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monthly mingle: SAMPREMI

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: monthly mingle: sampremi
when: The month of March.
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: there will likely be nsfw content; please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

sampremi

In the days leading up to March 1st, residents new and old will notice preparations beginning, a flurry of activity getting the city ready for the upcoming celebration: Sampremi. This is one of Riverview's four yearly celebrations of love, this one focused on sexual love and lust, and sexual relationships that might bloom into more (or not). Traditions associated with Sampremi are a roving street market, raves where residents can seek out some free love and get a little crazy, a massive week-long kink convention, and a tech expo with all-ages and adult options.

a celebration of sexual love and lust

Riverview has always been a place focused on love and building connections in order to foster community, and for a lot of people, sex is part of that, which makes it something worth celebrating! For people who use sex as a way to connect with others, even if only for a short time, or those who use it as a way to connect on a deeper level with the ones they already love, Sampremi is the perfect holiday to get their freak on in a host of new and exciting or comfortable and familiar ways. The holiday features a large kink convention, where various entities in the city can show off their toys, explain their niche kinks, and share their insights with anyone who might be interested, a series of raves that are both all-ages and adult where residents can find someone(s) to share a night (or a week, a few months, or even a life) with. This year, there is a large tech expo where cutting edge tech companies in the city are sharing their newest toys, like improved virtual reality, robotics advances, and many other types of toys - all for work, play, or, in the spirit of the holiday, pleasure. And for those who don't want to connect through sex or who aren't old enough to, there are dances, games, and an entire market full of street food that's meant for sharing, so they can connect in other ways.

● OOC NOTE: Please be sure to warn in subject lines for any threads involving sexual content, drug use or other content that fellow players may wish to avoid, and do not use the prompt mechanics to circumvent consent in your threads, as non-consensual sex is not permitted on the game communities. Items such as aphrodisiacs, VR, or party drugs mentioned in the prompts are intended to facilitate consensual sex, not to encourage sexual assault, or to 'trick' characters into having sex that they would not normally have. ICly, please remember that there is always security to intervene and make sure everyone is safe.

i. color raves

Advertised on flyers and digital screens around the city, made to pop as if they were under blacklight, is a series of what's called "color raves" that are happening in various large empty warehouse spaces around the city. They are called color raves for the bright colorful lights, the preponderance of glowsticks that attendees wave around, and for the brightly colored powder for attendees to play with, some of which is spiked with a mild party drug and some of which is just for fun (with the difference clearly marked, of course). There are three types of color rave - adult, all-ages, and youth raves.

(CW: DRUG USE) At each adult rave and all-ages rave there is one specific room where attendees can enter (after proving themselves 18+), and dance or play tag with brightly colored powder that contains small amounts of a legal party drug commonly available in Riverview, which is absorbed through the skin. Not much more intoxicating than having a few beers, the effects of the drug are a pleasant low-key buzzing euphoria, positive sensitivity to touch, a heightening of desires for intimacy, and a mild lowering of inhibitions. Once a character has been hit with the powder, the color lingers on the skin so other attendees can know who has partaken, but once the powder makes contact with a surface (whether it is skin, clothing, or structural) it deactivates, meaning that partakers can safely dance with non-partakers without sharing the intoxicating effects.

Adult raves will have bouncers at the door to ensure that anyone entering is 18+, and there is no limit to when and where the debauchery happens. Clothing is optional, showing skin is encouraged, and there are a lot of neatly tucked away spaces for attendees to get some time alone with one or more than one person, as well as spaces intended for orgies. The atmosphere is sex-positive and non-judgemental, open to any orientation or preference, with various forms of protection available for free, however, to ensure that everyone plays safe there are sober security teams out en masse at all premises to oversee the events.

All-ages raves are open to anyone who wishes to attend, regardless of age. There are bouncers at the door who will check ID and stamp the hand of anyone who is 18+ with a special ink that shows up under blacklight for easy identification. At all-ages raves, 18+ and underage characters can mingle, but there are specific areas set aside for only 18+ characters where they can get down and dirty either in private or the open.

