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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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With both hands now free again, he's able to rest them on Zechs' waist, gripping his hips again - not as bruisingly as before, at least not for the moment - as he leans down to leave more marks of his teeth on Zechs' skin. Now, however, it's a bit lower, moving along the line of Zechs' collarbone. His options are a little limited right now without getting too in the blond's way, which is really the only reason he's not doing anything more interesting - he's aware this is a necessary step for what comes later.
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Still. His heart pounded. “Oh. I will.”
Zechs had to do some juggling, but he’s dexterous. Letting go of Sephiroth for a moment - he coated his fingers in a generous amount of lube, first. He lifted his weaker leg to hook it over the taller man’s hip, bracing against the wall, to reach behind himself.
One handed, he got a sloppy amount of lube in his palm before tucking the bottle in a belt loop of Sephiroth’s pants - it’s right there - and taking his cock once more with a lube soaked hand. His smile was cocky. There, he thought, as he sunk two fingers straight away inside of his own body, not bothering to be gentle.
The biggest difficulty, of course, was doing this while trying not to groan, both as he stretched himself and if Sephiroth should start to bite along his shoulders. Zechs tilted his head back against the wall, eyes shut, not giving up complete control yet while he tried to remain quiet. His slick hand would steadily move along Sephiroth’s length.
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If Zechs was watching closely enough while he pressed those fingers into himself - probably not likely - he might have noticed the way Sephiroth's eyes dilated a bit more as he watched him, the way he'd shifted forward at the moment his fingers slid in. Sephiroth's watching and listening for every little tell, every tense of muscles and hitch of breath, and Zechs fucking himself on his fingers is more than enough to work him up just a little bit more - enough that as soon as Zechs reached behind himself, Sephiroth was trying to pick up on the exact moment his fingers went in.
As good as Zechs' hand around him feels, Sephiroth finds it's not enough - and he doesn't think it has to do with Zechs not giving him enough to work with. It's more that it's not what he wants right now. He doesn't want Zechs' hand; he wants his body. Perhaps that's why, despite how heated he is, he doesn't simply rut into Zechs' hand. (Not that he doesn't move into those strokes at all; he's not made of stone. It's simply not with the wild abandon that might be expected.) Instead, he feels like what he wants more of right now, even more than Zechs' hand, is his reactions. So when Zechs conveniently returns that lube - with an ingenious temporary storage solution, an idea Sephiroth files away for later use - Sephiroth grabs it himself and spreads some on his hand so he can stroke Zechs' own cock more smoothly in turn.
The man's too quiet; Sephiroth wants to hear him.
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Which meant, unfortunately, he didn't see the hungry way Sephiroth watched. Something else which would been rather appealing, considering how little he objected to getting fucked in public now. Perhaps later he'd realize.
Zechs, while not as large as Sephiroth, is still proportional to himself - running larger than most. By chance, he grabbed his dick while Zechs was also trying to bully a third finger into himself - he shivered, bit down another moan. His lips were swollen by how much he had been chewing on them, holding himself back stubbornly.
Likewise, Sephiroth also seemed too composed. Opening his eyes a hair - he gripped the other man's cock just a little harder, twisting his hand, stroking him more firmly. Was this a competition, now?
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An idea Sephiroth has no objections to, really. But he's waiting on Zechs to finish prepping himself right now; he feels his ability to drag what he wants out of Zechs is limited until the man is ready, so he can't help chafing at the delay. (Not that he couldn't be striving to take Zechs apart well before he can actually start fucking him, but again...that's not quite what Sephiroth wants to happen here.)
For now, he'll settle for calling out Zechs' double standards. The man has obviously been goading Sephiroth to push him more while he's actively holding back his reactions. Zechs isn't the only one wondering if this is some sort of contest - but to Sephiroth, it appears to be Zechs who's trying to make it one.
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But Sephiroth was new to - or likely was new to - the play aspect of this, so it’s unfair of Zechs to turn it into one, he told himself. He shook his head and met his eyes in the dark, taking a moment to bully his stubbornness into a single word - “Apologies.”
Not too stubborn to apologize. Too stubborn to admit - “I’m the first to say pride has no place here in this - and yet I cling onto it. It’s hypocritical.”
His hand on Sephiroth’s length has slowed, gentled, as he pressed the three fingers in as deeply as he could at this angle. He made a small, embarrassing sound as he’s stretched open. Showing very clearly he liked that sort of sensation. Zechs shook his head again. “Nearly ready.”
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'Try to'. Sephiroth isn't even pretending he's not feeding into this competition now. But as with his combat skills...he's clearly quite confident here.
