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Supergreen.

✖ EVENT HORIZON

Ⅰ. PARADISE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The heart of the station is beating.

MUTHER is online, and she has filled the station with the sound of music. Over that she occasionally warns in an emotionless voice, “Liberate tutemet ex inferis.”

Thick concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere in a steady, pulsing rhythm before they all line up. The dimensional gate opens.

The entire space station is momentarily subsumed in bright white light. You will be blinded for a second, and taken over briefly by a sense of joy so profound that it aches. The more emotionally or psychically sensitive Travelers may find it difficult to regain their equilibrium for a while and may be prone to laughing or crying fits.

After the dimensional shift, things are different. The most noticeable of which is that the space station is no longer abandoned. Crew members move about, but they aren't the only ones; the station is alive with what are pretty clearly tourists. Some are humanoid, some are not - maybe you even recognise some of the species. None of them are chasing you down and trying to eat your face, though - the most aggressive they get is ‘crabby from waiting in line at Disney World’ levels.

Doors that were once locked are now open. There are restaurants, spas, night clubs, swimming pools… anything and everything you could possibly want in a vacation destination. The sleeping pods are still accessible, but you’ll probably prefer one of the many fine hotel rooms now available to you.

Yes, the mystery space station is in fact an intergalactic resort. Who knew?

Where the dimensional gate once was, now is instead the High Temple. Travelers can access anything they have stored there, as well as have access to food that isn’t in paste form.

Notes:
1. The High Temple is available to everyone this month.

2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.

3. MUTHER will no longer communicate with any travelers.

4. Have fun!

Ⅱ. INFLUENCER
Now that the station is bustling with people, you’ll be quick to notice that some of them receive more attention than others. Crowds surround certain individuals who just exude an aura of ‘I am better than everyone else here.’ The staff bend over backwards to fulfill their every whim, and they are definitely getting the best of the best when it comes to food and drink and accommodations.

Yeah. They’re celebrities.

You’ll probably do your best to avoid the throngs of adoring fans, unless you happen to spot some intergalactic superstar you actually recognise. Why get caught up in all that nonsense, right? You can just avoid it.

At least, you can until a skinny, fabulously dressed person with the most fantastic hair you’ve ever seen slides out of nowhere right in front of you. They have a headset on, and hold a staff that doubles as a microphone. Around them float half a dozen spherical drones that can only be cameras. You don’t recognise them, but they seem to recognise YOU, considering that they all but shriek your name.

“And here we have the most beloved person currently living and breathing the air of this fiiiiiiiiiiiine establishment! After yours truly, of course! That’s right, loyal viewers, this is Vanity Apollonia streaming LIVE from seven to nine with all the deets you could POSS-ib-ly desire about the multiverse’s darling of the moment! Their dreams, their desires, their most INtimate of intimates! Right on! Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!”

They shove the microphone in your face, giving you an expectant look. You should probably say something.

Vanity reacts as if you’ve just given the world’s most brilliant and inspiring speech no matter what you say, following it up with, “More of that to come! Now a quick word from today’s sponsor, NordMan! The only intergalactic security I personally trust!”

The cameras suddenly close up, and Vanity sighs and adjusts their hair.

“Look, you wanna keep that follower count up, babe? You gotta play to the viewers a little more! Give them what they want. A little cleverness, a little vulnerability. Do it and I promise you’ll get the V.I.P. treatment! Don’t, and you’ll just go back to being a regular guest. It’s all the same to me, sweetheart.”

Looks like you have a choice to make.

Notes:
1. To achieve celebrity status, you must spend two hours a day live streaming with Vanity Apollonia.

2. Whoever happens to be with you is considered your entourage, unless you decide to pull some stunt to make them as (in)famous as you.

3. Your follower count will go up if you appear ‘real’ to your audience. For some this means actually being genuine. For others this means faking it so well nobody can tell.

Ⅲ. HOLODECK
CW: potential violence, sexual situations.
Depending on what world you're from, virtual reality may be fairly commonplace, or it may be so far out of the realm of possibility that the idea seems magical. Here it’s the former, with entire rooms devoted to a VR experience that is completely immersive.

Step inside the holodeck and pick from any of the preset scenarios the computer has to offer! Would you like to swash a buckle on a pirate ship? Lead an Elven army? Have relations with a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people? Hey, we’re not judging, just warn for that shit. The computer is also happy to tailor an experience just for you if you tell it what you want! And it’s probably more fun with a friend so grab someone and have a great time!