Adult and all-ages raves will have only spiked powder to avoid confusion.

Youth raves are intended only for younger characters under 18, so they can stay up all night and dance like crazy, and meet other young people in the city. The legal drinking age in Riverview Quarantine is 14, and so anyone over 14 can enter and indulge in a few drinks, dancing, and playing tag with a version of the colored powder featured at the adult raves that won't give you anything but a sugar high. There is copious amounts of security on site to ensure that everyone is safe, as well as nurses and off-duty police officers to offer advice or care for anyone who overindulges out of lack of experience. Youth raves will have only sugar powder, brightly colored and sweet to the taste, meant for fun and to play tag with rather than to cause intoxication.

ii. kink convention

For the week of March 4-10 there will be a massive kink convention on the top floor of one of the large exhibition centers downtown, limited to characters 18+. The exhibition is a sexy adult informational convention featuring various kinks and fetishes. Whether you're into leather, latex, lace, or anything else, you'll be able to find the clothes, toys, guides, books, erotica, fiction, and a wide variety of other interesting stuff to explore. While the atmosphere is sex-positive and there are private and public (for the voyeurs and exhibitionists in the room) venues for having sex, it's definitely focused on exploration and information about different stuff to try.

If someone has thought of it and figured it sounded sexy, it can be found here, and with Riverview's high level of tech advancement and widespread acceptance of magic, things can get pretty kinky. Whatever your kink is, there's probably a VR program, sex toy, potion, or spell that can make it happen, and someone who's got the downlow on how to make it great.

iii. tech expo

Riverview prides itself on its technological advancement, and so, running concurrently with the Kink Convention on March 4-10 and on the bottom floor of the same convention center, various cutting-edge tech companies in the city will be sponsoring a Tech Expo. The expo features demonstrations of all of the most advanced technology that's coming into use in the city, ranging from advancements in VR and holotech to robotics and gadgets, you can find the latest and greatest in almost any area of modern technology. Attendees will be able to come with a friend or a date or anything in between to play VR games, enjoy holoprojected escape rooms and puzzles, meet robot pets, try out the most recent music player or that new cell phone that can bend without breaking, and a wide variety of other gadgets.

While most of the tech expo is all-ages and non-sexual, there is a decently-sized adult area where characters must show ID proving they are 18+ in order to enter, where the technology is mostly related to sexual use. This area features advanced sex toys, VR systems intended to explore sex with other people in a virtual environment with no strings attached, sexy video games and holoprograms, and many other sensual technological.

iv. street market

One of the major draws of the festival is the special street food that can only be obtained this time of year. Almost everything you can buy at the Sampremi Festival is meant to be shared - whether it's one piece of meat on two or more sticks or desserts baked with a narrow part in the middle for convenient tearing, everything is built to be shared. The stalls sell everything from cups of soup, sandwiches, roasted or fried meat, deep-fried vegetables and cakes, dumplings, donuts, bagels, turnovers, and anything else you can think of.

Many of the savory dishes are based on the meat of a particular fowl native to the moon Riverview is situated on that has a taste and texture halfway between chicken and duck, cooked to be spicy (ranging from very mild to throat-burning). Many of the desserts are based around a fruit native to the moon that is spherical, red-orange, and has a light sweet taste that is similar to a combination of mango, pineapple, and strawberry. Both ingredients are considered to be aphrodisiacs. Of course, the foods aren't actually aphrodisiacs and any effect is purely placebo, though there are some booths (clearly marked and with someone to check ID) that sell actual aphrodisiac-laced foods and drinks to people who are 18+.

The festival features an entire row of fair games ranging from very high-tech games featuring virtual reality and neon holograms to extremely old-fashioned games with darts and balloons or balls and glasses. The games all have prizes in various shapes and sizes, with the standard stuffed animals, but also with goods and special items donated by any business in the city; ranging from tiny prizes to huge and expensive ones. Due to the nature of the holiday, many of the stalls are set up to cater to winning a prize for your partner(s), and due to the nature of the Quarantine, a lot of them involve aiming or other aspects of pretending to fight.

