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!!

» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

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Sometimes she really does try to be a good person, but then there are times when that becomes really difficult for her to remember — like when she's confronted with the sight of someone she knows, someone she's definitely hooked up with before, strapped down naked to a leather bench and looking pretty ripe and ready for the taking.

Of course, she can tell almost immediately by the easy lolling of his head, the dazed sound in his voice, that they've drugged him up, and she knows she wouldn't feel good about taking advantage of him in this state. But maybe the guards don't need to know that.

"Just enough to make it look good," she whispers, more for his benefit than anyone else's, and she drops a hand to rest against his chest, pale fingers spreading outward before she lightly walks them across his skin. It's a pretty innocuous form of contact, all things considered, and she's not letting her touch stray any lower than that for the moment, but she leans over him, looking into his eyes. From a distance, it might even look like she's kissing him.

"Play along for a minute and I'll loosen these things enough for you to slip free, alright?"

It's the least she can do; deep down, she knows he'd probably do the same for her if their situations were reversed, and maybe she feels a sense of loyalty to him based on their history, not because it's the right thing to do. Ugh, morals.

There's nothing in Dick that could have imagined himself like this. Even when they had talked about the way they encouraged them to want to indulge, to do what was required of them, but the kind of aphrodisiacs in his system is nothing that Dick could have ever imagined.

It's not just that he's willing, his cock hard and his body feeling hot and wound tight, but he's eager. He wants this more than he can truly find words for. He wants to feel more touches from Harley, aches for her to drag those nails over his skin and to maybe feel the bite of her teeth on his skin. Much as he wants to be out of this place and away from curious eyes, he's not sure he wants that more than he wants her.

"Enough. Got it."

Yep, he can handle that. Even as a groan rumbles through him at that touch, straining as he arches up because he can't help but to want that kiss that it seems like they're sharing.

"Thanks. I just... Damn but I don't want to be here where they're all watching." Once they're not then maybe he can think about giving into desires. Desires he's pretending he doesn't feel as his body strains against the bonds, arching into her touch, aching for her body.

What little self-control she already possesses out-and-out shatters when he groans like that, arches up against those restraints, tries to reach her mouth; she's leaned down closely enough that he actually does manage to graze her lips with his for half a second before the surprise of it prompts her to jerk back, a soft inward gasp at the brush that manages to tease her too. And the real kicker here is she's not even under the influence of anything, but watching him like this here, now, she realizes she can't let him go off on his own, be alone and potentially vulnerable to someone who would take advantage of him in this state. Selfishly, deep down, she doesn't want that to be anybody but her.

"I know, sweetie," she murmurs, and she slips her hand up to cup the side of his face, but it isn't just to offer him a comforting touch, or to try and urge him to stay still so she can get these freaking ties undone. The more she touches him, the more she remembers how good it had been between them, and the more trouble she has saying no.

"I'll get you out, I'll..." She gazes over his face for another second, but she's trailing off already as she leans down to kiss him, slow and deep and maybe too familiar for him considering they've only just met from his side — but then she punctuates it with a gentle scrape of teeth against his lower lip, unable to deny herself that little instinctual tease before she plans on withdrawing and starting to loosen his restraints. The closer she lingers to him, though, the harder it is for her to want to pump the brakes on it, and she flicks her tongue against the seam of his lips, seeking entry.

That tiny hint of relief in being able to get his mouth against hers draws a soft sound from him, not knowing how such a tiny kiss could leave him feeling so good. Yet it's madness in that there's relief but then there's a sudden rush of lust, aching for more as she pulls away.

Much as he had just protested, there's a part of him that knows that kissing her could mean he might not care. Not about being bound, not the others milling about the Galleria. In that moment she is all of his focus and he's not wanting for anything else but Harley.

Leaning into her touch, eyes hoodie and his lips parted as he stares up at her.

Then that kiss and it's like fireworks in that moment.

Groaning loudly, arching up towards her and wishes his hands could claim her body. Lips parting, not just offering his mouth but his tongue seeking hers as he gives into that kiss as if it was everything his body wanted. In that moment, it was. Kissing her was everything he needed because she's offering it in that moment, all she's giving him and he's going to give back all he can. Just to show her how willing he is. For her.

So maybe she's not a fully good person, because someone like that might have actually loosened the restraints keeping him held down, helped him get free, rather than leaning down to satisfy a healthy dose of curiosity and desire. A good person probably wouldn't have even tried to kiss him at all.