No matter what scenario you choose, after some time you’ll notice that certain elements from your actual life are sneaking in. Even if you’re in the middle of fighting Godzilla, you’ll find that an important moment from your past has inserted itself into the narrative.

For once you don’t seem to have to do anything about it, but it sure can be embarrassing depending on what memory has decided to shoehorn its way into your leisure time. How you react to it may reveal a lot about your character.

Notes:
1. The memory can be good or bad and it is entirely up to the player’s discretion as to how it interrupts the VR experience. Maybe Godzilla suddenly becomes your mother.

Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD
CW: disturbing image in link, forcible togetherness.

Even in a nonstop party space station there are moments of quiet. You and someone else are walking down a hallway, maybe, or having a relatively quiet time poolside, or star-gazing at one of the viewing decks. Wherever you are, you come to realise that you are being watched.

A quick look around will reveal that a hideous child-sized humanoid is half hiding nearby, watching you with huge blue eyes. It looks very young and very frightened, and it seems to be drawn to you.

Maybe you try to speak to it. It doesn’t talk back, but it will approach you shyly.

Maybe you ignore it because it’s ugly. It doesn’t seem to care, and will approach you shyly anyway.

The little alien takes one of your hands, and one of your companion’s hands. It still doesn’t speak, but it radiates a mental image of loving parents surrounded by rainbows and hearts.

Congratulations! You’ve just adopted a MAC!

The MAC wants only to eat candy and have fun, which doesn’t sound that bad in theory. In practice the MAC is the most accident prone dumbass you have ever seen in your life. Lucky for it, it seems completely invulnerable to any sort of injury. That luck does not, however, extend to you, so when the MAC accidentally sets a fire or breaks a toilet or blows up a fuse box you could very well be the one taking damage.

The MAC refuses to leave you and your companion alone. It fully expects you to all stay together as a happy family unit. The little guy is freakishly strong, and may physically hold on to the two of you in order to keep you around. He sure loves to hold hands. It must bring him comfort. Or maybe he’s just exchanging long strings of complex proteins for sustenance with you. Either or.

The only way to get rid of the MAC is to find its real parents.

Notes:
1. Maybe you find the parents right away. Maybe it takes days. Weeks. The whole month. You poor bastard.

2. How you treat the MAC will affect the colour of your ScryWatch. So, yes, if you punt it into the sun you probably won’t be rewarded.

Houston, we have a banging playlist!

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"No, I don't know that," Kyle retorts. "I mean, for all I know you post butt pics on there in secret." He reaches over to reel Quentin in for another kiss.

"So we'll do what they said: Kyle reacts. You show me what you put on there. Then maybe we answer some questions. You'll make a bunch of quick cash from aliens we're never gonna actually SEE."

He bites Quentin's lower lip very gently.

"Plus... you like a little exhibitionism."

"You have to know that!" he shoves Kyle a little and immediately reels him back in by his shirt. "Because I wouldn't, like, showing the universe my butthole without making sure my boyfriend was cool with it. You know that right?" he insists in defence of everything Kyle's about to see and his own worth as a partner.

"I know!" he whines against Kyle's lips. It's almost a whimper really, but it's trying it's best at defiant. "I know how to— and I know what I like!"

His cheeks burn red. "I'm not scared to do whatever on camera. I've done reality shows before! I just... I can't believe you're into it, frankly." Still perched on his knees he pets Kyle's hair back and kisses him again. Pushing his tongue into Kyle's mouth with all the grace of a drunken twenty-something dude.

"You're not going to freak out about it when the S'mores wear off, right?"

Kyle cackles. "I know you wouldn't show your butthole," he says. "Maybe the cheeks. Some cute shirtless shots."

He licks his way back into Quentin's mouth. "I know that you know."

He tips his head back as Quentin pets his hair. "I think it was the gargle thing," he says. "But no. No regrets. I just wanna... I wanna be fun. We won't do anything too crazy."

"Good! You better!" It makes absolutely no sense that he enjoys the idea of exhibitionism as much as he does while simultaneously hating the idea that Kyle might think he strips for the camera in his spare time. Quentin realizes this. It's a complicated confluence of power and vulnerability that is harder to sort out in action than in the over-active recesses of his mind. "Ok. Yes. There are definitely shirtless shots," he admits. "We went tanning on the holodeck. People really like my swimwear choices," he admits.

