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TDM #4
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is no active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
WHAT
The fourth Amani TDM!
WHEN
April 21st, 2022
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Tickling
★ Facials
★ School Uniforms
★ Sharing
★ Hurt/Comfort
★ Facials
★ School Uniforms
★ Sharing
★ Hurt/Comfort
WELCOME
Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming echoes through the first floor. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "Please, watch your step since there's quite a few puddles around. If you'd like, there is cake, some refreshments, and some eggs for you in these trying times. If they feel warmer than usual, that's because they're going to hatch soon!"
While the Peacekeeper doesn't elaborate, as usual, simulation inhabitants are free to notice the eggs that either they gathered or are still littering the simulation are now warm to the touch, give off a faint glow, and may even move subtly now and again if watched.
Dark, ominous clouds begin to gather over every piece of sky in the simulation and before long blot out the sun. Sheets of rain begin to pour down almost without warning. Hopefully, you've managed to fix those leaks in your house! Or maybe you're finding new ones...
Lightning splits the sky with a dramatic crackle and thunder booms not long after it. The wind howls and the worst of the storm won't relent for a few hours at the least. Even after, the rain will linger for days on and off to varying degrees of severity.
While the weather has taken a turn for the gloomy, that doesn't mean that simulation inhabitants have to be! In fact, it may feel somewhat refreshing as if the rain is washing away any negativity lingering after The Overseer's masquerade. Whether by her design or not, she - nor The Peacekeeper - will say but it does seem that she wants to keep relations as peaceful between the simulation inhabitants and creators as she can.
Of course, your buckets might not just be catching water. With the rising water levels, the fish that inhabit the simulation's waters are just as confused as anyone else. Even more confusing is the glitch causing them to transform once they find themselves on solid (mostly) ground.
Thankfully, they don't change into anything harmful. Well, maybe to your teeth since an abundance of sweet treats is bound to cause a cavity or two... Not to mention the other odd effects that food here is known to have.
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
While the Peacekeeper doesn't elaborate, as usual, simulation inhabitants are free to notice the eggs that either they gathered or are still littering the simulation are now warm to the touch, give off a faint glow, and may even move subtly now and again if watched.
APRIL SHOWERS
Granted, there are bigger things to worry about such as the storm that's rolling in.Dark, ominous clouds begin to gather over every piece of sky in the simulation and before long blot out the sun. Sheets of rain begin to pour down almost without warning. Hopefully, you've managed to fix those leaks in your house! Or maybe you're finding new ones...
Lightning splits the sky with a dramatic crackle and thunder booms not long after it. The wind howls and the worst of the storm won't relent for a few hours at the least. Even after, the rain will linger for days on and off to varying degrees of severity.
While the weather has taken a turn for the gloomy, that doesn't mean that simulation inhabitants have to be! In fact, it may feel somewhat refreshing as if the rain is washing away any negativity lingering after The Overseer's masquerade. Whether by her design or not, she - nor The Peacekeeper - will say but it does seem that she wants to keep relations as peaceful between the simulation inhabitants and creators as she can.
ONE FISH, TWO FISH...
The constant rain brings water levels of the rivers and eddies up at an alarming rate. Flooding is inevitable and, hopefully, the place you've claimed as your own isn't in the way. If it is, you might want to get the buckets ready or consider a relocation!Of course, your buckets might not just be catching water. With the rising water levels, the fish that inhabit the simulation's waters are just as confused as anyone else. Even more confusing is the glitch causing them to transform once they find themselves on solid (mostly) ground.
Thankfully, they don't change into anything harmful. Well, maybe to your teeth since an abundance of sweet treats is bound to cause a cavity or two... Not to mention the other odd effects that food here is known to have.
- ★ Taiyaki » Despite having just jumped out of the chilly waters, these tasty treats will be warm to the touch and generate steam. After biting into one, you'll radiate warmth no matter what for a brief period of time. Being a walking furnace sure is nice with this damp, cold atmosphere... Maybe you'll find a friend or two to huddle up with and keep warm.
★ Swedish Fish » Eating one of these stretchy, gummy candies will increase your flexibility. Literally and metaphorically! It might be easier to be convinced to do something you wouldn't have before and now you can bend just the right way to make it extra fun.
