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TDM #27
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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 LIEs 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 LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. Skies are clear and the weather is warm. |
 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. |
 (cw: dubcon, altered mental states, infidelity, cruelty) Some charming surprises for LIERs new and old alike are being distributed at Orientation, hawked by various merchants, and handed out by early revelers in the streets. These nearly ubiquitous and fashionably-colored butterfly, bull, or swan charms can be found on a wide array of products from braided bracelets, to pendants, rings, keychains, pins, barrettes, etc. They're extremely attractive to whoever possesses one, to the point they don't want to remove it. If they make a concerted effort to take it off, they may find themselves wearing it again a few hours later without remembering putting it back on. The only way to truly be rid of it is to swap it out for a different charm. Butterflies feel more devil-may-care. They're up for trying just about anything once and have the stamina for it easily. However, they also bore quickly and might even quit an act right in the middle if it, or the person they're with, isn't doing it for them. They have a fairly callous attitude toward their partners' needs and desires unless they happen to align in the moment. They care nothing for commitment or long-term stability. Life is about enjoying every second as it comes. It's too short to waste on repetition. Bulls know what they want and exactly how they want it. They're confident and assertive in their propositions and prefer to stick to tried and true kinks they already know they enjoy. If they've never dipped their toes into the world of kink before, they will seek out someone knowledgeable to give them thorough instruction so that, when the time comes to try it on their own, they have the needed skills. They are enthusiastic about their own interests and very motivated to share them with others. The great thing about bulls is they won't quit until they get the job done and everyone is satisfied — unless denial is your thing. No judgment here. Swans are in love with romance and stability. They are less focused on falling in love with someone specific than they are on becoming the kind of person worthy of love and partnership. They're in it for the deep feelings with the goal of building a long-lasting love connection. They are prone to all the grand gestures, wooing in style, and digging into self-help if they have less desirable traits that would make them a bad partner. Even if a character would normally be allergic to this attitude, possession of a swan charm turns their eye toward the goal of being a good mate for life. Anyone who comes together with someone else in possession of the same charms will find themselves drawn to that person with the traits of the charm amplified. Butterflies will be even more flighty and prone to boredom, Bulls more set in their ways, etc. Should any unlucky trio decide on a 3-way with one holder of each charm, they're in for a bad time of it with the traits of each clashing and a high likelihood of hurt feelings and bad sex. After first obtaining a charm and wearing it, characters will be affected for one week with the effects waning as time passes until it's just a pretty bauble. No one can be under the effect of two or more charms at once, but they can switch charms out throughout the week. |
 (cw: dubcon, aphrodisiacs, drugs, cannibalism, violence, forced orgasms, overstimulation, macro/micro sex organs/traits, body horror, forced exhibitionism, humiliation, flashing) It's that time of year, when preparations for Duplicity's annual celebration of Tumenalia are underway. Green, red, and blue banners are hung from the buildings and street lights. Food and drink is abundant at tables and stalls, some of it simply tasty treats, some with the powerful aphro effects those familiar with Duplicity have come to expect from such offerings. Buyer beware. Or not. Businesses that capitalize on the sexual and violent nature of the festival have their best wares on display — toys, fetish wear, erotic furniture, even weapons, all either on sale at discount before businesses close for the festival or offered up for LIERs to demo in exchange for coupons to use later. One shop in particular has a few unusual items geared toward the festival, both for offense and defense it would seem. Toxine is a two piece lipstick set in a vibrant shade of red that comes with a clear basecoat. If worn without the basecoat, it affects both the wearer and anyone they kiss, producing wild desire to devour one another in any way possible. Effects can range from sexy to violent, even cannibalistic, depending upon the wearer and target. If worn with the basecoat, only the target is affected and their consuming desires will be unleashed on anyone in the vicinity. Knives for Feet No, your feet aren't knives. That would be silly! There are spring-loaded blades in the toes of these lovely fetish shoes geared toward men, women, and those who identify outside the binary. Some styles are studded with spikes as well, or have an extra-sharp stiletto heel. You'll look killer for any party. If someone gives you a hard time, knock them dead, baby. Slay. Orgasme is the perfectly discreet gentle self-defense perfume bottle that packs a big punch. One spritz from the très chic atomizer sends the target into paroxysms of intense, debilitating orgasm, long enough for someone to make a quick escape or capture. Use with caution in high winds. Not for use in enclosed spaces. The manufacturer of Orgasme will not be liable for damages from improper use of product. Do not