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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2021-01-10 07:56 pm
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TDM #16


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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is rather cold and icy.



» » » WALKING TOUR




The cold, icy winter weather has seen to it that there is an unfortunate interruption with the usual city tour for the newest arrivals to Duplicity. Some of the train tracks have a dangerous amount of ice coating them and sections of travel are now unavailable via train.

City officials still believe that the tours are important to integrate new LIERs to Duplicity so they have organised personal walking tours held by current LIERs. New arrivals will be paired with their own tour guide; they can take the suggested path or take their barely dressed charge on a more ad-hoc tour. It might be considerate to let them change into something warmer first!

Important landmarks and checkpoints like Fiddler’s Square, North Park, The Up and Down Courts, the People Zoo and of course S.L.U.T. need to be marked off on the tours but there have also been fun local stores which have set-ups for free samples and information booklets. What order and how people travel to them is up to them.



« « « GALLERIA OF SEX


(CW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub/non-con)

One of the stops along these new walking tours is a temporary educational art installation that has been set up to display and talk about the rich variety of kinks that are popular in Duplicity. Newcomers are invited to come inside the building, sit on the human furniture to watch and learn or volunteer to participate themselves.

Each section has local LIERs and graduated citizens there to help walk those new to the program through the displays, explaining the appeal and draw of each kink.

Live demonstrations or performance art are carried out by LIERs who have volunteered, been conscripted or are fulfilling a sentence that would normally land them in the People Zoo. They can and will ask anyone and everyone to step up and be part of the artwork themselves.

Some of the displays set up will feature:
  • Naked Submissives have been bound and posed with their bodies arched in visually pleasing positions. They are surrounded with candles burning around them and guests are invited to drip the hot wax across their bodies to add to the artwork that is their naked skin.
  • Zap your lover or the volunteers with an electrical wand and discover the way it can make the skin tingle and muscles tense in just the right place at just the right moment.
  • The image of cum dripping from a well used Submissive is considering something to appreciate visually so stations have been set up with glory holes and kneeling participants to have their faces and buttocks painted over the course of the day.
  • A variety of whips, canes and paddles have been set out next to padded benches for Submissives to bend themselves over. The marks they leave are something to be proud of.
  • No art display in Duplicity is complete without an ode to bondage, one room will be entirely devoted to participants being suspended from the ceiling, held in positions that will test their stamina and flexibility and leave the most gorgeous bruises.

We encourage players not to limit themselves in regards to what is on display. There are many more kinks than the ones listed, and Duplicity considers all kinds of sexual acts a form of art.

Photo taking is encouraged throughout the exhibition, especially when your own participation is concerned. If you missed the chance to do so, in the moment, you need not worry as the gift shop at the end of the gallery will have many different prints taken over the course of the exhibition available for purchase. Take home a keepsake of your first day in Duplicity.




« « « ICE TO SEE YOU


(CW: exhibitionism)

Winter does make it harder in Duplicity to enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh that could be on offer in the warmer months. Most who live in the city still need to wrap up with many layers when the weather turns so chilly. But that’s not saying that the city can’t find ways to help keep its residents in the mood.

It will first be noticeable to those trying their hand at streaming or posting video footage onto the network. Regardless of a character's state of dress while recording, they will appear completely naked to those watching and no amount of covering up with more articles of material will change that.

Others might see it as they set about on their first days getting used to the city’s layout, glancing into a shop window they will notice their own state of undress in their reflection. You might even see it in a particularly shiny bit of ice but no matter where you look, all reflective surfaces will show everyone in their birthday suits, naked as the day they were born.



« « « BLADES OF GLORY


(CW: exhibitionism, dubcon, drugging)

In a bid to encourage individuals to get out and keep active despite the chilly weather, the city has transformed one of the large tennis courts in the Up into a makeshift outdoor skating rink. In the recreation building attached to the courts-turned-rink the change rooms have been outfitted for people to change into more appropriate clothing. There is also at the front of the building an area to rent skates.

Many who get on the ice see no reason to keep apart, as many contracted couples can be seen holding hands or chasing each other as they skate. In the change rooms it isn’t uncommon to see a bit of hanky panky or people getting off at helping others in and out of their skates. There also seems to be a small hot chocolate stand set up inside the building where characters can buy a warm drink to sip on while taking a break from skating. The drink may leave those that consume it feeling especially warm and frisky, with perhaps a bit of extra energy they need to burn off - skating might not cut it.