★ Hard Fish Candy » These tart candies will render someone unable to speak until it completely dissolves. This can take a while, too, since they seem to be persistantly stuck to the roof of your mouth! Yet, don't underestimate the power of body language to speak your mind.
★ Chocolate Sardines » Eating one of these rich bite-sized treats will make you sweeter. No, really! Candy kisses isn't just an expression after eating these fish. You taste delicious. Maybe too delicious... Be careful! Once someone gets a taste of you, they might not want to stop anytime soon.
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
RAINING CATS AND DOGS
While the fishy foods are odd enough as is, another glitch appears to be occurring throughout the simulation but this time originates not from the rain but The Peacekeeper's humble musings. "Did you know," speaks the resident AI, "that there is an expression called 'raining cats and dogs'? I think that's such a curious saying! It made me wonder what it might actually look like..."
Following the strange, unexpected 'announcement,' inhabitants may begin to notice large globs of water falling periodically from the sky now amidst the regular rain. When they hit the ground with a large splash, nothing is there... at first. The water will burst apart only to reassemble into a canine or feline friend. Well, it's shaped like a dog or a cat.
Due to the sudden nature of their spawning though, some things aren't quite right. Perhaps that cat has only three legs instead of four; a dog may be missing an eye, an ear, or even its tail. And those are the more tame oddities! While the unique animals aren't overly abundant there are still a good number that spawn across the days of rain. Don't be surprised if a dog takes up shelter from the storm on your porch or you come home to a cat you don't own having climbed through a loose window.
While this might be exactly the addition to your home that you wanted, it doesn't change the leaky roof or broken window in your new place. Or, unfortunately, the fact that there's no extra space for a pet yet. No, unfortunately that will still need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
Following the strange, unexpected 'announcement,' inhabitants may begin to notice large globs of water falling periodically from the sky now amidst the regular rain. When they hit the ground with a large splash, nothing is there... at first. The water will burst apart only to reassemble into a canine or feline friend. Well, it's shaped like a dog or a cat.
Due to the sudden nature of their spawning though, some things aren't quite right. Perhaps that cat has only three legs instead of four; a dog may be missing an eye, an ear, or even its tail. And those are the more tame oddities! While the unique animals aren't overly abundant there are still a good number that spawn across the days of rain. Don't be surprised if a dog takes up shelter from the storm on your porch or you come home to a cat you don't own having climbed through a loose window.
While this might be exactly the addition to your home that you wanted, it doesn't change the leaky roof or broken window in your new place. Or, unfortunately, the fact that there's no extra space for a pet yet. No, unfortunately that will still need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
SEEING PINK
ear the end of the week, the rain finally relents and temperatures continue to gradually increase. Those May flowers can't quite seem to wait though since several of the trees lining the edge of the forest bloom brilliant pink blossoms that a DTF will be able to identify as love blossoms. While the blooms won't last very long, they certainly are using all the time they have to take over.
The pollen is one thing. It may start out as just a tickle in your nose or stuffy head but eventually turns into something much more lovely. You're tickled pink about almost everything, it seems, and want to share that happiness with others. And who needs rose-colored glasses when almost everywhere one looks there's a string of love blossoms blooming?
These invasive flowers are in your garden, along the vines in the city, and even sprawling through the main hub! It actually seems almost impossible to avoid them. The Peacekeeper assures inhabitants that it isn't purposeful and just the natural cycle of the love blossoms.
Enjoy the mood-lifting and groin-tingling effects while they last! The love blossoms will only linger for a few days, at most, before receding back to the forest line and eventually falling dormant again until next spring.
The pollen is one thing. It may start out as just a tickle in your nose or stuffy head but eventually turns into something much more lovely. You're tickled pink about almost everything, it seems, and want to share that happiness with others. And who needs rose-colored glasses when almost everywhere one looks there's a string of love blossoms blooming?
These invasive flowers are in your garden, along the vines in the city, and even sprawling through the main hub! It actually seems almost impossible to avoid them. The Peacekeeper assures inhabitants that it isn't purposeful and just the natural cycle of the love blossoms.
Enjoy the mood-lifting and groin-tingling effects while they last! The love blossoms will only linger for a few days, at most, before receding back to the forest line and eventually falling dormant again until next spring.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!NOTES
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
★ The kinks of the month have changed! Be sure to check this post for what the new ones are. Also, give a congratulations to Corrin (
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fatefulprince) as the as the new leader of the sexy leaderboard! 🎉★ The effects of the strange fish candies can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc. Also, they can mixed-and-matched! Have fun with that.
