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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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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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At least he's rewarded still. Good, he'd probably have resorted to much more than just growls otherwise. It's easy to fall back into step with his mate, body thrumming with overspent heat. He can't quite admit it, but the more languid pace makes the mounting pleasure all the sweeter after the roughness prior. His own hand grips at Sephiroth's arm, clutching tight as his clit is stroked. Nails dig in when the other's hand seeks lower, tactile praise for suiting his mate exactly right. It drags such deep, pleased groans from Genesis that they rattle in his chest. They fit exactly right, something his heady thoughts float with in a lofty haze.
The rough shove into the wall doesn't bother the redhead, or even the grip on his neck. It would probably be enough to injure someone else, but for Genesis it's just a buzzing reminder of his mate's power. Something he basks in, instead of fights now. More than that, he practically drowns in it, and the feeling of Sephiroth cumming in him again is enough to tip him over as well. The throb and flash of wet heat added to his already filled body has him gasping, breathless and sated (for now at least). There's not much room to do so, but he slumps against the brick letting Sephiroth's larger body cage him in entirely.
"Seph," he pants out, uncurling his nails from where they dig at the other's arm. There's a faint tremble to his hand, but Genesis slides it down to curl over the one Sephiroth has been using to tease him with, still down between his legs. Genesis gives a satisfied sigh to feel where the mix of their spend drips from around where they're joined.
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Like Genesis, for the moment, he feels sated. Enough to seriously consider moving them somewhere suitable - specifically, their apartment. The fact that Genesis (and to a lesser degree himself) is only getting messier hasn't escaped his notice. It's starting to get on their clothes at this point; they won't even be able to walk down the streets fully dressed soon without still being indecent.
(Not that Sephiroth has any desire to go anywhere or do anything fully dressed right now; all he's interested in doing is Genesis, for quite awhile longer. It's merely a practical concern.)
That said...it's not like they need to walk anywhere anyway.
Much to Genesis' inevitable display, Sephiroth pulls out of him again in order to turn him back around so they're facing each other once more. Then he leans down to tug Genesis' pants most of the way back up, ignoring whatever mess there is. (They're going to have to clean up later regardless; more mess at this point is largely irrelevant.) But then, before Genesis can really start to object...Sephiroth is pulling him close, pressing himself back into him.
Right now, it's not even for sex. It's to try to keep Genesis from dripping any more than he already is. (And, yes, because Sephiroth wants nothing more than to be inside his mate right now...mixed with a possessive desire to keep him quite thoroughly filled with Sephiroth's seed. Not something Sephiroth had ever known he'd be into, but he's never fucked Genesis this many times in a row rapid fire, either. He's discovering things about himself today.)
"Hold onto me," he murmurs against Genesis' lips, before briefly claiming them in a hungry kiss. "We're going home." And once Genesis' legs are comfortably wrapped around his waist again...he unfurls his wing, propelling them into the air. Entirely aside from his being a discreet way to get them back to the apartment, it's also by far the fastest.
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It's barely enough to keep him from hissing about being empty again, because it does annoy him so. Not in any sharp way, but the general ache of being without suddenly does leave an uncomfortable feeling. Physically and base, being apart from Sephiroth hurts right now. It also lets their mixed spend paint his thighs, and stain the fabric of his pants. Goddess, they've made quite the mess... Normally, he's rather adverse to unnecessary filth, but this ends up making him shiver and groan low with it. It's quieted by the kiss, and Sephiroth pressing back into him though. Mostly, anyway. Genesis huffs against his mouth, but doesn't object at all. He's even placated enough to obey without question, arms curled around the silver's neck, and thighs pressed tight to his hips.
