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some time in may after the party that never ended

[parillegal]

hey hey cay-cay!

how are you doing? adjusting well?

[she absolutely has ulterior motives for messaging him. the memories behind those motives might be fuzzy, but her phone notes definitely say "prnicess msuic club" (totally nailed it on the third word, nice) and she is 99.9% certain the fuzzy redhead in her memory around this note is indeed Cater Diamond.]

some say they're still partying to this day

[caycay]

OMG hey girl heeeeey!!! 😉
u bet I am!! everything's coming up cay-cay tbh LOL
how've u been??? we gotta hang soon!

[parillegal]

that's great! glad you're having an easy time : ) let me know if you have any problems!


we do have to see each other! how else will princess music club get started?

[caycay]

u r so right and SO real

[Princess Music Club...that's right. How could he have forgotten? The many, many drinks he had during that party could only work so hard.]

we have so much planning to do 👑🎸🤘🤘🤘 LOL
I'm excited 2 get cookin!!!
u me and kalim have gotta find a home base

[parillegal]

yeah!! (و•̀ᴗ•́)۶⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ me too!

the garden changes up too much and idk if there's community rooms in the hotel but i'll find out. until then, we can all meet up at my room if you want!

[is she stupid or does she just really trust the two strange boys she's inviting to her room? yes!]

[caycay]

[It's a good thing that Cater and Kalim are basically harmless. Basically.]

sounds like a plan 2 me 🤝 when should we hold our inaugural PMC meetup??
we'll make sure we bring lots of snacks!!! 😋

[parillegal]

[they're bad influences maybe, but she was probably going to do stupid things regardless...]

um... everyone's always busy on saturdays so how abouuuuut thuuuuursdays?

speaking of snacks, does kalim eat stuff if YOU eat it first?

[caycay]

Yeah, pretty much. Like he trusts whatever Lils and I get him isn't gonna be poisoned but we'd still take the first bite.

[Man, a rough way to live. Cater can't imagine not being able to put whatever he wants in his mouth at all times.]

can't say I mind it from my end tho, 'cause I like food LOL
does worry me abt him tho...is he still doing that here???? it's not like anyone would want to poison him...

[parillegal]

that's what I said! but it looks like it's still a big problem. or it was worse before mr. lion showed up?

[she loves food, too... which is probably why she's so bothered seeing it happen, more than any noble cause. Just pure sympathy over a terrible relationship with food...

also she absolutely knows "mr. lion"'s name. she just can't get over the fact he's a lion.]

but if you're around, it'll probably be okay.

so what kind of snacks are you into?

time isn't real but it's after the party

[prodigalgun]

[after a heart to heart, a meeting, and quick walk home montage, Fearless and Cater find themselves in the Hellraiser Hotel again. The inside of Fearless's apartment can only be described as 'retrofuturistic', with clean white metal walls all segmented with orange accents. it isn't immediately clear where the closet or bathroom or anything else is, at least not to someone who isn't from 216X Mars.

what is immediately visible is the bed at the far end of the room, the sunken 'conversation pit' style reclining area with its orange leather couchette, a window directly across from the door letting in the blurry view of a glowing neon night in Tharsis. There's also some kind of tiny little kitchenette in the corner, and if Cater looks up, one of those segmented walls is retracted for a view of the stars one could never get in a city.

there is very little in the way of personal effects in the room despite Fearless saying he's been here a year. a little trash can by the door is littered with takeout boxes, there's like four ashtrays on separate surfaces, and there's an actual car engine in front of the couch, but other than that and the pre-furnished parts, it's rather bare.]

Go ahead and get comfy. Or, uh, you can leave your stuff on the table, if you want.

[he himself goes over to the coffee table that is next to that car engine, starting to pull his keycard, phone, a pack of actual cigarettes and the joints he'd snagged from earlier and his wallet, out to drop on the table, too.]

[caycay]

[By the time they reach Fearless' room, Cater is definitely more subdued. There's still a buzz he's riding on, but between his overall demeanor and ability to walk steadily on his feet, it's clear that the combination of water, fresh air, and time has helped him move a significant pace closer to lucidity. For awhile, he just kind of takes it in, curious as he is enchanted by these unfamiliar aesthetics.]

Never seen vibes quite like these, before. I really dig it, actually.

[He'd be tempted to take some photos, but...nah. Not right now. He pauses, instead, to watch Fearless emptying his pockets. Considers for a quiet moment...then comes over, adding his own few possessions onto the table as well. There's not much--just his phone and keycard, seeing that he'd sort of just bounced around from location to location all day and night since his arrival without ever stopping to acclimate himself. It felt like it meant something, though, to put them down. An affirmation that he wasn't planning on trying to cut and run.]