He hums appreciatively around the tongue in his mouth. "You are fun. You're the funnest. I don't hang out with people who aren't fun," he babbles between increasingly heated kisses.

"You're right you know. We're never gonna meet any of my followers. They could be literal dimensions away." His heart hammers in his chest at the thought.

Kyle nods. "I knew it," he says smugly. "Yeah, your swimwear is... it's certainly something. Small, mostly. Those horny degenerates." Although he is trying to sound amused, there's something very possessive in his manner, like he might punch anyone who ogled a little too much.

"Mmm," is the only reply he can muster.

"Yeah, exactly. So. It's okay. It's safe." A pretty revealing sentiment - Kyle doesn't mind a little playing into his boyfriends kinks (and a little ego stroking of his own) but there had better be distance involved.

"So. Let's do it. But you might want to calm down a little, tiger."

"It's a good look on me!" he insists. "One of like... very few perks of being a skinny guy." Kyle's possessiveness doesn't go unnoticed. For one, it's the basis for Quentin surprise about Kyle's willing to participate in this. For another, Quentin loves attention just a little bit more than he loves himself, which means actively trying not to question just what it is people are looking at when he's trying to enjoy being looked at. Kyle's possessive tendencies do wonders to help ensure those two schools of thought never meet.

"Totally safe," he nods eagerly.

"I'm calm! I'm calm," it's not a lie so much as demand he's making of himself aloud. "Wait, no. Wait. We need some like...stuff. Here? On the couch? Or. We should decide about— I mean if this goes places... you want top or do you even— we should have like a safe word. You know? Incase you wanna shut it down or something." The stream of consciousness babbling and his wide-eyed expression offer a pretty honest glimpse into the constant busyness of Quentin's head.

"I think you look gorgeous," Kyle says honestly. "Not denying that. Just... I know what they're thinking, looking at you in your little briefs." Of this he's completely convinced.

Planning things means acknowledging that there is a chance of filming something on intergalactic livestream that his mother would be appalled at. (Maybe. Considering the elder Broflovski's sex life, maybe not.) Kyle isn't quite so drunk that he doesn't understand the possible situation he's getting into.

But. Quentin looks so HAPPY. And it's kinda hot.

So he'll plan.

"Let's move to the bed," Kyle says decisively. "Bring the Gargle Blaster. Leave the Scumble. You'll show me your stuff, then we'll play twenty-questions with your audience. Our safe word is 'Streisand.'"

"Oh, you know huh?" he smirks. "Tell me later about your burgeoning telepathy." Despite his sarcasm he eats up Kyle's flattery without question.

It's a hasty plan at best, but it's not so much the details of it Quentin wants as it is the proof that Kyle knows full well where this could go, and if it does it was a joint decision that got them there.

He bounds to his feet to drag them across their opulent room. With a thought the lights dim hot pink. Their drinks clatter into place on a bed tray. Quentin is stripped of all but a pair of boxers with pink hearts on them and a silk dressing robe. Always on brand.

He flings himself into bed with a bounce, his camera phone hovering at the ready. "Good? I'm good. Let me know if you're good."

"I know, because it's what I think, too."

Any lingering objections Kyle might still be harboring are destroyed by Quentin's enthusiasm. He grins as he gets up and follows him to their massive bed.

Kyle hesitates, studying Quentin with a sort of tipsy intensity. "Just a second," he says. He strips and then pulls on a pair of plaid lounge pants, knowing that they're far from sexy but that they're extremely comfortable. He crawls up onto the bed beside Quentin.

"Okay. I'm good. Let's overshare."

"Heh. I thought they kind of embarrassed you."

Pouring them both a fresh drink he looks up from that task to watch Kyle change. "UNF," he groans. His head lolling back as he feigns some kind of suffered delight at the sight of his boyfriend in his PJs. "God. You and your adorably butch fashion choices. I hate you," he mutters, the way he so often does when I hate you actually means the exactly opposite.

"Wait..." he tousles his own hair a little and leaves his glasses on the end table. "Annnnd we're back." The moment the feed goes lives again the audience starts pouring in like they've been waiting on bated breath for this. The arrival messages spam the channel for some time.

"I was just about to do this Gargle Blaster thing while Kyle here goes through my "18+ content to find something he'd like to get into— what's it's gonna be, babe?"

"Your bathing suits? No. No, I love them."