★ The flora and fauna page will be updated. It's also still open for player suggestions! All you need to do now is link your check-in (or player claim) comment to make a submission!
★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!
NAVIGATION
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He likes that far too much.
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"Yes," and for some reason keeps admitting more. Another thing he can't quite pinpoint why, but doesn't let it stop him. "Always wondered if I could push you to it, make you want me enough to forget where we were." Whatever has decided to compel Genesis pushes him again, and he tightens around Sephiroth.
"There's so many fantasies about you..."
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As desperately as he wants to move, as badly as he wants to shove Genesis down and claim him here and now, hot and rough until Genesis is begging...he keeps himself still. Right now, that's what Genesis wants him to do...or at least what he's told Sephiroth he wants him to do. As long as Sephiroth is in conscious control of his hips, he's going to hold to that.
"Tell me," he says, his voice a low rasp. "I want to know what else you've wanted me to do to you..."
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The sudden, reckless thought isn't new per se, but for it to lunge at him like that is a force he's not yet contended with. Normally those far-flung fantasies have a way of creeping up on long nights, nettling his focus instead of catching him so rabidly.
His focus snaps back with warm leather against his hip. His pants are drawn down enough to give access to the sharp flare of them, and Genesis shivers again. Voice low, drawn tight from his lungs, he feels pulled to tell Sephiroth no matter how embarrassing it is.
"I- to hold me down," he huffs out, heat coloring his face and heartbeat picking up in tempo. "Take me however, wherever, whenever you want. To use me, make me yours. Don't want to think, or make that choice; only you and what you need from me."
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It's certainly what he wants. But Genesis asked something of him - and even hearing this fantasy that contradicts Genesis' previous request, Sephiroth is holding to what he was first told.
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It's tipped into by the fact that he can feel those dark reverberations in Sephiroth's chest from that heady growl. Genesis feels almost light-headed just letting the sound carry through him too. He has to have more, has to damn near taste it as he suddenly lurches to kiss Sephiroth hard. Half of it is teeth and desperation more than a kiss, but Genesis can't help himself. The bursting flavor of the sangria and spice still lingers on the other's tongue, and Genesis keens to it.
With whatever ability he has left for cogent thought, Genesis breaks away with a rough gasp, and leans for the sangria. He's barely got the sense not to expose them, but manages to get Sephiroth's half-finished glass between them a moment later. He pours the ruby-dark drink back down his throat in a single swallow, a pleasant burn coiling down into his belly to match the heat pooling even lower. Most of it, he swallows, but lets a shallow coat on his tongue before he's back to devouring Sephiroth's mouth. Feels it against their lips, their tongues, a trickle of red from the corners of his mouth. Genesis is alive like wildfire, and his hands burn just as hot as cradles Sephiroth's jaw against his palms.
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Sephiroth had been half ready to lift them, kissing be damned, when Genesis suddenly turns in his lap - and he almost groans with the friction that just Genesis shifting creates, the most movement they've had in several minutes - and grabs Sephiroth's own abandoned drink, abruptly making any sudden movements of Sephiroth's own a questionable idea. He finishes it before his mouth is back against Sephiroth's...except no, he doesn't, because there's still some in his mouth, flavoring him beautifully. Sephiroth hardly needs an invitation to chase that flavor, licking it out of Genesis' mouth before he pulls back and a swipe of his tongue catches one of the drops that tried to escape from the corners of his lips.
He reaches out and snags the empty glass from Genesis' hand, barely even looking, and sets it somewhat roughly back on the bar. Then he wraps an arm around Genesis, almost making a seat for him, and lifts him to a standing position with no visible effort. With his free hand - he'd only needed one to lift his lover - he scoops up his egg, well cushioned in napkins, and slips it into a pocket of his coat.
With there being no other obstacles, he then strides for the back door of the bar with Genesis clinging to him, feeling every shift and step inside him, each hint of friction only making him walk more quickly. He shoves through it without concern, taking only a moment to check that the coast is clear and to let the door close behind him before he's moving again.
