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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.

1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.

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[Zack's breath falls lightly over his skin and his hands seem to tremble and Sephiroth does not mind one bit. Neither does he mind if the other man is slow to collect himself; simply watching him climax, and watching the recovery as Zack slowly comes back to himself, is warming and arousing both. It's funny because there was a time in which he tried not to notice Zack Fair, but right now Sephiroth cannot tear his eyes away from the sight.

Zack's shifting catches on the edge of his attention, but it is the soft brush of those fingers that grabs at something inside. He finds Zack's eyes, lets the other man see the trust in his own gaze, and lets his hand fall away so Zack may do as he likes.

Please.]

[ He quells a little at the stare, something twisting inside at what he sees.

Trust. Honesty.

It's enough to make him tremble again, but he doesn't. Instead, he kisses Sephiroth again, soft and chaste, and wraps his hand around the other's length.

His grip firm, Zack starts slow before working into a faster rhythm. He remembers what Sephiroth did for him, but he's learning as he goes, too. ]

Edited 2013-07-10 07:46 (UTC)

[Zack kisses him and it's soft and sweet, and another little piece of the wall Sephiroth keeps between himself and the world breaks and crumbles. He finally closes his eyes, head dropping to Zack's shoulder, surrendering completely to Zack's attentions.

And while Zack may be a little clumsy and a little unsure, it still feels so good to have his hand wrapped around Sephiroth's length. He moans softly against skin, hips rocking to help Zack find a rhythm that Sephiroth likes. It feels so good, the slight calluses on Zack's skin just the right amount of roughness, the grip tight enough to pleasure without discomfort. If his own touch had been anything like what Zack gives to him, Sephiroth can understand why the other man fell apart so beautifully. He has a feeling that he might do much the same before long.]

[ Zack bites his lip, keeping the motion of his hand steady as he feels the beginnings of Sephiroth's response. The soft moans against his skin make him quiver inside. It was one thing to be brought to a point of complete and utter abandonment and ecstasy; it was another to do it to someone else.

He doesn't waver, though. The more he does it, he finds its easier to keep pace and rhythm, to twist and grip his hand in such a way that the most friction is induced. He wants this to be just as good for Sephiroth as it was for him, so he focuses his full attention on just this -- stroking, squeezing, and pumping the hardness in his hand until release finally comes.

Nipping and licking softly at what skin he can reach, he encourages that way too. He can't do much with his other hand, but hopefully this will be enough. ]

[Zack is good; he's attentive to Sephiroth's soft moans and the shifting of his hips, and the motions are becoming smoother and more deliberate. He's losing his tightly-held control bit by bit, letting it slip away with every touch and nip and squeeze that Zack grants him.

It doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should.

As the pressure, the need builds, it's surprisingly easy to let go. A shudder wracks Sephiroth's entire body; hands tighten on skin and Zack's name falls from his lips in a desperate cry as Sephiroth finally, finally surrenders. It's mind-blowing, the rush of pleasure through every fiber of his being, and it's all he can do to just hold on to the other man.

Sephiroth has never before trusted someone this completely to bare himself so fully.]

[ He feels it before it happens.

Bracing himself for what he knows with be a powerful release, he holds onto the other and works him through the rush, careful yet deliberate. His stomach clenches when Sephiroth calls his name (no one's ever said his name like that), and it's an effort to remain steady.

When it's finally over, Zack releases Sephiroth slowly. Kissing the underside of his throat, Zack wraps both arms around his superior and just...stays like that.

They've exposed themselves, completely and utterly, and though he doesn't regret it, it's new. A little gentleness and quiet will go a long way to smoothing things over. ]

[Zack's arms come around him, he feels Zack's lips against his throat, and Sephiroth surrenders to the desire to just be, relaxing into Zack's embrace as his heart rate slowly returns to normal. Bit by bit he's coming back to himself, and slowly finding out things on the way, things like the way Zack's breathing sounds, or how their legs are still tangled together, or how he doesn't even really mind that they're a mess. His hand has come to rest on Zack's hip, and he squeezes once, lightly, to let the other know that he's back.

