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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2022-01-10 07:43 pm
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TDM #22


« « « 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 highrise. 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.

Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down.



» » » ALL ABOARD




After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « WINTER WONDERLAND




As a particularly heavy snowstorm blows across the city, Duplicity finds itself blanketed in white. The morning after the storm, many citizens seem to be in a particularly mischievous mood and snowballs are a common sight flying through the air. A projectile meant for someone else may hit you square in the face if you're not careful — and then it's on. Joining these impromptu snow battles is encouraged, no matter a person's designation, and even Submissives teaming up to pelt unsuspecting Dominants with snowballs is generally taken in the spirit of good fun. Not everyone is throwing snow, of course — some are rolling much larger balls and shaping them into lewd snow figures.

Those feeling chilled after playing in the snow may experience the urge to warm up with someone else, skin to skin. Whether they're a stranger or a familiar face, holding hands, kissing, or getting down and dirty with the nearest willing partner is invigorating. It might even be the only way to really feel warm again.



« « « DUBIOUS DELIVERIES


(cw: aphro, humiliation kink)

Want to make some quick cash? After exiting the train in the Down, there seems to be a questionable character hanging about the station. Dressed in a trenchcoat and looking more like a flasher than the businessman he claims to be, this shady recruiter offers easy money in exchange for a simple delivery. Just take a package and drop it off at the address on the label. Really, that's it! Stop asking questions.

Should characters decide to open the package themselves instead, they'll discover one of the following: glitter — so much glitter, lube (appears normal, but actually contains hot pepper and will cause more than a mild tingling sensation if used anywhere sensitive), a package of flavored condoms mysteriously labeled "every flavor" (none of them taste good), candy or perfume containing an aphrodisiac that, in addition to the usual libido-boosting effect, will also cause an intense craving for humiliation.

It seems to be one of those services that allows one to send anonymous prank gifts, and they're hiding behind LIERs as couriers. There's no return address or company information on or inside the package, except for a card marked Encoded Sin Corp — which does not seem to be a real company if the name is searched.

Whether characters end up delivering the package — maybe even to a fellow LIER — or get into some trouble along the way, someone is getting a nasty surprise.



« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE


(cw: aphro, dubcon, excessive fluids, exhibitionism, public use)

A small winter market has been set up along one of the major streets in the Up with stalls selling a variety of goods ranging from knitted hats and scarves, soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry, artwork and assorted crafts to hand-dyed bondage rope and kinky leather accessories. Food and drink stands are plentiful as well. Strings of lights crisscross the street between the roofs of the shops, providing a cheerful glow, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold.

Some of the most popular treats being sold are hot chocolate, eggnog, marshmallow snowmen, and sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes. Of course, their popularity may have something to do with the effects they produce when consumed.

• The hot chocolate simply gets one all hot and bothered.
• The eggnog may cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above.
• The marshmallow snowmen will make those who eat them want to invite others to use them as they please, desiring nothing more than to be molded into the perfect fucktoy.
• The sugar cookies seem to induce all sorts of different cravings — after all, no two snowflakes are alike!

These effects tend to last at least an hour and may, in some cases, last up to a full day.

One of the jewelry shops sells an unusual selection of compass pendants and bracelets. The compass arrows spin round and round lazily while the pieces are on display. Once worn, however, that changes. The arrow will settle on a direction, but instead of pointing north it will lead directly to another person. Perhaps you should speak to them? You may even begin to feel magnetically drawn to them yourself… In the event that two people have compasses that point them at each other, the attraction will be even stronger — nearly impossible to deny.

There is another shop which sells intricately designed pocket watches and small clocks. When these timepieces are stared at for an extended length of time or picked up and handled, characters will feel a brief but strong connection to their past and experience a vivid flashback to some moment that was, in whatever way, meaningful for them. After reliving the memory, they will feel compelled to speak about it to whoever is nearby.



« « « 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 likes it hot, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the cold, they are a Submissive.

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!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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extramuralise: (i meant questions about the meeting)

[personal profile] extramuralise 2022-01-24 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ How about comfortable and drunk? ]

Well, I'm no gossip. [ Irving hisses, voice low, shaking his head. Also, he has no one to tell, so...? ] As for these needs of yours...