Originally, the part of the street festival that involved an actual market, with stalls and booths set up with goods, was aimed primarily at romantic trinkets like flowers or jewelry, gifts intended to be purchased for a loved one. As time has gone by, however, this aspect of the market has increased, with many businesses participating, though the emphasis is still on small businesses and anything relating to local culture rather than booths for any of the larger more corporate businesses. There is still plenty of jewelry to be found, for sure, mostly handmade and artisan, but the scope of the Market has widened immeasurably. The Sampremi Market is an excellent place to find specialty foods, clothing, jewelry, art, or other goods that were originally native to cultures on other planets in this reality, or other realities altogether. Many residents in the city use the market to share their unique cultural goods and traditional dress with others.

v. roommates or wildcard

Feel free to use this prompt to meet new roommates, for the purpose of getting to know each other, or hit up the mod-posted prompt to create a Communal Housing floor mingle. Or, if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set during Sampremi, feel free to write it up!

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Credit: image i: saber XU; image ii: Jose Borges; image iii: Nicolas Sitbon; image iv: Andreas Rocha

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[ Finn's not the first person to call him rude for a number of reasons, this one including, and he won't be the last. It's not like it bothers Jim much at all anyway. He'd probably find some way to spin it into a compliment, if anything.

Part of him is simply enjoying the proximity for what it is, part of him is genuinely curious whether Finn will buckle and close the distance himself. For a moment, Jim thinks that's exactly what he'll do. The pause is just long enough, the look in Finn's gaze just the right amount of distracted. Jim's lips curl just faintly into a smile, anticipating it almost, a more present and pressing touch.

But then it doesn't come. He can't be too disappointed, though, not when he can taste Finn's breath against his mouth when he speaks. ]

Alright, then. No need to say it twice.

[ But it doesn't hurt to be sure, either. He rather likes that tone. Honest, blunt, a little on the impatient side. Almost makes him want to keep teasing just to see how far he could push until Finn pushed back. Possibly literally, against a wall.

That thought doesn't really help calm him down, especially when Finn's hands move on his sides. His body sways a little, and he bites back a gasp. ]

I'm very alright with that.

[ He pulls away with no small amount of certainty, reaching down to catch one of Finn's hands in his own, then tugging along as he leads the way to the quieter corners of the rave. Any dark nook or room will do, honestly, but Finn's more than free to pick a spot for them to take up. ]

[ It's good to have that out on the metaphorical table. There's plenty of "alright with that" to go around. That's ideal. Casing the layout for entry and exit points like a paranoid person early on finally pays off.

Finn keeps a firm grip and an eye out for a fitting spot. He hadn't given a lot of thought to the hodgepodge of corners and booths and little curtain partitioned rooms when he first arrived to one of these parties, aside from figuring it was probably a smart thing to plan ahead for. The appeal from a personal level is suddenly much easier to understand.

He's not looking for the grand palace of total privacy; if that was on the wishlist over just getting somewhere at all, they'd be out of the building already. So he sets his aim on "not blatantly public," squeezes Jim's hand, and gestures to an open room slotted into the curtain partitions with his chin. The sounds of neighbors are unmistakable, but mostly covered by the music. It's got a couch or chair or two that look comfortable enough, and it's got the majority of one of the tables of organized supplies left over. If Jim's not a fan, it won't break Finn's heart to keep looking for a little while longer. ]

[ Jim has always been big on honesty and straightforwardness, laying things out in the open. He's appreciating that a lot about Finn, right now. They've both established that they're very alright with the way things are headed, though he's hoping on making it more than just 'alright' in a little bit.

They pass a number of nooks and corners as they look for a place. A lot of couches are taken up by couples or groups making out and feeling each other up, curtains drawn and only letting vague noises slip out past the fabric. Everyone seems to be getting into the mood of the rave, and Jim can hardly blame them. He follows Finn's nod towards the empty room, a smile curling his lips.