« « « MOD & OOC NOTES


Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character would rather have a dog for a pet they are Dominant. If they would rather have a cat for a pet they are Submissive. If your character is from a canon that has neither, pick the choice you believe they would prefer more.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new tdms with different designations for fun!

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!




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belligerents: (t u r n)

[personal profile] belligerents 2021-02-21 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Lucky is a subjective turn anywhere, but I can tell you someone who has been both designations that being a Dom does have some perks. I'd just suggest getting out of the Dom apartments as soon as possible though. [Just a bit of advice, though she can extrapolate if he needed.

Once she gets to one of the platform she checks the time and knows there's a train coming in a few minutes.]


Honestly no one has a clue what they want with us. Their line is some medical experimentation. But you never hear about it. Maybe once or twice two years ago, but there's not a lot I can even try and explain that they've done-- that they have the ability to do. Pulling people from different times in their own timeline, different universes? Sending people back home, people coming with no memories. The longer I'm here the more I wonder if they even know what they are doing. If it's all a fluke, and they're just trying to profit off of it in some way.
beholdings: (smirk)

[personal profile] beholdings 2021-02-21 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
The answer has its intended effect, and Elias smiles without any particular kindness, seeing his unspoken point taken.

"At the moment? Absolutely none," he answers, and Jon's welcome to sense every ounce of honesty in that statement. "I haven't been in this city terribly long, Jon. And I've no current interest in re-instating the Institute here, if that's what concerns you."
talkscrap: (looking around)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Gosh, Luxaela really is undressing... well, of course he is. That's what this place is for, right?! For changing clothes. To keep from staring - and to get rid of the weird awkwardly one-sided feeling that comes with that - Aoba halfway turns away, just barely starting to undress, himself. He doesn't get very far, though. He's only about a zipper down when he turns back to sneak a peek at Luxaela - and OH BOY is Luxaela way ahead of him!!

At this point, Aoba should honestly be freaking the hell out, but between that hot chocolate and Luxaela's casual attitude, the shock that Aoba would normally feel is nowhere to be found. Besides, maybe being nude is perfectly normal for Ileovoth? ... Actually, it really should be! Those markings would have no purpose otherwise, right?!

Really, though, it's only maybe 10% of Aoba's brain that is trying to logic this out. For the most part, he is fascinated, with no further thoughts at all.

"I do." Aoba, that was probably not a serious question... but, look, he's just saying what he feels. An honest question deserves a stupid answer, and everything. "They really are... beautiful..."

He does, even now, have enough would-be decency to feel embarrassed when his eyes drift down to Luxaela's crotch, but even though he looks up again, he has no reservations about reaching out and touching the markings on Luxaela's chest. He really is... so big, too...
killersong: (Default)

[personal profile] killersong 2021-02-21 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
yeah?

[She’s about the first one. The others have been exasperated with Dinah and her apparent reluctance to free herself from Roman.]

What did you do to put yourself away?
biolightning: (flustered)

nsfw: xeno genitalia

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Luxaela lets him stare. He knows that to another species, his body may be a little strange.

Still, his breath nearly hisses inward as Aoba goes straight for his tits, his cheeks burning a deep purple. Surprised, and perhaps a little turned-on, his nipples slightly peak for the attention they're given. His markings give an additional, little flare of light that dies down again quickly enough.

He clears his throat, long ears twitching and flushing as well, but he doesn't dissuade Aoba's touch.

While he does have some muscle, there's definitely a fair amount of give as far as his chest is concerned. Aoba's touch, depending how firm it is, might actually sink enough to be partially pillowed around Luxaela's warm skin.

Perhaps embarrassingly, his uppermost slit opens a little, showing off a similarly-glowing tendril that's about a finger's-width wide. To such an end, he's quick to use a hand to hover in front of his lap, careful not to touch himself, lest he provoke his own body on accident.

"How-- bold." He cracks a nervous little smile, heartbeat pounding rapidly under Aoba's touch. It's on the same side as a human's, too.
cryfrustration: (43)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-02-21 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh so you mean it's a day ending in y," Vrenille jokes. It really is the most common experience here, he thinks--that ambivalence which makes things bearable in exact proportion only to how unbearable they are.

