duplicitymemes | TDM #16

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TDM #16

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « 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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"Eh..." Luxaela doesn't look like a lizard. Then again... he doesn't not look like a lizard, Aoba supposes, since he was never going to look fully human.

It's all very interesting information. Aoba listens attentively, very carefully taking one sip, and then another, of his hot chocolate. It's really, really good...

A slow temper and high discipline, huh? "That's one way of looking at it." His own situation is very different, of course, but it's still not a bad way to think about it. Then again... Koujaku's hair is pretty long, and Aoba loves the guy, but to think of him as highly disciplined is -...

He can't help it; maybe it's the sugar, maybe there are other things at play, but he lets out a soft breath of a laugh that gets louder before he can quell it. "Sorry! Sorry..." He holds up his free hand to further emphasize he meant no offense. "It's just, a friend of mine has long hair too, and to think of him as matching your description... Hahaha!"

Fortunately, some things are easy to discern in spite of different customs. Luxaela waits patiently for an explanation, frowning only a little in confusion.

"Your friend's hair also reaches his knees?"

Is that why it's funny?

Sure, Luxaela's might not look as long as it is, thanks to being partially done up in a bun in the back, but....

Well, the hot chocolate in his hands is still fascinating, so he'll keep sipping it.

"That's not it! It's just..."

He licks his lips - blame the hot chocolate - before glancing up at Luxaela. That part about Luxaela's hair reaching his knees vaguely registers, but for some reason it's a little hard to focus, so the information floats around in the back of Aoba's mind like a slightly bugging presence, without him realizing what it is that made him look at Luxaela in the first place.

It really is hard to focus. But Aoba does want to give an honest answer!

"He's a great guy, but high discipline is -..." Hmm, no, maybe it's not incorrect after all. After all, Koujaku's supposed 'lack of discipline' applies to a very specific part of life, doesn't it? "Well... I suppose it's not wrong." It's not like Aoba is one to talk, anyway. He knows that very well.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, he takes another sip. "This hot chocolate is really good..." And then a thought occurs to him. "Do you have it on your planet as well?" That's a pretty dumb question, all things considered, but still not as dumb as the shock that registers with chilly urgency a moment later, Aoba's eyes opening wide. "You can drink it, right?!" It's not poisonous, like it is to dogs and stuff? Ohgod did he just poison his new friend?!?!

Aoba's words may as well be two lengths of differently colored rope with completely different knots; Luxaela is utterly lost by the jumping in topic.

The wrinkles in his brow deepen, lips pulling back and showing more sharp teeth than most humans have.

"...Are you horn-brained?! Do you really think I'd poison myself just for the sake of being polite??"

For good measure, Luxaela chugs half of what he has left in one go, and only regrets that he's not savoring it more.

"I don't do anything merely for the sake of politeness. I certainly wouldn't fake being excited to drink this if I wasn't. In fact, you'll find that very little can poison an Ileovoth, simply because we don't have a lot of physical matter to poison in the first place. And what makes us sick, we use magic to purge."

Ah, for all his patience, such a stupid question was really grating. He has the decency to blush for his outburst.

"What a horn-brained question. 'You can drink it, right' while I drink it."

Those teeth should probably cause Aoba some legitimate worry, if only because he's just concluded that Ileovoth may have very different dietary needs from humans, but concern for Luxaela's well-being is his number one (and only) priority at the moment. Not that it lasts very long, when Luxaela corrects him...

"H-How was I supposed to know that!?" But he's embarrassed more than offended. He probably shouldn't have mentally compared Ileovoth to pets... even in areas where that might not be incorrect, like their diet differing from a human's. "You could like the taste, but not realize it's bad for you."

Which is true, but doesn't make him feel any less dumb. He could have just asked, rather than freaking out like that. But he was worried! He really couldn't help it.

Well, isn't this a wonderful second impression to go with his flawless first one? Sulking a little, he drinks his hot chocolate, feeling ashamed and very, very warm.

"I'm telling you now."

Calmer, he regards Aoba, and mentally reminds himself that no matter how his hair makes him look like one, he's not Ileovoth.

"...My apologies. I should not have felt offended at your legitimate worry, because you truly didn't know. And you're not Ileovoth."

After a moment, he reaches out to lightly pat Aoba's upper arm, but he doesn't let his touch linger in case it's a step too far.

"You'll probably know if I get sick before I do, because my markings lose much of their glow when I become ill."

Aoba may not really have needed those apologies, but he feels a bit better with them all the same, to get rid of the awkwardness that he'd suddenly created between them.

"Obviously," he grumbles softly. Does he look like an alien?! ... Well, opinions are divided on the subject - but he certainly doesn't look like an Ileovoth! It's kind of a shame, really. Those markings are really pretty.

And when Luxaela brings them up again, that's the perfect excuse to stare at them a little, clearly. "You're... still bright." That is definitely a normal thing to say to someone, shhh.

With the excuse to watch, and the temptation to do a lot more, Aoba doesn't leave it at that. "... Do they get warm?" Do they feel different from regular skin at all? He's curious in a way that is still mostly innocent, though perhaps not much longer.

It's normal enough in this context, like commenting on one's hair or horns, or even fashion sense. Even eye color or nail color.

That said, he's used to being stared at even by his own species, and he tolerates this alien's staring all the more for their species difference.

"Why don't you touch and find out?"

He offers a hand first, in case touching his face is too intimate - his markings line the backs of his hands as well in even more delicate, long lines and small dots, each glowing as brightly as his face and neck (which, Luxaela still refuses to acknowledge the stark, black mark of the Submissive that bisects his throat markings, too. Hopefully his bioluminescent marks are far more appealing to the naked eye than anyone who might even attempt to find him easy prey.)