There's a picnic table behind the bar, oddly enough - perhaps somewhere for the nameless workers of the simulation to take their breaks. Sephiroth wastes no time in setting Genesis down on its surface, if only so he can lean over him and bury himself as deeply in Genesis' heat as possible in one smooth movement. Not that he stops with one thrust; almost as soon as he's growled his satisfaction with finally being able to have Genesis exactly how he wants, he follows it with another, and another.
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And he's about to get so much more. Instinctively, he wraps his limbs around Sephiroth when he stands. The shiver that wracks him Sephiroth can probably feel too with how he tightens on him. It's a new sensation to have Sephiroth's length inside him as he walks, and Genesis huffs against the crook of his neck. It leaves a strange, darkly coy feeling deep in his belly. Being manhandled and used-
A sharp cry escapes him when he's shoved down to the table and thrust into. His back arches up from the wood, fingers clawing into Sephiroth's shoulders under the coat. He'd been close from just their time at the bar, so much of having a fantasy played out dooming him early. Those full, bottoming thrusts into his heat have him shaking with release far too quickly, in the most perfect way. But it hardly stops him, Genesis fights and claws through a too-sharp orgasm that can't possibly satisfy him just yet. It strangles a desperate gasp of Sephiroth's name, a plea for more.
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One arm keeps itself wrapped around Genesis' waist, holding him steady, bracing him against the thrust of Sephiroth's hips, while the other finds Genesis' hair, gripping a handful and tugging (not yanking) his head back. With the pale column of Genesis' throat exposed, Sephiroth licks a long line up his neck, all the way to the corner of his mouth - tracing the dark line of that other drop of sangria that had escaped back in the bar.
If it takes longer for Sephiroth to come than Genesis might expect, it's certainly not from having been far from his own release; Genesis' body has been driving him crazy. It's more that Sephiroth had been kept waiting for so long, aching for the chance to take Genesis rough and hot, that his body almost seems to refuse to let him come until he's thoroughly made up for how long he had to wait for the chance to move. But when he does come, it's sharp and shuddering, and the sound Sephiroth makes is so low and hungry that it's almost more a vibration felt through where their chests are pressed together than an audible noise.
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A ravaged gasp hitches in his chest as his throat is exposed, unwilling to fight it at all. Goddess knows if he looks half as much as the mess he feels like, he must be a gorgeous sight. Auburn mane splayed out, body arched to take his mate as deep as possible, full lips parted to feverishly howl Sephiroth's name while the other tastes him like that.
The white-hot heat of Sephiroth's release inside him has Genesis tightening the bruising pressure of his thighs around the other's hips. Wanting him closer, deeper-The rumbling thunder of Sephiroth's growl is answered by Genesis' own heady call. Mostly in shattered notes of, "more-" and "don't stop." Nails digging beneath the leather, he rakes and drags them in frantic, harsh lines along the strong cowl muscles.
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He can give that to him.
When Sephiroth scoops him up again, it's with some loosely formed thought of getting him home - somewhere comfortable, somewhere he can strip Genesis fully and take him apart piece by piece without having to share any of it with the rest of the world. This is all his; as heady as being inside Genesis in public was, he finds he wants to keep him like this all to himself. (At least for right now, while his territorialism and possessiveness is spiking.) But between Genesis' neediness, his own swift recovery, and the absolute molten heat of Genesis around him, they don't even make it out of the alley before Sephiroth is pressing Genesis up against the wall, hiking his legs more firmly back around his waist as he starts rutting into him again.
"Genesis," he hisses, voice ragged.
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When he's pressed up to the wall, Genesis lets out a sharp gasp. Sephiroth hardly gives him a moment to adjust to it before he's thrusting into him again. Genesis' hands tangle into the wave of silver hair, and his legs wrap tight around the other's hips. Anything to keep Sephiroth so close. So deep that he can feel exactly where the other's cock bottoms out in his heat. The rough unyielding surface at his back does them both a favor as the rutting rucks up Genesis' shirt to expose more flushed skin. Toned abs and flanks, dusted by a light coat of freckles, and wide, flared hips give way to diving lines of muscle.
"Fuck- please, Seph-" he gasps out, unable to find his usual eloquence right now. There's simply no room in his head for anything past desperate need. He could come again just like this, fucked senseless into some back-alley wall like a common whore. And it's Sephiroth doing it to him. His mate.