He occupies himself looking through a rack of gloves as James considers his clothing options. He's dressed pretty well himself in smart but casual contemporary clothes--jeans, a high-necked slim-fitting jumper, the olive-coloured overcoat that (ironically enough, given their current conversation) one of his contracted Submissives gave him as a holiday gift. He's already got gloves, so he's not looking for himself, but he's not in the least precious about sorting through the selection on offer here while he answers.

"Are they perks? I dunno. It's order, least on the surface. Whole lotta bureaucracy underneath." How anyone ends up feeling about that, whether it's better or worse than the comparative liberty and criminality of the Down is totally a matter of perspective, he thinks.

"Ironically though, you probably won't have near so much trouble getting money as spending it. You're allowed to work. Need a Dominant's say-so for that too, technically, but it doesn't gotta be your Dominant 'n people here are pretty willing to grease those wheels. Anyway, no one expects you to sell sex 'less you wanna." And oh, he could say much more about that, but unless he's prompted, he'll let the topic fall.

"Thing to remember's that your choice 'bout your contract's one of the most important you can make. You wanna be able to trust whoever you sign with, yeah, but you gotta negotiate terms you can live with too. Contract says you can spend your money as you like, you get a sorta card to show, buy whatever you please. Til then, other people who got brought here by LIES're your allies. Most are pretty willing to help each other out."

He's managed to find a nice pair of leather gloves with a soft fleece lining, broken in but only lightly used, and he holds them out towards James to try, "These fit you?"
talkscrap: (wet)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
That flare of light causes Aoba to let out a soft breath of a laugh, not at Luxaela's expense, but simply because it's pretty, and there's something oddly satisfying about getting such a obvious physical reaction to his touches. Luxaela definitely feels a lot softer than Aoba had imagined... but that's not a bad thing. It makes Aoba try a little more, feeling for any differences in resistance on Luxaela's sides, then abs.

"You're the one who assumed I wanted to do more than look..." Well, not really - but Luxaela was definitely the one who assumed that Aoba was angling for sex. While that isn't wholly incorrect now, Aoba's intentions were totally pure before, okay?! "Who's the bold one?"

Aoba isn't really sure what's happening down there - that is definitely not a dick? probably?? it's too small for Aoba to be embarrassed about seeing it, anyway! - but he wants to see more, and so he grabs hold of Luxaela's wrist, trying to pull that hand away. There's no force behind it at all, however; Aoba is only encouraging the movement, no more than that.
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
He's pretty soft all over, bone and muscles both covered in a solid layer of fat. Soft, warm, and squishy.

"But you're the one who corrected my assumption. Ah."

Okay okay, sure, he'll move his hand. And his coil twitches a little as he allows Aoba to look at it. It's a bit darker than his nipples in terms of color, lit up with thin rows of dotted light.

"Okay, that's definitely my coil you're looking at."

More of it slips out, gradually getting thicker as it goes. He's not fully hard, but enough of it's out that what has emerged moves and wiggles on its own. As it is, it's currently only three inches out, but it does start to slightly leak a whitish fluid.
talkscrap: (hairy situation)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I know."

Well, maybe he hadn't thought of it in such detail before, but it makes sense that he'd be responsible for Noiz' actions. And, honestly... that doesn't exactly reassure him. His interactions with Noiz so far have been cold at best, and outright hostile at worst. Having to rely on Noiz not to cause trouble for him is like expecting a newly acquired puppy not to chew up your slippers and piddle in the corner.

Feeling a little sweaty, Aoba's hands clench into fists and then relax again. There's no point in hesitating now, though, is there? Even if he's taking a risk (and he only half understands how bad the consequences could be, really), he just can't handle the alternative.

"But I don't want you to have to work at a whorehouse. Not -... Not if I can do something about it."
talkscrap: (Santa is real I knew it)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Did he correct it? Did he really!? ... Well, he sort of did, he supposes. This isn't the time to argue wording, regardless, because oh boy that is definitely... a penis? Sort of?? And yet it looks so different that Aoba isn't embarrassed to be staring. (The aphro helps, too.)

"Eh?" Wait - what?! Aoba's gaze flicks up at that sudden complete disconnect from the situation. "A Coil?!"

