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Who: you??
When: Day 48, evening and night
Where: the library and beyond

[As sun sets today, everyone will receive a message on their Chain:

☆: Good Evening my precious, charming heroes!
☆: It's been awhile since we had a party, so I was thinking you guys could use a pick-me-up.
☆: If you're interested, come down to the library ♥

Should you take the suggestion, you'll find the library has been decked out in fairy lights, with pink glittery star-shaped decorations all around. In the hallway are tables with trays of fruit tarts and fizzy drinks, and there's cheerful electronic music playing over the intercom.

In the center of the library, there's a new hexagonal bookshelf, accessible from every angle. It spins, allowing passengers to browse without bumping eachother around, and on it are a new collection of books. Some you might recognize from home -- if you ever wrote a book yourself, or had one written about you, it's here. Everything from formal biographies to grade school story projects has been brought in, in a delightfully embarrassing celebration of the passengers.

And if that wasn't enough to make you blush, there's also a slew of new books about you... The trains Heroes have been written in to a variety of fairy tales. In one story, you may find yourself a knight on a white horse rescuing your teammate and riding off into the sunset. In another you're a fairy godmother. You may even be a witch or a dragon! Given enough time, you'll probably find a story that puts you in just about every role, in a cast with just about every other passenger, teammate or no.

Be careful, though -- at random chance, reading a story about yourself might make you feel like acting out that role in real life! Those effected by this will consider other characters from that story to be their roles as well -- if your teammate was your Prince Charming in the story, you'll think they are in real life! All in a harmless, bond-promoting way, of course. This effect will wear off after an hour or so, and one character can be afflicted multiple times.

Will you get lovingly teased by over-the-top fanfiction? Probably. Will the library be covered in glitter forever? Definitely. Is it worth it...?

Well. Prince Cardamom thinks so. He's also joined in for the night, and will gladly play out stories with you, or face your ire. Enjoy the party!]

[[OOC: There's a prince toplevel here, though as always threads are subject to mod energy levels. If you'd like to handwave your character asking questions/etc, please feel free to poke Cleo#9893 @ discord and I'll work out what kind of information you might get! Thank you!]

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[Rean whines, tilting his head up for Crow, breath stuttering.]

Please!

[He wouldn't object to staying bounds, there's a thrill to it too, but if Crow's offering... it's really hard not to touch Crow.]

[ He wouldn't mind keeping Rean chained up for hours, but... that can happen another time, he thinks. He works on releasing Rean even while he nibbles at Rean's neck, just below his ear. It takes a little more time to get him loose that way but Crow manages it eventually. ]

[He moans and squirms at each nibble, the attention defending shivers down his spine and to his toes. But the moment he's free he grabs Crow and flips them, straddling him, bare legs on either side of his hips, hands on his shoulders, leaning down to nip at his neck.]

[ Crow wasn't expecting the sudden flip and makes a cute startled noise, one that trails into a moan when Rean starts nipping at his neck. Rean's got his hands on Crow's shoulders but his arms and hands are still free and he slides them down Rean's hip to grab onto his still-bare ass. ]

[That is a really really cute noise. He wiggles a bit at the gripping, but he's busy, sliding his hands up under Crow's shirt.]

[ Rean has a nice ass and Crow really likes grabbing onto it, but one hand is already drifting down to his thigh. He's tilted his head to make it easier for Rean to keep nipping at his neck and he makes approving sounds as his hands slide under Crow's shirt. He's pretty turned on by this point, has been for a while and every touch from Rean feels like electricity to his sense. ]

[He slides Crow's shirt up, intending to get it off him fast even if it interrupts his other activities. His fingers graze over Crow's skin, using the opportunity to tease him with touches, but ultimately aiming to get Crow topless. He can feel how hard Crow is, just against his inner thighs, and he's a little impatient. A lot impatient.]

[ Crow will, with great reluctance, stop groping Rean long enough to help him get Crow into a more shirtless condition-- though every one of Rean's little touches gets a sound out of Crow. Goddess, he's so turned on at this point. He raises his hips to grind against Rean, shameless despite the way he still has his pants on. The friction still feels amazing regardless. ]

Crow.

[Rean's a little breathless, grinding down against Crow before raising up on his knees and pressing his fingers to Crow's lips with one hand, working at Crow's belt and pants with the other.]