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He shivered and made a soft sound of pleasure while Sephiroth rubbed his cock with his thumb, gently. Zechs wanted Sephiroth in him yesterday, but rushing the preparation would break the trust the other man had put in him. He twisted and pulled his fingers inside himself, groaned again. Was this what he wanted to hear?
“Shit,” Zechs had to laugh a little breathlessly. Sephiroth was goading him now and it was working, of course it was. “Now I have to try. So long as you don’t hold back, when you try and wring as much sound from me as possible.”
Zechs didn’t think he was too impatient when he judged himself ready at last - pulling his hands away from both of them, bracing them behind him on the wall. “I think I’ve kept you waiting too long.”
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Fortunately, Zechs has already made it clear that he won't let Sephiroth hurt him more than Sephiroth is comfortable with, and will let him know if he crosses any lines. Knowing that is a relief. Of course he has to do his best to control himself anyway - Sephiroth would rather not only find the line after he's already crossed it - but it's nice to be assured that he'll be reined in if he starts losing himself too much. Paradoxically, that makes it easier for him to let go.
And it really is letting go. Sephiroth doesn't even wait long enough to offer acknowledgment to what is clearly Zechs' go-ahead; even if anything else needed to be said, Sephiroth isn't interested in wasting the time to say it. He simply pulls his hand back from Zechs' cock to brace his own, lines himself up, and then pushes into Zechs in one long, smooth stroke.
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This place alone had given him the chance to endure larger. It didn't mean that it still wasn't a stretch, and Sephiroth pressed in far deeper than he could reach with his fingers. Zechs wasn't being dishonest before - he did prepare himself best he could. And he was more than capable of taking it. But he still felt that stretch, that burn, the ache of being filled right deep with him, making him tremble with the sensation even if he tried not to swear or moan further.
Lest Sephiroth think that was a poor reaction, though - Zechs also pressed his hips as close as he could to Sephiroth as the other man slid inside of him. Clamped down with his legs around his hips, not wanting him to retreat. He watched Sephiroth in the dim light, taking what moment he could to brace himself. As if trying to reframe his earlier curse as a command, instead of a involuntary reaction to the pleasure - "Fuck me."
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Sephiroth is happy to give it to him.
He leans in to kiss Zechs, rather roughly, taking pleasure in the taste of him like this; just hearing him say those words was appealing. The fact that he breaks the kiss relatively quickly seems strange - up until he finally rocks his hips, thrusting into Zechs. There's no pause from there as he establishes a rhythm. What's more, that strength of his seems to serve him well; when he wants a different or better angle as he moves, he just adjusts Zechs to compensate. To some extent, this accidentally might serve Zechs' earlier fantasy; it gives a faint impression that he's simply an object for Sephiroth to rut into, one Sephiroth is casually repositioning as needed to maximize what he's seeking to get out of him. This likely isn't intentional - it may simply be that for some of Sephiroth's strength, it's just as natural for him to adjust Zechs' position as his own - but Zechs might view it as a bonus.
The fact that Sephiroth made sure to wait until Zechs' mouth wasn't covered by his own to start moving, though...it seems like he might really be pursuing that competition of theirs, not wanting to risk missing any sounds he might drag out of the other man.
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Zechs was thinking of that - feeling of use - while he was also wondering about Sephiroth's stamina. A rough thrust slid inside of him exactly so and he choked down a cry, slamming his head back against the wall. It's good. It's so damned good, getting fucked into like this like he's a tool - but there's also an idea that Sephiroth could just keep on going despite Zechs' human limitations. And that had appeal as well.
Either way, it's becoming impossible to think clearly. The rough pace and stretch, Sephiroth's girth alone meant that most angles were good angles inside of Zechs anyway - it's hard to keep quiet. Sephiroth was already rewarded with a lot of bitten-off sounds and moans, swallowed-down groans and clenching teeth. Zechs was close to breaking for him. He just needed some sort of push.
Covered with lube, Zechs initially kept his hands away from Sephiroth - but he found himself reaching for his arms, to grasp in a way that might bruise an ordinary man - to hang onto the rough ride as his body clenched around Sephiroth's cock.
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The sounds Zechs is making are good...but, to Sephiroth, not good enough. Not as good as they could be. It certainly lights a fire in him to see and hear Zechs struggling so hard to keep quiet, to not give himself over to his pleasure...but Sephiroth feels, bone deep, how much better it will be to hear Zechs when he fails completely. When he falls apart so completely on Sephiroth's cock that he can't even think of maintaining any sort of composure anymore. As warm and tight as Zechs is around him, Sephiroth has a strange sense of not being able to - or perhaps simply not being willing to - simply let himself go completely until Zechs does. Maybe it's competitiveness; maybe it's a feeling born of them both having been soldiers, and feeling as though he can't fall short of any expectations Zechs is intentionally (or subconsciously) setting. Or maybe it's that he simply doesn't feel like he can, or should, lose himself utterly in his own pleasure if his partner isn't right there with him.
