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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.
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.
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.
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.
Houston, we have a banging playlist!
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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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?
topbottombrat.^^^ this is the one.
Question: who's horny more often?
who's louder?
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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?'"
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"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.
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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?!?
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"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."
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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."
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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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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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"Why what?" he asks draping himself over Kyle's shoulder when they talk. His fingers keep busy by playing connect the dots with the freckles on Kyle's upper arms."Why do I get to fuck you if we have a threesome? I dunno. Because I like the idea of just completely overwhelming you with pleasure but I'm not as keen on finding out if someone's a better lay than I am," he admits a little sheepishly.
ginger vanilla. best that tastes good though.
he IS human. don't forget.
ooo sounds like Q is a LITTLE possessive too.
how much do we have to pay for streaming holosex?
did i miss the quintuplets?
"I dunno how it might work in the holodeck, but in your head— I don't think it would be all that different from the sensation sharing we've done. You know when it's suddenly like— whoa I can feel you feeling me feeling you feeling me? Probably a lot of that."
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"Yeah, that," he says before he somehow finds a way to snuggle even closer. He smiles sweetly at the answer. "Nobody's a better lay," he promises. "You understand me. You know what I like. And you've got a really nice dick."
I dunno, I've heard stories about humans...
this is too sappy. i wanted nasty!
wanna see that D!
I LOVE YOU KID OMEGA
"Yeah, except I'd see two of you? I dunno. I'll have to think on that one." He turns his head to try and steal a kiss. "Which isn't a no. Just a... let me recalibrate my weirdness meter."
that's a maybe!
tell us your kinks
We're serious about paying for holosex.
Kyle goes for another kiss, soft but not particularly careful because he's drunk.
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When Kyle gets sweet with him he doesn't have to read the chat to know what it's about. He just doesn't care. "Hell yes," he winds himself around Kyle to kiss him. Plastering himself shamelessly against his boyfriend in the process. His troublemaking smile beaming. "I know exactly how to get you from here to ahegao in minutes. And he's right, my faithful degenerates— it's a meticulously crafted dick. Maybe you'll see it some day."
tease.
crafted?
KINKS KINKS KINKS
poll is closing! Q Bottom 72%, K Top 28%
"Yeah! Think about it. You could make out with me and sit on my lap. Or I could suck you off while I'm in your butt. Could get wild," he smiles like his mind is humming with possibilities and such exuberance comes through in that kiss. "How can I take more Kyle at once. That's the challenge I'm blue-sky imagineering here," he smirks against his boyfriends lips and chases Kyle's tongue into his mouth with his own.
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"I'm sure your dick was fine before you went all mad scientist on it," Kyle says. "But I can't deny the results are lovely. Dude, how many people do you tell you had like, a list of tweaks to your genes? Like is it common knowledge on Krakoa?"
He nuzzles Quentin's neck before flicking a glance at the chat.
"Telepathic sex isn't kinky enough for you guys? Jeez. Or whatever this little maniac is 'imagineering'?" He tsks and resumes making out with Quentin like it's his last chance. He only pulls his mouth away so he can nip at his pulse.
"Why two of you? We could holodeck two of me."
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"Yeah, it was fine. But now it's perfect," his eyebrows waggle suggestively. The chat pings a little more than usual and he can guess why. "I meaaaan, I don't wear it on a shirt. But my all resurrection requests are officially logged. It's public knowledge if you wanted to go looking. So like. People know," he shrugs, as far as he's concerned there's no shame in self improvement.
Settled in Kyle's lap he hugs his boyfriend against him when he mouths at his neck, leaning back a little to give Kyle anything else he wants to kiss. "I told you they're depraved— also 72%? How am I giving such bottom vibes?"
Kyle's question lights up his face. He straddles Kyle's lap and looms over him until he has to tip his head back to follow Quentin in that rather demanding kiss. "Mmm two of you? Babe. That is. Absolutely. On the table. Are you kidding me? Kyle v. Kyle v. Q? UNF. You can spitroast me, babe! Sign me the hell up!"
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"You're so confident," Kyle sighs. His hands slip under Quentin's robe to map his back. "It's hot."
Kyle snickers against Quentin's collarbone. "Are you seriously asking that question? It's because you're a complete and total brat. Also I bet some of them think it's because I'm taller." Kyle looks at the feed, expression smug. "Well, you're wrong. We're pretty even but I think Q tops more by a fraction. So there." He hugs Quentin, possessive. "He's wonderful at both. And he's all mine, so suck it."
His attention is pulled away by how maniacally delighted his boyfriend looks. Oh dear. Not that Kyle is going to stop kissing back.
"What if I get jealous of fake me?"
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He hyuks a stupid laugh and devours Kyle's mouth again. Most people would say arrogant, but Kyle clearly sees something else in him. Sometimes he's not sure what that something is, but it always feels flattering. Especially when that attention comes unfettered even in front of an audience. "I'll teach you the trick to it sometime," he smirks.
"Taller!? Ugh. What's that got to do with anything! I've got leadership qualities! I mean... you do too, but like. In a real, leading-by-example sort of way. Until you need to lay down the law. Then get all aggro and it's suuuuuper hot," he says running his hands over Kyle's bare shoulders. Even as he waxes philosophical about their inherent differences in personality, very quickly does Quentin forget the point of what he was talking about and winds up just fawning over his boyfriend and all his lovely qualities.