[ He lifts his drink with the hand not currently hanging out on Jack's wrist, downing the rest of his whiskey in a couple quick gulps before he swipes his mouth dry with the back of his hand. Irving debates, briefly, asking if Jack might be feeling these needs again at this very moment, but he manages to switch gears at the last moment before finally continuing to speak: ]

Calm yourself. And know that the very last thing I want from you would ever be love.
pissoffbook: (MAyAEXJ)

[personal profile] pissoffbook 2022-01-24 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, she's willing to help those who need help with Quota. No one deserves to be sent to a place where you're drugged and anyone can have their way with you.

Especially if the accept her as easily as Hythlodaeus has. He has a good point though. She didn't realize that's how their meeting would go either.]


Pfft. Here of all places it can always end this way. You never know.

[She chuckles as well then sobers, holding up her left arm and staring at the back of her hand as she speaks quietly again.]

You wanna know what's with the bandages? Why I wanted them to stay on?
shitplan: (245)

[personal profile] shitplan 2022-01-24 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I could replace them just fine.

( you'd get a vest with a lot of pockets, probably. though, she has gotten better at what she buys herself and what she wears. still, pockets are essential. but she's really not thinking about pockets now, not when kate's shirt comes off. she barely has a chance to look before kate's hands are back on her and she inhales slowly, holding it, before she let's it go.

she doesn't shiver again but she knows that kate could very well make that happen since it's already happened once. she swallows, licks her lips and starts to say something but kate's mouth happens to be right there so yes, she will just kiss her instead. )


If you don't want me to cut them off, then take them off. I want you to take them off.
behavioural: (004)

[personal profile] behavioural 2022-01-24 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
k then how much can a dominant get away w compared to a native of this place

there should be some kind of gauge right?
deniedthesight: (put me to the test)

[personal profile] deniedthesight 2022-01-24 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd imagine so.

What exactly are you trying to get away with?
chemlocked: (2263549 (8))

[personal profile] chemlocked 2022-01-24 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Might try a nice warm bath and some hot milk. Not that I ever got that. Unless it's got chocolate in it, what's the point of hot milk?" He makes a face, tongue pressing to his teeth as he does. "But hey, it's dragons, who knows."

He nods at that. "Yeah, I'm from Earth but mentioned the invasion to a couple of people and they've never heard of it. Hope they never do," he admits, tones a bit fierce in that desire. He knows it's possible they haven't had the invasion... yet. He really hopes its never. It's bad enough his world went through it, that he's been through it. He hopes no one else ever has to.

"About three years ago they struck. Most of the population was killed during the initial strikes," he admits, his voice trembling slightly but working to keep it even. "There are pockets of humans forming to try and fight them off but there's little communication so we haven't made a full force effort yet."

And he's not sure if they'll ever find a way. One step forward, two steps back.

"Some of their own are trying to fight back and are joining us. Except they're not really theirs. They're others they've taken prisoner and genetical changed through harnesses to make them do the grunt work. Kind of like worker bees. Things are changing though, and we're going to find a way to stop them."

There's determination to those words, not willing to accept after all they've done and been through that now they were going to lose. It wasn't an option.

He snorts at that, giving a nod though. He's thankful for how this guy talks about it, and he nods. "I don't feel shame about it. Not really. Not like I haven't really been busy saving the world and all." And it always feels easier to think of it that way. It's true, after all.

Ben falters though he doesn't quite miss a step. "Uhmmmm, well... Yes? No? I mean, there's been few girls I've been interested in. Never got too far between them turning traitor or being killed. Or ending up with my brother," he says, shrugging.

"The truth?"

He looks around like maybe someone's listening before leaning in a bit towards Vrenille, lowering his voice. "I think I'm more interested in someone that can accept me and be okay with what I've been through than caring if they're a guy or a girl. Not likely to happen though."
killorder: (Not my fault)

Never a worry

[personal profile] killorder 2022-01-24 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Part of being in a special ops unit is adjusting to whatever the world throws at you. Jake's never been really good at that anyway, and adding in this otherworldly, Cinemax late night twist though and it's something else entirely.

