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Time for a Cinnabon!
✖ THE MALL
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.
Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.
That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.
The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!
The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.
Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!
Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?
Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.
But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready.
“Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…
Oh. You.
The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:
“FLATSCREEN!”
“INTELLIVISION!”
“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”
They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.
Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...
There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.
Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile.
Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!
The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?
The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!
Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins.
It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.
Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.
No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?
With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?
Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.
Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.
Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.
That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.
The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!
The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.
Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!
Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Any food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.
4. The people inside the mall are normal humans unless otherwise indicated. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
5. Have fun!
Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.
But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready. “Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…
Oh. You.
The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:
“FLATSCREEN!”
“INTELLIVISION!”
“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”
They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.
Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...
There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.
Notes:
1. There may be a few Black Friday shoppers loose in the mall, but primarily they stick to the department store.
2. Your character might find a way into the mall again, or the parking lot outside. However they manage that is up to you!
3. If your character does turn into a consumer drone, they can be changed back by being taken out of the department store. Maybe go chill out by the fountain in the concourse or get some chilli fries in the food court.
Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile. Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!
The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?
The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!
Notes:
1. Your character can post/call the network or text/call an individual - in the latter case nobody else can read or hear the conversation.
2. The car might have some goldfish crackers or something in the glove box, or maybe an old gatorade bottle on the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.
Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins. It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.
Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.
No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?
With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?
Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.
Notes:
1. Stating how you have wronged the person the mannequin resembles and apologising will cause the guilt and paranoia to vanish. But then, so will breaking them.
2. Could the mannequins sneak up on you? Move when you’re not looking? Sure! the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.
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"So pretty," he says between kisses. He drags a hand lower and takes hold of Quentin's cock, stroking firmly.
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A pained little mewl escapes him when that touch gets firmer. He gasps a shallow little breath against his boyfriend's lips and rocks into the Kyle's fist, shameless and greedy about it. He blushes deeply at those words that seem so mismatched to the way he feels— horny and eagerly fucking Kyle hand.
"Pretty what? Pretty pervy?" he smirks. The mischievousness of that smile loses it's edge when he's so red-faced and distracted. His fingers curl in Kyle's hair to hold him there where he can kiss him. "Careful. I've been thinking about this for weeks. Don't let me finish too fast."
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"Have you? I'm flattered." He nibbles at Quentin's pulse. "I want you to be really turned on before I start, you know. I think it makes it easier. But you tell me what you like, okay?"
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"Of course I have," he sighs, smiling when he can feel Kyle's stiff cock press against his belly. "Uh huh..." he agrees more easily with that request than he ever agrees with anything, but rather than keep talking he draws Kyle in with another kiss and another until their foreheads rest together and room around the bed they share falls dark. The shuttering sound of an old timey projection occurs somewhere in the dark and where the head of their bed once was there's now a grainy screen playing back Quentin's dirtiest thoughts like some kind of grindhouse theatre.
On screen he wrestles Kyle to the bed only to be held down and kissed obscenely. In one moment he's wrapped snugly around the man nestled tightly between his thighs and in the next he's gasping into a pillow while Kyle's hips slap roughly against his ass. The scenes are brief but frequent and snap unexpectedly between point-of-view shots, wide angles and graphic close ups. Some of them plucked from memory. Some wholly imagined. No matter what position thought the feeling is the same— heady and humid and drunk and wanting.
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And as is so often the case, the sight/feel of Quentin's erotic thoughts gets Kyle turned on like nothing else he's ever known.
"Fuck yes," he murmurs. "Oh, Q. Yes." He devours Quentin's mouth, then mauls his neck. "Get comfy."
He pulls away so that he can grab the lube from the nightstand and coat his fingers generously.
"You can put a pillow under you, if you like. Kinda angles you up, you know?" Kyle says.
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He dissolves into a fit of giggles when Kyle swears and chomps his neck. "No one calls me that," he snickers. "I love it when you call me that."
Even as Kyle speaks the words, they're reflected in the film that plays overhead. A shot of Kyle's hand on his hip. The stretch of his stomach as he arches up. The new angle he gets looking down his own belly at Kyle knelt between his legs. Like a live feed of Quentin's thoughts as he considers the benefits of this suggestion.
His cheeks burn and he smiles, planting his heels to lift himself as he stuffs a pillow under his ass without taking his hands off of Kyle.
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Kyle kisses Quentin again once he's got that pillow under him. He runs his slick fingers up the insides of Quentin's thighs, edging up high towards his ass before withdrawing to tease over his shaft.
