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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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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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In any case, he's not trying to embarrass him. Not with that suggestion in particular, at least. Undying devotion to Anne and her happiness notwithstanding, why be in a throuple if he doesn't like to watch? ]
I would, in fact, if you weren't so staunchly dedicated to bleeding the eroticism out of everything in your path. I thought you wanted to work for it?
[ He stubbornly kicks the bottle back. ]
Your ass felt good last time. I want to get a good look at it, now.
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Strangely. Shamefully... compulsively, almost.
He isn't proud of it. He isn't proud of the way he considers any attraction Jack might have for him as something with actual value, a gift he would have never known what to do with but had also never actually been given before. ]
I'm sorry, I-- y-yes, I do. I would like to work for it. [ He reaches for the bottle, fumbling it open clumsily. ] You know I don't mean to be... difficult, about this. Really, I don't, I...
[ More than that, he doesn't want Jack to lose patience with him completely, which feels like enough incentive to just... do it, because anyway, he can hardly degrade himself in front of Jack anymore than he already has.
Probably. But how stupid that he's even found himself in such a pathetic predicament to begin with.
Irving gets back on his hands and knees to slip down his underwear past his hips before he messily spills lube over his fingers, breathing hard as he tries to relax and not think about being watched, but obviously he can't not think about it when it's something he'd never do if he was alone. ]
And will you not... think any less of me? If I do this? [ "If," as if his ass isn't already out. ] How can I make it more appealing for you?
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You just need to relax, Irving, honestly. I wouldn't have asked you if I weren't into the idea, and furthermore, you'll want to know how to do this, if you're to keep having liaisons like this with other men.
[ Listen, he'll help, peeling the underwear the rest of the way off him until he drops it to the floor. Stupid, unnecessary layer, won't catch Jack wearing that shit. ]
No, I won't. [ True, if only because his opinion has very little room to sink. ] Try to look like you're enjoying yourself. If you are, I will.
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Right, as if that could happen. If anything, Jack's advice only makes Irving more determined not to have any more liaisons with other men at all after this one -- a decision he'll keep making as many times as he has to until it sticks -- but also, in that case, he might as well let himself enjoy it this time. It isn't like they're doing it sober, which grants them a bit more leeway.
Irving avoids looking over at Jack or responding to his sudden closeness in any other way except to tense slightly, though he'd much rather Jack touch him than have to touch himself; self-pleasure is complicated for him, even in a situation like now, where it's only serving as a means to an end of getting himself ready for Jack.
Closing his eyes, Irving shifts his weight forward slightly on his knees and reaches his arm behind himself, shaking fingers searching blindly until he shivers at feeling one brush against his hole. His fingers flex uneasily for a few seconds before he pushes two inside unceremoniously, one after the other, eager to try getting this done quickly. The abrupt sting and stretch of penetration makes him moan, so he bites his lip to silence himself before proceeding further, pushing his fingers deeper, adding a third. ]
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Take it easy, before you hurt yourself. I don't want you bleeding on me. Do you remember how I did it? [ He rests his palm wide against Irving's ass, squeezing gently, soothing rather than distracting. That's what he's going for, anyway. ] It's supposed to feel good. Slow down, curl your fingers.
[ How did Jack find himself teaching Irving how to finger himself? For God's sake. The man still seems unable to make his own choices about his own pleasure, maybe he likes being told what to do. That's not entirely unrelatable, but he doesn't know Jack. Doesn't trust him, unless he's a complete fool. He can't understand why he would want such a thing. Takes all types, to make Duplicity run. ]
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He slows down, curls his fingers, shivers with his whole body again as it begins to (as promised) feel good, something that makes him moan more with shame than pleasure, but still he doesn't stop. The growing pleasure of it may be sinful and disgusting and whatever else -- it's getting harder and harder to concentrate on the litany in his head of all the things he should be feeling shame over -- but he also doesn't actually want to injure himself in his haste, because then it will have all been for nothing. ]
All right, I-I'm--
[ Irving chokes back a gasp behind the palm of his free hand, groaning low and quiet, mildly desperate, behind that barrier as well. It's beginning to feel a little too good... ]
H-how much more of this? I'd rather... [ Ugh, he hates to say it, but: ] I would rather it be you.
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[ And he's hard again, past the boner killer complaining and back onto something more pleasing. His hand trails lazily up the line of Irving's spine, just watching, letting the flush take over his face and listening to his muffled little noises before he does a thing other than talk. ]
You're doing great. You look good, getting nice and ready for my cock.
[ Jack's hand reaches up to the other man's hair, tangling his fingers in it and giving it a little pull, urging his head upwards to meet his eyes. He wants to know that the pleasure Irving is getting out of this is genuine - not that it would occur to him to fake it, but to be sure he's done as Jack told him. ]
That's what you want, John?