Promptly, he tugs on Finn's hand and drags him inside. It's perfect, actually, and the best option short of actually leaving the party. The couch is big enough for the two of them, and once Jim draws the curtains closed behind them, the music doesn't ring so loudly in his ears.

Much better like this, he thinks. At least they'll get to hear each other better. Probably not talking, but still.

This time, when he steps closer, he doesn't stop halfway through just to tease Finn. Jim cups his face in his hands, then presses their mouths together in a kiss, eager but shallow at first, wanting to see how Finn will respond. ]

[ Shoutout to the rave planners for making it easy to get back to the good stuff.

The touch of impatience Jim picked up on before makes its return even without the teasing. Finn doesn't waste time before pressing closer, planting a hand between Jim's shoulder blades almost like he's bracing him. He kisses back more firmly, open-mouthed -- not insistent, exactly, as much as he is trying the action on for size. Getting a feel for it.

Inexperienced but enthusiastic is the name of the game, at this juncture. Finn would rather err on the side of simplicity and work from there than have to scale back. ]

[ It's too bad (or maybe not that bad) that Jim just takes all that as a very open invitation. He hums first and arches closer in response to the hand on his back, but it's when Finn parts his lips that he pushes further, canting his head to slot their mouths together.

He wastes no time pushing his tongue past Finn's lips, taking that move as a sign that he's ready to deepen the contact and speed things up a little. It's always a thrill to get that first taste, to feel the texture of Finn's tongue against his own, and he all but shivers against him, a soft little mewl spilling into the kiss.

One of his hands cups the back of Finn's neck, cradling him close, fingers of the other hand curling into his shirt and fisting the fabric. ]

[ As it turns out, not that bad at all. Finn was half-anticipating it as a next move, not trying to put too much brainpower into figuring out exactly when, and saving on the trouble of that doesn't hurt.

It's close and wet, a little messy on principle. He takes to the new sensation with fervor. Jim shivers, makes that sound, and Finn can all but feel it wrap around something in his lower stomach and pull, white-hot.

His hand moves to Jim's lower back, rucking the hem of his shirt up a little, and he brings the other hand up to the side of Jim's face, unable to stop a shudder of his own-- freshly aware of how closely they're pressed together, the warmth of every point of contact, the way he can feel himself slowly getting hard.

Don't mind Finn, he's just gonna approach making out with his personal 0-100 intensity brand until they theoretically have to "breathe" or something dumb like that. Sounds fake. ]

[ Luckily Jim is all too used to handling neck-breaking speeds, so the fact that Finn gets so swept up in the moment doesn't catch him by surprise much, nor does it bother him in the least. There's a gasp choked out somewhere at the back of his throat, Finn's hand at the small of his back urging him to press closer still.

Which he does, promptly, hips rolling just faintly. He's acutely aware of every point of contact between them, and even just the dancing and touching before had been enough to get him a little warmer under the skin. His body's already aching for more friction and contact, and Jim's not at all shy about seeking it out.

He does, however, find himself forced to break the kiss. Because he needs to breathe, yes —and after a few seconds of their lips locked and tongues pressing eagerly into each other's mouth his head is already spinning wildly—, but also because he really wants to get Finn's shirt off of him. He gets to that immediately, hands both reaching down to the hem, tugging the fabric up Finn's torso and hoping he'll get the hint and lift his arms up. ]

[ Hip rolling: a revolutionary idea. It gets a small sound of approval out of Finn. Shirt removal: arguably an even better idea, from the practicality viewpoint. Finn's more than happy to help get this particular obstacle out of the way as quickly as possible.

There's a scar burned into the front of his right shoulder, not more than a couple of inches long. It's partner to the bigger one more easily mapped out across Finn's back without anything in the way, which the narration mostly mentions here because otherwise it would forget later and that would probably be a weird thing to suddenly remember exists halfway down the line.

