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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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[ Crow tugs lightly, not trying to break free so much as to test Rean's grip. He's satisfied pretty easily by it, which is good because Rean starts lowering himself down and every single thought he might have had flies straight out of his head.

He's entranced by the sight of Rean, the look of ecstasy on his face as he lowers himself onto Crow. Enraptured by the feel of him, the tight heat gripping onto his cock as surely as a perfectly-tailored glove. Enticed by the soft sounds Rean's making, the temptation to roll his hips up into him almost more than he can bear. But he's going to give Rean time to adjust first, to be ready. No matter how difficult that prospect sounds.

Crow's making sounds of his own, hungry little whimpers in between pants of air. Saying he feels like he's going out of his mind from wanting Rean wasn't hyperbole, but he's pretty sure it's the best sort of insanity. It's not even just how physically attracted he is to Rean-- and he is, intensely so-- it's just that he wants Rean so much that it brings everything to the next level.

He's sexy, that's for damned sure, but more than that he's... the word "beautiful" comes to mind and floats away just as quickly, not out of dismissal so much as an inability to concentrate on anything other than a lapful of Rean right now. He can't really tell what his face is doing right now, but it's probably somewhere between awe and desire. He feels a little gobsmacked. He doesn't mind one bit. ]

F-fuck. You feel-- so damned good, Rean.

Edited 2019-12-03 00:15 (UTC)

I was, mm, thinking the same thing.

[That Crow feels amazing filling him, but more than that, that Crow is beautiful too, that he's so into Crow it's a little worrying at times. But not right now, right now he's too busy losing his own mind to worry about anything except getting Crow to scream his name.

Yeah, that seems like a good goal.

Still holding tight to Crow's wrists he grinds his hips in a slow circle, shivering at how good that feels before lifting himself up...

And slamming back down onto Crow, setting a hard pace immediately now that he's adjusted.]

[ Crow can't help but moan at how good it feels when Rean grinds against him, lifting and rolling his hips up to move along with him. It feels good, Rean feels good and it's all he can think about as Rean pulls off slowly.

And then he slams back down into Crow and he lets out a strangled cry, the pleasure so much all at once that he's nearly overwhelmed by it in all the best ways. He'd grab onto Rean but he can't, his wrists are being held captive and he's the one who'd asked for it. Not that he minds, not with the pace Rean is setting for him. He's straining, not because he's trying to escape so much as trying to use the grip as leverage while he rolls his hips in time to Rean's movements, desperately moving them UP every time Rean slams DOWN.

Words fall from him haphazardly, not really coherent but definitely encouraging. ]

Don't stop, fuck, don't stop don't stop-- you feel so good, fuck, Rean, I want you so badly. Rean, mmm. You feel so good Rean-- Rean...!

Edited 2019-12-03 06:52 (UTC)

[That is highly encouraging honestly, hearing Crow go incoherent with need is just spurring him on. Crow rolling his hips up to meet his movements is also delightful, makes him shudder in pleasure and jerk his own hips down harder, sharper.

He's speeding up, concentrating, so he's a bit quieter, but that means instead of words what Crow gets are his rough breaths and even involuntary moan when Crow hits somewhere especially good.]

[ Crow lets out a loud, incoherent cry of pleasure when Rean jerks his hips down harder. It feels so good, Rean feels so good and he really doesn't think he'll last very long at all at this rate. He continues to meet Rean's movements with his own and when Rean moans out his own pleasure, it's like an orgasm to his ears. ]

Rean-- fuck, you feel so good I'm gonna, I'm close, fuck, Rean--

[ He's still not really coherent but it felt somehow important to let Rean know that he's definitely about ready to come at this rate. ]

[It's thrilling, Crow moving under him, incoherently babbling his pleasure. He loves it so much, he loves Crow so much honestly.

He lets go, right before Crow comes, rocks up on his knees and grabs the base of his cock, his own legs trembling a little as he holds them both off, preventing it a little longer.]

[ It's honestly the last thing Crow had been expecting at that moment, right up until he feels Rean's hand wrapping around him and realizes what's happening. It takes a long moment for him to actually understand what's going on but then he grins, his breath coming out in gasps. ]

Not... ready for it to end... huh?

[ Fuck, that's hot. His voice dips down to a husky murmur. ]

Me neither.

[Rean is trying to catch his breath, looking down at Crow and grinning back. Goddess but it's hard to have self control right now.]

Not... quite.

[His other fingers stroke up along Crow's cock, but he's not letting up on the pressure.]

Fuck!

[ It's so much, the feeling of Rean's fingers stroking along him while unable to come, looking down at him with that sexy grin. It's so much and he's loving it so much. Loving Rean so much. ]

Fuck Rean, you're so-- fuck, this is hot, you're incredible, you feel so amazing I'm, fuck, Rean, Rean, Rean...!

[ His hands are free right now at least so he's running them along up Rean's thighs and to his hips. The part of him that isn't overwhelmed with pleasure and the need to come is trying its best to memorize the way Rean looks right now, burn it into his memory. ]

[He lets out a breathless laugh, hopelessly turned on. Watching Crow lose it a little under him and really loving that. It's sexy, it's charming, and he arches a bit at Crow's touch.]

Crow... Hey how long do you think I can keep you on the edge like this until you lose your mind, huh? You have to have a cock ring in this room somewhere, right?

