All Cassidy had done was go outside on his own. Not into the Wilds — not even anywhere near them. But the pollen was at its height, and nobody had warned him that even stepping outside the castle walls was no longer safe. By the time he was safely in his own room, he couldn't even make himself stumble to the bed. He simply collapsed back against the closed door, sank to the floor, and unzipped his jeans to jerk himself off.
But that only worked for a moment. Seconds after he'd worked himself to completion he was turned on all over again, just as much as before.
He needed someone. Now. Yet his first instinct was to avoid reaching out to any of his usual partners. In this state, Cassidy didn't trust himself to keep his cool, should he find them entangled with somebody else.
So he opened his tome, and called — using only the audio function — the first person he could think of that he'd given a standing I.O.U.
"He Ming — it's Cassidy. Are 'ya still lookin' for some help, there, boyo? Because I could some myself, right now."
He Ming can be oblivious, foolhardy, and more than a little foolish in general, and yet somehow he hasn't gone far from the castle for some time. Even though the effects of the pollen seep through the stones of the building, he remains inside, occasionally wandering to find a companion and satisfying himself that way. His first experience with sex pollen had been... fun, in many ways. But the party had been quite a bit of excitement and he needs a while to relax.
By the time the call comes, he's ready to do something exciting again. He answers right away with a video message from where he's lying on his stomach on his bed, tome propped in front of him on a pillow. He's still clothed—technically—in a robe he'd put on after the bath.
"Hi!" He Ming throws in a wave, here, even if it's not necessary. "I am! And I am available to help too. Should I come over?"
Simple as that. He Ming has to admit, not having to worry about image or anything like that is great.
“Winter Wing. I'll put a sock over the doorknob. Please hurry, mate."
Considering the conversation done there, Cassidy moves to do just as he said, to make sure He Ming knows which door is his. On the way, he notices some strange bits of fluff on his shirt — is that pollen on his clothes? Bollocks.
When He Ming arrives, he’ll find the door unlocked, with an invitation to open it if he knocks. Cassidy is on the bed, shirtless, the fly of his jeans wide open and his erection exposed to the air while he strokes it softly with his fingertips, as if it was a nervous animal. There’s an open prescription bottle on the bedside table, a few white pills dotting the dark wood.
Cassidy lifts his eyes, half-lidded, to look at He Ming across the room.
A sock, wow. Just like college in the movies. He Ming shuts the tome with another wave, sets it aside, and hops to his feet. He's only going to be walking inside. Should he change..? Probably.
He Ming rushes himself into a slightly too-loose shirt and trousers, shoves clean underwear in one pocket, and treks over to the Winter Wing. It takes a few minutes to find Cassidy's door. Of course he knocks before entering, and being polite he shuts the door behind himself. He takes in the scene quickly, though without judgment.
"Hey," He Ming says softly. With the encouragement, he's quick to cross the room and clamber on the bed up beside Cassidy. He settles on his knees next to him. Slowly he moves to touch him, bringing one hand to trail lightly down the center of his bare chest. Again the whisper in the back of He Ming's mind speaks, telling him of half-hidden uncertainties and motivations—and at the same time He Ming's very person will pull at Cassidy, offering him every little thing he could possibly desire.
He Ming, meanwhile, verbally offers: "What do you want me to do?"
As soon as He Ming's hand makes contact, Cassidy covers it with one of his own, encouraging He Ming to be less gentle. Cassidy's hungry for touch, desperate for it — it's a purely animal need, separate from any kind of sentiment or logic. That's why Cassidy didn't trust himself to ring up any of the people he already has feelings for. Who knows what emotions would do, if they came into contact with something like this?
His other hand raises to touch He Ming's face, his thumb grazing against the young man's bottom lip, before moving to curl around the side of his neck.
"Kiss me." It's more of a warning than a request, because Cassidy doesn't wait for a response — he only pulls He Ming down at the same time as he surges upward to let their mouths meet. Fuck, that feels good. By the time he breaks it off again, Cassidy's a little bit breathless.
Oh. He wants a lot more, doesn't he? He Ming flattens his palm to his chest and touches him firmly, running his hand down the center of his torso to circle low on his belly, fingers teasingly close to his cock. When he kisses him he lets his whole body arch towards him, pressing over Cassidy to better enjoy the contact before it's broken off.
Even though He Ming hasn't gone outside, maybe it's the remnants of pollen in the air or sticking to the other man's clothes. Either way, He Ming is flushed and starting to get antsy, hands gripping at Cassidy's waist and beginning to tug at his pants.