But one skim of his lips on hers and it's like somehow she's gotten a rush of whatever they've injected him with, even though she knows her own need is completely, one-hundred-percent natural, nothing amplifying it in any way. She has past memories to fuel her, feeling him pressed against her, and her hand strokes down from his chest to his abdomen, indulging herself in touching the taut strength of his body. She could go lower, she thinks, wrap her hand around the shaft of his dick and stroke until he crumbles beneath her mouth — or maybe just divert and use her mouth on him instead, swallow him back until he spills down her throat.

"You taste just as good as I remember," she murmurs, bringing her hand to his face again, fingers spindling across his jaw while her thumb presses light beneath his chin, and she nuzzles her lips against his, her own gaze half-lidded. "What if I take you home with me, huh?"

Even while she asks the question she's finally reaching down to start freeing him, loosening the straps that are keeping him tied down, focusing on one arm and then the other as she directs a crooked grin toward his gaze. "You're probably gonna have a few hours of that stuff in your system before it finally wears off. Just sayin'."

Just one touch and Dick is just about ready to come undone, but not ready to come. Not yet. Not when there's so much more he wants, all that he can have. Aching to feel her closer to him, wanting to feel the length of her body against his, imagining the strength she has to be dangling from those ribbons this long, and knowing how good it could be.

Some things aren't adding up, and his brain is raging for him to stop, to ask how she can know how he tastes, to know what is going on with her.

Yet he can only manage a low groan, his teeth catching her lower lip at that nuzzle, fighting against his bonds and wanting so much more. So that question is likely the most dangerous question he could be asked and yet, at the same time, he knows there's only one answer.

"God, yes."

The moment his hand is free his fingers are caught up in her hair, bringing her closer for a hard kiss as if he could work it off just with that. His tongue playing against hers, tasting her and trying to remember if he's known this before. Breaking the kiss with a low growl, his eyes narrowed as he tugs at her hair.

"Then take me home and help me work it off."

Before she can even get around to the other side, even just lean over him to try and get his other side free, she feels his hand sliding up into her hair and the sensation pulls a whimper from her that ends up half-stifled when he uses his hold to bring her mouth down on his again. It's dangerous, doing this while he's clearly affected, but something being dangerous isn't enough to stop her from doing it either, and maybe that adds more to the appeal of the situation. The other part is that she already knows what it's like to kiss Dick Grayson — this Dick Grayson — and the things he can do with his mouth to make her melt, and somehow, even if he might not remember her, those things have definitely stayed the same.

She has to brace one hand against the bench so she doesn't go sprawling against him; his hand in her hair is tangling, snagging but it feels good, tugging at her scalp in all the right ways, and he catches her mouth in that kiss when hers is partly open by surprise, tongue thrusting in to tangle with hers and making her respond with a moan of her own. She's half-breathless by the time he breaks away, pupils dilating when he gives her hair another firm tug.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," she murmurs, gaze raking over him, over the way his mouth is already starting to look, ripe and red and begging to be kissed some more. "Here, lemme get these last few restraints. Okay, sweetie?"

This time, she leans across his body on purpose, maybe to give him something to look at in the straining arch of her back, the way she's forced to push her ass out a little in order to get to the other side. He's getting her riled and she wants to rile him right back, selfishly, although she's not thinking about what tomorrow's going to be like yet, if he'll wake up and have regrets about it or if he'll realize how good they are, how good they've always been together.

Every fiber of his being aches for more. Not just for more, but more from her. Everything about her is drawing him in from the brightness of her look to the sensuality of her hanging from those ropes. Just that athleticism alone is enough to make him ache, cockhead slick with precome.

Groaning at the way she tastes, his tongue ravaging her mouth in the ways he wishes his cock was as he twists his fingers into her hair. Breaking the kiss out of a desperate need for air, nearly as much as he wants her.

"Please? Hurry?"

He's never heard himself so desperate before and he doesn't have anything in him to care. Not when he could be kissing her again, his hands over that lithe form, wanting her so bad.

Moaning at the feel of her body just barely brushing his and then he's unable to help himself as he slides his hand over her ass and down over her thigh, letting his fingers trace along the inside of her thigh.

Every part of him is hard and trembling, and it’s taking some serious self-control for her not to just slide down his body and wrap her lips around his cock, take care of that obvious ache he’s dealing with by using her mouth on him. She can still taste his kiss on her lips, though, her own lipstick noticeably smudged now as she works on loosing the straps that are keeping him tied down. Good news is she’s got long enough nails for it, finding the edges and then slipping them free of the buckles until she can toss them away from his body.

