isleofavalon | happy holidays { open }

happy holidays { open }

A HOLIDAY PARTY

I. Arrival

There were postings around town, and fliers going out around the end of November. The holiday party starts early evening, December 1, thanks to the help of several hands. They had worked for a couple of days prior to the start to get the large ballroom decorated to everyone's liking. He had rented out a large ballroom, and started decorating the day before, adding finishing touches early on the day of. Everyone was invited - and while there's no real dress code posted, everyone is invited to dress their best for the sake of the party.

When one approaches the building, there's a clear set of rules posted outside written in neat script:

There's only a few easy rules to ensure everyone enjoys their night:

One, no fighting - if you have to - please take it outside.
Two, no weapons on the premises.
Three, all children under the age of sixteen must leave before nine in the evening.

Welcome in. Grab a mask if you want - or don't - and join the party.

II. Welcome In

When walking through the entrance, the first thing that is easy to notice is how it is decorated. It has the colors of the holidays - red, green, blue, white. It’s mostly deeper shades with pops of brighter shades of the color. On the right of the entryway there is a table with a dark blue cloth over it. On top of it is a wide array of masks - different styles, shapes, sizes. Whatever their heart may desire, you can find here. Masks are, of course, optional! But who doesn’t love a great masquerade?

Above it is a sign that says Yours to Keep - so they may keep whatever masks they pick up.

Next to it is a large book with lined paper where people can drop a short message about the winter holiday they celebrate at home - their favorite part, how they celebrate, anything they'd like to share with other people! This will be picked up at the end of the party.

Not much further ahead is a dancefloor to the left - spacious as ever. To the right is catering - set up as an elaborate display of food and tables arranged so people can sit and eat. There’s food from a variety of places, including Golden Silence. They’ll find not only savory foods, but sweet desserts. In the back corner, not far from the food is a bartender, who is happily serving free drinks for anyone of drinking age.

Past the bar is a hallway with a couple of private rooms. These rooms are quiet - with none of the noise of the party being able to reach them. They're perfect for stepping away from the party for just a few moments of peace and quiet. In this rooms, there's decks of cards and a few simple board games. Each room can hold up to four people and can be locked from the inside.

Don't worry - there's signs posted everywhere so they'll will be able to find what they're looking for.

III. With So Much To Do

A. Dance the Night Away

The music at the party is provided by a variety of individuals. Various talents have been invited through the night, even! If no one is set to perform, there's a playlist set to play. The music goes on non-stop and the styles that will be played will vary. Most of the songs will be fairly upbeat through the night. Some of them are slower paced - so pick a partner and dance.

B. Mistletoe

Throughout the venue there's going to be mistletoe set up in a few spots throughout the building. The spots they're hanging are easy to identify. Most doorways have mistletoe hanging from them. There's also a few prime spots where there's some hanging - such as the corner not far from the bar. It's a perfect place to steal a kiss.

B. Charity Raffle

Near the food, there's a sign directing people to participate and purchase tickets for the charity raffle for a few prizes for people. There's donations (or things purchased) from a few businesses around Camelot. All funds raised from the Charity will go towards helping everyone who lost things during the events with Celliwig/Lestari. There's a variety of things: brunch for two, a date package, opportunities to learn a new skill, and other experiences. Several prizes will be raffled off, and people may purchase as many tickets as they want.

IV. Late at Night

After 9 in the evening, the entire feeling of the party changes. The lights get lower and glowsticks become available just off of the dance floor where they weren't earlier in the night. The music remains upbeat, though there's no performers for this part of the evening - only a playlist cycling through a variety of songs. This is a perfect time to grab a partner for a dance, or grab a drink. There's no real end of the night in sight, people are welcome to stay as long they'd like - even into the next morning if they should want.

Just be sure they're out by lunch the next day when clean-up starts.

Some quick ooc notes:

Anyone is free to assume their character participated in helping decorate.

Anyone who is a musician may get a short time slot to perform (15-30 minutes).

Feel free to have your character win anything from the raffle if you want - I'm not particular here!

Please mark anything NSFW as such in subject lines.

Have any questions? Drop one in my question thread!

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[ He's smart to get out of his reach; if Izō had stayed with his arms around his neck, Ryouma would've just picked him up and carried him off. The hat theft doesn't annoy him, judging by the smile on his face. It's cute, really...If it had been a black hat, it would match his outfit perfectly.