"Hm?" He licks his lips, gazing at Cassidy with blown pupils. "Maybe."
He's not supposed to. He's not even supposed to have sex while he's still employed by his management company, really, but he's gotten good at sneaking out and being very discreet. With a teasing, secretive smile, He Ming moves to straddle Cassidy's legs and leans over him, one slim hand coming to grasp his length.
Cassidy's hands reach for contact, curling under the hem of He Ming's shirt and tugging at it. No matter how soft the fabric might be, right now it chafes and prickles at his skin.
"Okay," He Ming acquiesces easily, helping Cassidy pull it off over his head. He throws it aside. For now he leaves his pants on, even though his own growing hard-on is starting to press against the front while he squirms to reposition. Bending over Cassidy's lap, he grips his cock with a firmness that speaks of familiarity
"You have to guess," he adds as he lowers his head. "If I've done this before."
He Ming is joking, mostly, but there's nothing playful about the way he takes Cassidy into his mouth and goes down on him. In seconds he's sucking him off, taking him in deep. One hand stays at the base of his cock while the other wanders to feel up his chest. Cassidy feels good in his mouth, and He Ming has always loved pleasing people.
"Rule One is no biting." Even with the way his head's swimming, the way He Ming's touch sends a ripple of heat through him, Cassidy still summons the brainpower to make smart remarks. At least, he hopes that rule ought to be obvious.
Then he feels lips and a tongue wrapping around his cock, and one more scrap of composure falls away. Cassidy scrubs a hand over his face before reaching down to tangle his fingers in He Ming's hair. It's long enough to grab and tug at, and Cassidy keeps his grip soft, not hard enough to take control. Just a bit of tactile feedback.
"That's good." He almost breathes the words as he shuts his eyes. Now that there's another warm body in the room, he can let the sensations take over.
Okay, he knows that. He Ming hums in amusement with his mouth full. As a hand weaves into his hair, he hums again with a more pleased tone. He wouldn't mind if Cassidy pulled, but he also doesn't want to have get off of him long enough to tell him that.
So instead he keeps working his cock. The part of the length he can't reach with his mouth, he strokes firmly to the base, fingers wrapped tightly around his girth. He doesn't really care if Cassidy returns the favor or not, he just wants to do this and enjoy it for what it is—giving head. He Ming flattens his tongue out against the underside as he draws back, curling the tip of it beneath the cockhead. Finally he pulls off with a wet pop.
"Good?" He Ming asks. He doesn't lift himself very far. Instead he brings both hands to his length, holding his cock in place while he licks repeatedly at the tip, grinning up at him.
More likely, he's had a bit of experience, but Cassidy can't resist the playful teasing. He twines a few strands of He Ming's hair around a finger and tugs a little harder this time, before raking his fingernails lightly over He Ming's scalp.
"They teach 'ya this in Robot Academy, do they?" Meanwhile, the teasing of He Ming's tongue while he's held still is starting to make Cassidy ache all over again. He lets his head sink back into the pillow, and his hips tense and shift in an effort to get more out of what he's being given.
He Ming feels more warm than usual, considering that he isn't actually embarrassed by giving a blowjob (or much of anything). He puts the heat he feels in his cheeks down to just being into it, and none-too-subtly moves to grind against Cassidy's leg at the drag of fingers against his head.
"I mean..." He laughs. "It's a lot of teenagers in one place. At least in the beginning, before they pick who they're going to keep." It's a process He Ming remembers well. He doesn't dwell on it long. More important right now is getting Cassidy off, and himself off. At the rise of his hips He Ming grins and willingly lowers his head again.
Just before he does, he adds, "You can fuck my mouth if you want. I'll remember how to take it really deep eventually." Then He Ming's mouth is definitively too full to speak through, since he's pushing himself to take even more than before with the same enthusiasm he attacks everything else. He tastes good. He Ming wants more.
That grind against his leg is delicious, and encourages Cassidy to scrape his nails a little more sharply against He Ming's scalp. And while he'd rather not be thinking about teenagers, precisely, the thought of all those hormones in close quarters is its own brand of titillating. As for He Ming's assertion that he was fine getting his mouth fucked, that is...