Now is the time for Finn to enact his one-step plan. The one step in the plan is to try to make sure that Jim's shirt also gets thrown out of this equation and onto the floor. More skin can only improve the situation across all fronts. ]

[ It's indeed a very important thing to mention, because Jim's particularly into any and all sorts of marks and scars left behind on skin. Coming from a place where medicine is especially advanced, Jim doesn't have a single mark on his body, all the wounds healed to perfection, skin regenerated to leave no trace that it ever was injured to begin with.

It's always a source of fascination to him. The more pronounced, the more they get his attention too, and just seeing the start of the scar peeking across Finn's shoulder is enough for him to forget for a moment that he's still wearing his shirt. He's drawn back to the moment when Finn tugs at his shirt, though, and he pulls away for just long enough to get the piece of clothing off and toss it out of the way.

Immediately his hand moves to Finn's shoulder, fingertips tracing along the scar, following the path it takes down his back. His lips follow suit, kissing the marked skin, head tipping forward enough that he can catch a glimpse of it drawn across Finn's back. ]

[ The plan was a success. Jim looks great without a shirt. Finn lets his hands smooth cautiously over Jim's shoulders, his chest, his sides. When Jim presses a kiss to his shoulder, his breath catches, turns ragged around the edges of an inhale. An involuntary shift of his hips goes right along with it. ]

Sorry if that's, [ he starts, breathless, once he notices Jim lingering a little to look over. His shoulder is one thing, and he's never exactly gotten a good look at his back, but he knows it's a bit of an entity all its own. ] I mean, I know not everyone likes-- I get if it's a problem. Back there.

[ Thinking is hard with a mouth on your shoulder, so warm it's almost like a brand. Finn half-shrugs his other shoulder instead of trying to piece together something more nicely worded. Keeps reveling in the heady buzz of contact. ]

Really hoping it's not one. But I'd get it.

[ This far to the point of obvious and evident interest, it only seems fair to keep things above the table. He's not looking to leave anyone beholden to a potential sense of obligation. ]

[ He's distracted— almost too distracted, really, but to say that the scar fascinates him is putting it mildly. He's in awe, like he hasn't quite seen anything like it before. He's seen scars before, different sorts of branding and marking, but there's still something new and unique about this path drawn across Finn's back.

His focus shifts again when Finn speaks up, though, and his lips pull from the skin so he can look at him. ]

No. No, it's not— not a problem. At all. I love it.

[ He smiles, then grins a little lopsidedly, leaning in to kiss Finn again. His arms curled around Finn's waist, he keeps tracing up and down his back with his fingertips. ]

I wanna kiss it. [ He says finally when he pulls away, biting at his lower lip. ] Is that okay?

[ He's not sure if he's stepping on some kind of limit, here. Some people like that kind of attention, but Finn might be bothered by it, hell if he knows. ]

[ This is much better than "yeah, sorry, I think I should go," which is good since he tends to hope for the best and expect the worst.

Finn's forehead creases and then smooths back out in rapid succession. His expression softens.

Not entirely for the statement, as much as that's definitely part of it. Definitely the first time he's heard that one. But for the question, too. It's just nice when people ask if something's okay, or if they can do something. He's a few months out of the First Order, here, he's had time to get used to the little everyday choices, but it hasn't worn thin yet. ]

Yeah. I think so. [ It sure didn't turn out to bother him when it was his shoulder, and that was rooted in the same source. He gets the feeling he won't have a problem. But for the sake of courtesy: ] I'll let you know if it's not.

[ Consent is a pretty big thing where Jim comes from. And well, it's not about consent right now, so much as just wanting to make sure he wouldn't catch Finn off-guard or make him uncomfortable somehow.

Because evidently consent isn't an issue here.

His smile widens at the answer, and he nods. It's a good compromise, and if Finn asks him to stop, then he will. For now, though, he steps around Finn so he's standing behind him, then he leans down again to kiss the top of his scar. His lips linger there, then he starts moving lower, each touch soft, his hands trailing down Finn's sides the lower he goes. ]

[ He tenses beneath the first kiss a bit, reflex mixed with not knowing exactly when to expect it. It dissolves as quickly as it came.