[ Crow has no idea, but the idea of finding out with him is intensely enticing. It's hard to scramble for coherency, but it does just so happen that he has a cock ring-- 80H can create them with her magic, but he likes to be prepared. ]

In one of the drawers--

[ He nods towards the wardrobe he'd grabbed the handcuffs from. ]

Edited 2019-12-08 12:01 (UTC)

[Time to reluctantly let go and get off Crow.

He's gone and back in record time, straddling Crow's hips to fasten the cock ring carefully.]

Not too tight?

[ Despite the speed it feels like an eternity before Rean is back and fitting him with the cock ring. He shakes his head at Rean's question. ]

No, it's fine. I need to--

[ He is grabbing Rean's shirt and dragging him in for a kiss. ]

[He makes a curly startled noise, catching himself with a palm by Crow's head as he kisses back, hungry but breathless already. Feeling both his own and Crow's arousal is a lot at the best of times. Right now it threatens to be overwhelming.]

[ It's a pretty breathless moment for Crow too, almost painfully aroused and kissing Rean like he's drowning and Rean is the only source of air around. He's not letting him go until it's too much and he really does need air or he'll pass out, gasping as he lets go of the shirt. ]

You really are incredible.

[ He murmurs the words and there's feelings leaking through there, ones he isn't even remotely trying to conceal-- raw desire, hunger, want, an intense attraction, and yeah, a thread of hopelessly in love. ]

[That washes through Rean warmly, and though he's vaguely concerned it's only distant.

He catches his breath, then sits up, dragging Crow with him, looking flushed but quite determined.]

That's my line.

[And now he's retreiving the handcuffs to reposition them higher up, and pick up Crow's wrists to lock in them. ]

Well that's too bad because it's perfect for you.

[ A very small part of Crow's brain notices that concern and files it away, but he's barely paying attention to it right now. He's grinning when realizes what Rean's doing. ]

Your turn, huh?

[ His cock jerks eagerly in anticipation, even though he's more than aware he's not going to come until Rean wants him to come.

Actually, that's part of the anticipation too. ]

It's been my turn for a while now.

[He's climbing back in Crow's lap now that Crow is properly tied up. And he's still hard as hell, as he settles not on Crow's cock, but definitely grinding his ass against it, his one cock sliding against Crow's abs.]

Mm... yeah, having my hands free is good.

[He demonstrates why by tangling his fingers in Crow's hair and pulling his head back to start nipping at his throat.]

Yeah, okay....

[ Crow was going to keep going with that thought but it scatters completely out of his mind when Rean pulls at his hair. A long, low moan bubbles out of him, his hips rolling up to the friction of Rean grinding against him. Every little nip at his throat sends delicious, electric shivers throughout his entire body.

Fuck. What was he saying again? ]

Reaaaaaaan.

[ Actually, he'd been about to agree that Rean was right and it had been his turn for a while, but that seems close enough. ]

[It's close enough. Rean grins against Crow's skin, biting a little harder. It's not like Crow is terribly subtle in his masochism and he aims to indulge Crow as much as possible.

Besides. It's honestly incredibly hot how obviously into it Crow is. It makes Rean want to drag this out and see what other noises Crow makes.

Like when he sucks hard at the bite mark or pulls more sharply at Crow's hair.]

[ Speaking of hot, there's something incredibly sexy and appealing about Rean taking control like this. The way he's clearly enjoying indulging Crow's tastes, taking enjoyment every bit as much as he's giving it...

Yeah. That's hot. It's so hot.

Crow's breathing hitches when Rean pulls at his hair, his fingers twitching helplessly above his handcuffs as a wave of pleasure crashes through him. And he whimpers, wanton little sounds as Rean sucks at his neck, his toes curling reflexively. ]

[He follows leaving that mark with gentle, soothing kisses on Crow's neck. But it's incredibly thrilling and gratifying knowing he's turning Crow on, it just feeds back into being more turned on himself.

It is absolutely the best feedback loop.]

Hey Crow, do you like being helpless at my mercy?

[He knows the answer obviously he just, sadistically, wants to hear Crow say it.]

[ It's the best feedback loop and Crow loves it. Of course, he's hard-pressed to think of what he doesn't like at the moment but that's not the point.

The insistent sucking and biting at his neck had felt amazing and electric but it's the soothing little kisses that are leaving him undone, soft little hungry sounds coming from him and leaving him trembling with desire.

And then Rean asks that question and damn, that's the most sadistic thing he's done so far. ]

...Heh.

[ It's a breathless laugh, amused and compromised all at the same time. ]

Thought that was obvious by now.

[Rean brushes his lips over Crow's jaw, the shell of his ear before leaning back a bit, releasing his hair and tracing his fingers over Crow's chest.]

You should answer less ambiguously.

Hey--

[ It's an involuntary complaint that slips past him as Rean pulls away, his fingers tracing over Crow. At the same time, this is hot too-- withholding, demanding a better answer. He swallows momentarily before grinning again. ]

So.. that's how it is, huh?

[ His tone is breathless and he does in fact need to take a steadying breath before he keeps going, his voice dipping a bit lower. His voice husky with the force of his desire. ]

....Yeah. I like it. Not knowing what you're going to do next, where you're going to touch-- or how much. It's all out of my control and honestly? It's pretty thrilling.

[ The part he doesn't add but Rean can probably feel is that it's because he trusts him with it. ]

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