[ Jack sits back down on the bed, against the wall where he's got his pillow set up. ]
Come on over and have a seat.
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Irving stares back, eyes half-lidded with weary pleasure, and nods slowly. ]
Y-yes, [ His voice is low, quiet, but clear. ] I do.
[ He wants it so badly he probably looks stupid, but Irving remains undeterred, moving toward Jack and pausing only to consider the physical logistics at hand, such as: which way should he face? Irving's instinct is, as usual, to face away, although climbing backwards onto Jack's lap seems significantly more complicated than the alternative, so he relents and climbs on the easy way, facing Jack, since Jack is apparently keen on watching Irving's face while buggering him anyway.
(Which Irving doesn't get at all, personally; looking at others while nude or engaged in anything remotely carnal only makes him want to look away, and being looked at doing same only makes him want to hide. Being looked at while he sits on Jack's cock is somehow even more nerve-wracking to him than the act itself.)
Straddling Jack's hips, Irving avoids eye contact as he carefully lowers his own, guided by Jack's erection bumping itself against the cleft of his ass. The next step, actually fitting inside him, is less straightforward, but Irving manages to figure that out on his own, reaching behind himself to hold Jack's cock still as he aligns himself with the head of it and lowers down about an inch. His other hand, meanwhile, presses over his mouth as his breathing begins to hitch faster. ]
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Jack settles in to let Irving climb on top of him, quickly squirting some of the lube on his cock to make this go smoother. Irving guides him in, and he legs out a shaky breath, swearing with the restrictive heat of him, the slow, torturous descent. ]
Fucking hell...
[ He grabs his ass with both hands, fingers gripping roughly into pale flesh, not forcing him down onto his cock, but making the motion smoother, eyes on Irving's face as he sinks down. Jack's just the opposite, he wouldn't dare look away. ]
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In a way it's felt almost more appropriate that a pirate be the first to debauch Irving this way, get him to do things he never would have on his own prerogative beyond even just the acts themselves, because degeneracy from pirates is normal, expected, plus the fact that beyond these dalliances, Irving has no major vested interest in Jack's opinion of him. Not really. After all, there's never been any respect between them for him to lose.
(All that being said, it also hasn't stopped Irving from finding something about Jack begrudgingly... enticing, even if he couldn't say what. He certainly isn't about to self-analyze that feeling.)
Sitting up on his knees, legs shaking, Irving raises himself up about halfway off Jack's cock the first time before coming back down, rhythm tentative and clumsy, but needy. One hand moves higher to dig into Jack's hair, the other remaining grounded on his shoulder, fingers dug in to give Irving better leverage for rocking himself in place. It's all he can do not to focus on the close proximity of their faces, Irving's as usual conveying every thought and feeling as clearly as a billboard, tensed in a conflicted grimace that still barely disguises his pleasure, his eyes screwed shut to hide the eagerness no doubt shining in them, lips pursed to hold back groans. ]
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There you go, John. You feel good.
[ Why downplay it? Whether there is respect here or not, whether his investment in Irving's feelings and self-discovery are genuine or not, if he's planning on keeping this up, the least he can do is give some praise when it's due. Irving lacks experience, but not eagerness, as much as he tries to deny it. He'll mold him into a proper whore, yet. ]
Grab as tight as you need.
[ He likes it. The hand in his hair, the pushing against him, means the other man's figuring it out. Jack lets him do so, a few slow, rocking ins and outs to get the hang of it before he starts thrusting up into him. His rhythm is more consistent than Irving's, but if he sets the pace, he'll trust the navyman to follow. Reaching up, Jack grabs at his chin, prodding at his lip with his thumb. ]
Don't hold back, I want to hear you.
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No holding back now; he couldn't keep quiet if he tried. ]
You-- [ He huffs, breath hitching sharply. ] You also-- also feel... g-good.
[ The last word is nearly whispered, but he gets it out, just barely, the whole sentence sticking in his throat the whole way for how impossibly difficult it is to say. Irving feels as if, perhaps, he owes him at least that much honesty, for everything else Jack's so far offered him in return (in more ways than one), because it does genuinely feel good in a way Irving never thought sex actually could feel; as much as he's never wanted to "figure it out," right now that's all he wants, to feel and get his fill of all the specific sorts of pleasures he's deprived himself of for so long.
It makes a difference, pushing back while Jack is always pushing forward, magnifying the experience almost overwhelmingly so. His fingers dig into Jack's hair more deeply, gripping and pulling it as Irving rocks in place trying to match the pace Jack's set, all the while gasping and whining and clinging tight against the other man. ]
D-don't stop, [ Spoken between pants. ] Please don't stop.
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