Finn loosely crosses his arms at first, not entirely sure what else he's supposed to do with them, but as the contact travels lower, careful and warm-- points of light, almost, a leftover little buzz he could practically use to map out the path Jim's mouth is taking, scar or no scar-- he winds up reaching a hand back without much thought, seeking whatever contact he can find.

Between the feeling and the... dedication? Focus? Something along those lines, he's not sure what. Jim earns a few subtle full-body shudders as he proceeds, more than a few hitching or choked-off inhales as Finn's breathing starts to speed up. It's a rush sometimes, physical affection; he's almost dizzy with it the longer it goes on. No one's ever accused him of being too difficult to please.

Where he wasn't completely hard before, Finn's swiftly found himself with no stops left before that particular train pulls the rest of the way into the station. ]

[ Feeling Finn's hand reaching behind him, Jim lifts his eyes up briefly, catching that hand in his own. His fingertips slide up Finn's forearm, then back down to his wrist, thumb sweeping across the palm. It's a small gesture but it's another source of contact, another way to spark that energy between them.

His mouth keeps tracing the mark going across Finn's back, reaching as low as the waistband of his trousers. He has to sink to his knees to get that low, but he takes to the position pretty well, and it gives him more balance and room to explore as much of Finn's back with his lips as he pleases.

His other hand's a little unoccupied, though, so he gets to fixing that right away. The palm presses to Finn's hip, then his arm rounds his side completely, touch smoothing across his stomach. ]

Finn, [ He breathes against the skin, lips trailing across the small of his back. ] Turn around for me?

[ There's a slight delay between hearing the question and completely processing that it's been asked. Like a couple of seconds' worth. Finn's never been the type to fully relax or to let his thoughts drift off, but he's about as close to it as he's ever managed. He kicks his brain into gear. ]

-- yeah. Sure. [ His voice is the slightest bit hoarse.

Finn is gentle in tugging his hand free again so he can turn around as requested. Even if it's a touch awkward in execution, there's some measure of relief to at least be facing Jim again. Great face considered and all that. ]

[ Jim actually slows to a halt and pulls away a little, looking up and waiting for a response. The delay strikes him as kind of cute, admittedly. There's a small smile on his face as Finn finally turns around until he's facing him, though Jim doesn't really move from his kneeling position.

If anything he actually moves closer again, hands back on Finn's sides, though now he's kissing down his stomach and across his navel. There's a bit more of teeth and tongue involved this time around, too.

And since he spotted that lovely bulge testing the stretch of Finn's trousers, he moves a hand down to cup Finn between his legs, squeezing a little. He'll work on getting those pants open and out of the way soon enough, but he just wants to tease him a bit first. ]

[ This is what the kids call unfair. The occasional extra scrape of teeth is far from unwelcome; Finn winds up planting one hand over his mouth for a moment, and the other one finds its way to Jim's shoulder. ]

I feel like there's not much I can do for you if you're-- [ Jim's hand moves between his legs and the status shifts from unfair to "scratch that: blatantly unfair". Finn makes some very definite form of a choked-off sound, low in his throat, fingers digging into Jim's shoulder in time with it. Was he thinking with words? Sounds fake.

Some things, a person has to really work to rally from. Luckily, Finn is nothing if not stubborn. He swallows, mouth gone dry, and valiantly attempts to press on. ]

-- if you're down there. And I'm up here. [ Nailed it. ]

[ At no point was there ever a conversation about fairness, and Jim sure isn't the least bit sorry about getting Finn in his current state. Not that there was a conversation about much of anything, but— anyway.

His gaze flickers up to meet Finn's, lips curling with a hint of smug self-satisfaction. His grip tightens and loosens on Finn's bulge, hand shifting and palm rubbing against him. He wants to get more sounds out of him, possibly louder and more breathless and impatient. ]

True, but... there is a lot I can do for you while I'm down here. [ He stops with the groping and teasing for a little while, and instead reaches up for the waistband of Finn's trousers, fingers deftly working on getting them open. ] It's fine. You can— mm, make it up to me later.