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"Yes," Sephiroth hisses, voice low and hungry, drinking in the sights and sounds of Genesis like this. All for him. All because of him. It's perfect. He's perfect. And the hot fluttering tightness of him around Sephiroth is the most perfect thing of all. Under other circumstances he might have been shocked at how quickly, even for them, he'd recovered from his last orgasm, enough that he's already fucking Genesis again not even a minute later, but even if he were thinking about it...with Genesis like this, it only seems logical. How could he not respond to him this readily, want him this badly? Genesis begs for more, and everything in Sephiroth aches to respond.
But even as focused as he is, Sephiroth is a soldier before he knows how to be anything else, and a sudden sound snaps his head around - even though he doesn't even slow in his rocking into Genesis. It's the back door of the bar opening, and someone - a man, Sephiroth makes out little else, his brain stamps him as civilian automatically and leaves it at that - walks into the alley, stopping wide-eyed in his tracks as he spots them.
Sephiroth doesn't even consciously register any thought. All he feels is a surge of - protectiveness? Possessiveness? Territorial instinct? Pure anger? It's difficult to define. But whatever it is, it hates the thought of someone interrupting them, of their being here, especially of them seeing Genesis in a moment meant only for him. And the wordless snarl that rips out of Sephiroth, eyes momentarily blazing, reverberates through the entire alley. And as if to punctuate it - or, perhaps, to stake his own claim as thoroughly as possible - Sephiroth shifts his grip on Genesis and slams into him roughly, as deep as he can get.
This is his.
The man likely would have backed out anyway, but that turns it into something more like 'fleeing'. The door slams behind him, and they're alone again. And the satisfaction of that, the reassurance that his claim on Genesis is uncontested, is enough when combined with the pleasure he's already feeling for Sephiroth to lean forward and dig his teeth into Genesis' neck, only needing a few more thrusts before he's spilling himself into his mate again.
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He's preoccupied enough that it takes him a moment longer to catch the sound of their unwanted observer. But when he does, just behind the reverberations in the alley, there's a keening noise in his own throat. It's decidedly not human, just out of register for something like that. It's base and animal, a kind of call to his mate that he doesn't have the headspace to quite understand right now. To anyone else, especially their fleeing intruder, Sephiroth's wicked snarl is probably terrifying but for Genesis, there's comfort to it. The sound Genesis makes in turn is an answer to it- his mate protects him, owns him, makes him whole like this. He's perfect.
Of course, it falls apart into a heady cry when his throat is bitten. It's too soon, almost at the cusp of painful, when it makes him rock with another orgasm. Genesis feels like it's been wrung from him, and squirms against the bruising hold. Not to get away, not even remotely, but from the overstimulation. He's not even aware of the tears wetting the corners of his eyes, just thrashing and clawing until the hot well of blood paints his nails where he carves at Sephiroth's shoulders beneath the coat.
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At first, Hojo had simply thought it amusing how Hollander's boys, as he'd always called them, had latched onto his own experiment. But as the years had gone on, and the bond between the three of them had intensified - to an almost absurd degree - he'd changed his tune. He'd found it intriguing instead. Of course, Hojo had never explained his interest to Sephiroth at the time, even when he'd questioned him at length on his relationships with Angeal and Genesis. But he'd always talked to himself. 'Vicarious self-preservation instinct' was a phrase Sephiroth had heard once. 'Subconscious attachment' was another.
And, rather chillingly in retrospect, it had been the first time he'd ever heard Hojo coin the phrase 'Reunion'. It had meant nothing to him at the time, of course; Hojo's later Reunion theory wouldn't even be conceived of until after Sephiroth's death. But the man had muttered enough clues that Sephiroth has, in the time since, pieced together the train of his thoughts. He'd clearly believed the three of them had been attracted to each other, and became so closely knit, as a result of their shared Jenova cells. And in a way, Sephiroth can't argue that conclusion. Entirely aside from any subconscious effects, hadn't Angeal and Genesis only wound up in SOLDIER - and reaching First Class - because they had abilities like Sephiroth's? Hadn't Sephiroth become close to them because they'd been able to keep up with him when no one else could?
But now, reflecting back on how he'd acted like an animal resource-guarding Genesis when someone walked in on them, his intense possessiveness, the specific way his thoughts keep running in regards to Genesis...he wonders if maybe there's something to that. There's something bone deep to his reactions he can't deny. He certainly doesn't mind it...but it's such a significant shift in how he normally thinks that he wonders where it's coming from.