That is... what it's called? No - is that really what it's called?! If Aoba wasn't pleasantly drugged, he would be bursting out laughing right about now. Thankfully the mood isn't quite ruined yet.

Oh gosh, it's... definitely leaking something. Um... Should he do something? Yeah, no, he should definitely do something. Like very carefully wiping away that fluid; that seems like a marvelous idea.
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Um, yes?? I mean, it's slang but---"

Okay, having it touched definitely makes a not-squeak come out of him, and it reacts eagerly, wrapping around Aoba's fingers as more of it everts from his sheath. He has enough brain cells left to realize that there's been a miscommunication somehow regarding his dick.

"O-okay, I-Ileovoth anatomy 101. Penis. It's prehensile, hence the slang use of "coil"."

He points at the thing attempting to, well, coil around Aoba's wrist. Then, next, to the soft, illuminated folds around it.

"Penis sheath."

Lower, then, to a similar set of folds, "Ovivent."
talkscrap: (awkward blushing)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Yes. Okay. That is definitely a good reason for the name, Aoba decides as the... penis... coils around his fingers, then wrist. Shit, that is -... That's really, really hot, for some reason. To think a dick could grab hold of him... He lets out a sigh that is getting suspiciously close to a moan. He wants to touch more, but he's also not sure how much touching is okay, and -... Well, it's holding him, so...

Actually, how long is that thing, even?!

"Ovi-..." Wait, he knows this one. Sort of. "... Egg?"
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
It just seems to keep getting longer, wrapping around his wrist a second time. Its grip isn't all that firm, but it does feel insistent.

"Yeah, egg vent."

It's still wrapping up Aoba's forearm, revealing a thicker and thicker body until it's almost as wide as his forearm, until a knot-like appendage pops out, and it stops, well, showing off how long it can get. Still, a little over halfway towards the base, it gets too it

But that knot-like base is almost as wide as Luxaela's forearm, and if one were to hold it straight up, it could easily reach the lower part of his chest.

For now, Luxaela brings a hand to his mouth, and he watches Aoba's movements like a bird of prey, brow furrowed a little more than usual as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

His coil leaks more of that fluid, too. Not just from the tip, but from the sheath and ovivent, too. Some of it starts to ooze down his thighs. After a moment, he reaches out to try to extricate his coil from around Aoba's arm, but eventually just.. touches his hand, unable to hide that his breathing is starting to labor.

"If you... need me to help extricate yourself from it, that's fine."

But fuck, is he getting tingles just from this kind of touching. Who knew that a curious touch could get to him like this?!
talkscrap: (getting sweaty)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
An egg vent... Aoba isn't sure how that even works, but it's fine; it's not like he considers that a part of whatever-it-is-they're doing, even if he probably should. But since eggs aren't a part of sexual activity for him, he just sort of files away the information as 'fun, but not currently relevant'. He'll remember it eventually and think about the implications some more at that point, no doubt, but not here and now.

"No, it's... It's fine, if it wants to -... If you want to." Want to what, exactly?! Touching, for one; more touching wouldn't be so bad, either.

"It's so big..." He can barely imagine that kind of thing fitting inside anywhere, even with the tip rather slender. But then, should he be thinking about it going in anywhere at all? Maybe he's pushing it, just a bit?

He's... really, really horny, though, and he turns his hand to keep stroking that coil, without trying to free himself.
biolightning: (dick)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
Shit, he's really getting a very curious sort of jerking off, here. With it all wrapped around Aoba's hand and arm, it doesn't take much for him to start to thrust his hips in instinct, the appendage squirming rhythmically. His hands eventually find Aoba's shoulders, extraordinarily mindful not to touch his hair in the process.

His legs start feeling like jelly. Has he really been this worked up...?

"Gonna... come quick, at this rate," he wheezes out, sharp teeth lightly biting into his bottom lip. "Your clothes're gonna get messy... if you keep going."

His markings flare up brighter, the knot starting to swell up even thicker as it pulses with his nearing orgasm. It takes everything in him not to finger any part of himself, because he's not sure just how much Aoba is okay with, well... seeing. At this point, his own self-pleasure just seems downright lewd, though he knows the feeling doesn't make sense at all.
formerhighking: (081)

[personal profile] formerhighking 2021-02-21 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
Careful, Don Quixote. There's a lot of windmills around here. If you tilt at too many, you'll end up concussed.

