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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:
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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Drifting through the space does feel sort of surreal for him though, the intensity in the atmosphere from the space and the bodies appreciating the various installations sparking up against his energy that's always only barely contained under his skin in a combination that crackles with interest and want. Honestly, he can't tell if he's missed this or not.
Dropping his back against the divider between the booths with his arms folded, Hakkyuu takes a moment to scan the area and keep an eye out on who might be ducking into the glory holes, though he's aware of the man settled down in the actual seat of the booth behind him as he half-turns his head to look at him sidelong. His stare lingers a little longer on Logan, though after an extended moment he gives a shrug.
"Depends. If it's the same as last time I was here, then all the sex? Sure, that's pretty much everywhere. Y'know, like the local currency."
He pauses, clearing his throat with a frown as he notices his voice is a little strained and almost hoarse like he's not spoken for a while.
"But how they package it up? How much you want it or how much it repulses you? How much they wanna make sure you're doing your part as some kinda civic duty or whatever? That's what varies."
Then, he gives another slight backwards glance.
"How y'finding it so far? You got an eye for art?"
The last word at least is offered with a bit of a snort and a part-chuckle.
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Like almost everyone here, the man smells of arousal and the thin raw edge of adrenaline, a little like fear but not so heated. Concern, then. Conflicted desires. Interesting.
"Sure," he replies slowly, studying the other guy before looking back at the ecstatic sub with their face up and mouth open.
"Last time?" He hadn't missed that little bit of information.
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"Yeah, I thought I was lookin' at a real aesthete right here."
He waves a hand back in the other man's general direction over his shoulder, the tease offered in a fairly light and casual kind of way before he looks back fully--first to Logan's face, then to the one appearing at the hole in the wall, eager and wet and waiting. He clicks his teeth, head canting in the direction of the mouth as if to say see? Art, just like I said.
Shifting his weight from his hips in a smooth roll, Hakkyuu turns to lean inwardly to the booth instead.
"Last time, yeah. 'bout a year or so ago, I'm guessing. Time gets kinda messed and mushy. Find it's best not to think about the sorta stuff that's pretty much guaranteed to drive you mad."
His eyes drift back briefly to the Submissive behind the wall, feeling a kind of heat spider-crawling up the back of his neck, though it's less about the mouth itself as it is the close air and the question of what next held within. Hakkyuu dampens his lips, then clicks his teeth to turn his sharpened stare back on the stranger.
"Your first?"
Ambiguity entirely intentional.
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His eyebrows inch upwards a little, the faintest echo of a smile hitching a place in the corner of his mouth. Kid reminds him of Jean-Paul, in more ways than one, all innuendo and veiled looks.
"First day." He sits himself up straight, wondering at that tinge of heat in the air, like a summer storm approaching. An upwards tip of his chin indicates the glory holes.
"Don't let me stop ya."
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"First day and settlin' right in."
Dominants generally do, in his experience. Even the ones that protest, who prefer to act in a submissive position personally, this world is made for them to take a comfortable seat at the table.
The chin-point toward the hole is an interesting choice though, enough to make Hakkyuu arch a brow in mild surprise followed by a slow upward curve of his mouth. With a shrug as if he's been persuaded into something with nothing better to do, he pushes himself up straight from his lean and steps closer. Keeping his eyes on the seated stranger still as the tense distance between them starts to shrink considerably as he trails the tips of his fingers on one hand lazily around the edge of the hole.
"And what are you gonna do if I do?"
It's not a challenge, not a primer for posturing or dick measuring, not one of those punkass questions that's virtually asking for an ass-kicking up and down the street. Maybe a better phrasing would have been 'what are you gonna do while I do?' As he speaks, he drags his fingers along the other Submissive's jawline then dips his middle and forefinger down to meet their desperately waiting tongue, all the while not actually looking away from the man seated near him.
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So he's more than capable of giving as good as he gets when it comes to those exploratory little glances, the posturing that begs to be corrected. He can't deny a certain urge to rise to it and give the kid what he wants, but he's old enough and tired enough by now to be able to fight down that desire for the moment.
Instead, he makes a point of reaching into his jacket pocket to swap out the splintered toothpick between his pointed teeth for a fresh one, examining the old one for a moment before snapping it in two and dropping it onto the floor. He looks over at the submissive, watching them take those fingers into their mouth.