He nuzzles into Genesis' neck, breathing in the scent of him. He wants to say something, but he can't find words. So for a moment, he just...lets the both of them come down a little, kissing the mark he's left on Genesis' neck, and for a few minutes...just having his mate so close and claimed is enough.
Genesis probably needs those minutes to put his head back together.
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Words don't really feel possible. His bitten throat is only made for the soft, almost-purr he manages when Sephiroth settles against him. Shaking hands shift from Sephiroth's shoulders up to card back through his hair. The physical feels slower, heavier in his body, an odd, but pleasant contrast to his open thoughts. Expressing it is sluggish, but every touch he means as praise for his perfect mate.
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And he can already feel himself getting hard again. They need to get somewhere more convenient for this sooner or later, but he's not ready yet. There's more he wants to do to Genesis, right here.
It feels like the last thing in the world he wants to do, his every instinct screaming against it, but his eyes are fixed on his goal. So he forces himself to pull out of Genesis, lowering the other man's legs to the ground so he can (nominally) support himself. (Most of the work is actually being done by the wall behind him, and Sephiroth's body in front of him keeping him against it.) Then he pivots Genesis to face the wall, crowding him up against it even as one hand rucks up his coat and the other goes to tug Genesis' pants down his hips.
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It's only snapped when Sephiroth shifts, and his cock drags free of his heat. Immediately, a broken whine escapes Genesis at the loss, body aching without the fullness to sate him. It devolves into a snarl when its not immediately back, but he's being moved. Pressed up to the wall, his mate behind him, but not inside him has it blooming into a demanding growl that rattles deep in his chest. Lips curling back to bare his teeth, and gloved hands clawing at the brick. Without the conscious effort to control it, Genesis' strength leaves gouging cracks in the clay.
Between his legs, the mix of their spend drips down his thighs, and the sensation only drives him to further impatient thrashing. Why isn't mate inside him- why?
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So, as casually as if he were scruffing a kitten, Sephiroth lifts a hand to grip the back of Genesis' neck. The other goes to his mouth, using his teeth to tug off one of his gloves(which promptly disappears into the same pocket of his coat as the egg). With that done...he lines himself up again and presses into Genesis once more, this time from behind.
He doesn't leave his already restless mate wanting. He immediately establishes a rhythm, this one a bit more controlled than the previous ones but with the thrusts no less deep or strong for that. His ungloved hand, meanwhile, slips around Genesis' waist and between his legs, fingers finding his clit to tease it as he fucks him.
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Thankfully, he doesn't have to keep thinking long. By now the press of the other's length is familiar, and Genesis gusts out a relieved sigh as Sephiroth fills him again. All that struggling falls away to indulge in the heated press of their bodies instead. It's so much better to be sated. The less frantic pace might have spurred him to encourage Sephiroth to indulge, except now he understands why the silver removed his glove. Feeling warm, sure fingers at his arousal, Genesis groans and melts into the touch. Had it not been for bracing against the wall, he's fairly sure his trembling thighs would have immediately buckled.
With a rattling almost-purr, Genesis lets his eyes slip closed, and focuses on rocking his hips against Sephiroth's hand, and then back on his thrusts to take every ounce of pleasure from the motions.
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Not that Genesis has ever once in his life been patient, or that he's likely to start now. But teaching him trust - teaching him obedience - has some appeal.
For now, though, it's enough to simply give him what they both want. Sephiroth takes this fuck slower, focuses on providing a gradual build of pleasure for his mate rather than simply overwhelming him with intensity. Every now and then, his hand moves down from Genesis' arousal to where they're joined, dragging fingers along the tender skin wrapped around Sephiroth's length before bringing those slicked fingers back up to start stroking Genesis' clit again. It's more than just the pure sensation of it now, for Sephiroth; it's the bone-deep satisfaction of feeling the way they fit together, how perfectly Genesis takes him in. He wants Genesis to be exquisitely aware of it, too.
It takes some time for Sephiroth's movements to pick up speed, become more erratic as he finally approaches the crest of another orgasm. In the end he's shoving Genesis roughly against the wall, gripping the back of his neck almost painfully, only his own arm still roughly rolling his thumb over Genesis' arousal keeping him from perhaps pushing some rather sensitive areas directly in contact with brick. When he finally releases, it's with his head leaning against Genesis', another growl thrumming through him.
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