But damn, this was not even playing fair. She's like a warrior goddess and he can't help looking at her more than worrying about the supposed snowball fight he's been inducted into.

"Won't be too hard," he admits, rolling his eyes. "The pride's been hanging on by a thread for years and I'm really lying about the ego," he says. It sounds like a lame joke, except he seems pretty accepting of it.

He starts to say more but then she takes his hands and there's a long moment of just staring at her, his mouth opening and closing without words.

"Right. Here. Got. Yeah." He nods. "Two days. Well, two days since I woke up in the anal probe gown and got told to run free with the rest of the kidnap victims. Who knows how long they held us before that."
brandingissues: (vunerable)

[personal profile] brandingissues 2022-01-24 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair enough [Seems like a solid argument, and Kate would spend some time thinking about it, the implications of the very unbalanced class system here, her sudden shift from the top of the social order to the bottom (it's fine, she's dealing, no worries, it's good, it's all good, see how good it is?), and the resulting panic--but she has more important tasks.

Namely, stripping off her pants because Yelena told her too.

What? She can follow directions when given the proper incentive.

Nimble fingers work to undo the button and then fly of her jeans and then she's shoving them off and toward the floor, stepping out of them while trying to keep her attention on the woman in front of her. It's--a somewhat ungraceful thing, but it works, and soon enough she's free of the pants, another breadcrumb on the floor, and she's bare legged, in underwear that match the simple black bra: black, unassuming and a far cry from lingerie.

Kate shivers, but not from the cold (is it cold in here? She wouldn't be able to tell, everything in her life right now is warmth and heat and want and desire), just from the act of standing there, nearly naked. Believe it or not, it's not actually something she does all that often. She's busy]


Only fair if you take yours off too. If we're keeping score.
thecanarylives: (smile: look down)

[personal profile] thecanarylives 2022-01-24 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Special ops, League of Assassins. It's all part of the training. Adapt, maneuver, complete your objective. Gets a hell of a lot harder when you throw unexpected sex into the equation, but she's managed for this long.

Not that she's call herself a goddess. A warrior, maybe. The fight's been ingrained into her, but so has the darkness. Up close, she's just as human as the rest of them. Small and scarred and shivering despite her herself.

Though she does kind of like the way he gawks. She grins at him, enjoying the way the heat seems to pulse at the small contact, drawing her in just a little closer now. He's cute. In that deer-in-headlights, has-no-idea-how-cute-he-is, is-he-secretly-kind-of-ripped? sort of way.

"Two days," she repeats, holding his gaze curiously a moment. "Got news for you, you're gonna need to get used to the anal probing around here." It's a dry delivery, mostly because it's kind of a joke, but it's mostly not. Glancing around the corner, she cocks a brow to find their would-be attackers distracted by another target.

"Think we might have a chance to duck out of here, if we move quick. There's a bar just down the street, we can warm up there. Follow my lead." She pushes up to her feet, hands lingering against his a moment while she watches for the right moment.
finagled: famira | dw (010)

[personal profile] finagled 2022-01-24 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
well, no, i'm from a world with significantly fewer (read: 0?) wizards and afaik no reality-hopping (usually?), but i was yoinked INTO a world with both.
and i'm looking for specific ex-villains but it's always nice to know that some other people decided to retire from villainy.

i'd love a bagel rec, i'm starving. not that i can afford one rn but you know. eventually.
finagled: famira | dw (009)

[personal profile] finagled 2022-01-24 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that sure is.. A Name. ]

nah i'm usually the one fighting the villains. good for you, though!
are you
catching
rats
now??
finagled: famira | dw (011)

[personal profile] finagled 2022-01-24 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
oh, you know.. your friendly neighborhood spider-man?
finagled: famira | dw (004)

[personal profile] finagled 2022-01-24 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he glances up at the sound, then smiles a little sheepishly at her comment, glancing back to the snow-spider. ]

Yeah, he's a.. hero from home. [ he starts poking holes with his index finger for a mouth, nonsensically, given that the mask doesn't have one. ] Doesn't usually look like this, though. The nose is way too big.