A faint shrug. "Maybe I'm gonna sit and appreciate some art."
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But none of that is the mutant's concern and Hakkyuu isn't terribly interested in trying to cajole someone into a position they're not interested in occupying--either they want to join him at the place he's at, either now or later, or they won't. It's that simple.
The slow destruction of the toothpick feels pretty definitive to him in that moment though and a pretty solid place for him to break the locked stare and then breathes out a low, throaty chuckle at response he's finally given. This is going to be a running theme, it seems.
"Gotta admit, I wouldn't really call myself any like an artist in most circumstances--" He nudges one finger up slightly, encouraging the Submissive behind the wall to keep their mouth open to tease their tongue to draw out further for display and tempt a slow, thin trickle of saliva to slip down like a spider's thread as his pointer and middle finger slide deeper between their widely parted lips.
With his other hand, Hakkyuu's palms himself through his clothes, feeling out the shape of him before shifting his wrist to work open the clasp of his belt one-handed.
"--so I guess that means I'm open to whatever critique you might wanna offer as we go."
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"Critique huh?"
Logan sets that new toothpick between his teeth and leans over to set his elbows on his thighs, wide heavy hands loosely knotted between his knees. Settled in. Fully prepared to sit there and enjoy the show for as long as it takes.
"Somethin' tells me you ain't usually the type to take that kinda thing lightly, bub."
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By this point, Hakkyuu doesn't bother looking at the stranger except in his peripheral vision, though he's also not really focused on the other Submissive either with his stare instead sort of falling in the middle distance somewhere as he works open the front of his slacks.
But the gruff answer makes him laugh. More openly this time, genuinely amused as a flashing glimpse of his molars linger with the way his lips curve.
"Almost sounds like you think you got me pegged there, pal."
Steadying his breath a little, Hakkyuu curls his fingers around his own cock through his underwear to bring just the crown into view over the waistband, plumpened as much from the tension on the air as from the abstract expectation of getting his dick sucked--blowjobs are great on their own, sure, but the prospect of someone's mouth around his cock on its own isn't nearly as exciting as banter to accompany it.
"You think I'm the type who can't take direction?"
Leaning his hips forward, he finally pulls his now soaked fingers from the other Submissive's mouth and shake the excess dismissively to the floor as he then lets them find their own way to pressing their tongue to the clothed length of his prick and work up toward the peaking head.
"Or you got something else you're implyin' there?"
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But even as thick as the atmosphere is, it's not difficult to pick up on the fact that this guy is enjoying what's going on, even if he couldn't see the way his dick is filling out his underwear. The submissive wants it too, keenly, like nothing else. It's an interesting thing to have found in a pair of strangers, and Logan can't deny the thrill of it either, the way his own body responds to the act of desire playing out in front of him.
Slowly, he levers himself to his feet, straightening up and rolling his shoulders a little. He makes his way over to the other guy, coming up around behind him, his gaze on the way the submissive is working over the front of his shorts in desperate, hungry licks.
"See, I figure maybe you like bein' taken in hand," he points out, pitching his voice low, making it intimate. Experimentally, he lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles up the kid's spine, just above his waistband. Measuring the reaction.
With his other hand, he reaches out to brush the submissive's hair back, stroking the top of their head.
"You like bein' corrected. But you fight it anyway, 'cause that's how you get more. How am I doin'?"
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Hearing the shifting of weight just outside his vision makes Hakkyuu narrow his eyes, momentarily unsure if the other guy has decided to head out after all. It sort of remains unclear right up until Hakkyuu feels the angle of the stranger's voice shift--and it is feel rather than hear, sending delicious needles prickling up through the back of his neck and making his hair stand on end. He only feels it more keenly when there's that brush against his back, making his pulse jump in a hot spike.
The knuckle-brush makes him straighten up further, his head tipping back slightly with a sharp inhale that he catches and holds almost like it's between his teeth instead of in his lungs as he turns his head slightly. It's a bit of an odd expression on his face, all the naturally hard lines of his face suddenly sharpened up without it showing through as overt anger or impending denial before the initial rush of that emotion smooths itself out into a more steady heat.