Kyle smiles sweetly as he gets comfortable. "I hate you, too," he replies. He watches with amusement as Quentin makes sure he looks only artistically disheveled.

He ignores the chat for the moment, choosing instead to look through Quentin's content on the room's tablet.

"You took pictures of yourself in the bathtub?" he asks, turning the tablet to show the feed and smiling. "Q, you're adorable."

He hums as he flicks through more selfish. "Okay, well. You guys in the chat, you can ask us for advice or something." He lingers on a photograph of Quentin half dressed, clearly taken by it.

omg sex advice column
I don't need advice I wanna watch them make out!!!
how do you meet someone?
Dumbass, there are apps!
How do you prepare for first time buttsex?

There's not just an aesthetic reason for his fussy little scene setting choices. He's errs towards manipulative by nature and as such, he's fluent in the nuances of media like this.

does Q look a little messy?
his hair.
that took for ever and he comes back with sex hair. 🧐
did we miss the best part?
i bet we get behind the scenes pics on the 18+ feed later. PPV

"People care about my skincare routine," he says in his defence. Quentin stretches out with his legs crossed at the ankles. "You heard the man," he says jutting his thumb towards Kyle as he looks into the camera and sips his gargle blaster. "Oof. Ahem. While this guy is getting caught up with my adult content, throw you questies in the chat." He squints at the feed as they come in.

"Prepping for first time buttsex? Lube, lube and more lube," he shrugs a little. "I can't remember who topped first... but I wasn't Kyle's first first was I?" his psionics form a little pink heart emoji that breaks in half and dissolves. "JK. Virgin-busting isn't on my bucket list. It's a bonus when someone's not flying blind."

Kyle of course wouldn't even think of such things. He's never been particularly deft at subtle manipulation - mostly he just appeals to people's better nature and hopes for the best.

"Your skincare routine doesn't require bubbles and champagne," Kyle points out. "That was clearly a deliberate choice."

"You were not my first, no," Kyle says as he keeps looking at Quentin's pictures. It's fascinating to see what he's chosen to share with the world. "That dubious honour goes to a Tinder date named Ryan. Q's advice is good. I'd add go slow. Don't be drunk. Uhm... it's the butt, don't like, expect to be like... sometimes butt type things occur."

He turns the tablet to show Quentin a picture of himself. "Look at this, this is one hundred percent a thirst trap!"

"You overlook the impact of spoiling one's self on stress levels and their subsequent skin effects," he declares. "Champagne and bubbles is one hundred percent a factor of my skincare regimen."

"Ryyyyyan, if you're watching. You're forgettable. Consider yourself forgotten," he groans absentmindedly as he peers at the tablet over Kyle's shoulder.

His smile turns guilty when Kyle accuses him, "I mean, yeah. Have you met me? I'm horny on main, babe."

The chat explodes with demands to see the picture so Quentin links it. Those already subscribed titter about it while others lament the paywall.

"Question 2: Was Kyle my first? For butt stuff, yes. He's amazing. Question 3: How much power play is going on in our bedroom? Hmmm — they mean like. How often is telepathy, TK, psionics a part of it. What's the break down there? like 50/50? 60/40? Something else? I've not been counting."

Kyle just snorts. It's a lucky thing if he remembers to use moisturizer.

"He was fine," he says absently. "I'm sure I was terrible so I doubt he wants to remember it either."

Kyle cackles and pulls Quentin in for a kiss. "You are," he agrees. "Not complaining."

He finally turns his attention to the chat. "Oh, jeez. Hm. Okay, TK not that much, really? Like some, but that requires a lot of focus so it's a bit, uh. Unsustainable."

Ginger BF saying he makes an omega level mutant lose focus?! Bold assertion.
that's fucking cute
daaamn.
I don't believe it.

"Telepathy is like... a lot. Like a LOT, Q, if we count that like... emotion link thing you do. So it's not words really, but... yeah. That's like 80/20, dude."

why fuck a human?
amazing that ginger bf doesn't have his brains leaking out his ears by now.
are we SURE Kyle is human?

"FORGETTABLE," he insists.

"Yep, yep," he nods along with Kyle's assessment of things. "TK takes a little concentration. Telepathy though.. hmmm once that connection is established it doesn't take so much to keep it going. It's like an electric circuit. The current sort of pulls it closer together anyway. Psionics— same with TK. It's harder to concentrate on exterior things when you're balls deep." He glanced at the camera over the top of his glasses. "Believe it."