Kyle sits back again to get more lube, then presses up close once again. This time a finger gently circles Quentin's hole.
"Good?"
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"V-very good," he stammers like he never does and stretches closer to Kyle. Desperate for the warmth and weight of him to return. In lieu of that he reaches out to touch him. Smoothing his hands first down then slope of his shoulders. Then then across his chest. And down his stomach until he's just out of reach and grazing him with his fingertips is all Quentin can manage.
That projection behind him tracks his fascination, first with Kyle face. His darkened eyes and the shine on his lips. Then the angle of his shoulders and soft texture of his smooth fair skin occasionally sprinkled with flecks of red like his hair.
"Hng... again. More. Please," he squirms.
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Quentin is beautiful in Kyle's eyes. In addition to being turned on, his heart is also so very full.
"Relax," he murmurs. "I'll take care of you."
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"Ahh," he groans and hisses a breath through his teeth. Quentin's hips rock forward and back as he tries to decide which he wants more of.
Telling him is relax is usually a good way to further inspire his irritation, and maybe Kyle knows that, but the promise that follows does everything to temper him. He blinks through the bleariness that obscures his vision of Kyle and blushes violently. I'm relaxed. I just... need something to hold on to, he admits, reaching for any part of Kyle he can get his hands on.
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He twists his wrist a little as he strokes Quentin's cock. A the same time he moves his finger gently. Slowly he pulls back again, shifting to lean further forward and kiss Quentin's lips again.
"Just a second," he promises again. He grabs the lube again and dumps more on his hands. It might seem excessive, but he is unwilling to risk any preventable discomfort.
He settles back down again, hands taking up their work again, this time working a second finger inside his boyfriend.
"You're okay?
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He does grab Kyle's hair too. By the handful and drags him in for a kiss that's as messy as the rest of him feels when Kyle slathers him in lube again and opens him farther. "I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, but if you do that thing in me again I'm gonna cum so you better do it with your dick," he huffs urgently.
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Kyle cackles briefly and pulls his hands away. "Okay," he says, smiling. "Okay." He shuffles between Quentin's legs, running his hands over his own cock to make sure he's as slick as can be.
He shuffles about again, using one hand to help line himself up. Slowly he presses forward, mouth slack, staring with fascination as he sinks into Quentin's flesh.
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When Kyle comes closer Quentin huffs a relieved breath and runs his hand down his stomach and over his cock, even if he end's up feeling more of Kyle's own fist there he relishes feeling like they guide him in together as Quentin shuffles down the mattress and eagerly let's his legs bow out at his sides.
His back twists when the pressure peaks and for a brief moment he worries that he won't be able to. Brief because just as soon as he relaxes the right muscles, Kyle's moving inside him effort and Quentin holds his breath until his chest burns as if he could trap that feeling in him longer somehow if he refuses to exhale.
Eventually he has to. And when he does he buries his pleasantly pained expression in the crook of Kyle's neck. "Oh fuck Kyyyyle," he whines. His projections say something different. Oh fuck Kyyyyle. More. Deeper. I need it.
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"Okay," he murmurs aloud in response to that mental request. "Just... a second. Give our bodies a second."
Partially this is because he doesn't want to cum too soon, and partially because his own memory is of wanting time to adjust.
Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, mouth hanging open slightly, until he's buried as deep as he can be.
"Oh, Quentin. You feel amazing. Can I move?"
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He's just on the verge of catching his breath Kyle speaks and the words rattle around in his head as what started like a sharp pressure fades into a soft, warm feeling of being fulfill. Just a second. Give our bodies a second. More in a second. You're okay? Care of you. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. His arms fold tightly around Kyle's neck.
His nose bumps into Kyle's as he rolls his forehead against his partner's, kissing blindly about his lips. "Mhmmm please," he begs breathlessly. "You're so good to me."
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Kyle smiles and kisses back. "I try." He props himself up on his elbows, forearms against the mattress on either side of Quentin's head. He shifts his weight and pulls his hips back slowly, pausing again before he rocks forward again.
That's good, that's so good hot tight good, want you.
Kyle gradually lets his body settle into a steady rhythm. Less coherent that his verbal thoughts, Kyle projects a disjointed series of images: Quentin's fingers digging into his back, Quentin crying out, Quentin shaking beneath him. Want to fuck you just right find the right angle want you fucking ecstatic.
His own body is hot, building pleasure like an electric charge.
