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TDM #22
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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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 (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. |
 (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. |
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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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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Is that right?
[ He licks his lips, that spark igniting in his eye again, like he's up to no good. Which is the truth, of course, but he's feeling pretty confident that deep down, Irving likes that. Maybe it's not even that deep. Something's being unlocked before his very eyes, and he can't help but find it immensely satisfying. ]
Tell me. Don't be coy about it.
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[ A few drinks might have somewhat loosened both his nerve and his tongue, but breaking down his reserve completely is something alcohol alone still can't fully accomplish; he shifts his gaze aside shyly, hand finally withdrawing itself from Jack's, although it remains lingering close enough for their fingers to almost still be touching.
It's only now Irving gives the pub a quick look around, fingers beginning to drum restlessly against the tabletop, heart racing, pounding in his chest at a volume that seems to him impossibly loud. He drinks again to quiet down the noise some, emptying his glass for the third time this evening.
Jack's a difficult man for Irving to read, not only because he's a pirate (though no doubt that doesn't help) but also that Irving has no idea how to flirt, no real concept for interpreting... interest, attraction, let alone actually navigating either. Everything about this moment would be practically paralytic to him sober, but drunk, he's able to fall back upon the notion of sunk cost; they've already come this far, he's not -- wouldn't be -- giving up any part of himself that he hasn't already.
So, leaning in slightly closer, he adds: ]
Carnal things.
[ He says it quietly enough to make clear he considers it quite a lewd thing to have just said, looking flustered, pulling back again with almost a flinch as if he's bracing for rejection. ]
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Well, I know that.
[ Irving recoils, and Jack leans in, voice both clear and soft like the clink of his glass. He's alight though, the same thrilled, predatory gaze as last time, but more willing to play with his prey than to eat it. It's a thrill, knowing damn well Irving wouldn't have said so aloud as recently as the last time, that he's so easily corrupted. ]
Last time, you had me do whatever I wanted. You loved it, clearly, but what do you want? I could fuck you slow and steady, if you want, until you beg for more. Or...gagged, so you won't be able to? [ No, not that. Jack likes to hear it. He licks his lower lip deliberately, fully aware of how deviously lewd it might look, if anyone were peeking at them. ] I could work your needy little hole open with my hands, my tongue, could try a toy. Or make you ride my cock, really work for it.
[ He reaches out to grab Irving's wrist, tighter than the idle exploration just a minute before. Doesn't quite trust him not to bolt and make him raise his voice. ]
Since you're asking, I mean. You must have some idea what you actually want.
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Irving's not so far gone on booze yet that he can't still tell Jack knows exactly what he's doing by teasing him this way, goading him yet again into speaking aloud things that make him break out into a cold sweat just to think of, but how is he possibly supposed to answer that question, what does he want?
The worst part is that he doesn't think he even knows the answer yet-- that he might want any of those things that Jack's describing, might want all of them.
(Definitely not none of them, owing to his own body's reaction -- thankfully hidden beneath the table -- to each suggestion.)
His fingers continue drumming the tabletop -- an anxious compromise against biting or picking at his already fairly savaged fingernails -- body so tight with tension he could almost be a cartoon radiating flopsweat, before he finally manages a small, twitchy shake of his head: either that he doesn't know, truly has no idea of what he wants, or he simply can't bring himself to say it. ]
The... one of... [ A flicker of panic crosses his face, hands fidgeting and shaking like he wants to hide behind them, but he perseveres: ] M-maybe one of those... last, which you mentioned, but... anything would--
[ He stops short, but has no solution for salvaging that hastily aborted admission, just clears his throat and shifts gears, whispering: ]
You don't mean "toys" like one of those [ a pause to remember the word, ] plahss-tic tentacles I've seen around, do you? Those are horrible.
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Tentacles? No...not tentacles. [ The hell is he talking about? ] I was thinking a butt plug. They make vibrating ones, now, might try fucking you with it until you want my cock so bad you can't stand it, if you ask me to.
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Well, the way he's noticed Jack sometimes looks at him, like he's surprised by his own interest in him, which may not be too far from the way Irving sometimes looks at Jack, too. It's not necessarily flattering, feeling observed, watched with what is surely more scrutiny and judgement than desire or attraction, but on the other hand, Irving isn't sure he'd be able to recognize those latter in any man's eyes anyway-- whereas the former the navy has more than gotten him used to already.
And, again, who's to say if how Irving looks at Jack is really any different? He may spend nearly every hour of every day surrounded by other men, but over the years much of what that's actually taught Irving is that he just doesn't think in the same way most other men seem to.
Anyway, for now he doesn't elaborate on the tentacle; that had been a one-off encounter in a hotel room around when Irving had first arrived, an extremely luxurious looking room stocked with extremely alarming paraphernalia, and he'd been particularly alarmed (yes, even for him) when he'd learned the actual purpose of what he'd at first presumed to just be decorative tentacle models... it had disturbed him greatly, to say the least. ]
A... [ He swallows down a gulp, thinking back to the various displays he'd seen around the marketplace as his teeth catch the center of his lower lip. ] What exactly is the purpose of... do they just--
[ Irving's both seen and heard them identified by name, but that doesn't do much to contextualize their actual point or appeal to him (not that he's thought about it) beyond exactly what the name suggests. They just... go in? And then what?
