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WHAT IN PERSON
WHERE the street!
WHEN day 17, AT NIGHT

[ hey everyone -- since it was HOT and then RAINED now we have steamy night time streets, oh boy. While the humidity is awful, and the heat is back at least there is a NIGHT MARKET which is kind of cool. It has little knick knacks and prizes you can win -- goldfish, stuffed animals, so forth and so on -- as well as food, chicken on a stick, shaved ice, so forth and so on.

Have fun! Wander around! Hang out with people and win prizes!

Or, check out the FREE fortune telling machine. All you have to do is stand in front of it. . . and it will announce, rather loudly, some secret of yours. Or many secrets. Depending on how fast you get out of its line of sight.

. . . if you try to harm, destroy or mute the machine in any way you will be grabbed by security and forcibly put in time out for a little while and get a slap on the wrists. Destruction of private property is frowned upon. ]

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[murmuring against Reigen's forehead]

I got you.

[he rolls his body against Reigen's, light and easy, just letting Reigen feel the warmth and weight of him, reassuring.]

[whimpers, overstimulated and needy.] God--

[it's the closeness that does it. He starts trembling and jerking, half writhing away from him and half into him.]

I need, more, please more.

Mm, I bet you do.

[he starts kissing down Reigen's jaw, over his throat and collarbone, then stopping to suckle a warm mark over his sternum]

[whimpers. His head cranes to bare his throat, his lust-glazed eyes just squeezing shut. He just wants relief so at the first sign of a crest he does nothing to fight or last. His sharp panting pitches into wailed shouts as another orgasm rips through him. He writhes and curses the whole time.]

[Lassiter strokes him through it, his hand moving even slower when he sees Reigen start to tremble, moving over to suckle on a nipple]

Attaboy.

Ffffffffuuuhuhuhkkk. Fuck. Nnnnnnn.

[kneading and scratching Lassiter's back as he comes down.]

[that makes him laugh shakily, pushing back up to steal a kiss]

[blearily returns light, satiated kisses amidst messy panting.]

Mm.

[slowly digging less nail into Lassiter's back. He flops his hands palm-up above his own head, exhausted.]

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You survived.

[he's just going to continue holding Reigen, rolling them onto their sides and petting over Reigen's hip, smug]

[muffled catawampus]

Now's when you take a picture, amateur.

Should I go get my phone again?

[he doesn't move, stroking a hand through Reigen's hair. there there.]

[sulky] No. And delete the one you have, if you want a picture ask for it. That's just. That's just polite.

[he nods, kissing at the corner of Reigen's lips]

I was going to.

[deep chestful sigh, fucked out and pliant.]

Just making a point?

Something like that.

[he's so cuddly? not in a passive way, either, just stroking down Reigen's arms, fingers through his hair, tracing over the curve of his ear...]

[Reigen isn't making eye contact, which probably just makes it clear how consistently he usually locks eye-contact as a power move, tbh. Now though, he just thunks his head on the pillow beside Lassie and looks at his chest, and since he's getting pet so much he's soothed into returning it. He pets his chest, and reaches up to run his thumb over his lip.]