"Music to me ears." Now he has both hands in He Ming's hair, fingers tightening into fists while he rolls his hips. The pills he took before He Ming's arrival are kicking in, taking away the pain of his persistent erection and making him disinclined to making this a fast and furious experience... and yet, a combination of the pollen and He Ming's skill means that after a few slow thrusts, Cassidy can feel himself hovering close to the edge of a climax.
A low moan crawls up his throat, and he ramps up the rhythm just a touch, enough to push himself closer to that edge.
[What is a first impression, anyway? Matt sure as hell doesn't know. But after he's found a towel, dried off, and changed clothes to another identical-seeming linen number, he concludes: he did not make a great one.
An hour or so after that realization, he reaches suspiciously for the tome on his bedside table.]
[Anything Matt says will sound like yes, because the answer is yes. Instead, he considers what it might mean that people have gone home only to return here. And he'll try not to think about the diametrically opposed possibilities presented by "disappeared."]
That's good, I think.
You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but
when you got here, did they take something from you?
Hmmmmm that's funny I've only gotten things gifted to me since I got here. You can ask them to give you things every once in a while, that's how I got my cafe and stuff. But that means you have to do what they want you to do.
No, but somehow they know how much you've been getting down Which is sorrrt of creepy I guess. But yeah, the cafe! It's really nice! You should still come visit.
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But that only worked for a moment. Seconds after he'd worked himself to completion he was turned on all over again, just as much as before.
He needed someone. Now. Yet his first instinct was to avoid reaching out to any of his usual partners. In this state, Cassidy didn't trust himself to keep his cool, should he find them entangled with somebody else.
So he opened his tome, and called — using only the audio function — the first person he could think of that he'd given a standing I.O.U.
"He Ming — it's Cassidy. Are 'ya still lookin' for some help, there, boyo? Because I could some myself, right now."
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By the time the call comes, he's ready to do something exciting again. He answers right away with a video message from where he's lying on his stomach on his bed, tome propped in front of him on a pillow. He's still clothed—technically—in a robe he'd put on after the bath.
"Hi!" He Ming throws in a wave, here, even if it's not necessary. "I am! And I am available to help too. Should I come over?"
Simple as that. He Ming has to admit, not having to worry about image or anything like that is great.
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Considering the conversation done there, Cassidy moves to do just as he said, to make sure He Ming knows which door is his. On the way, he notices some strange bits of fluff on his shirt — is that pollen on his clothes? Bollocks.
When He Ming arrives, he’ll find the door unlocked, with an invitation to open it if he knocks. Cassidy is on the bed, shirtless, the fly of his jeans wide open and his erection exposed to the air while he strokes it softly with his fingertips, as if it was a nervous animal. There’s an open prescription bottle on the bedside table, a few white pills dotting the dark wood.
Cassidy lifts his eyes, half-lidded, to look at He Ming across the room.
“There’s a lad. C’mere.”
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He Ming rushes himself into a slightly too-loose shirt and trousers, shoves clean underwear in one pocket, and treks over to the Winter Wing. It takes a few minutes to find Cassidy's door. Of course he knocks before entering, and being polite he shuts the door behind himself. He takes in the scene quickly, though without judgment.
"Hey," He Ming says softly. With the encouragement, he's quick to cross the room and clamber on the bed up beside Cassidy. He settles on his knees next to him. Slowly he moves to touch him, bringing one hand to trail lightly down the center of his bare chest. Again the whisper in the back of He Ming's mind speaks, telling him of half-hidden uncertainties and motivations—and at the same time He Ming's very person will pull at Cassidy, offering him every little thing he could possibly desire.
He Ming, meanwhile, verbally offers: "What do you want me to do?"
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His other hand raises to touch He Ming's face, his thumb grazing against the young man's bottom lip, before moving to curl around the side of his neck.
"Kiss me." It's more of a warning than a request, because Cassidy doesn't wait for a response — he only pulls He Ming down at the same time as he surges upward to let their mouths meet. Fuck, that feels good. By the time he breaks it off again, Cassidy's a little bit breathless.
"Have y'ever sucked a fella off, He Ming?"
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Even though He Ming hasn't gone outside, maybe it's the remnants of pollen in the air or sticking to the other man's clothes. Either way, He Ming is flushed and starting to get antsy, hands gripping at Cassidy's waist and beginning to tug at his pants.
"Hm?" He licks his lips, gazing at Cassidy with blown pupils. "Maybe."
He's not supposed to. He's not even supposed to have sex while he's still employed by his management company, really, but he's gotten good at sneaking out and being very discreet. With a teasing, secretive smile, He Ming moves to straddle Cassidy's legs and leans over him, one slim hand coming to grasp his length.