[ The answering Rean is only inside their heads because Crow is taking this opportunity to start fellating Rean's fingers, wiggling and doing anything he can to help Rean in his goal of getting Crow out of his pants ASAP. He's got a raging hard-on that's only going to get more obvious once pants come off. ]

[That's hot. It's really really hot. He gets Crow's pants off enough to free his cock but doesn't bother getting them all the way off. Watching Crow suck on his fingers with his own lips parted before pulling back.

He reachs behind and under himself, arching up, not quite giving Crow a view of what he's doing, his shirt falls too low on his thighs for that, but the way he bites his lower lip and half closes his eyes as he inserts those fingers into himself is plenty visible.]

[ Crow can't quite see what's going on but he's got enough of an idea to be transfixed as he watches Rean, his lips parted slightly open as his breath comes out that much quicker.

Ffffffffuck, that's hot. It's so hot, and Crow's cock jerks eagerly as he drinks in the sight of Rean grinding on his own fingers, his imagination filling in the blank spaces more than readily enough. ]

Rean.

[ He says the name out loud this time, a breathless moan as his hands twitch against the blankets, wanting to grab Rean but not wanting to interrupt the show. ]

[He looks at Crow. And he may be very soft and kind and easily embarrassed but age and experience have left him not at all as pure as he typically acts.

He lifts the hand that isn't currently occupied, settles it on his own neck and starts dragging it sloooowly downward.

This has two effects. One, since he's up on his knees there's no part of him touching Crow except his knees where they straddle Crow at the hips. Two, his hand drags on the fabric of his shirt, pulling and releasing as his hand travels, kind of a viable wake of where he's touching himself. Down his chest until he reaches the corset, then along the stiff lines of that, over one of his thighs and then, then he starts dragging his hand slowly up and it's still bringing the fabric with it, this time up his thigh, until Crow can get a peek of how his other hand is busy, fingers pumping in and out of himself. And Rean's eyes, heavy lidded though they are, never leave Crow's face.]

[ It's not like Crow ever forgets what Rean really is now, how old he is in comparison, but it's easy enough to turn that into white noise when Rean gets easily embarrassed or flustered. It makes the dichotomy between his normal personality and the way he's letting loose now even sexier. And frankly, the show is already sexy as hell.

His eyes follow Rean's hand as it moves downwards, agonizingly slow and yet devastatingly enticing. Every move of the fabric giving him tantalizing glimpses of the flesh beneath it is magic, the movements seductive. His fingers run along the stiff corset and by this point, the sounds coming out of Crow are purely wanton.

And then he parts the fabric along his thigh, the shirt that had been covering up the show and he gets a glimpse at last of Rean thrusting his fingers inside of himself. And he wants to look up at Rean's face, to see the expression he's making but he can't tear his eyes away from Rean pleasuring himself like this. ]

Goddess.

[ And he breaths the word out like a prayer. ]

Fuck you're so-- you're amazing, Rean-- Rean.

[ Well, it's not coherent but Crow's not really in any state to be right now. He's so hard, leaking precome just from the sight and he's trying hard to behave, to not touch and to let Rean keep going because it's so hot but he feels like if Rean doesn't start riding him soon he might die right here and now. Death by horniness. ]

[If Crow does look up, Rean looks both incredibly turned on, flushed and a bit red, but also very pleased with himself, almost archly content at Crow's reactions.

In fact all of Crow's reactions are very, very gratifying.

He lets out a soft moan, arching a bit as he digs deeper into himself, cock pretty hard by this point, which from Crow's vantage is all too obvious.

And a toppy little part of him wonders how far he can push Crow's submissiveness and willingness to stay still and unmoving right now.]

Mmm. Crow. Do you want me to ride you?

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[ Crow does, at great length, manage to look up at Rean's face and ffffffuck. He bites his lip to keep another groan from escaping but he doesn't quite succeed in that mission.

His gaze drifts back down when Rean arches and grinds further into himself. His cock is jutting out, hard again already and that just makes the whole thing even more attractive. When Rean speaks, Crow tears his gaze back up to Rean's face. His own is flushed, his hands twisting the fabric of the blanket underneath them and he nods. ]

Can't stop thinking about it, actually.

[ The admission comes out husky, his eyes heavy-lidded. ]

The way you'd look, sound, feel...

Haha, good.

Now tell me exactly how much you want it.

