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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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"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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He's aware that the chat is pinging but he doesn't care anymore. He only cares about the feel of Quentin's tongue in his mouth, the hard heat of him in his hand. Kyle rocks up as best he can, seeking friction. It's very quickly not enough, and he takes his hand away from Quentin before he leans forward, encouraging Quentin to get off of his lap and fall back.
"Get undressed for me." He glances at the feed. "...and I guess them."
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He harumphs a little when the touching stops, but drops back just as he's invited to. "For you," he agrees, lifting his hips and shimmying out of his silky shorts and reaching for Kyle again immediately. "They're just along for the ride."
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He sits back to pull his lounge pants off, folding them hurriedly and setting them aside. Kyle's cheeks burn as he moves to press himself against Quentin, aware of the pings in the chat that no doubt signify strangers judging his naked body. He doesn't look at what is being said, focusing instead on Quentin's skin and scent and taste. Kyle kisses him deeply, hands gripping his shoulders. He breaks the kiss only to start mouthing his way lower.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs softly. "Just relax, okay?" He trails kisses over Quentin's belly, biting lightly at one hip as he takes Quentin's cock in one hand and strokes a few times before moving to take it in his mouth.
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He wraps himself around Kyle shamelessly. Burying his fingers in his bright red hair to devour as much of that kiss as he possibly can.
"No, you are," he smirks obnoxiously. His fingers don't leave his boyfriend's hair no matter how low Kyle goes. He pushes himself up on his boney elbows to watch every nip and kiss. Each one putting another little pained or pleasured expression on Quentin's face.
"Ahh," he gasps and tries not to press his hips up too urgently. "Ok, ok, but like... be careful. I mean. Not careful. Just. You're really good at blow jobs so like, try not to end me instantly huh?"
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"No, you," Kyle snaps back, trying not to grin and failing.
He pulls his mouth off of Quentin to listen to him with wide eyes. He nods, then slowly licks Quentin's cock from base to tip while maintaining eye contact. Then he ruins it by giggling.
"You wanted me to wreck you," he reminds him. "TK me over some lube, genius." When he dies so, Kyle shifts so he can get the little bottle open, spreading lubricant generously over his fingers. One hand he uses to resume stroking the shaft of Quentin's cock while he takes the head back in his mouth, tonguing it. He presses his other fingers gently behind his balls, moving further back to push gently inside of him.
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"I DO want you to wreck me! Just not in the first 30 seconds!" he whines and stuffs a pillow under his neck to go on watching without putting in any effort.
"Let me just enjoy how good you are to me for a minute," he says, carding his fingers through Kyle's hair again. He fascinates over the way those curls wrap around his fingers.
The cool touch of the lube sends a little shock of goosebumps across Quentin's skin and leaves him mewling when Kyle works him open around his fingers. He lifts his hips a touch and looks a little slack-jawed where he lays. Unconsciously mirroring the movements he watches on Kyle's mouth around his cock. "Oh my God, you look so crazy good, Kyle. So filthy. You're so good at that."
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"Thank you," he says in that prim little tone that he seems to reserve solely for moments like this. He lets go of Quentin's dick, gesturing at the pillows.
"Pass me one so I can put it under you," he says, smiling. "Unless you want me to flip you over."
The chat explodes again, but Kyle resolutely ignores it. The pinging noises are a rush, though.
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Cheeks deeply flushed he pushes himself up right and grins at the offer, catching his bottom lip under his teeth. "Do it," he smiles a guilty smile and positively titters a little. "Fuck me like the big, tall top everyone takes you for."
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"If that's what you want, that's what you get," Kyle murmurs against Quentin's neck. "I love you, Q. So fucking much."
He moves again, flipping his boyfriend with the ease of someone used to roughhousing. He laugh as he runs his hands down Quentin's back, grabbing handfuls of his ass and squeezing.
"Okay, up on your knees."
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"I love you too," he whispers against Kyle's ear, likely too low to be heard through the stream. "I'm gonna watch this feed back and send you dirty screengrabs forever."
The little yelp he lets slip out when Kyle turns him and another when he's grabbed, but both dissolve quickly into a laugh that sounds delighted by their own mischief. Red faced and grinning through his own mild embarrassment he hides his expression against the pillows as he shuffles his knees beneath him to lift up his ass.
"Oh my god that goes right to my dick..." but moaned into the bed it sounds far less intelligible.
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