[ But for now he's not planning on moving or going anywhere. The only plan he has is tug those pants down Finn's legs, which is what he does, mouthing at the clothed erection now only covered by Finn's underwear. ]

[ Okay, see, that expression. That smug face, right there. Finn feels like even if he hadn't known Jim from Perimeter Guard peripherals, he'd be very suddenly aware that he's dealing with a pilot.

He's never seen that look on someone's face who isn't a pilot.

Finn's normally very good with his filtering on a day-to-day basis. With restraint. He was raised on restraint, he knows how to stay quiet. And sure, he'll have shouts to spare if he's going down a steep toboggan track, or if a friend hits a target that's all but impossible to hit, but the closer things, the more intimate moments-- he likes to keep a handle on it.

The handle doesn't seem to want to be kept tonight. Maybe it's the powder, magnifying touches just enough, the lowered inhibitions, the awareness of how easy it would be for someone to walk in. Maybe it's the simple fact that Finn doesn't do anything like this often enough to have a handle on having a handle.

At the end of the day, the fact remains that if Jim is finding Finn's reactions gratifying, he won't be disappointed. While he's idly rubbing Finn through his pants, teasing, Finn can't get anywhere near the neighborhood of silence. He tries to tamp down on the accidental vocals, but that doesn't do anything to hide the way his breath keeps hitching, a couple of steps shy of outright panting.

"Make it up to me later" settles some of the proverbial ruffled feathers that were bothering him. He's never been much for idle hands, for not feeling like he's... contributing, somehow. But he can work with making up for it.

When Jim's mouth comes into the equation, all vocal bets are suddenly off. There they go, out the window, they lasted all of a minute. Finn lets out a brief, shuddering moan, half-into the hand he puts back over his mouth when he realizes it's coming out more loudly than he'd anticipated. Sorry if his fingernails leave imprints on Jim's shoulder, that's his bad. ]

[ Excuse you, he's not a pilot. He's a Captain, thank you very much.

... but okay, yeah, he also is a pilot. And he is a bit smug, so what. Sue him.

Jim honestly couldn't care less about what prompts Finn to be vocal right now. He doesn't even know if that's how he is normally or if this is an unusual reaction for him, but what matters is that he enjoys it immensely. Every gasp, every hitch in his breath, the short panting that comes all too easily and more audible the more Jim touches him.

The moan he gets from Finn, or rather, the way he reacts to it by trying to cover up his own mouth, lets Jim know this is definitely not the way he usually is. So much so that he seems almost caught off-guard by his own reactions. At least this time around his mouth is a little too busy for him to grin smugly again, so there's that.

He lets out a sound of his own, a hum of sorts that's muffled against Finn's bulge, tongue pressing against him just a hint. He doesn't mind the fingers digging into his shoulder in the least. It's Finn's other arm that he reaches for, trying to get him to uncover his own mouth and— touch him, fist his hair, curl at his neck, anything. ]

I wanna hear you. [ He manages in a low purr, pulling away barely an inch. His hands move to the waistband of Finn's underwear next and he pulls piece of clothing down his legs, somehow both slow and impatient.

He takes a moment to lean back and actually just— you know, stare and admire for a little while, biting at his lower lip a little. Hello soldier. ]

[ Finn doesn't waste energy on trying to sound especially collected. He's far and gone from trying to sound smooth. Eventually a person has to accept that they're going to sound breathless and non-collected for the near future. ]

You know I had a feeling you'd say that? [ Case in point. Breathless. And sardonic, in the same idle, familiar way a person might tell a friend to stop stealing fries from their plate, even while they're pushing the plate to the middle of the table.

Like, his pants are halfway down his legs. They're in a semi-private room at a rave. The sounds have already left his mouth, and they can't be taken back. A handsome man with extremely blue eyes is looking at his cock (cut, and while not about to break any records for size, at least worth the view) with unabashed interest. He thinks he can afford some familiarity.