The mimicry can't even bother him. Ryouma just smiles dumbly as he reaches for Izō's hand.

That's why ya wear a scarf all th' time, don't ya? So ya can hide when yer feelin' shy.

[ Fair's fair, right? ]

Who's shy?! Ain't wearin' one right now, am I?

[ which he's keenly aware of since he has nothing to hide behind right now. it's fine though. he's just vibing and not really feeling things like shyness for once. might as well enjoy it while it lasts!

which is what he's doing, because he could have let ryouma get his hand but he moves out of the way again, although with how he moves backwards so he can keep smirking at ryouma it's obvious he's not rejecting him as much as continuing his annoying little game. ]

Concealin' things is s'posed t'be somethin' I'm good at anyway.

[ it's not hiding... it's a class skill! ]

[ His patience seems to have worn thin, though not in a way that makes him want to just walk away. Ryouma instead closes the distance between them and locks his arms around Izō's waist with a grin. ]

Well, ain't concealin' yerself from this.

[ And then he hoists him up so Izō's chest is against his shoulder. His grip isn't getting any looser. He may or may not have used a little strengthening spell to help with this endeavor... ]

Now let's go, yeah?

Huh? What're ya do—.. OI! RYOUMA?!

[ this seems like a perfectly reasonable way to get ryouma's attention, but izō's not thinking about how he's yelling loud enough to be heard over the music probably. he's dramatic sober; now he's drunk and so there's no limit to the theatrics he might be capable of. suddenly being picked up surprised him, not to mention the ease with which ryouma manages it — he hasn't considered that perhaps ryouma has a spell to help with this. if he had? well... that might be interesting, actually, considering the potential for other applications. but anyway...

once izō knows ryouma isn't going to drop him, he starts squirming in earnest, even if ryouma's holding him in a way where he can only do so much, like a cat that can't figure out how to get the leverage to get away. ~~or a place to bite.~~ ]

I can walk jus' fine!

I got legs!

Jus' 'cause I ain't got a sword don't mean I won't still kill ya!

Ryooooumaaaaa!

[ sure is a lot of carrying on, though, just so no one will know that he thinks it's kinda hot just being carted off to wherever ~~presumably for ryouma to have his way with him.~~ everyone just stop perceiving him because there's definitely nothing to see here at all. ]

I'm gonna drop ya if ya keep squirmin' like that!

[ Ryouma finds his yelling and carrying on to be just adorable. There is no escape for you, Izō. His grip just gets tighter as he continues on his way.

Are they drawing stares? Yes. Does Ryouma care right now? No. That's a problem for the future.

At least the door to one of the private rooms is open so he doesn't have to figure out how to work a doorknob in this position. He kicks the door shut and only then does his grip loosen. Keeping him up like this is a tantalizing possibility...

Later.

For now, he sets Izō down. A click follows as he locks the door. ]

Ya wanna gimme all ya got, Manslayer? See if I can handle ya like this?

[ yes, this is definitely a problem for the future. izō is too busy with his dramatics even when he quits flailing quite so vigorously to properly consider who might be watching or what he’s yelling. he settles down mostly because he doesn’t want to find out the limits of ryouma’s strength (which would likely end up with him getting dropped). still, it also has the unintended effect of making it look like he’s only weakly struggling purely for the optics. which…. is not untrue, but he probably would prefer if it weren’t so obvious.

once they’re in the room, he waits until he hears the click of the lock to do anything at all, which at that moment means using his body to press ryouma against the door. ]

"Like this"? Like what?

[ his voice is low, like a growl. not angry, even if he was yelling like he wanted to start something only a minute ago. by now, izō knows that these things can have an effect, and if anything, all the alcohol in his system means he's here to play it up even more. he enjoys ryouma's reactions when he does. ]

Pretty bold of ya, what ya did. Guess ya think ya got nothin' t'worry about 'cause I ain't got swords, huh?

[ They certainly do have an effect. Ryouma freezes up with his back flat against the door, a blush creeping across his cheeks. It's not just his face blood rushes to; he can feel his pants growing tighter already. There's no way Izō can't feel it with how close they are. That fact should embarrass him, but it serves to embolden him instead.