[ he dusts his hands off and tucks them under his arms to warm them, turning fully to her. ] I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker. I'd offer my hand, but uh.. it's kind of freezing right now.
shitplan: (wefsffwe)

[personal profile] shitplan 2022-01-24 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Are we keeping score now?

( she doesn't immediately move to take her own pants off because she's too busy enjoying watching kate. forgive her, it's somewhat new. she wouldn't call it unfamiliar after being in this place for several months now but it's still — new. it's different and thrilling and she's going to have to work on all the things she's missed, all the relationships and people that have passed her by because she'd been under someone else's thumb.

she hates that fact still but she is not going to think about it right now. she shakes her head, dispelling the thoughts before she steps closer and finally draws her fingers down kate's side, feeling all that warm skin. )


I will. ( take her pants off. in a moment. right now, she's enjoying herself. ) In a moment.

( quiet, coy, teasing. she's going to delay that for just as long as she can. )
medals: (030.)

[personal profile] medals 2022-01-24 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, me and the bump on my head are just grand. [Magic, probably. Vaguely. She has no idea, but she imagines this is what magic is: inconvenient flying bracelets that hit her on the head. Maybe this is karma, for all the times she threw flying projectiles in her angsty teen years.

Anyway: ]
Was it supposed to conk me out? Feels pretty fucked up, even for this place. [When she moves her knuckles from her forehead, the red splotch has spread enough that it looks mellowed out. There is no bump, but she will absolutely act like there is. It's the principle of the thing. ]

medals: (022.)

[personal profile] medals 2022-01-24 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm just saying, the hot chocolate looks a little sweet for you.

[But you know, god forbid what a horny espresso would feel like. As if the coffee anxiety wasn't bad enough. ]
calicoat: (because that's what pirates do)

[personal profile] calicoat 2022-01-24 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Could tell Jopson. And reveal that he's getting friendly enough with pirates to know anything about their sex lives.

He knows he won't. Irving's a strange animal. Jack can watch him, fully indulging in this unusual, intimate touch, see the question taking form on his lips, only for it to be swallowed down again. His impulse control seems to come and go like a flickering light. How on earth he maintained the energy to repress it all until now is a mystery to Jack. ]


It's a joke, Irving. I'd fucking hope not.

[ He curls his middle finger up, calloused but gentle as can be, to stroke his wrist in turn. It's a question, a challenge, really, to see if he'll say anything without the aphrodisiacs greasing the wheel. ]
extramuralise: (on account of all the bacteria...)

[personal profile] extramuralise 2022-01-24 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The color rises in Irving's face again, not a bright and sudden glow of heat this time but rather a steady, comfortable flush, not unlike the warm and pleasant way the alcohol itself has been coating his mind and nerves. He doesn't flinch away, although his wrist does twitch, as if from Jack's responding touch he's finally having to force himself to acknowledge what their hands -- mostly Irving's -- are doing.

Strangely enough, it's always been easier for Irving to maintain a sense of steadiness while at sea, to compartmentalize; even if he were to set aside his faith, there are simply certain habits that might be overlooked, tolerated even, while on land, that are much less forgivable for a man to bring with him aboard his ship.

And while on land, well, it's easier still to avoid such temptations than while trapped together in close quarters with other men for months and years, alternative ways aplenty for Irving to keep his thoughts and his body occupied on things other than the indulgence of desires he should not even be harboring--

Easier, with no influence of aphrodisiacs taking him over suddenly and without warning, commanding his hormones and his body beyond his brain's own ability to. Since he's been in Duplicity it's like a cage door has been left unlocked on some dangerous, hungry creature that's always resented being held back, something that's just tasted blood, and wants to eat and eat now that it knows what it's like to finally be fed, to feel full for the first time.

Something like this is very different for Irving, and even drunk as he is he can recognize that; it's one thing to justify his behavior the other times while he, while they both, have been under the influence, but touching another man like this in public, in a way that's just a step or two past platonic or plausibly deniable; being touched back in that soft and careful manner, just a brush along his wrist; small and simple intimacies most people likely take for granted that he now, suddenly, feels unreasonably greedy for.