Regardless of where Aoba touches, be it face, neck, or hand, it feels almost like static beneath the surface. It isn't a sharp feeling, like being suddenly shocked, but a soft, delicate thing that gently buzzes against the skin, not unlike a vibration. Contact with it does make a very Earth-like scent of ozone and petrichor.

And they are, in fact, warm. They're warmer than the surrounding skin.

Well then, if Luxaela is inviting him...! Normally Aoba would have some more reservations, but he really is feeling warm and fuzzy in the best possible way, his breath a bit shallow. He doesn't touch beyond what he's offered, though, just holding that hand, and very very gently tracing the patterns on it.

"So warm..." The markings are, a bit. But they pale in comparison to how hot he is feeling, really. Finally, he looks up at Luxaela's face, though he still holds on to that hand, not wanting to let go. "They're so pretty, too."

While that is absolutely true, something is decidedly off, here. The way Aoba is feeling isn't quite normal, but... it's hard to care, when he's feeling this good. Putting away the cup with what little remains of his hot chocolate, he finally sheds his last shreds of polite holding-back, and reaches out with his free hand to trace the markings on Luxaela's face. Aoba's lips are slightly parted as he stares, absolutely entranced by the light and the sensations.

Luxaela immediately flustered when his face is touched, cheeks burning almost as dark as his lip color. Well now-- this is really forward, but he can't say he hates it, exactly.

Setting his own cup aside so he doesn't drop it nor spill it, the contact only makes him more aware of a heat in his body-- it's almost like the heat he sometimes gets when his body is about ready to release and egg. It doesn't feel quite right, but not wrong, either.

"You're-- quite lit up in the infrared," he points out. "More than you were earlier."

Does hot chocolate do that to humans...? Though looking down at his own body, he does have some increased blood flow to his extremities, too.

"Am I?" He wouldn't know. He's not used to infrared vision, after all, though he does vaguely remember what it means, from all the times he fixed Ren and stuff.

Fortunately he's distracted enough that he's not worrying about just what infrared may see, in terms of heat. If it works like x-ray vision, he's going to be in trouble at some point...

"I'm feeling really warm," he offers as an explanation of sorts - like there was any doubt. As to the reason for feeling warm: the hot chocolate seems as likely a reason as any. Or just sitting down after some exercise in the cold? It could be anything, really, and Aoba, distracted as he is by other topics, isn't over-analyzing it.

"Can I... see more? Somewhere private." Incredibly, he does mean it fairly innocently: he just can't expect Luxaela to take his shirt off in a place like this, can he? (... Well, maybe that wouldn't be so strange, here, but it would be strange to Aoba!) The changing rooms or something similar would be far better.

"I can see that, yes."

It's more or less just stating the obvious, even as Luxaela's smile is a little wry. It's mostly that Aoba's core temperature has risen, as well as his hands from contact with the cup.

"But, see more?" he echoes, brow furrowing as he tries to pick through the words. It doesn't look like a lewd offer, but if it is, it would be nice to just burn off some steam, so to speak.

"...Sure."

He would take his shirt off here, were this place a little more private in itself, but with all the people around, a place where at least the illusion of privacy is present is ideal.

Getting up, he chugs the rest of his hot chocolate before discarding the cup, and offers to help Aoba stand as well as balance.

"Since my place isn't ideal, I assume you mean somewhere around here?"

He'll even lead the way, if Aoba really just wants to go to the changing rooms, because that's easy enough.

"I really didn't mean -..."

Inviting himself to Luxaela's place? Gosh, that's a little bold, isn't it?! And yet, Luxaela doesn't seem offended? Aoba is a bit embarrassed for apparently sounding like he was soliciting sex, but somehow he doesn't want to outright shut down that suggestion - and hence that option - either. Slowly, he's starting to think that that this heat he's feeling is a little more than just a temperature thing... but that's not necessarily bad. It feels kind of comfortable, actually... If he realized it was because of spiked chocolate, that would be different; as it is, he assumes it's just a natural thing.

"Let's go to the changing rooms."

There, that's innocent enough. They can change back into normal clothes, he can study Luxaela's markings some more, and.... well, anything else that happens is just a bonus, right?! Aoba really doesn't want to think that far ahead. He'll just shut down and/or die of embarrassment if he does.

"It's a little easier, here..." he declares, the words only a little forced, once they've arrived in the changing rooms (and yet Aoba isn't undressing yet). He gestures vaguely at Luxaela's body, unable to convince himself to make eye contact. "... Looking at your markings..." That is definitely what he's here for. Absolutely.

Luxaela nods, and once they're there, he lets out a huff of a laugh, his gaze crinkling in genuine, warm amusement, and, perhaps, a little bit of fondness. Shameless, he starts to remove the "skating-suitable" set of clothing, with no real shame about his increased nudity. More of those markings curl everywhere, from around the curve of his nipples and bust, and even hugging his ribs and back. The markings even work their way down his navel, and to a strange (also marked) frilly slit. Beneath it is another one of similar structure where a human male's testicles would be.

The markings even wrap around his thighs, and, if one were to look carefully, some of the markings even encircle the pucker of his ass.

"There. Feel better now that you know?"

He raises his eyebrows playfully, hands on his hips, and unabashedly standing there in the buff. As if his markings don't create more than one landing strip.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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?"

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?!

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.

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.

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."

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nsfw: xeno genitalia

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