[Eliot sighs, stopping what he's doing and propping his chin on one hand, gesturing with the other as he talks.] Sadly, there's no waking up to find it's all a dream. This is where you are, and it's exactly what it says on the tin. You're welcome. For what it's worth, the City, SIN - they'll enforce their laws, and their laws are shit to us who aren't from here. The natives seem ... bizarrely content. But there's a lot of decent people you'll meet here who are just doing their best too.

[He smiles wryly] And I haven't been here as long as some - about four or five months - and I'd say I've gotten off fairly easy compared to a lot of people. But I've talked to friends and seen enough to know how it goes when you don't play by the rules. And I did pick up my very first citation not long ago. I'll have to get back to you on how bad serving it is.

Good to meet you, Archie. And at least you're prepared for everyone to know you're business. If you want a taste of how it'll go, skim back on the network to look for the sub/dom finders. They go up every so often and no one writes their own ad - the city does it for you. It'll give you an idea of what I mean by your secrets being outed.
talkscrap: (looking around)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
The light show really is hypnotic, even apart from everything else that's going on. It's objectively so lewd that Aoba should be embarrassed to death, but between how detached Luxaela is from the human anatomy that should cause such embarrassment on one side, and Aoba's own arousal on the other, that embarrassment simply never comes to fruition. And so he keeps gently stroking that penis-tentacle, intrigued and turned on.

"It's fine." Especially since he's still wearing his borrowed skating clothes L O L... but, really, he's just incapable of thinking about any future consequences when he's so into things at the moment, even with those consequences emphatically pointed out to him. "Just do it."
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
The knot swells further, and Luxaela shivers hard when Aoba's fine with it. Unable - and unwilling - to stop himself at this point, he pulls one hand away in order to do his best to wrap his fingers around the swell of his knot, though even his fingers don't come quite close enough to meet.

Letting out a strained moan, his coil convulses and twitches as he spills himself between them, and the fact that he isn't in control of the hand stroking the majority of his length has his knees shaking and his free hand gripping Aoba's shoulder with greater strength, enough to bruise, at worst.

Very pale pink cum spurts out in long waves from the delicate tip, dripping copiously over Aoba's forearm and clothing. A soft, whined moan slips past his lips as his hips give a shaky thrust, his coil twitching with the rest of his shivering body. His markings stay bright for now, and his knot swells up further before staying that larger size.
talkscrap: (leaning in)

[personal profile] talkscrap 2021-02-21 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
If it does result in a bruise, that's fine; Aoba isn't the least bit bothered, nor is he even all that much aware of just how tight Luxaela's grip on him is. The swelling of that knot - and it's so big, Aoba can barely believe that's what it is - is fascinating, but with Luxaela's climax over, his cum is far more interesting.

Finally letting go of Luxaela's coil, Aoba raises his arm to better look at it. "It's pink..." Just barely, but still, a pretty color. Lifting his arm a bit further, he doesn't quite feel bold enough to taste the cum (at least, not yet), but he does get closer to sniff it.

Because apparently that's what you do with alien cum.
cryfrustration: (61)

[personal profile] cryfrustration 2021-02-21 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The time Mustang takes sorting through the various options he's been brought gives Vrenille a very nice interval to just enjoy the view, one hand resting in his lap as he does to idly fondle himself through his jeans with the occasional squeeze amplifying his arousal further.

By the time Mustang is dressed, he's therefore feeling plenty ready to take his own enjoyment ahead one more step.

"Suits you good," he says. "Blue's a nice colour on you." And it's going to be a nice colour off of him as well, Vrenille thinks, and in very short order.

He makes a gesture to the clerk who, hurrying in, gathers up the clothes that didn't make the cut, exiting with them as quickly as they came.

"Now," Vrenille says, his gaze stormy with want as he looks at Mustang still standing there before the mirror, "take it off again. Show me."

He wants to be given a little show, in other words, which means that anyone else with a view through the open curtain will be given a view too, and there are at least one or two other patrons in the shop now who have paused by this rack or that one where they happen to have a good vantage point, so Mustang's got a few different men's eyes on him already.
military_dog: (...)