His hand comes up to rest on Izō's chest. ]

No...I pressed my luck because I know yer jus' as dangerous without 'em. [ He sounds calm despite how fast his heart beats. A quick kiss punctuates his statement. ] I know ya ain't gonna go easy on me for disrespectin' ya like that...

[ This is different from their sober interaction, yet extremely familiar. ]

[ it's very familiar, which is no accident. something stuck out in izō's mind at the time and has seemingly been waiting for an opportunity to be useful. he follows up ryouma's quick kiss with one of his own, but it lasts longer, and tips his hand a little because there's no denying the intensity of what he wants. it's funny, though, how they could've come in here for sex or just to kiss each other thoroughly (and for a long time), and izō would've been happy either way.

before, anyway, because at this point that ship has sailed now; kissing alone isn't going to cut it anymore. it's okay for a taste, though, and after long enough, izō pulls away and takes a step back. breathless himself, izō fishes a lighter and a cigarette out of the pack he has shoved in his back pocket. izō's pants might be black, but thanks to how they fit, they leave little to the imagination right now. still, he lights the cigarette as casually as if he wasn't standing here drunk and hard.

with a devious little smirk, he reaches out and grabs hold of ryouma's tie again, giving it a little tug like it's a leash before he backs up and leads ryouma over to where they can sit. or rather, where izō can sit because that's what he does, sinking into one of the chairs. it doesn't seem like it's a part of his plan for ryouma to do the same. izō clearly feels like a boss right now. ]

Ya wanna make it up t'me? Better start on yer knees...

[ This side of Izō is dangerous for Ryouma. It makes him throw out any sense he may normally have and give into his baser instincts even when he's sober. He barely has moment to admire Izō and his very visible bulge before he's being yanked along towards the chairs.

Ryouma is quick to obey, maybe a little too quick, getting down on his knees it front of Izō. His hands rest on his own knees and he bows his head just enough so he's not looking at Izō. Seems he's playing the part quite well, even in his state of inebriation. ]

'm real sorry, Okada-san. [ Maybe it's because he's drunk that he's playing along so well. He puts his hands on the floor and bows lower. ] Forgive me for disrespectin' ya.

[ ... Ridiculous. ]

[ izō ends up leaning forward in his seat a little because it's not what he was anticipating. the smoke he'd forgotten to properly exhale after his last drag escapes anyway it can when he remembers he needs to breathe again, and his face feels even hotter than the alcohol had already made it. weird.

given how izō feels about honourifics and the fact that he's told people outright to drop them with him before, he couldn't have expected this to have an effect. maybe it's just because it's ridiculous that it works; there's no conceivable scenario he can imagine where this might actually happen for real. in that case, he might as well keep playing. ]

That's a real good apology. I believe ya. But what if I said there was somethin' else ya could do for me while yer down there..?

[ he's glad he's as drunk as he is — it makes keeping up with ryouma a little easier. because, of course, ryouma is more unpredictable drunk too. not that he's complaining right now. ]

[ He stays down for a few moments longer, as if he's waiting for permission to be allowed to look up. It's only when he heard the part about"something else" that he looks up. Ryouma sits up slowly, hands resting on his own knees once again. ]

Somethin' else...? [ He knows exactly what Izō means, which is why he scoots forward a little. It's easier for him to put his hands on Izō’s knees now. ] What is it? I'll do anythin' t' make this right.

[ It's tempting to just go for it right now, but it's more fun to his drunk brain to play along. ]

Anythin', huh?

[ izō already has something in mind for a request, but he's playing a little dumb for the fun of it.

helpfully, he undoes his belt and the button on his pants, which have been strained by his trapped arousal, enough that the zipper starts opening on its own without something more secure holding them closed. it's a relief, and he palms himself through the material as he peers down at ryouma through half-lidded eyes. it's a good view, but he can make it even better~ ]

How 'bout ya show me how ya mean it? Do somethin' with that mouth a' yers besides runnin' it. Yer more of a man of action-type anyway, ain'tcha?

[ The way Izō talks to him has him blushing harder than ever. Every word ends a pleasant little shock through him, straight through to where it counts most. He shifts how he's sitting to try to alleviate that problem -- it doesn't work.

Focus on the task at hand.

He says nothing in response, just giving a nod before pulling Izō's cock free. Just the heat of it and how hard it is in his hand has him licking his lips in anticipation. Ryouma gives the head a teasing lick before properly taking him into his mouth.

