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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit
● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
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[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
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But oh, that twist of fingers has him biting back a moan, cursing himself because it feels too good with how this place has been messing with him.
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"You're handling this so well, Daozhang Song. Maybe you were meant to do this all along. I bet it will feel even better when I stick my dick in. Aren't you excited? Don't you want to feel that?"
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He presses deep in for a moment, then slowly pulls his fingers back out, letting Song Lan's body relax for a moment. But there's the sound of more clothes being shuffled, and then another squelch...
... And then slowly, a little bit at a time, Song Lan's body is being pushed open by something that is distinctly not Xue Yang's fingers.
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His head drops back, Song Lan trying to choke back the sound as he stretches around Xue Yang, his fingers flexing in the vines. He does manage a soft curse before Xue Yang's fully inside him though, even if it's a half gasped.
And it does feel good, damn his body for it's betrayal.
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"If I mark you here, he'll see it. What do you think?"
But Xue Yang doesn't, at least for the moment. Instead he reaches around and slowly runs fingers down Song Lan's front, from his collarbones down to rest just shy of his cock. With his hand resting there, Xue Yang slides half out, then in again.
"It's so easy. It's like your body was meant to be used by me like this, Daozhang Song."
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"...It's not. You were the one who ..did that with your fingers..."
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He gives an exaggerated moan as he continues to slowly thrust, picking up a little bit of force.
"I wonder how long you can stand being fucked like this before you can't even think. Have you ever considered losing yourself during sex? Want to find out just how good it can be?"
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"I've never even..." He can't let himself do that, no matter how good it feels.
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He keeps slowly thrusting, shifting around slightly as he goes. He wants to get the best reactions out of Song Lan, and Xue Yang is willing to take his time to get them. After all, the worst thing he could do to Song Lan at this point is burn the feeling of himself into the man's body, so that he can even consider having sex again without remembering Xue Yang, remembering this.
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When Xue Yang feels that clench he gives a pleased hiss, shivering slightly in return. Without regard for whether it was a good or a bad clench he shifts so that he can continue thrusting at that angle, wanting to get more of that out of Song Lan.
That squeeze felt pretty damn good.
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Xue Yang pauses for a moment to coax out another vine, which he loosely wraps around Song Lan's neck.
"How long do you think you can stay still before this tightens? I bet you won't care who's fucking you after that happens."
And then he resumes thrusting, going quiet as he keeps an eye on Song Lan and that vine.
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"Xue Yang." It's panted, his eyes closing as he inhales a breath.
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He keeps enough of an eye on him to make sure he's not about to die, but otherwise Xue Yang starts to let himself go a little and pick up the pace.
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And his lips part on gasping moan as his vision whites out again after a particularly rough thrust.
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He reaches around and gives a slow, deliberate rub to Song Lan's cock, using his right hand so that there's no obvious missing finger to break the illusion.
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His chest starts to feel stuffy just by realizing what he's listening to, even if he knows he should respect Song Lan's privacy and stop listening now. If Song Lan could no longer repress his needs and he found it fine to do this with someone else, Xiao Xingchen wouldn't want to stop him, but... it still hurts a bit after words like 'it's fine if it's you'.
What feels most against Song Lan's nature is that he's allowed this to happen in the outdoors, but he also knows this place can make people act against their usual nature.
Still, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he listens for the voice of the other person...
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But then he's fucking him harder, hard enough that the sound of their bodies slapping together probably makes it to the device. If this is the sort of thing Song Lan enjoys, Xue Yang is absolutely going to give it to him in this moment. He fully intends to fuck him until he can't think anymore, just as promised.
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It's not something he wanted, would ever have asked for but he's almost mindless right now, so it doesn't matter, won't matter until he's come down, remembered what's happening.
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Just-- how could he have a reaction like this? Even if he knows by now how this place draws out desires that would never have existed otherwise, he once believed that he would have the decency to ignore or suppress them. Apparently not, as the sound of Song Lan's voice and each slap of skin against skin shoots straight down to his cock.
He finds himself leaning against the trunk of a tree, and his gaze darts around his immediate surroundings. Hearing nothing else approaching either... slowly, his hand slips down between his legs.
Even if it's hypocritical to hope that no one is also watching him in secret, he doesn't need to feel even more ashamed than he is right now.
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Either way he focuses on the feeling of Song Lan's cock in his hand. He allows himself to fantasize about all the things he could do to it with Song Lan restrained like this, but once he's done indulging, he files them all away for the moment. That's not his goal right now. Instead he focuses on scaling up his own masturbation habits to someone of Song Lan's size and starts deliberately stroking, picking a pace and technique that feels good for himself.
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And then he's just panting, trying to keep breathing through the vine constricting his throat.
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