could come at any moment but it's a slow build.

His grip on Crow's hand is tight and his moans are getting louder but more spaced out with breathless panting.]

Crow, please...

[He's not even sure what he's asking for really, it's just a general plea from being turned on out of his mind, squirming and desperate.]

Please...?

[ Maybe he should be merciful-- and maybe he will be, but he wants to see if Rean can even say what he wants. If he even knows what he wants. But he knows it can't keep building up and they'll both be needing release soon. ]

Please-!

[Please what is the question. Gathering the conherence to talk is too much so what Crow gets is desperate mental whine more!]

[ Crow laughs, amused and excruciatingly turned on himself. ]

Alright, more it is.

[ And he does, finally, start moving harder and faster-- a little more with each thrust until the pace becomes frantic and desperate and hungry. All the while, his hand never stops moving along Rean's cock, increasing in speed along with the rest of his pace. ]

[It doesn't take much at this rate, honestly Rean starts bucking into it, back arching, squeezing Crow's hand as he yells his name and comes hard, shaking with the intensity of it.]

[ Crow is only a couple of thrusts behind Rean, squeezing his hand in return as he comes inside of him, hot and heavy while the water from the shower head continues to pour down on them. He hand jerking off Rean does manage to keep moving, though somewhat slowed by Crow's own orgasm coursing through him. He doesn't stop until Rean is completely spent, and only then does he move to hook that arm around Rean's waist, still holding onto him. ]

[It feels good being filled, held, touched. He lets himself lean on the wall and press back into Crow's arms bonelessly, panting and dazed and warm. His limbs feel like noodles, and despite having just come intensely Rean still feels sensitive from the long, slow build up. Shivering a little with pleasant aftershocks with every brush of Crow's skin.]

Aidios...

[ Crow chuckles lightly. ]

Nope, that was all us.

[ He's softening but he hasn't quite pulled out of Rean yet, enjoying the boneless feel of Rean in his arms. ]

Pretty sure the way you look right now is gonna get a top spot in my fantasies.

[ Deliciously wrecked and blissed out. Yep, that'll definitely do it for him. ]

Don't.... fantasize when you could just call me over...

[His words are heavy with fatigue and pleasure. If he needed to he COULD get himself together but he doesn't need to and doesn't want to, preferring to lean on Crow and luxuriate in the pleasure and feeling of being pampered and held.

He is definitely blissed out and wrecked and shamelessly pleased to be that way.]

Would you come any time I called...?

[ He muses out loud, resting his head against Rean's shoulder even as he continues to hold him up firmly. ]

If I was masturbating at some ungodly hour of the morning and I called out to you, "I've got my cock in my hand but I'd much rather have yours in it and me inside you?"

Ah.

[He's blushing despite everything, imagining that. Well, surely telepathy has worse uses than booty calls.]

As long as I wasn't busy, I would come.

[Because unless he's actually doing something or spending time with someone else what has he got that's better to do at ungodly hours anyway? He doesn't sleep.]

[ Crow hopes he never runs out of ways to fluster Rean, it's cute when he blushes. ]

I'll be sure to think of you next time, then.

[He's endlessly flusterable honestly.]

You can think of other people.

[Suddenly unsure what he's signed up for. But he doesn't honestly mind.]

Other people can't hear my thoughts.

Well.... yeah.

[He sighs softly and stretches against Crow.]

I can't hear them unless you want me to.

I know. But those are definitely thoughts I wouldn't mind telling you.

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