He doesn't know, and isn't particularly trying to figure it out. What he feels is that shattering Zechs is his top priority.
His hand finds its way back to Zechs' cock, wrapping around his length and stroking it roughly. With his body now keeping Zechs quite comfortably pinned to the wall, and Zechs' legs wrapped around him, he doesn't need his hands to hold the man up as much anymore. This frees up the other to move up to curl fingers around Zechs' neck. Interestingly, there's no pressure there; it doesn't even feel like an implied threat, except in its positioning itself. What Sephiroth is thinking in doing this - if anything at all - is unclear...at least until Sephiroth uses that hand, exerting a not-overtight but irresistible pressure on the underside of Zechs' jaw, to turn the man's head so that Zechs is looking at him, rather than anywhere else. Even in the low light, it's easy to make out Sephiroth's eyes fixed on him, watching him.
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Yet getting into Zechs' head was always the clearest way to strike him where he was weak.
The fingers around his neck already wrested a small, surprised sound from him. Not a hint of pressure, but a vague sort of threat - perhaps it's embarrassing Zechs broke a little for that, yet there they were. But what Sephiroth did after was
betterworsebetter still - forcing his chin up. Making him keep his gaze, right there. Maintain eye contact. Watch Sephiroth watch him.See that competitive flame in his eyes, the hunger, the desire to watch Zechs fall apart. Watched how they glowed faintly in the darkness. Watch the satisfaction seep in as Zechs shuddered, moaning as Sephiroth still fucked him hard -
Loudly moaning, cursing, just - and he's still looking, looking as he fell to pieces on his dick, as he lost all of his control - he's mostly incomprehensible, but there's some coherent words such as - "Fuck, Sephiroth, you -"
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There are a number of things Sephiroth would like to do here as he fucks Zechs. Kissing him, biting his lips for him rather than letting Zechs have all the fun of doing it, biting his neck or his shoulders...there are plenty of appealing options. But unfortunately, all of them conflict with that grip on Zechs' neck, with the sounds falling from his lips, and Sephiroth isn't willing to relinquish either. So instead, he simply focuses on the slam of his hips, the stroke of his hand along Zechs' cock, and drinking in the sight of him right along with the sound. For now, that will have to be enough. He can always afford himself a little more freedom after round one...after he sees and hears exactly what Zechs is like when he comes.
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Not that he’s doing a lot of thinking at the moment.
It’s exactly what Zechs was hoping for. Groans, cursing, soft cries forced from his lips. The fact Sephiroth was inhumanly strong, fucked him like he’d been training to do it. That long, thick cock bullying it’s way in and out. A soft but strong hand on his own dick, determined to wring as much pleasure from him as possible.
Zechs had stamina, better than many human men. But Sephiroth had found so many of his buttons. Even his shoulders being slammed against the wall was just a reminder of how he’s being used, making his head swim. He had no idea what he’s even saying - if they’re words, instead of incoherent moans - but when he finally came, it’s with a shout, legs and body clamping around Sephiroth hard. The fact Sephiroth was watching it all, holding his chin and drinking it in, only made it more intense.
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Sephiroth has almost gotten lost in his fixation on Zechs' loss of control, on his satisfaction with it, to the point where he's almost been looking past the physical sensations of fucking Zechs to focus on those things. But Zechs tightening around him, coming hard on his cock, brings him firmly back to the physical as well. And it's perfect - the feel of him, seeing and hearing Zechs come as he spills into Sephiroth's hand, has Sephiroth slamming Zechs into the wall one last time as he reaches his own release, pressing close enough that for the first time in several minutes he's not fixating on Zechs' face anymore.
He stays there for a few long moments, pressing Zechs firmly to the wall, catching his breath.
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It takes a moment for him to focus on more than the warmth against him, the chemicals singing through his veins, the fact he’s still being held and pressed against the wall. The fact that … it didn’t seem that the other man seemed to be softening much, if at all.
“What was in that drink …?” Zechs asked, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. A note of awe, though, and not wariness.
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Sephiroth notices he's not nearly satisfied yet just as quickly as Zechs does, if not faster. At the question, he tilts his head slightly, thoughtful. "I don't know," he says, in complete honesty. But, noting that note of awe - perhaps hopefulness? - in Zechs' voice, a bit of a smirk creeps onto his lips, and into his voice. "But it seems I'm not done with you yet."
And with that, he starts moving again. Zechs may or may not be ready himself yet; Sephiroth is aware of this, but isn't overly concerned about it. If whatever he drank is affecting him this strongly...well, by the time Zechs is ready to come again, Sephiroth is likely to still be going.