The sensation of flight is fairly normal at this point. However, having Sephiroth in him at the same time is definitely new. The initial launch is the most jarring, making him claw at Sephiroth's back. He tries not to impede the wing, but the urge to dig into the feathers is there. Maybe once they land... It's so beautiful on his mate, the stark black against silver... he's not quite back in his own head enough to continue the thought, but it floats there pleasantly. Which is just about where most of his thoughts stay until they're on the ground again. It's when he gets a chance to grab at the feathers, feeling the heat beneath from where the muscles below had just been in use. He's gentle enough not to brush the feathers the wrong way, but still cards his fingers through with a firm pressure. His other hand is already shoving open the door behind them. Their bed would very much be nice right about now, but he'd take the couch too if they can't make it that far.
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But they're home now, Genesis pushing the door open while Sephiroth's own hands are busy. When they're so close to the goal already, Sephiroth's able to maintain control easily enough to carry Genesis all the way to the bedroom. As soon as they get there...Sephiroth lays Genesis out on the bed, moving with him onto it so that he barely pulls out of him at all, and begins hurriedly stripping what clothes the both of them are still wearing off. (His coat, at least, gets set aside carefully, in deference to the egg in its pocket...but everything else is essentially getting tossed.) From this point on...he doesn't want to have to think or worry about anything except the man beneath him.
"I love you," he breathes against his lips at some point - perhaps it's a reassurance as he's forced to pull out of Genesis one last time (the last time, he hopes, for the next several hours) so he can finally remove the man's pants completely. As soon as this last obstacle is out of their way, Sephiroth's sliding into him again, with a rough sound of pure satisfaction.
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The reassurance is met with Genesis murmuring it back, and it does actually ease him. The spike of instinctual displeasure of being pulled out of doesn't flare nearly as badly as before. He's willing to wait the extra moments it means for his mate not to have to leave him again. A deep, full body sigh shakes his entire frame when Sephiroth's length presses in once more, and they're both finally bare enough to fully appreciate all the contact. Genesis noses down against Sephiroth's collar, and lets the familiar scent and warmth soothe him into the easy motion of rocking back on the other's hips. Being back in their own home seems to ease him into something less frantic and snarling. Mates in their own den. At the leisure to be bred all his mate wants- Genesis isn't entirely sure where the almost-thoughts have been forming from tonight, but they feel right.
"Stay," he rumbles. "Stay inside me. I need you. I love you."
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Like Genesis, he's not thinking much about what he's saying, or what his instincts are telling him. It doesn't much matter, and he doesn't care about the details. He can practically feel their hearts beating in sync; he feels that Genesis would understand him no matter what he said, and even if he said nothing at all. Is that due to feeling as though their bodies are speaking to each other as any words could, or that they know each other on a level that goes even deeper than that? Either, possibly, or both.
No, all that really matters is the perfect heat of Genesis around him, the roll of their hips against each other, the way Sephiroth kisses and bites along Genesis' throat, the way he grips his mate's hips or lifts his thighs to drive himself deeper. They've found a rhythm now, not a frantic dash that will burn them out but a steady lope that they can maintain for hours. And this time, when Sephiroth comes again, he's barely shuddered through it before he's moving again, pushing them further, higher. He doesn't want Genesis to think, smell, feel anything but him, wants Genesis to fill his senses just the same, and he'll claim his mate until there's nothing left of either of them other than each other.
It takes hours, but they certainly get there.
When they're finished, they're finished. Sephiroth, for his part, feels like he can barely move. But also, he hasn't the slightest urge to. He's normally extremely fastidious, and to say they've made a mess would be an understatement, but...even if he had the energy, he doesn't want to move an inch away from Genesis. He's still sunk in him, both too tired to pull out and honestly pretty comfortable where he is, with Genesis wrapped protectively in his arms, back to chest. (Genesis' hair has largely been tucked out of the way.) His nose is nuzzled against the back of the other man's neck, simply breathing him in. He's lazily admiring the marks of his own teeth on Genesis' skin, too drunk on contentment to process that he's only able to see them because the sunrise is casting light through the windows.
Leviathan, meanwhile, pads into the room, very carefully holding a water bottle in their jaws. They boost themself up with their front paws on the side of the bed to drop it somewhat pointedly where Genesis and Sephiroth can both see it, then pads off again.
You boys may be super-soldiers, but you still need to hydrate.