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He settles back with a sweet, warm sigh when Kyle lowers to his elbows on top of him. The slightest arch of his back pushes their bellies together and Quentin writhes for it; inspired by the satisfying pressure of having his cock pressed between them. That new closeness and the gentle motion that sways them together makes it easy to let himself float on the stream of thoughts and images that come from his partner coupled.
His hands frame Kyle's face when he kisses him. fuck me just right. just right. just right. right now, his mind babbles into Kyles as he plants his heels and rolls his hips a little. Up and back and down. Driving graphic images of Kyle inside him into their minds until the next time Kyle's weight shifts he sinks into Quentin just right. As promised.
Quentin inhales sharply and goes still. With a desperate little growl he squeezes his partner's shoulder to hold them both in place as he drives himself onto Kyle. Grinding his hips up against him to hit that spot again and again just like before.
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There. Take it. Yes, Quentin, love you.
He mauls Quentin's neck sloppily, hips driving forward. He makes a soft groaning sound deep in his chest.
hot sexy bitch i love you you're perfect i'm so close already are you close you love it love being fucked feel me i feel you
He rolls tightly against Quentin, feeling his cock between them. It's becoming more difficult to resist the urge to just jackhammer away at that wonderful ass.
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He tries to recreate he particular position of them every time he bears down against the hips that press up into him. It amounts to an awfully slight motion as he's pinned there against the mattress, but it's determined and firm enough to leave him whimpering for Kyle. right there right there right there plays in his head one repeat. "fuck me. fill me. fucking fill me. I can take it. I can take all of it. all of you. give it all to me. give it to me Kyle. give it.
He buries his face against the soft, fuzzy side of Kyle's fresh haircut and gasps when he hits him just right again. "Fuuh—ah I'm gonna cum, Kyle. Fuck me like you wanna before I cum"
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"Yeah, okay, yeah," Kyle mutters aloud. His thoughts are more feelings than words now, a flood of physical pleasure and emotional heat. Quentin's words touch him in some deep part of his heart, and instead of slamming into him he instead slows a little and rocks deliberately: deep and firm. His body lowers further and he kisses Quentin's neck in between gasps. He keeps that pace until he can't stand it, hips snapping up hard when he cums, groaning and shaking.
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Braces himself at first. Expecting something rougher. But it doesn't have to be rough to get to that feeling he's after. Even if his pride alone might prefer it. Soon he feels the heavy shifting of Kyle's body against his more deeply than he imagined. Like every angle and plane between them is ball and socket joint. Made to fit snugly and shift smoothly beneath the motion of the other. When coupled with the warmth of Kyle's sweetest, most heartfelt earnesty, Quentin feels good in places that he couldn't describe.
Soon he folds himself around Kyle and buries his fingers in Kyle's hair until those first short, jerked movements of his boyfriends hips snap his resolve like a rubber band stretched too far.
"Ahh— fuck!" he gasps. For a moment none of the images that pass through his mind like a flip book are even of them. Not memories. Just a catalog of memorable money shots he's collected in young life.
Uncertain which one of them sparked this feeling first, he clings to Kyle more tightly still. Arching his back to grind himself against Kyle stomach as he cums. It's a small mercy when their skin feels too slick to offer much friction. Little huffs turn into desperate groans as he bucks against Kyle even long after the high point has passed. Just because his body still hums with a sensation he doesn't want to let go of if he can.
"Hngg," he groans when that feeling starts slipping away like water in cupped hands. Feeling himself move away from euphoria an ache in his chest, but even that feels cathartic somehow. "Ahhh fuck. Fuckkk. Kyyyyle," he whines and breathes in the smell of Kyle's hair in an effort to snuggle closer.
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He doesn't move away. He mouths Quentin's neck and kisses his face and strokes his sweaty hair back.
"Quentiiiiiiin," he whines back, smiling. Teasing is safe - it's what they do, and Kyle so badly wants Quentin to feel normal and safe in the afterglow.
"Are you okay?
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He snorts at the whine Kyle mocks him with. Glad that Kyle still finds him sturdy enough to tolerate that kind of teasing even now when he feels like some amount of vulnerability is written across his face.
"Course," he says. It's a little mumblier than his usual manner and there's a glassy shine to his eyes he does a good job blinking away, but he's undeniably a little clingier. A little cuddlier. A little softer than he likes people to know he's capable of.
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"You're beautiful," Kyle says. "I mean it." He leans down to kiss Quentin's mouth before he sits up and leans over to grab those wipes.
"Here, you'll feel a little less gross."
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