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The little smirk made Zechs chuckle, breathless - and then he groaned again as Sephiroth began to move. He knew his body in this set of circumstances well. Over-sensitive. Like every draw of that thick cock inside of him was just that much more intense, nearly painful. While spent, he felt aroused, more than willing to keep this going.
He's young, though, and before too long he'd start slowly getting hard once more.
"Don't stop," Zechs demanded, even as a thrust in him made him groan again, "not until you're satisfied."
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No matter Sephiroth's actual stamina, this place was interfering. And this place was only a simulation, not actually reality. Zechs shuddered as Sephiroth pressed in just right - his hands were now on his shoulders, gripping tightly. Maybe he would've bruised an ordinary man.
Zechs reasoning followed. The idea was wildly arousing, of course. But, if the effects weren't sated by his efforts - Sephiroth would suffer on his own, or need to find another. He could take it. He wouldn't be damaged. And if he was, he could be healed. And, lastly, he's endured similar treatment before from persons far less human.
"If you need to leave me after," Zechs decided, he believed rationally enough, "ask my - nnngh - my digital assistant to contact Lorenz."
Another moan, and then, "Use me until you're through."
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"I'm not going to just leave you a mess for someone else to clean up," he informs Zechs, in a tone that brooks no argument. It's an authoritative 'I am merely informing you of what the future is going to contain' voice of utter certainty. "I'll at least see you to wherever you call home."
Then, and only then, does he start moving again. And as he'd warned, asking Zechs if he knew what he was asking for...he takes him at his word.
Spongebob Narrator Voice: Many orgasms later...By the time the heat in Sephiroth's blood finally subsides, he's lost count of how many times he's come. Eight, perhaps? Nine? But he's counted every one of Zechs - for the last one, outright pursued it. Somewhere in the middle he'd stopped pushing Zechs so hard for reactions, feeling that the man must be exhausted and not demanding any more of him than his body could offer naturally...but as he'd felt himself winding down, he'd dedicated himself to giving Zechs one last climax, dragging pleasure out of him again even if he was fighting overexertion and overstimulation rather than pride. And if feeling Zechs' body tighten and spasm one last time around him had brought him his own final release as well...well, who's to complain?
He finally draws back, scanning Zechs and taking in just how much of a mess he's made of the man...in every respect, really. "Are you all right?" he murmurs. His voice is rough, though by now it's more from the frequent growls of need during their marathon than an indication of desire.
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Fortunately, it didn't seem necessary for Zechs to reply. And, more fortunate, Sephiroth proceeded him to drive him out of his mind, past embarrassment and any self-doubt. Lost to sensation, over-sensitivity, becoming just an object for Sephiroth to sate his desires on.
In this kind of state, past pride or self-consciousness, Zechs would beg for more. He'd whimper, tremble, sob with pleasure. He'd cling onto the unstoppable force in the best impression of an immovable object he could be. When Sephiroth wrung one last, final orgasm from him - it was dry and intense. Zechs blacked out for a moment, losing time between that knife stab of pleasure and the rough voice asking after his well being.
Like this - just like this. Zechs was detached from his thoughts, his concerns, the situation they were trapped within. A vessel for someone else's pleasure. Useful. Valuable for something that had nothing to do with his poor choices. All he needed to was exist and enjoy the sensations.
As he came to, Sephiroth's voice was just sound for a second, before his brain resolved it into language. Zechs hummed, weakly nodded. Something inside his brain poked. Right. Concern. He's - going to worry him. "Yes. 'M good."
He's six feet of boneless weight right now, though, and a complete mess. Despite what Sephiroth said earlier, Zechs did expect him to set him down in a dry corner and leave.
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He pulls out of Zechs, not without a slight shudder, and...yes, there's a considerable mess, which there's not a whole lot Sephiroth can do about. Using his mouth is a possibility, but not an appealing one - not with the sheer amount of cleanup that's needed. There's swallowing and then there's making a whole meal out of it, and Sephiroth is far more prepared to do the former than the latter.
So in the end, he does what he can. He uses a hand to wipe himself and Zechs, if not completely clean, then at least mostly dry, idly flicking the excess off his fingers at intervals. It's a stopgap measure, really, until he can get one or both of them to a shower. If Zechs is conscious enough, he will get to see Sephiroth clean off his hand with his tongue once he's finished; he needs to be able to use it.
He then absently scoops Zechs into the crook of one arm while he fetches the man's clothes, taking the time to painstakingly put them on while he manhandles Zechs not unlike an oversized dressable doll. He's gentle enough in that he's careful not to hurt Zechs, but he's clearly expecting no assistance or input from him on this whatsoever and just taking care of things in his own way.
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