"No one likes a smart-ass, y'know," there's humour in his voice though as his eyes lower toward the Submissive's face without fully focusing on them still, "Depends on who's doin' the correcting though. Some of 'em? Yeah, I could really do with less'a that, but others?"
A small squeak of air moves between his teeth. Well, make of that what you will, is the unspoken end of that sentiment as his fingers shift around himself to push the material down further, leaving his balls still snuggly hidden away, but giving the other Submissive the full length of his cock to work on.
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The other guy could pull away, of course. Could step back any time, or shrug him off and tell him to get lost. He'd be within his rights to want this to be a private moment. But Logan's willing to bargain that he won't, and even if he does, he considers it an experiment well run.
He follows the other man's gaze down to the submissive servicing him, enjoying the sight of that wet mouth parting to take his pretty cock. Now that's a sight to hang on to.
"Sometimes you want it, huh?" He licks his lips, watching the submissive hollow their cheeks as they take in his length in a single smooth movement, head bobbing with soft wet noises and low moans of pleasure. "Like you'd rather be down there on your knees? Servin' some strange guy?"
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As the matter stands, he is pretty okay with the set-up and the potential that it brings. The other guy could stay exactly where he is doing not much more than he is if he wanted to and it would still bring a unique layer of arousal, or he could probably try and get away with a great deal more and Hakkyuu just might let him.
In fact, as he feels the full press of that palm on his back, Hakkyuu arches with it, pushing back against the contact with wordless approval while a long, hard breath through his nose that rumbles briefly in his throat in response to the way the Submissive through the wall sucks him long and deep into their mouth. There's a real temptation there to just push his hips forward and slide more all further in. He resists for the moment, though only because the man behind him catches him with that low gravely voice and finding the shape of his words needs more focus than it had a few seconds ago.
When the question fully arrives though, Hakkyuu's faint chuckle is mostly a few huffs of breath broken up with a sharper gasp partway through, the result of some especially nice work from that Sub's tongue as he rests one palm against the wall lightly.
"Listen. I'll suck a dick just fine, but you're outta your damn mind if you think I'm the servin' type. Besides, it's like I said, it entirely depends on the dick."
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Gaze still lowered to the action going on halfway into the wall and what he can see of the sub behind it, he rubs his hand in a circle over the kid's lower back, liking the way he's pushing back against it, then dips down a little lower, a couple of fingertips finding the waistband of those already loosened pants and sliding underneath. His free hand drifts to his own belt, working the buckle. A hint or an offer, though he doesn't move otherwise.
"Line on your throat means you could be there whether you want to be or not, right?" He continues, as if they're just talking about it over a drink.
He's picked up on that much so far at least, the way the submissives are treated like second class citizens while Dominants get to do whatever they want. It's a strange feeling to be on the latter side of things; he's become used to being feared and hated for who and what he is. He's still figuring out how much he's willing to tolerate either way, and this whole setup is a good opportunity to explore how far his own boundaries will stretch.
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"Gettin' kinda personal with those questions, aren'tcha?"
He could certainly picture the venue of this discussion being different to this one, a bottle and shot glasses on a bar top, the words exchanged following much the same path as this. Hell, it'd be a lie to say that he wouldn't still be hoping to hear the jingle of a belt buckle at some point either way though.
But the real answer is both more complicated and also the same: it depends on the owner of the dick entirely. In some cases absolutely and without a doubt. In others cases, why should it? That's all a lot to convey in a moment like this one though.
In this moment, there's a forward rocking of his hips toward the slick heat of that mouth and throat if they can handle it, and then a roll back toward the groping hand. His head tips back too, eyes still lidded and his lips parted to heave out a entire lungful of a deep sigh edging on a groan before he finds a way toward speech again.
"Line down the throat means a lotta things. They can slap me with a citation or slap me with somethin' else if they prefer, but over my dead body will I get on my knees and go all doe-eyed for someone on command."
He turns his head a few degrees trying to see if he can catch the other guy's eye.
"They can can take away my choice about a lotta things here, that doesn't mean they everything they want can be taken. What happens to bodies? Shit's fleeting. They don't get to have part of me that's doesn't exist to take."
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Seeing it from that angle almost makes him want to drop his hand and leave the kid to grasp whatever pleasure he can get from the situation, but the shift and roll of his hips back against his fingers makes him think maybe he's wanted here now, that he's ended up going too far to just walk away now.