Giving him one hand free already is going to be a problem, and before she can get to his other hand, the one further away from where she’s standing, she feels the closest one running over her ass, palming, and then sliding up her inner thigh; she braces one hand on the bench and leans forward with a chuckle and a shake of her head, glancing down at him.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a problem, I can tell,” she murmurs, but there’s almost a fondness in her tone at how ready he is, how eager. She really can’t leave him to anyone else like this; maybe it’s her responsibility to take care of him, and she finishes loosening him before stepping back, reaching for his hands to help him sit up slowly. “Here, up ya go. We’re gonna get you somewhere safe now, mmkay?”

Another time and place and all of his focus would be on getting away from this place and the guards that he suspects are watching. That would be without the drugs given him. The way they take over his thoughts, drive him towards one thing, and Harley is strong and beautiful and he can't find a thought in his mind about why he would want anything else but the woman over him.

"Promise to be more than a problem," he murmurs, licking his lips and tasting her lipstick there, chasing the way that she tastes over his lips and just wanting so much more.

The slackening of the straps has him moving. Any other time and he might have moved to his feet to bolt from this place, but now his entire attention is on Harley and she's all he wants. His hands taking hers, moving to his feet with ease.

Though his head spins, eyes dark and lost in the drugs as his gaze focuses on the bright stain on her mouth, on the desires that it sparks within him.

"Take me anywhere. Whatever you want."

She can see how affected he is now, pupils blown so wide from whatever they've injected him with, and that's not even getting into the state of his body, the more than obvious reaction he's having below the belt, and she won't let him fall into anyone else's hands like this, not if she can help it. One murmur of his voice breathed across her mouth and she wants to give him everything, spend the entire day taking him apart and then gently putting him back together again.

"C'mon, we'll see how you feel in a little while," she replies, gently slipping one arm around his waist as the other hand maintains a grip on his, figuring she can at least count on him to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Her goal, for now anyway, is to get him out of here and back to her place, although they'll have to take the elevator between the Up and the Down first.

Even once they've made it there, she has the sudden instinctive urge to step in front of him, shielding him with her own body to try and prevent anyone from being able to see much. It's almost like having him here with her is spiking a protectiveness, and she gives his hand an idle squeeze, glancing up at him while they wait for the doors to open again and spit them out into the Down.

"You hangin' in there?" Honestly, by the looks of things, they might even resemble a normal Dominant and her submissive, given how much they're leaning into one another.

It's hard thinking about logistics, his own nudity, what he should be focusing on in this place. All he can think about is the desire coursing through his blood, the need to touch and kiss and caress.

Desires he gives into as they go. He can't keep his hands to himself, glad to let her use her body between himself and others because it keeps her close, and that's what he needs in that moment. Stroking his hands over her hips, along the small of her back and using the time in the elevator as he leans into her and nibbles at her throat.

Groaning as she draws back with the doors open, not wanting to move away from her as he nestles himself in at her side.

"Tell me we're almost there. I need you."

Not whining, instead his voice is low and husk, filled with the truth of his desire.

It's hard not giving in right here and now, especially when he's taking full advantage of having his hands free to touch her, boldly caressing her in view of everyone else on the elevator. And she can't stop herself from instinctively tilting her head, baring the curve of her neck, when he drops his mouth there, the sensation of those nibbles enough to make her nipples hard beneath her top. She's definitely not stopping him from touching her however he wants to, incapable of resisting the temptation to lean into him like they're a pair of horny teenagers who can't keep their hands off each other.

"C'mon." Her hand slips into his, and the groan he makes as she steps away from him is actually kind of adorable, but she wants to at least get him from point A to point B in one piece first before doing something about this.

The warehouse isn't far, at least, and whether it's because she looks like a woman on a mission as she leads him along or because she's fucked up enough gangs in this territory to make them think better of messing with her, they manage to get there without any incident, but even as she slips through the outer brick fence and into the courtyard, she finally pivots back to him, placing hands to her shoulders and drawing her body into his.

"Does it hurt, baby? Do you need Harley to kiss it and make it better?"

Any other time and Dick likes to think he'd have much more control of himself. He's practiced control for years, and his sexual needs have never been entirely a priority. Now they're all he can think about.

The long line of her neck is an invitation, nipping and suckling at the line of her throat as his hands slide from the narrow line of her waist up to cup her breasts. Every breath is a soft sound, a groan, moaning, a hitch of his breath with a whine because he aches for more from her but even somewhere in his brain he knows he can't have it. Not yet.