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Lazily, he peeks an eye open when he feels the bed depress slightly. Blurry vision catches the sight of Levi bringing them a water bottle, and if he had function of his limbs he might have reached for it. But moving just sounds like hell right this second. He'll grab it in a moment. Right now, the best Genesis can manage is the very slight shift of his hand and a quiet, "thank you." It'd been draped over his thigh, but now reaches down between his legs. He strokes the pads of his finger along the underside of Sephiroth's cock, right at the junction where they meet, and the other fills him. It's far too lax and light to be more than praise. He's exhausted beyond measure. Another round might actually knock him out entirely.
"Pent up, hm?" Genesis mumbles, head half-turned to the pillow to give Sephiroth plenty of his bared neck to enjoy. Even the slightest motion reminds his nerves of the deep bites and bruises that litter it. A part of him wishes his inhuman healing could calm down long enough to let him enjoy those for a few days, but alas. They'll be gone before dinner.
Genesis has to make a conscious effort to shift his hand again, and finds one of Sephiroth's. He guides it to his lower belly, just above his heat, and presses against the soft skin there. The muscle below is sensitive, both from tensing it, and from being pounded into from within. Inside him though, Genesis is acutely aware of the sheer amount of his seed Sephiroth has painted him with.
"Could stay like this forever," he dreams aloud, a languid drawl to his voice. "So full of you. Wasn't aware how much you'd want to claim me with... not complaining in the slightest. Might be just as keen on the idea, if not more, to keep it that way awhile."
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"You know how often I'm with you," he says against Genesis' neck, lips curving in a way Genesis can feel against his skin. "Even if I had no one but you, I'd hardly be pent up. That was...encouraged." Very much a product of what he'd had to eat and drink at the bar. "We were supposed to be spending time away from each other, weren't we." This is said with distinct amusement; if anything, all this has only highlighted how little they want to be away from each other.
He kisses the nape of Genesis' neck, tenderly. (It's not as though it isn't obvious how bitten and bruised it is right now.) "I'm glad...you came to find me when you did." No one else could have given him so much, fit him so well, been able to take everything Sephiroth dished out.
Genesis' idle musing earns a low rumble of possessive pleasure from Sephiroth. The only thing better than claiming Genesis this thoroughly is Genesis being as into it as he is. "You like it, then...just how long do you want to stay like this?"
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"I suppose we were... but if I'm to be honest, I didn't want that at all. I thought perhaps it was sensible, reasonable. Maybe I even convinced myself of 'absence makes the heart fonder' for a bit. Yet all my mind could circle back to was how badly I wished to be in your arms. I couldn't stay away a moment longer. I think even if I had resisted the thoughts, the immeasurable gravity my heart feels to orbit you would have brought me back anyway." Genesis shifts just enough to twist his upper half around, and steals a lopsided kiss from his mate.
"Would you find it unreasonable if I said forever?" Genesis teases, a little hum of contentment in the back of his throat. "Perhaps not quite this messy, but if you wanted me claimed at all times, you'd find no objection here. At the very least, I'd always prefer some mark of you on me whenever we need be apart."
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Under other circumstances, Sephiroth likely wouldn't say this. But he's worn himself out so thoroughly that there's not much filter between his brain and mouth left. His words aren't self-pitying; if anything, they're slow and a touch sleepy as the exhaustion creeps up on him. If they're weighty, significant things for him to say or think about, he doesn't seem to really be processing them as such in the moment.
The hum in Genesis' throat gets Sephiroth's lips pressed to his neck again, as though he's trying to feel the vibrations through him better. "What does claimed mean in this context...? But I don't mind marking you whenever you want..."
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"You don't stifle me like this, in the same way you never stifled me when we were younger. No part of you is stagnant or smothering, you are simply you, and I have always enjoyed that. I can't foresee myself ever not enjoying being able to mean so much to you. And likewise, you trusting in Angeal and I always brought us an immeasurable joy. You gave us plenty, just by being yourself." Genesis reaches back to smooth his hand along any part of Sephiroth he can reach, content to feel the warmth under his palm. He hopes, perhaps, that it soothes Sephiroth to hear the immediate and honest answer from Genesis. This is where he's happiest, beside the people he loves, and always so. There aren't many out there that can understand him, see him, like Sephiroth can. It means more to Genesis than even his honeyed words can express. They're just too ephemeral for the depth Genesis means his feelings towards the silver.