"I know what you mean," he replies, his voice low, not out of an effort to seduce him this time, just because it feels like a private thing to say. He moves up a little, coming around behind the younger man at the same time as he flattens his hand and pushes it down beneath his pants and underwear both, palming the cool skin and taut muscle of his ass.
Leaning in, he takes a breath through his nose at the back of the kid's neck, close enough to ruffle the short hairs at his nape, rolling the mingled scents of him over his tongue and logging them away.
"I can fuck you or eat you out," he offers. "Or just leave ya alone. Your call."
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The way he feels himself being breathed in like that feels like something to sink into, a low sigh pressing through his nose as he reaches the hand that had been braced against the wall back over his own shoulder to run his fingers up over the back of the older man's skull, pushing deep into the thick dark hair to give an experimental kind of momentary grip.
Stay. Gods, stay.
"Tell you what, you give me your mouth now and I'll give your cock mine right after."
A teasing, playful humour creeps into his voice then as he nudges his own head back just a little to bump into the other guy's forehead, just like he might otherwise do with an elbow.
"Hell, you can even be there too, if y'want."
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"You got a deal."
He slides his hand out of the other guy's pants long enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of both trousers and underwear and tugs them down, not especially gently or with a mind to make sure it doesn't interrupt whatever's going on with the sub sucking the kid's dick.
The guy is skinnier then the kinds of men Logan usually goes after, all soft lines of muscle, but he's got a pretty ass and he spends a moment admiring it, digging the heels of his palms up the backs of his thighs as he spreads those nice cheeks, looking at it like a man considering a meal he's about to very much enjoy. He wonders how well that pale skin takes a bruise and whether he'll be allowed to find out.
"Lean forward for me, darlin'," he says, barely waiting to be obeyed before doing so himself and licking a broad stripe up over the younger man's hole, no nicety or politeness, only a primal enjoyment of the act.
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And then released with a near full-bodied sag as he agrees and shifts into action.
While those thick fingers work and tug at his clothes, Hakkyuu's hand shifts to trail a slow, appreciative touch along the Submissive's jaw through the wall, his thumb hitching back and forth over the corner of their mouth as he gives them a brief inclining of a smile. He hasn't been ignoring them entirely, not really, he's just not making too much of a show of it. The touch and the look is a moment of connection and checking in, holding the eyeline as Hakkyuu's hips shift and indicate a change of pace is very likely arriving on a crest of an impending wave.
When the Dominant behind him makes that almost sweet sounding request, Hakkyuu presses the tip of his tongue up to the back of his front teeth, a wide, undeniably amused grin spreading right across his face along with an outright laugh and a shake of his head. Darlin'. Honestly, he's not sure anyone has ever called him anything remotely like that, especially not if they've heard him speak at all.
But the laugh folds in and transforms into a low-pitched, but unfettered groan, his core muscles momentarily going taut and then relaxing with a full back and forth rock of his hips, like he's not yet sure which direction he wants to ultimately send them. For how trim he is, there's nothing undisciplined about his body at all, every inch that allows for it being treated as prime real estate for well-maintained strong muscle. It's a fighter's body, everything geared toward speed and raw impact power and making use of what he has available after something of a malnourished start in life and using it to the fullest, not for aesthetic.
In the back of his mind, lodged away for a later time, there's an awareness that he and this stranger are looking at the world from about the same vantage point, but the way they were each able to carve out space and not crane their necks is clearly a little altered. He bets that excellent tongue opening him up right now would have some pretty fascinating stories to share under the right circumstances.
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He grins when he hears that groan shudder out of the guy in front of him, riding that shift of his hips, then lapping at him again, keeping his tongue soft and broad while he warms the kid up. He shifts his stance a little, dropping to one knee as he prepares to spend a leisurely amount of time working the submissive over. The unique taste of his sweat and skin suffuses his senses and he lets it unroll through him, overlaying the busy traffic of his thoughts with an acceptance of the here-and-now that most guys have to climb a mountain or two to find.