Torn on her taking his hand and leading him away from the elevator and the excitement of where this is going and finally having her not making him wait. Later he will remember this desperation and have no idea what to think of how he acted, but for now he just wants more.

Sighing when she stops, just thankful to press closer to her once more. For a moment his mouth is caught on hers, staring at the beauty of that plush mouth as he's trying to listen to those words as much as the desire coursing through him.

"God, please," he moans, pleading. "Whatever you want. I just want to make you feel good." Some part of him knows those aren't his words, not really, it's the submissive aid they'd give him and he can't help but to offer anything he can to her.

Before they're even fully inside, she knows she's not going to be able to resist him; she's not a good enough person for that, not when he's had his hands all over her, his mouth on her neck, somehow managing to pinpoint all the places that make her wet even before she gets any clothing off. Even if he's currently drugged to the gills, he seems like he's at least coherent, can keep talking to her, and that's important — but maybe she was always meant to find him herself, because now she can't imagine leaving him to stumble into anyone else who could do worse.

"I'll hold you to that one," she murmurs, and even though a part of her is tempted to drop to her knees right here and start sucking his cock, the other part wants to do this right — or as right as she can, in spite of the circumstances. Taking his hand again and leading him inside the warehouse, across the floor, she's bypassing the living room entirely to head for the stairs going up to the bedrooms, but then she gets too impatient when they're on that level to each make it to her own and it's a guest room they stumble into as she swivels to kiss him again, cupping his face between her hands.

She'll feel better about this, she thinks, if she's as naked as he is, and breaking the kiss enables her to step back, drifting nearer and nearer to the bed while she reaches for the hem on her top and tugs it up over her head, goes behind her back to unclasp her bra. It's entirely possible she's never undressed this fast in her life, wanting to feel him against her, all that skin, that body she remembers, hard angles and taut curves, and when she finishes it all off by hooking thumbs in her panties and dragging them down, the twinkle of the piercing between her legs catches the light briefly as she straightens up to beckon him in with a crooking finger.

"Get over here."

There will be a time when Dick's senses are cleared and he's back to himself that he is going to play over all of this and he's going to realize how thankful he is to her for this. Because it would have been worse, and he'll know it, and yet she is exactly the sort of woman he would have sought out. Strong, independent, willful, powerful. It's all things that appeal to him, that he desires and utterly wanting to show her how much he appreciates that.

If he could be glad for anything in this, it's that Harley is the one that found him bound there. So following her is the easiest thing in the world. Wherever she is Dick wants to be and that's all he wants. Her.

So as clothing starts to fall, he can't hear anything for a moment. Just the pounding of his own heart racing. It's like electricity running through him, coursing through his body. Flushed and dark eyed as he pushes in close to her, taking in the beauty of her body, the sensual and powerful lines and his hands slide along her hips, caressing over pale, bare skin as his mouth claims hers once more in a hard, bruising kiss. Maybe it's the aphrodisiacs driving him but there is no denying the hunger he has for her with that kiss.

She's not prepared for how he reaches her — even with the drugs clearly pumping through his system, he still stops to look at her like she's the best thing he's ever seen, and something about that gives her pause, makes her falter for a second before she shoves it down again. If she were in this situation, she would've let him take her home easily, and even now, whether he's back remembering her and what they had before or not, she wouldn't have been able to abandon him to anybody else. Try as she might to pretend otherwise, she cares about him too much to let that happen.

But fuck, if she hadn't missed this, his arms sliding around her as her own drape across the set of his shoulders, one hand cupping the nape of his neck when he kisses her with a brutal intensity, and now she's just staggering backwards, leading them both until her calves hit the edge of the mattress and she can drop back, guiding him down on top of her as she lets his hips settle between the spread of her legs.

He's not the only one affected by this, but she doesn't need anything else to want him, and all those little touches, the way he'd reached for her on the elevator, kissed her neck — it's wound her up too, makes her arch up towards him as she sinks herself into his body, takes kiss after kiss from his mouth until she feels dizzy and breathless. She doesn't know how long they spend just tangled up like that, exchanging hungry kisses, before she wiggles her hips impatiently underneath him, withdrawing just far enough to whisper against his mouth. "You gonna fuck me now or what, Grayson?"

Determination and need drive him on, moving easily with her until they hit up against the bed. Moving easily with her, catching his weight and not landing hard against her. Not that he lets it break those kisses as he shifts to nestle his weight between thighs that make him want to be wrapped between in them until he forgets who he even is.