His clean hand eventually finds its way into Zack's hair, carding through the locks and tugging fondly. He's in no hurry to move either.]

[ It doesn't matter to him that they're a mess, either. The feel of the other so close and warm is all he cares about, and he has no real desire to untangle himself from his friend.

Squeezing a little in turn, Zack makes a small, contented noise when fingers tangle in his hair. He tilts his head slightly, facilitating the attention.

It's catlike, maybe, but he likes that quite a bit. ]

Edited 2013-07-11 02:38 (UTC)

[The room is a little cool for being naked, and the couch isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but Sephiroth does not mind when the company is so good. The sensation of Zack's body under him, while not arousing as it had been earlier, is now a comfort: his skin is warm and soft, his breathing a welcome rhythm, his arms secure without being confining.

He is, in this moment, the embodiment of things Sephiroth hadn't known he could want. It's at once a startling realization, and one for which he is in some respects thankful. That Zack is so Zack helps.

He makes an amused noise as Zack quite obviously tips his head for attention. It's something he's more than willing to give, idle motions turning more deliberate. He's in no hurry to be anywhere else right now.]

[ It means a great deal, what they've done today. Though the circumstances were less than ideal, they've certainly made the best of it. He trusted Sephiroth before all of this, and though 'romantic love' isn't really the right term, he does feel...something. Strong ties he never wants to see severed.

Shifting slightly, the soft noises continue. The pressure and friction against his scalp feels so nice, he can't help it. He closes his eyes, a quiet hum resonating in his throat.

This definitely isn't what he expected to come of this day, but right now, he has absolutely no complaints. ]

[Sephiroth too feels a connection of some sort, though he has no words to put to it. That lack is one he's trying not to let bother him though, at least not in the moment, because it's much more pleasant to just exist in the moment.

An echo of a chuckle rumbles through him when Zack's contented noises escalate into almost a purr. Sephiroth shifts again, reaching around until he can grab the coat they'd knocked on the floor in their earlier haste, dragging the heavy leather over them. It's not the best covering for this, but it does lend at least an illusion of being snug together.

He doesn't even wish to get up to see if the door has been unlocked yet.]

[ Zack opens his eyes when Sephiroth moves, and for a very brief moment, he thinks (alarmed and unprepared to part) that the other is about to leave. It's not so, thankfully, and a hint of amusement crosses his face as the other pulls his coat over them.

Though none of this can compare to sharing time in a bed with sheets and blankets (which is a thought he actually likes, now that it's come to mind), it is cozy, at the very least.

Brushing a few strands of silver out of Sephiroth's face with a clean hand, Zack tucks them behind his ear. He leans up a little, catching Sephiroth's lips in a soft, compelling kiss.

As far as he's concerned, the door can open itself. ]

[Sephiroth squeezes Zack's hip when his eyes fly open, trying to reassure the younger man that no, he's not leaving. Really, he should have thought about the implications of his own shifting around and offered the reassurance before he'd even started to move. But it's soothed now and he settles once again over Zack, positioning carefully so he doesn't crush the other man uncomfortably under his weight.

Sephiroth smiles as Zack's hand comes up to attend to his hair; Zack is thorough in a way that's endearing. He almost releases his own grip on hair to catch the hand as it escapes, but Zack distracts him by leaning up instead and Sephiroth loses all interest in the fingers that had so captured his attention a mere moment ago. He returns the kiss, lingering it in out of sheer enjoyment of lips moving against lips. It's a simple thing, lacking the heat of their earlier embrace, but it's heartfelt and honest.

There's no real rush to leave anyway.]

[ No rush to leave, indeed.

Whatever work or assignments needed doing, Zack has all but forgotten them at this point. Though there's no longer that all-consuming need driving his actions, he still craves that contact, the warmth of skin on skin.

Zack lets it last, shifting a little so he can feel the other better. Kissing slowly and languidly, one might almost think they have all the time in the world.