Humming softly to himself, he licks at him messy and unrefined, seeking more of those groans and hitches of breath, his hand splayed over the kid's bare hips but not trying to control his movement, just giving himself something to hold on to. If the other guy wants to press back and increase the pressure, he'll go with that too, spit sliding warm over his chin and bristly cheeks, eyes drifting closed as he loses himself in it for a little while.
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Everything he is engaged in here, and everyone involved, is doing what they want to be though. No one forced to stay or submit or dominant and it's a pretty damn good way to spend some time, as far as he's concerned. Duplicity isn't always so kind, so better make the most of it.
The only problem Hakkyuu has is the dissonance between what is happening on either side of his hips. On the one side, that hot, slow, salacious slide of the stranger's tongue and the occasional scratch of facial hair adding a bit of rough to those smooth tongue strokes that Hakkyuu could unquestioningly just let go on at that leisurely pace for an undefined amount of time with absolutely no shame.
And then on the other side, the Submissive who was basically ravenous before either one of them stepped in the booth and really seeming quite keen to suck Hakkyuu dry now, maybe getting kind of impatient with all the back and forth and not enough overt action.
It's an odd place to be sandwiched in and it splits the pleasured sounds spilling out his mouth between long, drawn out half-sighed moans and much sharper noises that also make his hips jerk and snap in ways that don't make it entirely clear if he's wanting to lean into it or trying to encourage some easing off. This sort of results in a less-than-elegant backward shove toward the Dominant's mouth as Hakkyuu's free hand braces against the wall, his arm locking in place with a surprising amount of strength to kind of ground himself for a moment if he can manage it.
"Wai--! Ah--! Fuck me...!"
It's not really a really a request or a beg so much as a mindless exclamation, the f draw out as a long, hot hiss, a marker of his head really starting to lose shape of the world around him.
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For a moment or two he considers fighting back against it, seeing if the kid can withstand getting dragged to the edge and hauled back again, but he's feeling generous like he usually does when he gets to eat someone out, so he just goes with it, letting the roll of the guy's hips dictate where he's going. His jaw is starting to ache a little but he can ignore that, keeping up the lazy swipes of his tongue.
He grumbles with frustration, though, when his new friend's hips snap back hard enough to knock his head back, but if that's what's going to happen he's willing to give as good as he gets. He spreads one hand up the back of the guy's thigh, pushing him back against the wall, and shoves the other up through the halfway tugged down clothes to find his balls, closing his hand around them as he starts to push his tongue against the guy's hole with more insistence, circling it before coming back again. If this is going to be a race between who can make him bust first, he's determined to win.
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Hakkyuu's mind is definitely split and spoilt for sensations in all the most sensitive areas, eyes going wide and setting an unfocused stare upward somewhere as his leg muscles tense in direct response to what Logan's excellent and purpose-driven tongue is doing. Each inward push sends a shudder through his legs and hot, fraying sounds choking up through his throat. And that only intensifies as Hakkyuu feels those grasping fingers between his leg, a sharp breath catching somewhere in his chest, long before it can get anywhere further up.
The noises from behind the wall also makes it seem a bit like the initial abruptness of his hips getting shoved flush to wall may have caught them by surprise, though they manage to recover pretty quickly and effectively find themselves pulled into the rhythm set by the targeted efforts of the Dominant at Hakkyuu's rear. And, hell, even as experienced as he is, how much self-control he has, how much endurance he can tap into, even Hakkyuu knows the impending and inescapable rush toward climax and how hard it is to avoid with two very intently focused mouths on him.
It doesn't take much longer either, his vocalisations becoming more frequent in their wordless form, more colourful when they do find shape in language. His hips find pace between the two of them, instinctively seeking out where the most pleasure can be found, how much he can let all his rational thinking utterly shatter beneath pure feeling.
And when he does come it's with crashing intensity. His entire form going entirely still quite abruptly, the arm that's reached up snapping back reflexively to grab onto the man behind him, not caring where the hand actually lands though best guess is probably shoulder or the back of his neck and grasping firmly as everything rolls through him in an incredible, mind-numbing wave that sends cracks through the loud cry that manages to claw up past his lips, forces his eyes closed, his head back, back arched, and makes the muscles of his hole twitch and his sack in the other man's hand throb.
It's hard to say which side of the wall is the winner, in truth, though whenever he's put the pieces of his mind back together, Hakkyuu would probably argue that it's actually his win.