He speaks finally, slowly, emboldened by the whiskey but perhaps also by Jack himself:
]

Perhaps what I mean to say is... I may still want for other things. From you. [ A beat. ] Things that are not love.
kamaz: (sonny liston rubbed some tiger balm)

[personal profile] kamaz 2022-01-24 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Shut up. [ He uses his hold on Irving's arm to push him against the wall as he unearths his keys from the pocket of his slacks and jams them into the lock over the door handle, all without breaking his stare—then pulls him in through the doorway just as abruptly and slams it behind the two of them with his foot. ]

Shoes off. I don't want you tracking pigeon shit into my house.

[ He's English — he needs to be reminded.

(...God, but in this state he's almost ready to just accept the future task of cleaning and just get him on the ground right here in the entryway without bothering with cleanliness - anything to feel even the tiniest modicum of friction, of pressure, anything— motivated by a need that's much more visibly apparent once he undoes the straps of his gun belt and briskly removes his overcoat, thanks in part to the notably less forgiving first layer of the entire ensemble. He doesn't verbally address it.) ]
Edited 2022-01-24 22:53 (UTC)
colorature: (10)

[personal profile] colorature 2022-01-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Not well acquainted...but enough to know your name.

[He had complained on the network enough she'd come to learn who he was after a few conversations here and there. Plus, he'd been a friend of Megumi's...not that she was here anymore.]

I'm not sure why or how it works the way it does.
colorature: (05)

[personal profile] colorature 2022-01-24 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Amaurot?" It's clear from the cadence in her voice that she hasn't heard of it, but she seems pleased enough to learn it all the same.

"I'm from a country called France. I didn't get to see much of it at first though." Hard to do that when you spend the first fifty years of your life locked up in a tower. "France has really good wine and cheese."
byebyebikinis: (pic#15369304)

[personal profile] byebyebikinis 2022-01-24 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ people tend to be a lot more honest if the question comes out of nowhere and, judging from the reaction she receives, natasha's first instinct is correct. of course, she could always break in to the room later and search it herself - it's a family thing, kate, don't take i personal - but if it is in the city (other than what clint has), she'll hear about it sooner rather than later, she's sure. there's absolutely nothing subtle about this girl and she doubts she'd be able to keep it a secret long.

waiting until after kate sputters her way through an answer, nat takes a drink from her own latte (russians, you know), she nods her agreement. ]


So, I'm guessing you have questions for me? [ go on, kate. get it out. ] If the last thing you knew I was dead.
contractgod: (pic#15107816)

[personal profile] contractgod 2022-01-24 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
From my understanding, it seems so? There are quite a few of this world but the majority of them appear to be ones in charge.

[The others reaction earns a chuckle.]

I've known quite a few in my time...some easier to get along with than others.

[Age has softened him far more than he was but the other man didn't seem like a bad guy. He could see himself getting along with him quite well.]

Ignoring it, won't work out very well. I can get us a hotel room if you like? I am also okay with doing as much as you feel comfortable with.
meca: (pic#15419090)

[personal profile] meca 2022-01-24 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( fingers brush nick's hair one way, then--push it back the other, messing the very small braid he'd started up but it's fine. nick's hair's too short for that anyway. it's just keeping his hands busy, finding shit to keep him entertained that isn't starting to sort through nick's chaotic mess of shit. )

So Ragnor's a warlock, but it's a species thing then. What does that mean?

( he'll come back to nate later. )
contractgod: (pic#15107819)

[personal profile] contractgod 2022-01-24 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Zhongli knew they were here to relieve the heat but he wasn't above getting to know the other better...just perhaps after he could think straight. He would prefer to be able to actually have a conversation with him.

Already a panting mess under the other man he gasped as his wrist was grabbed and arched up as he was slammed into. A loud moan escaped him as he threw his head back and his body twitched in delight. That was what he wanted to be fucked senseless. To be reduced to a drooling mess by his partner.

A gasp followed by a growl the bite felt incredible. The faint geo marking on his body started to glow as he let himself his control slip and he surrendered to the pleasure. Strong legs wrapped around Hythlodaeus's hips he attempted to meet each thrust as he greedily whined and cried for him to hit that sweet spot. "F-Fuck--!"