Which is not to say he's disinterested, however; he has in fact been harboring a shameful, smoldering curiosity about various different types of "toys" he's seen ever since arriving in Duplicity. Irving touches his fingers to his lips, trying very hard not to let his thoughts show themselves on his face, and starts by just nodding mutely, which he knows won't be good enough a response for Jack, but-- he has to work his way up to it.
Then something else occurs to him, which he simply blurts out: ]
How large would it be?
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It keeps you nice and stretched open, so you're ready for me, and gives you something to clamp down on when I make you come the first time.
[ There's that scrutinizing gaze again, but with something else to it. A curiosity rather than a judgement, perhaps, more interest in just seeing where this goes than railroading him into one act of degeneracy or another. He's throwing out ideas, seeing what appeals, delighting in his own ability to make Irving's face heat up.
Not that it would be that difficult for someone else, he figures. But he likes that he lucked into it. ]
Any size you want. It's not as if this city is going to see a shortage any time soon. They'd sooner shut the water off than not enable as much assplay as they can.
[ Jack stands up, his grip on the other man's wrist going loose. ]
You coming?
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I'll leave it to your discretion, [ he murmurs, leaning close briefly before pulling away. ] though please do make me work for it.
[ It might be more overwhelming for him that way, more embarrassing, but Irving almost prefers that; better that something like this not start to become easy for him, better he feel like he can still take control of himself back whenever he might want to (even if that's quite obviously a lie).
So, he follows, not even giving a second thought to how it must look for the two of them to be going off together after sitting there drinking (incidentally, not much different from how their first meeting had gone, too), his hands opening and closing at his sides from the restraint of avoiding any sort of physical touch until they're both behind some manner of closed door. ]
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It's cold out, something the warm buzz of a good splash of whiskey made him forget. He curses as the air nips at him, which only puts him in a bigger hurry to get where they're going and get situated. He's thankful to get there, turning the lock behind him so that it's just the two of them, again. Jack reaches out to pull Irving close, unfastening the buttons of his coat with the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. ]
You can touch me back, Irving. Don't make me do all the work.
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Like before, he uses his teeth to peel his glove off and then holds it there between them, that hand then stripping stripping the other so he can work open Jack's coat more dexterously with bare fingers, fumbling buttons and yanking Jack's shirt free of his slacks so his belt becomes accessible. ]
Just so long as you don't ask of me that I kiss you. [ He says around his glove, gaze lifting to find Jack's. ] I've touched you a great deal today already. What's a little more?
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Jack shrugs his coat to the floor and unwinds the new scarf around his neck, dropping enough weight to feel a little lighter and looser, to make a fist in Irving's shirt and press him against the wall. A knee settles in between his legs - not rough, exactly, he's more interested in getting in close and worming himself into his head than he is dominating him physically (if he even could..) ]
You had your lips wrapped around my dick barely more than an hour ago, if you'll recall. But a kiss is too much for you?
[ There's a smugness to it, almost like it's a threat, but Jack doesn't move to do so. Being so close, nearly chest to chest, and leaving Irving knowing that he could if he were inclined is enough, as he works off the other's trousers. ]
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It's different-- you know that. [ He murmurs softly, eyes dropping briefly to Jack's mouth all the same before they raise again. ] I'm not ready for that yet.
[ To want intimacy and romance with a man is arguably even worse than sex alone, Irving rationalizes: men do have physical needs, after all, so succumbing only to those could at times simply be considered an act of desperation rather than want, or choice, or--
Whatever else. He purses his lips together as if trying to remove the temptation, focusing instead on Jack's weight against him, the knee pressing on his already semi-erect cock -- it may not be rough, but Irving bites back a moan all the same from the stimulation -- and opens Jack's belt with a smooth ease that might have been flirtatious were it more deliberate.
(Irving just got lucky, really, considering he's still looking at Jack's face rather than at what his hands are doing.) ]
Anything else is fine.
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It's just that he isn't usually worried about it. He's only got so much devotion he can give, and John Irving isn't getting a lick of it. He's a tool to advance this harebrained ship scheme, a puzzle to tinker with to pass the time, an instrument for petty revenge and power plays. There's no danger in feigning intimacy with him, but Irving doesn't want it, so he won't. He's not a monster.
He's simply enjoying the tease of it, faces too close when he frees Irving's cock from his pants and fists his hand around it, stroking it the way he would have earlier after he'd sucked him off, if Jack had a little more decency. ]
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[ Irving inhales sharply almost as if surprised -- and maybe in some way he is, that Jack would jump straight into stroking him like this -- a deep, ruddy flush spreading down from his hairline all the way past his neck, skin already lightly misted over with sweat. ]
W-wait... [ He's fully hard practically within moments, cock twitching so responsively from the touch that Irving tries to bat Jack's hand away. ] I'll-- d-don't make me--
[ If Jack keeps touching him like that then Irving feels sure he'll come much too quickly, given how rare such stimulation is for him; he doesn't even touch himself, and would rather not come at all from another man's touch, either, as if that somehow mitigates the sinfulness even slightly--
And also, it would be embarrassing. ]
You wouldn't rather have me face the wall? Or-- [ He inhales again, slowly this time, catching his breath. ] W-we could-- there's still always the bed, as well...