And those kisses are doing that.

Rocking against her, just from the sensation though his focus is on kissing those lush lips. Moaning into the kiss as his tongue plunders her mouth, aching as one hand moves to slide along smooth skin to cup her breast. Running his thumb over the nipple, teasing it between his fingers.

Groaning at that comment, flashing a wide grin. "Anything you want. As much as you want."

Moving to hook one leg with his arm, drawing it up and leaving her wide and bare as he moves against her. His cock sliding against the heat of her, moving at the way she feels, all slick and hot, and then he draws back, driving his cock into her hard and fast.

If she tilts her head and squints, she can almost pretend this is normal somehow, that they're just two good-looking people enjoying a casual hookup without any other influences leading them into it. That's not the truth here, not really, but it feels like it could be, especially when Dick drops his weight against her, warm and strong and familiar, and for a while she just lets herself enjoy making out with him while they're both naked and entwined, slow and lazy kisses that keep the heat between them going until her impatience earns the better of her.

She's already gasping into his mouth when he cups his hand over her breast, teasing the nipple, his fingers slipping over the barbell of her piercing and making her arch up into him long before she issues that teasing dare. She doesn't even have to tell him to take advantage of her flexibility; it's like he just knows to do it, hooking his arm under her knee and hoisting her leg up towards her chest to open her further, leave her spread while he slides his cock against her, rubbing back and forth between her folds until she whines.

"Oh, fuck, put it in me already, do it — " He slams into her and it's like the air immediately leaves her lungs; she shakes beneath him with a sharp cry, uncertain if he's already brought her that close to coming or if it just feels so good she can't tell either way. She's wet, but he's still stretching her around him, like he has to make himself fit in her no matter what, and she realizes she's digging her nails into his back, probably hard enough to leave little crescent marks in his skin.

"Just like that, God, Dick," she gasps, looking up at him with blown pupils and parted lips, and then she hitches her other knee up too, letting him sink deeper into her body, tilting her hips back to offer herself up. "Want you to fuck me so hard."

There's a desire coursing through Dick that has nothing to do with what has been done to him and is about this beautiful woman beneath him. The suppleness of her body and the eagerness that radiates from her and leaves him aching to have more with her and later he will realize this has nothing to do with the drugs and everything to do with her.

Gasping at the heat around him and she's so wet and slick around him that he pauses for a moment, just trying to catch his breath. Trembling as he braces himself on one bent arm, cupping her breast still and letting his fingers roll against the end of the barbell.

All of his focus is on her and ensuring her pleasure. It's all that he wants in that moment. Feeling the pain of her nails and loving it, loving that she's leaving those marks and clinging to him like that. Staring down at her, mesmerized by how good she looks and how delicious she is. It sends a shiver through him when she moves and he groans, not holding back the sound of how good it feels.

"For you."

He leans in, stealing a quick kiss before bracing both hands against the mattress. Watching her intently as he rocks his hips, hard, slamming into her time and again as he feels her tight and slick around him and it's perfect.

She has memories with this Dick, a version of this Dick, that have nothing to do with the others, separate and unique from the other two she's met here, and that's almost why she knows he can give her what she needs now, since she has so many nice recollections attached to this face, this body, this man in particular. She's sat on his face, pinned him down and ridden him hard until they've both been left gasping for breath, but this isn't anything she's ever asked him to do to her before, have her while she's on her back and spread wide, and she realizes she might want him to do this all the time now, hoist her up and bend her into any position he wants to fuck her in.

The glint of her other piercing, the one between her legs, catches the light now, as she shifts beneath him to let him sink deeper inside her; ever since she got her clit done, she loves the way it looks, that tease of sparkle, and she savors how his dick rubs against it a little when he slides in, just enough friction to make sure she feels it there too.

"That's it, shit." Her head drops back against the mattress, fingers curving around his arms as he plants himself up over her with a brace of palms, and she can't resist stroking up and down those muscles before a firm smack of his hips prompts her to dig her nails into his skin again while she arches beneath him. It's still slow at first, the pace of how he's fucking her, but he's giving her those punctuating thrusts that are hard enough to make her tits bounce. She leans up, bracing herself on her elbows to get closer to him, and drops her hands to cup and knead over her breasts, tweaking their piercings as he moves over her and in deep. Her gaze is hungry, lips slightly parted, a subtle smirk on them, as she whispers for his ears alone. "You feel so fuckin' good in me like this."

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