He feels comfortable like this and doesn't want it to end. ]

[The lure of laying together is not quite as much a furiously burning need as touching each other had been, but it is just as addictive. Zack's skin is warm against his own, his mouth still hot and wet, and Sephiroth finds he has little desire to do anything other than lay together with hands leisurely petting over skin and trading soft kisses back and forth.

It's a kind of contentment he's never experienced before.

And perhaps it is no surprise that he's lost track of the time since they'd taken that last potion dosage, since they'd started everything leading to this moment. A small, insistent noise tugs at Sephiroth's attention until he breaks away from Zack enough to recognize the ringing of one of their phones. Which one of their phones is up for debate though, along with the device's exact location because— as is seen when looking away from Zack— their clothes have been rather well scattered.

Oh well. The thing will eventually roll over to voicemail anyway.]

[ Zack has experienced contentment like this before -- perhaps not in exactly the same way, but he knows what it's like to feel safe and warm and wanted. It's just never been something so close and profound.

Humming softly, he almost doesn't notice the insistent, muffled sound coming from somewhere in the room. It's only when Sephiroth breaks away that he notices it -- and promptly frowns. Whose phone was that, and why didn't they shut it off?

The annoyingly cheerful chime persists only so long however, and he's about to go back to what he was doing (namely, kissing)...except there's another sound.

A soft rumble breaks the silence, and Zack immediately blushes.

His stomach just made itself known. ]

[The phone does eventually stop ringing several seconds after it should have by Sephiroth's opinion. He turns back to Zack at just about the time that Zack's stomach decides to rumble. He does manage to hide most of the smile, but some thread of amusement is still likely there on his face. He strokes a hand along Zack's cheek, feeling the heat of the blood rising there.]

Perhaps we should— [Move. Get up. Separate. All these words would fit, but Sephiroth likes none of them. They all imply a parting of ways, and he is not entirely sure that course of action is one he wants to immediately pursue.] —relocate.

[That word sounds much better to his ears, murmured as it is between them. Part f him retains some surprise that he'd even suggested it, but a larger part of him just feels it as right, even if he cannot quite reconcile why.]

[ The heat in his cheeks seems to intensify when Sephiroth brushes a hand over his skin. He's beyond embarrassed, really, but there's nothing for it now.

The suggestion, though -- he blinks. He never even really thought of it, content to stay like this indefinitely, but...perhaps, it's for the best. ]

...Okay.

[ The question is where. There aren't really any private places beyond their own quarters.

He thinks about this a moment, and eventually he poses the tentative question: ]

My room...?

[Sephiroth is not trying to call deliberate attention to the other man's embarrassment, but perhaps it is an unfortunate side effect of his touch. Even so it's not enough to make him want to pull away, because Zack's skin is still soft and warm and even pinked like this he looks good.

He looks entirely kissable too, but Sephiroth restrains the urge because there are other considerations at the moment.]

Mmm...

[It's a thoughtful noise; the question had been tentative on Zack's part, and Sephiroth's answer is equally so.] ...Yes. If you will have me as a guest.

Edited (wording) 2013-07-15 05:55 (UTC)

[ The answer may be tentative, but something in his stomach flutters a little at the acceptance. Eyes bright, he smiles and (again) brushes silver hair out of his friend's face. ]

I think I can handle it.

[Sephiroth's eyes close in a slow blink at the brush of fingertips; it's an expression of comfort with the touch.]

Should I meet you there? Or...?

[Sadly, it means they probably have to get up relatively soon, but that's a small sacrifice.]

Yeah.

[ He needs to straighten up a little and (of course) get cleaned up himself. ]

In fifteen?

[Yes, now that they are starting to shift around a little, it's coming more to Sephiroth's attention that a shower would do both of them good, alongside a change of clothing.]

Yes. [A pause.] Should I bring anything with me...?

[ He smiles a bit a shakes his head. ]

Nah.

[ Just you. ]

We can get takeout.

[ As much as Angeal tried to teach him, this boy doesn't really have the patience to cook. ]