I VOTE SPITROAST
this is the content i'm here for.
I don't believe he tops more.
i do. he clearly tops constantly. even when he's getting railed.
LOL this^^
He drags Kyle's bottom lip slowly between his teeth, salving that soft skin with his tongue a little as he thinks about that.
"I dunno, I mean. You could shut it off whenever." Settling his weight into Kyle's lap he squirms against the man's lounge pants a little. "Or you could beat him up when you're done with me," he snickers. "I was gonna say that'd be hot but if he looked like you I'd also be like Aw, my favourite handsome ginger face.
CW: even MORE nsfw from here on down
"Oh yeah?" Kyle says softly. That stupid laugh of Quentin's never fails to warm his heart. He lifts a hand to pet his hair back.
"It's a stereotype," he soothes. "Same thing happened with two guys back in my hometown. Although in their case I'm pretty sure it was mostly true... anyway." He smiles a little, kissing Quentin's forehead.
power bottom all the way.
i dunno, 'aggro'? gbf might have some surprises.
Brat Tamer LOL
"Hmmmm," Kyle hums. He settles his hands on Quentin's hips and pulls him down a little. His cock hardens in his pants, definitely noticeable to the man in his lap.
"Still thinking about it," he murmurs before pulling Quentin in for another kiss.
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There's a look that flickers across his face in the fleeting moment when he realizes he let that laugh out on a livestream. He's a far cry from mortified but it's certainly something he does his best to keep a lid on and for now he's just thankful no one in the chat cared enough to notice.
"Tall dudes get all the credit..." he mutters. Kyle's cock jabbing him in the butt and the bare chest under his hands is enough to distract him from being more chronically offended about the audience's opinion. He plucks tentatively at the strings around the waist of Kyle's lounge pants.
"Mmmm, well. You think about it for next time. Because I'm not walking all the way to holodeck with a hardon today. Luckily, one of you is enough to wreck me right here anyway."
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Kyle is no telepath, but by this point he's attuned to Quentin's microexpressions, to the tells that give away his emotions. He smooths his hair back again, radiating love and safety.
"It's silly. But let them miss out on the short kings - means I get to have you all to myself as my very favourite top."
Kyle nods, mouth latching onto Quentin's neck again. "Good. I don't wanna get out of bed." He kisses his way up to Quentin's mouth, tongue lewdly demanding entry. His hands slip around and lower to cup the top of Quentin's asscheeks.
"You should turn on that pay-per-view option or whatever," he murmurs. "I'm done answering questions."
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He beckons his phone to his hand a moment and looks into the camera as he messes with his settings.
"You heard the man. Pay up or peace out," he smirks and for all those who haven't subscribed for this, the feed blurs out even before he sets that phone back in its cradle.
"It's been a minute since we've done this without a lot of telepathy," he smiles draping his arms around Kyle's neck again to hold him right where he is when he's kissing his neck. "You want tops or tails today?"
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He experiences a moment of panic when he realises he's basically just agreed to livestream porn. Not even agreed - suggested. But then he remembers what he said earlier about them streaming to a bunch of aliens they'll never see in person. What are the odds one of their friends is tuning in? Microscopic. And it is sort of thrilling to know somebody is watching and enjoying it.
He'll probably have to unpack that later.
"Let the people decide," he murmurs, fingers trailing up over the bumps of Quentin's ribs before running gently over his chest so he can thumb his nipples.
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The momentary change in the pace and intensity of Kyle's thoughts isn't missed by Quentin, but something like fear quickly finds its footing as adrenaline instead and he runs his hands adoringly over Kyle's back. Leaning into the reassurances he can hear amongst Kyle's own thoughts and speaking without words just to promise that there's still some place of privacy to retreat to if he wants it. Just show them what you do to me. No one we'll ever know.
He stifles a laugh poorly when Kyle tickles his ribs. "Oh you're a pro now huh?" he smarts off. At least until Kyle's touches put a crack in a voice. "Ok, ok, choose your own fuck-venture, you pervs," he purrs as he paws softly at Kyle through his lounge pants.
"I feel like they're gonna—" before he can finish that sentiment the results come pouring in with such definitive speed that chat pings distinctly. Q bottom K top - 92% K bottom Q top - 8% "And there it is. Wow. Ok. You know what? I'm not even surprised."
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He looks at the results, then at Quentin's expression, and cackles. "Wow, your audience really wants to see you get plowed," he says. He runs his hands down over Quentin's back, smiling through the kisses he rains over his cheeks.
"It's totally because I'm taller," he teases. He slips a hand around Quentin's waist to run his fingers lightly up the outline of his dick, over and over. "You okay with that? I promise we can go in any position you like."
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"I think they're telling me to get fucked," he snorts. His smile is almost triumphant really. Like he's proud to elicit such a response in people.
It's a look that dissolves easily when Kyle touches him through his shorts. "Uh huh," he huffs softly as he recollects himself from such an incredible distraction. "I'm great with that," he promises, leaning into Kyle's hand and letting his kisses get lazier every time he goes back for another. "Mess me up, you gorgeous ginger jock."
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