He flattens hos tongue against the underside as he slowly takes more in before drawing back once more while one hand strokes whatever isn't in his mouth. Ryouma certainly aims to please. ]

Ah.. what the fuck, Ryouma..!

[ izō is surprised at how eager ryouma is and how good it feels, plenty evident in how the last syllable in ryouma's name trails off into a moan. he has to keep his hands on his thighs balled tightly into fists because he doesn't want to interfere right now and doesn't trust himself not to otherwise.

he steals glances downward, almost shyly, despite whatever power he thinks he has right now. if ryouma caught his eye right now, izō can't say with certainty that he wouldn't cum on the spot. it's just safer to keep his eyes shut most of the time.

he really shouldn't tease anymore, but he can't resist. ]

Hehe, ain't too much for ya, is it?

[ The way Izō calls his name is like music to his ears. Ryouma sucks his cock a little harder, moves a little faster, eager to hear more of those types of sounds. Hopefully these rooms are at least a little bit soundproof...

Not something Ryouma is concerned about now. No, all he's concerned about now is that teasing; he takes it as a challenge. He pulls almost all the way off Izō's cock, chancing a glance upward before taking as much of it in his mouth as he can. It's a lot, but he manages to swallow it all, his lips flush against the base. He swallows around it a few times before he pulls off entirely to gasp for air. His hand continues to work Izō's shaft in the mean time. ]

Ya tell me...D'ya think yer too much?

[ izō should really keep his mouth shut sometimes. he's definitely not leaving any consideration for volume nor soundproofing, too busy just trying to survive. it's as surprising as if ryouma had come at him swinging instead of just giving him shockingly good head; in either case, he has no defence against it. it's sheer luck and an unwillingness to be that easy that he holds it together, but he's still needing to catch his breath and slowly relax when ryouma replaces his mouth with his hand. ]

Yer feelin' pretty proud a' yer self now, huh? Catchin' a lucky break...

[ he doesn't explain where the luck is supposed to have factored in. anyway, the best way to deflect from how something affected him is to charge ahead like it didn't. he looks down at ryouma challengingly, undoing his buttons until he can run a hand down from his throat to his cock and touch only bare skin. ]

That the best ya can do..?

[ what could go wrong? ]

[ That skin is irresistible. Ryouma sits up on his knees so he can give Izō even more attention. His free hand slowly traces down that line of newly bared skin, dipping beneath Izō's clothes to trace the curve of his pecs before moving down to his abs. Kisses follow his touch, adoringly trailed back down to Izō's cock. Every little bit of him gets the attention it rightly deserves.

He kisses the tip of Izō's dick with a playful little smile. ]

No...I should show ya th' respect ya deserve first before jus' givin' it everythin' I got.

[ And that's the last warning he gets before Ryouma takes him fully in his mouth again. There's no hesitation as he basically starts to face fuck himself, taking Izō's cock as deep as he can with each pass. ]

[ he settles nicely into the attention ryouma's paying him, offering guidance unconsciously to what he likes the most with how his breathing shifts or his muscles tense in response. it's only after ryouma works his way down again that he starts growing impatient, but if izō knew what ryouma had in store for him, he might've been a bit more grateful for it.

the initial shock of the abrupt shift wears off quickly, and he's straightened up from how he'd been relaxing earlier, one hand still balled into a fist on his thigh so tightly the material of his glove is pulled taut over his knuckles. the other messily pets ryouma's hair as the words and the sounds fall out of him, too drunk to think of holding back. it's enough just to restrain himself from bucking his hips as he wants so desperately. ]

How'd ya get s' fuckin' good at this? Lookatcha—...

[ he can't help the commentary now that he's looking because, at this point, he might as well. the hand petting ryouma's hair tightens its grip on it, and his legs are starting to shake from the effort of keeping still and letting ryouma control everything. even so, he's quickly approaching his limit. ]

Oh fuck, Ryouma... I'm gonna—... 'm so fuckin' close...

[ his words run together worse now than at any other point, one syllable dragging out into the next and only making the whiny quality of his voice that much more pronounced. izō abandoned his cool guy attitude as soon as ryouma had taken him in deep the first time, and at this point, he's just chasing that pleasure no matter how it looks. ]

[ The question comes down to does he want to swallow or would he rather feel it on his face? Both are tempting options, one is considerably cleaner, but...