Smiling at Kyle and how easily he takes to this, Quentin rakes his fingers through the short hair down the back of his neck. "Honestly, I'm not fully convinced he's human, but if he is, he's a weird one."

who tops more?
yes.
ya who tops.

"You know what? There's a poll in the chat. You tell me. Guess correctly and you'll get a free month sub to the dirty feed," he smirks.

He gets more flippant by the minute as that gargle blaster goes to his head. "Kyle, they want to know your favourite pic on the feed. Top 3 them for us or something," he says shuffling close enough to rest his chin on Kyle's shoulder as he scrolls through that feed. It's comfortable and close and the perfect place to put him self to nibble his boyfriend's neck when he feels like it.

"Forgettable," Kyle says.

He rolls his eyes. "Oh my god, you're so vulgar!" Like he himself isn't. "Balls deep, Jesus, Quentin."

He shivers visibly at the fingers on his neck. "I am definitely human," he assures.

He rolls his eyes again, this time at the chat. "Oh my god, you're obsessed. Like that's the most scandalous thing imaginable."

that means it's kid omega
No, no, I think that means it's GBF.
voting now!

Kyle nods and flips back through the photos. "Okay," he agrees. "Number three... this one, where you're trying on the jacket? You look very handsome."

Ugh, he sounds like his mother. Kyle wrinkles his nose at himself.

"Two... this one, this fucking 'look at my prt little ass' thirst trap bullshit. You look so fucking SMUG. This is your default expression: smug." He sounds both irritated and affectionate.

"Number one... Okay. You must have used TK to get it." The photograph in question is a down shot of Quentin on his huge hotel bed, clearly not wearing anything underneath the clinging pink sheet. His expression is a little sleepy, a little soft. "Like this is... I'd jerk off to this one."

He lifts a hand to sort of half-hug Quentin's head for a moment.

"What!?" he holds up his open hands innocently. "Kyle! It's the NSFW feed. Vulgarity is the whole point it's what they're here for!" he gestures a gangling arm towards the camera.

"I'm actually not sure what the answer is, so we might leave them hanging on that one unless you've been keeping track," he snickers. Whispering the words against Kyle's ear until the chat complains about not be able to hear their secrets.

"Handsome?" he laughs. Of course Kyle would say something so sweetly PG about his sexy pics repository. "Really reaching for that hard R on this content, huh?" Ironically, he's looking smug when Kyle accuses him of looking smug.

"Ooo, pink sheets. OK story time!" he beams draping his arms around Kyle's neck as he points at that picture over his shoulder. "That one— which you can all see yourself if you're subbed. Is actually a living recreation of your dreams Kyle Broflovski," he smirks. "So it makes sense that you'd be into it."

changing my vote.
what does that mean? is that a TK thing?
~~top~~ ~~bottom~~ brat.
^^^ this is the one.
Question: who's horny more often?
who's louder?

"You don't know that! Maybe they want you to be more euphemistic!" He knows that's bullshit and it shows in the way he can't quite keep a straight face.

He snickers. "No, I don't keep track." He turns his head to steal a kiss. "You might top by a narrow margin," he murmurs. "But I can't be sure. I think we're very fair in our ass distribution."

Kyle smacks Quentin gently on the chest. "You fucking dick," he says, smiling. His expression turns surprised as Quentin goes on. His cheeks go bright pink.

"Oh," he says. "That's. I mean. Were you ever gonna SHOW me that picture?" he demands, still blushing. "Jesus. Well. It's the best one. For your expression, not your dick outline."

He turns his head again for anther kiss before he looks at the chat.

"Oh, Quentin," he says at once. "He's even horny in the least appropriate situations. I'm talking 'we nearly died but Kyle can I get a handjob?'"

"This is why I run the streams," he snorts, just looking for reasons to continue to antagonize so long as it keeps winning him playful violence in retaliation. He smiles and holds that hand against his chest a moment.

"Same," grinning against Kyle's ear he nibbles gently at the edge of it. "Sometimes I just wanna squeeze work your butt like a stress ball and sometimes I wanna bite a pillow while you wreck me," he shrugs innocently.

"Yeaahhh, I actually wasn't done with it. I thought I could do better. It was just a first attempt, but you didn't dream about it again so I didn't have another chance to get a good look at the source material." He shrugs a little but it's not so flippant a gesture as it is bashful— suddenly realizing maybe that is the sort of thing he should have shared with Kyle before a crowd. Even if they didn't know what they were looking at.

what else does Kyle dream about?
weirdest place you've had sex?
poll has Q in the lead for bottom.
GBF IS low key butch.
near-death-sexperience? need that story pls.

