"No!" he says with his face's mouth, even though he is now staring openly.

"I think you mean 'yes'," Peter nearly purrs. "I think you do want to suck me off. I think you even want to unzip your jeans and free that monster I see right there to stroke yourself while you do it."

"...I... do?"

"You do," Peter confirms. "Now come and do it."

Don seems thoroughly convinced, and does it.

Even more people are recording it, now, but Don seems just as horny as Peter, if the state of his cock is anything to go by, oozing precum onto the ground between Peter's legs. And he's not very good at this—clearly he doesn't have a ton of experience giving blowjobs—but what he lacks in skill he certainly makes up for in confidence and effort.

Peter rolls his head back and starts moaning, petting Don's head and calling his name as well as several other expletives every now and then. He gently nudges Don's head this or that way to indicate what he likes best, and the man does seem eager to please and follows the pointers well. After that while of edging himself and the continued attention he's getting, it does not take him very long to come all over Don's face.

(Don looks very pleased by this and simultaneously confused by his own pleasure. He comes only a couple of seconds after this happens.)

And now, Peter is...

...

...teleporting right back home, leaving a very confused crowd of horny, shocked, or otherwise-curious onlookers behind.

He immediately steps into the shower and turns the water cold, cold, freezing cold, and steps under it before he can think better of it.

That went... a way. He feels, not exactly embarrassed, but guilty. It's always guilty. He's not sure if there were any children there to see him, he didn't look that hard, but what if there were. He could've... could've...

...could've what? He's already thought about this. Why is it even called "post-nut clarity" when all he's clear on is how unhorny he is and how he really doesn't want anything to do with sex anymore.

Don...

.......he feels guilty about Don in particular. He can easily talk himself out of the guilt about generic people watching—that first person was pretty much the prototypical "shocked" interaction he expected, and while he's sure the world will generate some fun online discourse about the scene people will continue to be the way they are. But there's something about Don that makes him feel... worse than he'd been expecting.

Which of course makes no sense. Don was enthusiastically participating. There was no thorny consent issue involved, there, he literally did want to be there and seemed to have his own fun.

...except...

...does he feel like NPCs can't meaningfully consent or something?

(Also: oh man this was the first time he's had sex since... well, being created, actually, memories notwithstanding. He was literally a virgin until now. But he doesn't seem to care so much about that, since he didn't feel like he'd never had sex before, so, whatever.)

Okay, but wait, how the fuck can he simultaneously hold that NPCs aren't properly people and that wait actually that does make sense, does he feel like it's, what, sort of like having sex with a dog or something?

But...

His first response to that is "if they can't consent, who can?", to which obviously one can say "the world doesn't need to be fair and it certainly doesn't owe you the existence of sexual partners". Which, fair enough, brain, touché.

And yet... well...

His intuitions about what dogs are like don't match real dogs. His intuitions about what people are like don't match real people. And what real people are like also doesn't match his intuitions about what dogs should be like. Real people seem to all be, like, he's literally been calling them NPCs in his head. He's literally called people NPCs to their faces and the best they could muster was being offended by being called a name. No one's offered an actual objection or anything.

And every interaction he's had with a person has always been hollow in that way. He's gotta admit that he's been trying to not actually reach the final conclusion that everyone literally is completely and 100% not a person, because 1. that's a fucking villain origin story and he doesn't want to be a villain, 2. principle of caution, he could be wrong and it would be very very bad to be wrong, 3. he has a suspicion or hope that it is possible to, for lack of a better word, uplift NPCs and turn them into people, and 4. it'd be a very difficult habit to break. But the model that keeps correctly predicting his experiences is the model wherein people just are exactly like video game NPCs. He even managed to actually calculate various heuristics for the theory of numerical representation of relationships he came up with early on—it's not a single number, there are some other state variables involved, and while it's not perfect it's good enough that Peter decided to stop working on it because focusing that much on it was just getting depressing.

Okay, let's try to back up and stop thinking about whether people "are people" or not. This question is holding more water than it should be. Let's think about harm instead.

Whatever other people are, they seem to not quite work in the way Peter's intuitions say they should. In particular, even when he's mean to them, people don't seem to be quite hurt in the way he thinks he would be hurt in their place. They most certainly don't hold grudges, or at least any grudges that can't be appropriately summarised by the magical relationship numbers that get constantly updated. Emotional harm definitely doesn't seem to stick, which is a pretty important element in his understanding of morality, he thinks. So, sure, maybe being gratuitously shocking and getting a public blowjob did in fact cause some harm to some people, but unless he is woefully misunderstanding them they will be... well... fine.

They'll be fine.

And Don certainly seemed fine. He is... probably... not going to be irreparably harmed by having had consensual, public sex with Peter. He might get his reputation damaged—Peter will have to see how his actions will reverberate—and, yeah, Peter does want to avoid irreparably harming people's reputation—but to the extent anyone has agency, he should not be holding himself as the ultimate cause of their actions. Don could have refused. If Don wanted to avoid the repercussions of being filmed in a public park blowing a stranger, he could have just said no.

He didn't.

Peter has a huge ego, but it's not so big that he thinks his cock has hypnotic qualities that cause other people to make decisions they don't want to make.

...brrrrrr okay this cold shower is too cold and he wants to warm up instead. He takes a proper shower—potion notwithstanding it is still pretty nice and relaxing to do it—then steps out and dries off before heading to his computer to see what damage his little public display has caused.

Well. His video went viral. The conservatives are going crazy, saying is this what the free bodies movement wants and woke youth going too far and whatever the hell else.

But there are actually "woke youth" who are praising his brave display of self-expression and comfort in his own skin and sexuality. Also, literally no one is even mentioning the way he vanished into thin air. He supposes the existence of wizards isn't a secret or anything but he had the impression it was at least less out-in-the-open than that. He supposes his cock is good enough to steal the scene like that.

Also, from the video: holy fucking shit Don's dick is immense, he hadn't had the opportunity to really look. And it's been long enough that he's getting horny again.

But actually. He. Kind of wants to see if he can find Don and get to know him?

He's. Not sure why. But he does.

Investigative techniques to the rescue, it's actually not hard to find him. Dude's got a huge Simstagram following, big het vibes with hot babes at the beach and all that, but—he actually uploaded one of the videos, himself, to his Simstagram. It's his current active story.

Peter supposes that answers the question of whether Don endorses having done it. That's his bi coming out right there.

He feels oddly warm inside about that.

He messages Don.

hey!

this is Peter, from earlier today

sorry about, uh, vanishing like that

i had fun

Don turns out to be online.

hi peter!

i had fun too

that was my first time

Yyyep, he guessed.

first time with a guy, you mean?

yeah

What does he say next.

Help???

He uh. Uh.

say, do you wanna meet up sometime for coffee or something?

i'd love to

how about tonight at chez deux chats?

Peter has no clue where Chez Deux Chats is but he can figure it out probably.

sure

8 sound fine?

it's a date

...a date??????

He. Supposes it is?????

He is having feelings about this and he's not entirely sure what they are.

He's tired of introspection, though, he's done it enough for today. He can have mysterious feelings he doesn't quite understand, it's fine.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in the near-fugue state that practising magic is, and it helps get him all the way back to recentered. He doesn't learn any new spells, but that's expected—nowadays he has to spend multiple days doing it before he gets a new one. It's still a constant form of exercise that does in fact noticeably improve his prowess at spellcasting over time.

Eventually it's 7:59 so he stops, puts shoes and a tie on (it amuses him), and teleports to the appropriate location after finding it on Siimgle Maps.