[His hand drifts down again, fingertips settling on his own cock, not stroking, but just, reading himself in front of Crow, suffering a little as that sensation joins the feeling of his own fingers.]

I adore the sound of your voice when you're turned on. I want you to go into every filthy, explicit detail, and then beg, while I get keyed up on the sound of your voice and my own hands.

[His voice is low, demanding and somewhat breathy, working himself up.]

And when I'm too worked up to hold back, I promise I'll really reward you.

[ Ho. Ly. Fuck. ]

I'm picturing it now.

[ His voice is low and rough with desire as he watches Rean, trying to blink as little as possible as he watches Rean's hands, his fingertips settling along his cock. ]

The relief when you finally start to inch down onto my cock, the look in your eyes and the way your breath will hitch just so. The relief and the agonizing anticipation, delicious and addictive. The way I'll crave more of you, waiting until finally I'm fully inside you.

[ He's gripping and releasing the blankets convulsively. ]

Wondering if you'll grip my wrists so I'm fully at your mercy, watching you ride me at your own pace as the pleasure clouds both of our minds? Maybe you'll smile down at me, somehow both wicked and tender and completely seductive.

Or maybe my hands will roam free, touching every inch of you I can reach. Tracing down your chest, pinching your nipples. Memorizing the contours of your abs by touch alone. Cupping your amazing ass before I move along and touch your cock even while you're still riding mine. The look on your face as you alight in even more pleasure, unable to hold back as you come all over my stomach.

[ He's still watching Rean, panting heavily. It's hard to keep talking when he wants Rean this much but he's going in for all he's worth. ]

I don't know how long I'll last simply because I want you so bad. But I want to enjoy every second of being inside of you, being with you. I'm greedy, I want to fill every part of you, feel every part of you. Keep you with me until even a-- [ His lips curve into a smile, flirtatious and teasing all at once. ] --cool immortal being is too exhausted to move.

[ He moves his eyes away at last from Rean's cock, to look at Rean's face once more. ]

I want to touch you, feel you, be with you. I want you so bad I feel like I could lose my mind from it, like if I'm not inside you right now I'll go insane from it, like I could lose it from wanting you alone. But then I think maybe it's already too late for that. And I think maybe I don't mind that at all.

[Somehow that exceeded all of Rean's expectations and he's delighted.

And also painfully turned on.

He keeps touching himself, in tune to Crow's words. Fingers fucking into himself slowly, the others tracing his own cock and barely more than that much because Crow's words are turning him on more than enough, making his cock leak precum just from taking.

His expression when Crow looks is absolutely enraptured. He's looking down at Crow hungrily, openly desirous. Drinking in every word and all the things Crow feels to go with it.

It's taking Rean a lot of self control not to fuck Crow right the fuck now--or at least, wait until he finishes. Sometime during the speech he just goes still, breathing, eyes dilated until Cdow stops and he licks dry lips. Starts to say something....]

Crow...

[And realizes he wants Crow too much himself to draw this out much more, dropping a hand to Crow's cock abruptly, holding him steady as Rean sinks onto him just... barely. Taking the tip and stopping with a shudder. But only so he can let go, lean forward, hands catching Crow's wrists gently and pressing them to the bed next to his face, voice rough with need.]

Do you want me to hold you down or not?

[Just one last thing to ask, because he can go either way but it just seems really important to let Crow decide, and it's so so so so difficult to stall even this much.]

[ Rean makes for a gorgeous sight like that-- the naked want on his face, the fingers on his cock stilled as he looks down at Crow while every explicit word falls from his lips. And when Rean starts to sink onto Crow's cock, it's such bliss and such a relief that his toes start to curl from it and it's all he can do to keep from arching up into it, not wanting to rush Rean farther than he can handle but wanting him so bad he can taste it.

He nods almost imperceptibly at Rean's question. ]

Yeah... I do.

[ The words come out in a breathy murmur. He loves touching Rean, wants to touch him but the idea of Rean holding him down and riding him is even more appealing to him right now. ]

[Rean tightens his grip on Crow, not painful, but now very definitely not easy to slip out of his hold.

And then he starts to lower his hips, taking Crow in inch by inch, never looking away from his face as he does. It's good, it's hard to concentrate through the pleasure of finally having Crow inside him, making his lips part and his brows knit.

He needs just a moment, adjusting to Crow's size, sitting on Crow's lap with Crow fully inside him, making soft whiny noises.]

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