Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

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for fallen_cetra

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Her moan is borderline criminal. How is he supposed to think straight when she's making such stunning noises? He meets her gaze and it's probably a mistake, both of them panting softly, eyes hooded and full of desire.

He has to clear his throat before speaking.] It would have been preferable, yes. I assure you, mademoiselle, this is far from how I would choose to go about this.

[He tilts his head slightly at her soft laughter, unsure which part of what she'd said was a joke, if anything.

He swallows thickly, feeling similarly mortified. The clothing he had been able to find isn't his usual style but it'd been workable. He doesn't know what they're called, but he's basically in track pants. They're thin and his own body's reaction is becoming much more visible and obvious, the bulge in his pants quite substantial.]

We may be trapped here unless we... comply. These ropes are infused with magic and have fairly obvious intentions.

fo silverviolence

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So far, Neuvillette's expression has remained steadfastly neutral but her claim has him raise an eyebrow ever so slightly.

"Two dragons? And they allow you to ride them?" He repeats, more for himself than for any clarification, "The dragons where I'm from are not so plentiful... nor so tame."

Indeed, they're more like gods than just another creature that exists in the world.

He looks at her a moment at her question, pale pupils seeming to look through her as he considers how much to tell her. In the end, he sees no reason for secrecy here, not that he's all that secretive back in Fontaine.

"I am also a dragon," He admits flatly, "Albeit in a human body. A predominantly human body."

for tangyuan

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Neuvillette is, indeed, very familiar with making polite conversation. He'd generally been saved from having to be overly personable during official functions because Furina enjoyed loud theatrics, but he'd nonetheless be required to make small talk.]

Ming Yi. It's a pleasure. [His response is almost mechanical.

He's a little surprised the man offers him some of his tea, but pleased regardless.] Thank you.

I am no expert on teas either. [He raises the cup delicately and takes a small sip.] Some kind of black tea, I believe. [It's strong but not unenjoyable and certainly preferable to the wine.]

for divineforesight

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[Neuvillette feels his pulse begin to race as the man crouches and slips under the table with seeming grace and ease. The feeling of excitement and anticipation is still relatively novel to him. Shifting the tablecloth every so slightly, he's able to see through a small crack, slipping a hand under the table to brush Jing Yuan's hair back from his face, eager to see it as the man settles closer.

He shifts, slumping in his seat far more than he ever would so that he can spread his legs to give the man ample room, sighing softly at the light touches to his calf and knee.]

Very. Please, don't stop.

for crestsidestory

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He eases the door closed until clicks shut quietly. He's not accustomed to sneaking around but drawing as little attention to them and what they're doing makes the most sense. Though, honestly, with this location on the wheel, he's surprised they're alone.

He considers her question, expression unchanged.

"You're welcome to... 'help' if you wish. I should warn you, my anatomy differs somewhat from that of a human," He warns, "So if you do not wish to touch me, it would be understandable.

Would you prefer to begin with a kiss? Or would you prefer if we simply perform the required tasks?"

Honestly, he offers it, but he's uncertain how possible completing his own task will be without some kind of build up and mutual desire. So far, he's found it quite easy to 'get in the mood' as it were with ample touching and kissing.