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[ If that doesn't shut him up, then fine, he'll stop, but he's guessing from the flush on his face, the uneven breathing, that he doesn't really want that. Irving is clearly a man who is used to fooling himself, convincing himself not to want the things he really does. He told him as much, back at the bar, so whatever weak little protests he has aren't going to fool Jack. ]
I've got you where I want you. I'll move you when I'm ready.
[ He pauses, like he's actually considering it...but he doesn't make any change, but take a second to spit in the palm of his hand. ]
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(Though, no, he's not thinking far enough ahead yet to consider that might also mean Jack really does plan on getting him off more than once; clearly a bridge to be crossed later, once they actually get to it.)
Irving's legs quiver like they're on the verge of losing strength, and he presses his weight more firmly against the wall so as not to simply collapse where he stands. His cock jumps again in Jack's hand, increasingly responsive and dripping freely, before a heat drops suddenly and urgently through him. ]
I-- [ He pants, gasping quietly, feeling the approaching climax already shivering through him. ] Rackham--
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He pushes his body closer, pressing against him to keep him from toppling over onto the floor. Poor thing, shaking in his hands already. Jack doesn't let up on him, he bites at him instead, leaving angry, sucking red marks in the crook of his neck. ]
Come for me, John. Do as I say.
[ Get this repressed, desperate shit out of the way so they can get started for real. ]
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(He's got a scarf to wear out to cover the marks, after all.)
For all the pride and dignity he normally tries to carry within himself as a Lieutenant in Her Majesty's Royal Navy, a representative of England and the UK, and, of course, a man of God, Irving doesn't have much of either left over for just himself, doesn't have that particular sense of shame over coming on command-- religious shame, yes, that much goes without saying for him, but otherwise he's in fact almost eager for it, pressing his face to Jack's shoulder as he comes with a pained groan and a rough jerk forward with his hips. Being told what to do always helps to soothe mixed, complicated feelings for him somewhat, not so much he has to bite back something like a yes, sir, but just the general relief of being excused from having to decide for himself how to feel. ]
Is that really what you wanted?
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That was just to loosen you up. I'm not finished with you.
[ He has a seat on the edge of the bed, noting the light squeak under his weight. Unlacing his boots, he looks up at Irving, expectant with his eyes wide and brows slightly raised. ]
Take your clothes off, then.
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All of them?
[ It occurs to him briefly, though only briefly, that out of the few people he's made quota with so far since he's been in Duplicity, Jack is actually the only one he's gotten completely undressed for-- not only once but twice now, which is notable only for how uncomfortable Irving is with being nude (or even just semi-nude) in front of anyone.
He drops his gaze, feeling his face heat up further, then joins Jack on the bed so he can sit to remove his boots and pull his legs free of his pants before turning over so he's on his hands and knees -- by now almost fully nude apart from his underwear -- assuming the position, so to speak, before Jack can tell him to.
Finally he glances over his shoulder to look at Jack again, speaking softly: ]
Go ahead, then-- you can...
[ He nods his head slightly to indicate his underwear, which he hasn't touched (except to put his cock away) in case Jack wants to remove them himself. ]
Please, I'm ready.
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[ Jack would be surprised to hear that there were anyone else at all, save, perhaps, a pity-handjob from Jopson or some poor soul, so well done on that, really. The way he conducts himself, the rapid on and off between piousness and shameless submission, it's confusing and pathetic. Almost too pathetic, no challenge or push-and-pull. He'll just have to invent one himself.
He lets his pants drop to the floor, the knife he keeps in his belt clanging, and leans back against the wall, propping a pillow behind him to get nice and cozy. Jack sends the bottle of lube rolling Irving's way, and issues him a challenging squint. ]
Finger yourself open, this time. I want to watch.
[ With his cock in his hand, teasing himself rather than the quick jerking to get off he was doing to Irving a minute before. ]
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[ Irving stares at the bottle almost uncomprehendingly, then raises his gaze back up to Jack, brows furrowed. Back down to the bottle, looking at it now with dawning horror. Like a reflex, he immediately straightens up on his knees and kicks the bottle further away from him, arms pulled in front of him over his chest like he already feels degraded just by the thought. ]
You can't be serious. I-I can't...
[ His gaze briefly drops to Jack's hand wrapped around his cock, then raises up to his face again, eyes wide with alarm that Jack might actually want to stroke himself to the sight of him -- Irving -- opening himself on his own fingers, and covers his face with both hands apart from his wild, panicked eyes. ]
I can't do that. [ Shaking his head, slowly lowering his hands again. ] N-not for-- it's too... y-you can't possibly expect me to believe you'd actually find that a-attractive, Jack, so please do not mock me.
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