Don't spend a lot of time here, do you?

[prodigalgun]

[Fearless doesn't look at Cater when he answers;]

Well, y'know. I stay busy.

[—but he does look up at Cater after that, still all gentle with his smile.]

There is food, though, if you're hungry. And we can smoke more if you want.

[hands resting in his pockets, Fearless sort of wiggles slowly side to side, still angling himself toward Cater. it's probably going to become clear Fearless doesn't tend to sit or stand very still for very long, but it's not exactly like he's antsy that Cater's here, either.]

[caycay]

[Cater knew the signs of a house you didn't consider yours. Of course, a hotel room in Hell was effectively a rental space by definition. Cater wasn't going to look into it too hard right now--it was better, anyway, if neither of them learned too much more about each other. In the span of one night, he already felt like he'd revealed too much of himself. It was less dangerous to do that with a stranger, but only if they stayed strangers.

Fearless had said he wanted to see him again, so...it was time to be a bit more cautious.]

Nah. I'm pretty bloated from all that liquid in me. I don't mind smoking more.

[He could go either way, on that. If Fearless wanted to smoke more, he'd smoke with him. If he didn't, that was fine, too. Cater's eyes keep going back over to that peek of stars.]

Would it be cool if we sat over there?

[prodigalgun]

Sure, yeah.

The bathroom's past that— orange wall there? It opens when you step up to it, so.

Whenever you need it.

[Fearless grabs the pack off the table and beckons Cater along with him to the bed, where the view is most easily accessed long-term without neck pain. He flops onto his back with his legs hanging off the edge, leaving room for Cater on the other side and starting to pull one of those joints out again.

he doesn't particularly care what happens one way or another from here. there's a lot of things that could happen that might be nice, but he isn't particularly leaning one way or another tonight. if anything, Cater's already given him enough tonight, making him feel for just a moment the way he did around Angel— at least, similarly.

so he waits, really, for some kind of indication of what Cater needs in return, fussing with the joint until he's got it how he wants it and breathing a little puff of flame out to light it.]

[caycay]

[It's a tossup for Cater, too. As he flops down beside Fearless, he's still trying to decide where his head is at. He was the kind of person who could force himself to be energized even when he was running on empty, which...he's realizing now that he's horizontal, he very much is. Social battery hovering dangerously at 1%. The problem was, the guy he was with was much more likely to notice if Cater was forcing it, and he didn't want Fearless to think he was doing that because of him. Like he wanted it any less.

No, he did want to get fucked. He wanted to wrap himself up in anything that would allow him respite from his own brain. Wanted, in turn, to show Fearless a good time for the attention and consideration he'd given.

But right now, he can't stop staring at those stars.]

It's so beautiful.

[prodigalgun]

Nice, right?

Almost makes me miss being out in space.

[terrible place to live. beautiful place to die. really strange place to revisit when dead.

He blows little rings of smoke that spiral out and disappear before they reach the skylight, passing the joint absently Cater's way, tapping his wrist with the back of his hand for attention.]

I know the views in these places aren't real, but they do a damn good job of looking like it.

[caycay]

You were in space? That explains it...I've never seen stars look like this on the ground. Not even when I went stargazing outside the city.

[Whatever city or town he was in at the time. Not even on Sage Island. The view here can't compare, even if it's just a magical copy. Cater accepts the joint, taking a slow, unhurried drag.

Almost, though, Fearless had said. Cater wasn't distracted enough not to notice. He passes the joint back again, but doesn't comment on that admission. Between that, and the overall unlived-in state of the room, a picture was slowly painting itself. A place that didn't hold very many happy memories.]

I've liked looking at the stars as long as I can remember. I like studying them.

> from Shrooms thread

[effortaverse]

[ de previo ]

[...ah. well, Leona is only mortal. it's his own grave he's dug, and he'll have to deal with the consequences. it isn't fair, really, how he doesn't want Cater to lean away. why'd he come up with the stupid idea of bothering to get undressed in the first place, again? certainly there were steps to skip—

but Leona steps out of his jeans, and there are no underwear as a buffer between Cater's eyes and Leona's not-hard-but-definitely-not-fully-flaccid dick. there's no reason to be ashamed, of course, which is why Leona says nothing, just— moves the way he should, to help get himself fully bare.]

[caycay]

[Once again, the energy has shifted. Maybe it was inevitable, once clothes had started coming off. For once, Cater hadn't at all been angling for this...but he can't say he's displeased with the outcome, either. If the simple thought of our clothes will get wet is going to end up as something this much more intimate, well, might as well keep going.