Tired as he is, Genesis doesn't quite have the energy to keep himself turned, and ends up back down to the pillows again. It doesn't help that Sephiroth's warm breath ever-so gentle against his neck is a lulling sensation.
"I was considering wearing a stud to match yours. Something a little easier to maintain. As much as I would simply adore having my throat bit and bruised at all times, our regenerative powers make that less than practical. Or, of course, there is this method." He glances down himself to where, even now, Sephiroth is pressed into his heat.
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"A stud?" He noses at the back of Genesis' neck. "Another earring...? As long as you don't get rid of the one you have." Sephiroth's always loved Genesis' large earring, how it perfectly accentuates him somehow. He can't help chuckling at Genesis' reference to Sephiroth still being inside him. "As for this...this isn't really something you can take with you when I'm not around."
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"And I beg to differ," Genesis purrs. "Perhaps not you, but your seed, certainly."
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At the mention of his seed, Sephiroth's eyes - which had slipped shut - open again. "Mm...you like being full of that?" He sounds thoughtful, and a little pleased. "Keeping it in you when you're out doing something else would be difficult...and messy."
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"O' ye of little faith," he drawls, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "I was with Angeal for many years, and have a trick or two for such messy situations. You just worry about claiming me, I'll take care of the rest."
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Interesting, how he finds that thought strangely provocative. A recently fucked Genesis, with Angeal's seed still inside him, making an active effort to seem normal and composed in front of him while he'd known nothing...he wonders what he'd have done if he had known.
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"Mm, on more than one occasion actually." Genesis very nearly purrs the answer, loving the warm touch along his belly. "Almost always before major company functions. Made them slightly more bearable, and I think it put Angeal at ease to have such a claim over me around so many unsavory types. Truth be told, I wouldn't have minded yours either."
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At least Genesis is explicitly clear that he'd have loved to attend those formal functions in front of all those ShinRa executives they hated with Sephiroth's seed inside him. That's an attractive thought, and one of the few ways Sephiroth can think of that those functions could have been made actually enticing. Although, honestly, thinking and knowing how Genesis was strutting around, claimed by him and glorying in it...Sephiroth doesn't know how long they'd actually spend at such an event before he'd be dragging Genesis off somewhere. How had Angeal managed it?
(Granted, it occurs to him that Genesis and Angeal had often bowed out of those functions earlier than himself - something he'd never thought much of beyond their being more easily able to get away with it, not being SOLDIER's poster child, and not liking the functions much - and so Angeal probably hadn't managed it very well at all.)
"I would have liked that," he murmured. "Though claiming you around unsavory types like that...would be more because we enjoyed it than marking territory. None of them would have a chance in hell with you anyway." He can't even get himself possessive thinking about it, and he doesn't need much excuse. But he can't even pretend to perceive anyone who would attend a ShinRa formal function as even theoretical competition for Genesis.
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"Would you have liked it to be explicitly for you?" Genesis drawls, only half-meaning it is an actual question, because a moment later, he smirks over his shoulder at Sephiroth. "You would have, no?"
Genesis feels a pleased purr in his chest, and lays his hand over Sephiroth's on his belly. Idly, he traces meaningless patterns over the back of his palm.
"That's a rather alluring thought. Wanting to mark what's yours, but why exactly wanting Angeal's claim to tempt you? Or is the temptation from anyone?
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"I do wonder... will you be so possessive every time I come back from another? I might like that you know," he drawls, letting his imagination run wild with the idea that Sephiroth desires him like that. That his mate would be driven wild into marking him again if he caught the scent of another on Genesis. "After all, shouldn't you always be the last thing my body remembers, craves so primal?
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