[personal profile] military_dog 2021-02-21 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Mustang's smile begins when Vrenille compliments his color choice at the same moment he realizes he hasn’t been maintaining a watch on his facial expressions. On the other hand, he already trusts the man enough to agree to the ridiculous terms in which this sex had been couched.

Some tiny part of him reminds Roy that it’s just sex, and while he’s here, there’s no real reason to hide the person he is. It’s not as though he’s done a particularly good job in that arena anyway.

Vrenille speaks, and for a moment, Mustang doesn’t even hear what he says, just locks his gaze on the man’s eyes, seeing nothing sheltering his need, not anymore. He can’t be entirely sure if there ever was, but a second later, the words change shape enough for him to comprehend what’s been said.

What? After putting three pair of pants on for this crowd and pulling off two, he wants...

No. The man’s buying him clothes and that’s not even the point. He guesses he hadn’t thought through how deep this dominant/submissive thing went. It doesn’t matter how confident he might be (and he is an extremely confident man, he thinks with some satisfaction), no one wants to put on a show for a bunch of strangers. Do they? Did he?

Well, it’s not as though he hadn’t agreed to it all. This kid has charisma oozing out of his...

“Alright.” He may as well enjoy it. Humming the music to a strip tease ditty, Mustang smiles, slow as he unbuttons each closure on the shirt, wriggling each shoulder as he glides his arms out of each sleeve and ends by tossing the piece of cloth over Vrenille’s head. When he undoes the studs on the pair of jeans, he’s quick to pull them off of his legs to his ankles, overemphasizing the bend at his waist, flexing and relaxing each level of his abdominal muscles just to show off.

He finishes by stepping out of the pants and throwing those, too, but over toward the bench.

“I hope I get extra points for creativity,” he says, thinking he hasn’t been remotely creative, but you never knew with what you might be faced in a different culture.
Edited 2021-02-22 00:33 (UTC)
heliophilous: (031)

[personal profile] heliophilous 2021-02-21 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess they did. I don't —

( he's barely thinking clearly at this point considering what's on the table between them. he swallows, nodding because if she wants to go back to her apartment, he's not going to say no.

he's just going to nod because yeah, that sounds like a good idea. )


We can go to yours.
biolightning: (flustered)

[personal profile] biolightning 2021-02-21 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Luxaela just huffs as he watches Aoba inspect that as well, sluggish mind catching on that, at least to Aoba, pink semen is an anomaly. It doesn't smell like much (nor does it taste like much, either, should Aoba go that far. Maybe a little sweet.)

Once released, Luxaela's coil doesn't quite let go of him yet, and in fact flails a little from the loss of body heat. Luxaela's quick to draw his grip forward a bit to steady it so it doesn't fling his bodily fluids everywhere.

"Ao~ba," he begins with shaky moan, "I'm still coming..."

His fluids continue to puddle on the floor, and it's all Luxaela can do to keep holding his dick long enough to at least not have an unsatisfying finish with Aoba no longer giving it any attention. Letting his eyes drift shut as he waits out the last pulses he has, and for the last softened waves of bliss to run their course, he pulls away enough to sit down on the nearest bench, to keep himself from falling over.

Are all humans-- no, there's no way all humans are like Aoba. Well, he thinks Aoba's human. Probably.
turbos: (𝟶𝟼𝟹)

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[personal profile] turbos 2021-02-21 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
this is too much to read

[ rude, probably, but pietro's never been up for having any kind of patience. luckily, his eyes can skim fast through it, so he does give an additional response a moment later. ]

what i choose to do will always be up to me no matter what this city says
people in charge do not always know what is best and that won't stop me from protecting the person who matters the most to me in the world

if she makes her choices i will understand

but if this place forces these things on her
i won't stop until i tear it all apart
Edited 2021-02-21 15:26 (UTC)
danced: (i paced around for hours on empty)

[personal profile] danced 2021-02-21 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ kisa nods, standing and marveling for a second at how the cold is barely touching her in spite of her nearly blacking out before. she's been cold enough here that she'd consider drinking the hot chocolate just to keep from freezing, if not for the other effect, which she's willing to bet they didn't advertise to patrons before selling it to people. ]

Let's go. [ she looks a little apprehensive - she's not nervous, exactly, but there is something unnerving about the situation and she feels a pang of guilt for getting him into this situation in the first place. ]