Still, while Cater's not shy about taking in an eyeful (it's hard not to, when he has to bend down to finish pulling down Leona's pants, and to discard them from the tub once he's stepped free of them), something stops him from just going for it the way he'd so boldly touched Leona's tail. It's not exactly that he felt apprehension...but that it felt against the spirit of this whole night to turn this into something blatantly sexual.

Not yet. Not so fast.

Cater's hands slide up Leona's thighs as he straightens up again. Exploring the other pieces of skin he'd yet to see and feel for himself. His eyes slide up Leona's body to his face again as he presses their bodies back together, a slight question in his gaze as he tries to determine which one of them is going to be undressing him in return.]

[effortaverse]

[Leona's answer comes not in his gaze but in the immediate reach of his hands to grasp at Cater's shirt. he is insistent, even if not urgent. whether or not it is proper or right for a prince to be on this end of service is not on Leona's mind. he is focused only on taking Cater for himself, selfishly, selfishly.

that shirt gets flung to the side once Cater's let Leona take it off, and as much as Leona'd like to just press himself flush to him, he isn't done. he starts at Cater's belt next, settling for once again gently bumping his forehead to Cater's, a coded level of affection.]

[caycay]

[Leona's leaving no uncertainty. His clothes are being removed as if they're in a hurry--and how can Cater not respond to that kind of need? Cater had been met with plenty of different attitudes and energies with his explorations in intimacy, the different partners he's had. But this was the first time that he felt not necessarily just desired but needed. The desperate, greedy urgency--Cater could get addicted to being handled like this. Dangerous.

It's going to be harder for them to get his pants off this way but Cater can't wait--with their foreheads together he tilts his lips up to kiss Leona again, this time harder than the last one, at the same time assertive and inviting. He didn't need words to tell Leona that it was okay to take as much of him as he wanted. It was like they had said: if they wanted it, they should take it. And they'd just established there wasn't necessarily a too much, with each other, hadn't they?]

[effortaverse]

[Leona indulges him with that kiss for a little, matching Cater's insistence, forgetting his task himself. there's no reason to rush, right? what does time even mean anymore?

but eventually his hands recall what they were doing, and the belt gets tugged away and dropped onto the floor. the slide of a zipper, and Leona starts shoving down Cater's pants, too, finally— if reluctantly— breaking their hungry kiss to make it easier.

it's fine, though. as much as he's into it, there's more places on Cater's body he'd like to put his mouth.]

[caycay]

[When their kiss breaks this time, Cater's breathing harder, panting as Leona moves down his body. Almost on instinct, as soon as he's stepped out of his bottoms he's found his hands in Leona's hair, fingers brushing past those coarsely-furred ears as they slide farther back. He is definitely not flaccid, himself, Leona fill find--but is that all that surprising, now?

The sensations were all colored so differently from how Cater was used to them. Shapes and hues dancing across his vision that had evolved from what they were before. That peaceful softness was being edged out for something more vibrant. If Leona wanted to taste him more, Cater wanted to be tasted more. To see for himself just how those lips and those sharp teeth and that rough tongue felt on his body.]

Leona...

[Cater only breathes his name, but it certainly sounds like a plea for more. Maybe being devoured by a lion wouldn't be nearly as bad as one would expect.]

[effortaverse]

[perhaps it isn't surprising, but it's certainly gratifying, the way Cater wants him. Leona could certainly get used to the sound of his name said that way.

Cater's scent is heady with his arousal and as Leona eases himself back up, he keeps his mouth open. he breathes in, dipping toward Cater's collarbone and dragging his tongue up the skin to Cater's neck until Leona can get his mouth on it.

yes, there is a bath to run, water to soak in, but that can wait until after Leona's teeth have left little red dents in Cater's skin. he wraps his arms around Cater just so that he can drag those claws down Cater's back in a long, languid motion with little greater aim than just the experience, than just the touch. every touch feels so much more exciting than before— so how could he not indulge? was an experience this rich not made for someone like him?]

[caycay]

[Fuck--oh, fuck it felt so good. Each nip that left his skin tender was like a firework going off in his brain. Claws on his skin--not too hard as to damage him but just enough to really feel them--were like matches getting struck to life. But the burn was perfect, a fire that activated his nerves. He's like putty in Leona's hands and he knows it, but doesn't care if it makes him look pathetic. How can he care, when being pathetic feels so perfect?

Cater's body curves into Leona's, his own hell-granted claws massaging their way down his scalp, the back of his neck, and his shoulders before finally finding purchase to hold himself to him. Indulgent was a good word for all that this was. Even if Cater was the one who was being indulged upon, there was no way not to feel the effects for himself.]