"Wanna find out?"
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Cassidy's hands reach for contact, curling under the hem of He Ming's shirt and tugging at it. No matter how soft the fabric might be, right now it chafes and prickles at his skin.
"But let's get this shirt off first."
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"You have to guess," he adds as he lowers his head. "If I've done this before."
He Ming is joking, mostly, but there's nothing playful about the way he takes Cassidy into his mouth and goes down on him. In seconds he's sucking him off, taking him in deep. One hand stays at the base of his cock while the other wanders to feel up his chest. Cassidy feels good in his mouth, and He Ming has always loved pleasing people.
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Then he feels lips and a tongue wrapping around his cock, and one more scrap of composure falls away. Cassidy scrubs a hand over his face before reaching down to tangle his fingers in He Ming's hair. It's long enough to grab and tug at, and Cassidy keeps his grip soft, not hard enough to take control. Just a bit of tactile feedback.
"That's good." He almost breathes the words as he shuts his eyes. Now that there's another warm body in the room, he can let the sensations take over.
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So instead he keeps working his cock. The part of the length he can't reach with his mouth, he strokes firmly to the base, fingers wrapped tightly around his girth. He doesn't really care if Cassidy returns the favor or not, he just wants to do this and enjoy it for what it is—giving head. He Ming flattens his tongue out against the underside as he draws back, curling the tip of it beneath the cockhead. Finally he pulls off with a wet pop.
"Good?" He Ming asks. He doesn't lift himself very far. Instead he brings both hands to his length, holding his cock in place while he licks repeatedly at the tip, grinning up at him.
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More likely, he's had a bit of experience, but Cassidy can't resist the playful teasing. He twines a few strands of He Ming's hair around a finger and tugs a little harder this time, before raking his fingernails lightly over He Ming's scalp.
"They teach 'ya this in Robot Academy, do they?" Meanwhile, the teasing of He Ming's tongue while he's held still is starting to make Cassidy ache all over again. He lets his head sink back into the pillow, and his hips tense and shift in an effort to get more out of what he's being given.
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"I mean..." He laughs. "It's a lot of teenagers in one place. At least in the beginning, before they pick who they're going to keep." It's a process He Ming remembers well. He doesn't dwell on it long. More important right now is getting Cassidy off, and himself off. At the rise of his hips He Ming grins and willingly lowers his head again.
Just before he does, he adds, "You can fuck my mouth if you want. I'll remember how to take it really deep eventually." Then He Ming's mouth is definitively too full to speak through, since he's pushing himself to take even more than before with the same enthusiasm he attacks everything else. He tastes good. He Ming wants more.
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"Music to me ears." Now he has both hands in He Ming's hair, fingers tightening into fists while he rolls his hips. The pills he took before He Ming's arrival are kicking in, taking away the pain of his persistent erection and making him disinclined to making this a fast and furious experience... and yet, a combination of the pollen and He Ming's skill means that after a few slow thrusts, Cassidy can feel himself hovering close to the edge of a climax.
A low moan crawls up his throat, and he ramps up the rhythm just a touch, enough to push himself closer to that edge.
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Text; Private
An hour or so after that realization, he reaches suspiciously for the tome on his bedside table.]
He Ming?
Hi. It's Matt.
From the bath.
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Hello Matt!!!!
What's up?
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I am so beyond overwhelmed.
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I wasn't offended!
This place is pretty weird, so it's okay if you're freaked out hehe
Are you okay?
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NoConfused I guess.
So they said if I did what they want they'd send me home. Do you know anybody who's gone home?
[Except Matt realizes after he sends the message that they didn't say that, exactly. They said "when your part has been played."]
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So I guess I don't really know how it works!
But like I said it's pretty safe here. Are you scared?
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That's good, I think.
You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but
when you got here, did they take something from you?
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I didn't lose anything other than like, my clothes and stuff I lived with.
Did you lose something? Is that why you were so stressed?
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I lost something important.
It's not all the way lost but it's
less
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I've only gotten things gifted to me since I got here.
You can ask them to give you things every once in a while, that's how I got my cafe and stuff. But that means you have to do what they want you to do.
Have sex, that is! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o
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Did you get asked to have any
specific kind of sex?
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Which is sorrrt of creepy I guess.
But yeah, the cafe! It's really nice! You should still come visit.
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