"Wait— when did I do that!?" he asks like he's already decided he's been accused without evidence.

"Yeah, that's why." Kyle's blunt fingernails scrape over the skin of Quentin's chest experimentally.

Kyle cackles again, face flushed. "Same," he whispers back. "I just like being with you."

Stream forgotten for the moment, Kyle turns in Quentin's grip so he can loop his arms around him and haul him in for a proper kiss. "Shut the fuck up," he says in a tone of infinite tenderness. "It's beautiful. YOU'RE beautiful." Kyle kisses him again, only letting go once he's certain he's communicated how much he means it.

Kyle shrugs. "You do it all the TIME! We're always almost dying and then like twenty minutes later you're fine and good to go! You even described yourself as horny on main, you can NOT be mad about it."

A pause.

"But I'm louder."

He peers at the chat. "Oh, uhm. I don't think my dreams are very exciting, sorry. Weirdest, hm... I mean, I guess the Crate and Barrel in the mall? Is that weird? The sleeping pods here were weird to me, but probably not you, Q."

they're so cute I might puke.
they definitely have weird sex they're just ot sharing.
would u have a 3some?!?

Quentin's stupid grin overlaps his bottom lip when Kyle scratches at him softly. All it takes is Kyle looking at him like that to make him ignore the camera. He melts into that kiss without a second thought for their audience.

"I'm not saying it's baaddd!" he comes up whining quietly. "I like it! I liked it when I saw in your pretty little red head. That's why it stuck with me and made me want to make it for you IRL."

"True," he says kissing Kyle's shoulder. "He is louder. It's the best. Nothing strokes my ego like listening to you moaning into the pillows. It's hard to gauge weird around here though. In a carnie caravan? Space station pod hotel? We've never like... picked a placed based on the place you know? Just whatever's convenient."

maybe they're embarrassingly vanilla
OTP
you can't be vanilla AND have psionic sex.
DO IT ON THE HOLODECK

"A threesome?" he twists his mouth up thoughtfully and looks at Kyle. "I can't think of who. We've kind of fucking mastered psychic sex so I'm like not dying to teach someone else what we're basically pros at. But I dunno. If you came to me like 'I want a threesome with Stan' or something I wouldn't nope right out of it. Honestly, there's very, very little you could ask for that I wouldn't at least try to entertain, babe. Make me your little sex guinea pig. I'm here for it."

"I'm touched that you did that," Kyle says honestly. "It's an incredibly sexy picture." He elects not to point out that Quentin really might never have shared it.

Pink in the cheeks, Kyle steals a sip of the Gargle Blaster. "You mean you smothering me with a pillow," he jokes with a dopey smile. "Yeah, sorry guys, we just kinda use what's available."

The face that Kyle makes at the suggestion of a threesome with his best friend is so horrified that it sets off a flurry of amused reactions in the chat.

i don't think gbf likes 2 share.
OMG his faaaace
who tf is stan?
But imagine being the meat in their sandwich

"NO," Kyle says. "Absolutely not. There is just... so much wrong with that suggestion."

"What? I would never try to a put a lid on your vocal tendencies," he assures, nibbling Kyle's neck as he borrows that drink. "It's literally a badge of honour, not to mention it goes right to my dick. Every time."

Quentin snorts a little laugh and pecks Kyle on the cheek despite his scandalized expression.

"Ok, ok, well whoever. The offer stands. I'm not inherently against the idea, but it's not something I need. Maybe if we meet someone really cool sometime. And let me be clear– whoever it may be. I get to fuck you," he says.

"What could be fun though is like, finding someone to just totally torment you with. Like someone to go down on you while I'm in your butt. Oh! What if it's me! We could live that mentally. Or on the holodeck."

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The nibbling makes Kyle squirm a little. "It can be a little embarrassing. Not for you, obviously. For me."

He scowls. "I don't think I could do it. I don't really find strangers like... I don't generally want to sleep with them. And fucking our friends seems weird." His eyebrows lift. "Wait, what, why?"

He hums. "I dunno. Didn't you date a quintuplet? This feels like it'd be like that but weirder. I dunno."

Ginger is vanilla.
quire has the best ideas <3
Do it and film it!

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