Bickering and bantering always have come a little more easily to him than outright flirting, anyway.

In the interest of not making Jim think he's against the request in any serious capacity, especially when Jim's seemed pretty invested in expressiveness so far, Finn takes that earlier hint and sets his other hand on top of Jim's head. He pushes his fingers through Jim's hair a couple of times, because even he knows nice hair when he sees it, and curls them into a very careful fist.

He sort of glances from his hand to Jim's face, forehead creasing, and then back up. ]

Sorry-- is this okay? [ His fingers flex a little on Jim's head. ] I can-- I don't wanna do something you don't like.

[ It seems a lot better to ask that now than to find out later that Jim wasn't a fan of the hands situation the whole time. Finn takes that very seriously. Even if it may involve derailing some admiration. ]

[ Jim shrugs, raising his eyebrows a little. ] Then you shouldn't have tried to cover up your mouth.

[ Literally no one at the rave will care, Jim's sure of that. Most of the other rooms nearby are taken up by people having very much the same kind of fun they are, and that's without mentioning those few who don't give a shit about a more public setting. Like the couches, for one. If anyone happens to hear them, then quite honestly he couldn't care less. He knows for a fact no one will bat an eye at it.

He does appreciate that tone, though. At least Finn seems to be at ease enough to agree with his request, and when those fingers find their way into his hair instead, he can't help a low, warm purr, eyes sliding closed and head tipping back to more or less follow the path of those fingertips against his scalp.

The simple touch sends a thrill down his spine, goosebumps flaring across his skin. He'll always be partial to people playing with his hair, and— ah, Finn curls his fingers into a fist next, and the purr turns to a gasp instead. He opens his eyes again when Finn speaks up. ]

That's very okay. [ He wraps a hand loosely around the base of Finn's cock, thumb swiping along the underside, working its way up slowly to the crown. His lips just barely hover against the tip, breath warm when he speaks again. ] I like that... you touching my hair. Tugging too, you can do that. Don't worry, I don't mind— I like a little pain. You're fine.

[ So if Finn ends up getting a little carried away, he can rest assured that it'd take a considerable amount of force for Jim to really mind at all. With that cleared up, he parts his mouth and wraps his lips loosely around the head of Finn's erection, sucking slowly before pulling away again, tongue lapping up across the very tip. ]

[ All right. That's a green light on the hair across the board, from reactions to words (even if he sort of has to briefly close his eyes to drag together enough focus to pay attention to the actual words, because looking down is a one way ticket to complete distraction). When in doubt, rely on straightforward communication to save the day. Good.

Especially good considering how his fingers immediately tighten their grip all of a couple of seconds later.

It isn't so much a gasp he draws in as it is a full breath, which he follows with a strangled, almost surprised: ]

Oh.

[ His erection twitches beneath the attention, against Jim's tongue. It's good but so brief. When he registers that Jim's pulled away again, a little groan slips out.

Impatience and long-learned self restraint: the never ending internal war. ]

You invest a lot into "slow and close," don't you.

[ Jim's nothing if not thorough, especially when he wants to convey how he feels about something. In this case, he does vastly prefer making sure his feelings are especially clear, lest any doubt linger on Finn's mind and he ends up not playing with Jim's hair nearly as much as he otherwise would. Can't have that, now can he.

His lips curl a little, pressed lightly against the head of Finn's cock. He answers with a half-shrug. ]

I can go pretty fast too. But I've always believed that you shouldn't rush a good thing.

[ There's a thoughtful little hum, as he presses slow and sloppy kisses against the tip, tongue tracing the edge of the stretched skin. ]

No harm in speeding things up a little, though...

[ And he's not so terrible that he'd let the teasing turn to torture, so— he wraps his lips around the crown again, sucking around the girth, then slowly bobbing his head and inch by inch taking more of Finn's length into his mouth, lips tight and cheeks hollowing out just so. ]

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slaps a preemptive sexual content warning on this thread tbh

yes huffs... i always forget thank you

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