Fuck it. That's what that the handkerchief in his pocket is for.

Ryouma pulls off of him, stroking him with the same intensity he'd been sucking. His face stays close, mouth open, looking up at Izō with a flushed face. ]

C'mon, give it to me, Izō...I wanna taste it.

[ he doesn't stand a chance.

izō does his best to try and hold out just a little longer, wanting to prolong the build before he inevitably falls over the edge, but the loud, half-strangled moan he can't contain a moment later shows how successful he... isn't.

well.

... that, and ryouma knows immediately, of course. izō's face is as red as it's ever been, maybe because some part of him is aware that he'll have a hard time explaining this one away, but it's a feeling swept away by everything else, which is how he prefers it.

one hand brushes ryouma's aside, and his fingers curl loosely around the base of his cock, stroking himself slowly as he paints ryouma's face liberally before he lets him get a proper taste on his tongue, groaning again more loudly at the sight of it.

there's no point in fussing over it. it's pretty obvious izō is into it. he also gets an idea as he starts to settle down, fishing his phone out of his pocket. he only knows how to do a few things with it and the camera function seems to be one of them. so what? he wants to remember this later. a somewhat-more-sober!izō will be thankful for it later. probably. that or he's going to forget he took it...

it's fine. ]

[ It's hot and a little sticky, but undeniably arousing. Ryouma might cum in his pants from just the feeling alone.

He expected Izō to finish the job, he expected the heat and the taste of him. A picture is the last thing he expected to happen. Izō is full of surprises. Ryouma manages a lustful expression with a hand on his crotch, partially for the pose, but mostly for himself. ]

Like what ya see, huh?

[ Once he thinks Izō has the shot he wants, he licks off what he can before wiping the rest off with a handkerchief. He's so turned on right now that he can barely think straight.

Which is why he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock free. He's so hard that he can't help but start stroking himself. Maybe Izō would like a little show from him. ]

Now look at what ya did t' me...

Dunno what y' been drinkin' tonight, but yeah, I fuckin' like it...

[ because it has to be the liquor, right? something special and exotic to bring out this side of ryouma..? figures he'd be unpredictable in this too.

izō blindly feels around for a place to set the phone down because he can't look away right now. ryouma has his complete and undivided attention; he's looking directly at what he's responsible for, and he's quite proud of himself for accomplishing it. it's safe to say a show would be very well received. ]

Hm... sure looks like ya got a real problem there. Whatcha gonna do about it?

[ Ryouma isn't even sure what's gotten into him. Part of it's certainly the confidence Izō has at the moment. He wants to encourage that, even if it means making a bit of a fool out of himself. Plus Izō watching him jack off like this is hot. It's a desire he'd never act on normally, but right now isn't "normally".

Pre already drips from the tip of his cock and he smears it around the head with his thumb. He works himself with slow strokes, knowing that if he went any faster he'd only last a minute. Ryouma's interested in prolonging this as long as he can to put on a proper show for Izō. ]

Aah...This is a nice start.

[ How lewd does he want to get about this? He could put on quite the show if he put his mind to it...

Ryouma sits up on his knees, pushing his pants and underwear down a bit further with his free hand. That hand immediately goes to his mouth to stifle a sound before he starts to suck on two fingers. He spreads it knees apart so he can get better access to himself, slowly starting to finger himself with his saliva-slicked fingers. ]

Y-ya like that, Manslayer?

Oh... Jus' a start, huh?

[ his voice comes out a little shaky but could anyone blame him now? he has no defence for this. he's going to need some time before he recovers, but izō still knows what he likes to see. licking his lips, he sits forward in his seat. ]

Ya really got that worked up jus' from suckin' me off? Hehe, ya must want it real bad, don'tcha?

[ like he's one to talk. still, he's feeling very good right now and his drunken confidence has definitely been boosted. he's managed to get that little tremor out of his voice for the moment, anyway. he probably thinks he runs this place right now. ]

'Course I do...How could I not want it from ya?

[ It's a struggle to speak clearly when he's so focused on giving Izō a good show. Ryouma is earnest in the way he fucks himself with his fingers and strokes himself off. His face is flushed, his eyes barely open, lips parted as he pants. ]

Wish it were yer dick inside'a me. That's all I can think 'bout right now...

happy holidays { open }

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NSFW from here on out!!

yes indeed the spice continues

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