use if allergic to any ingredients in Orgasme. One bottle of Orgasme is good for four uses. Flaunt It (If You've Got It?) This adjustable leather or pleather harness is unisex and designed to be worn under clothing for a naughty surprise to enhance your best assets. Unfortunately, the manufacturer outsourced their labor this year. It may work as advertised, or it may go terribly wrong. Characters who are typically shy or insecure about their bodies will find the harness not only enhances their assets but enlarges them significantly. Characters who are arrogant about their looks will instead find their assets have shrunken to the point they're barely visible. Characters with a neutral feeling about their own bodies may simply have a nice leather harness to wear. Those who have grown or shrunk will feel an irresistible urge to flash someone whose opinion matters to them, whether this person is someone they care about or loathe. Those who don't know anyone in the city will want to flash the first attractive stranger they see. Only after exposing themselves can a character remove the harness and return to normal. If they can't find anyone to flash at all, the harness will eventually loosen and become removable within 2 days. Other businesses that don't cater to the depravity may be preparing fortifications against the impending Tumenalia mayhem, some even boarding up and closing down early. The owners want nothing to do with the property damage that often goes along with the releasing of inhibitions. It isn't long before suggestive and downright filthy graffiti is sprayed on the boards of these businesses. Some people have no sense of civic pride. ((Please note Tumenalia takes place in November. You're still welcome to play with the pre-festival prompts in December, or you can assume that post-festival the decorations are being taken down, businesses reopened, last remaining stock is on clearance, etc.)) |
 While the hierarchy of Dominants and Submissives remains generally stable throughout Duplicity, the society is not entirely without subversive undercurrents. Even after the quelling of recent dissent, there are whispers of defiance among those who long for a life outside the confines of their designation. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that moves around the Up, never held in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its current location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, the phrase No Labels will get you inside and into the temporary freedom that club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be — or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled. On the night in question, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, patrons have the choice of submitting their names into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, an anonymous message will pop up on both parties' devices with the name and description of their partner, and whether or not they choose to meet them is purely at their discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either. |
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 the assignments are OOCly 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 is a lover, they are a Dominant. If your character is more of a fighter, 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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He’d laugh if his lips weren’t otherwise preoccupied. A tiny goldfish breaching the threshold of a famished moray’s lair… Floyd swears he’s only ever heard such a thing in fairy tales.
Finally, with the corner of his lips upturned, Floyd reciprocates in kind, pressing more firmly against Riddle’s mouth and resting a hand on his now bare thigh. He’s never been the best at taking things slow, made evident in the way he parts his lips and taps Riddle’s own with the very tip of his tongue. As soon as it happens, however, Floyd retreats but a millimeter away and releases a breathy laugh.]
Haha~ Was that your first kiss, Goldfishie?
[His palm slides up his inner thigh then, the other coming to rest on Riddle’s stomach so he can slowly push the lower hem of his shirt toward his chest.]
Was it, was it~?
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He fully expected that Floyd would easily go along with Riddle's moves as he has been doing up to this point. So, when there's a pause, he balks— is he... doing this wrong?
He's about to pull away when the lips finally press against his own, and he feels his heart pounding in his ears. A soft noise escapes his throat at the feel of the tongue, and he opens his eyes when Floyd pulls back.
The question has him darkening immediately, softened features quickly hardening, even as his body shivers a bit at the touches.
His hand comes up to grab the front of his hoodie as he narrows his eyes.]
Shut up, Floyd.
[And then he's tugging, kissing him again and opening his mouth. He may not have the experience, but like hell he's just going to let Floyd do everything, here...
His eyes shut once more as he deepens the kiss, tongue brushing past the jagged teeth. His hand tightens a bit more in the clothes as he tilts his head, letting out a slightly unsteady breath into the kiss.]
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[Oh, for the love of all the Seven, where is this going?! Is he nervous or not? If he knew Riddle had this much fire in him from the start, he wouldn’t have bothered being such a gentleman (… ok, a sort-of-gentleman).
Still, while it’s painfully obvious there’s no experience behind Riddle’s movements, Floyd revels in the chaos as he usually does. The tugging, grappling and mess of tongue and teeth alike–
There’s no hesitation when he slips his hand beneath Riddle’s shirt, no questions or laughter while he wraps his fingers around the base of his aching cock and proceeds to start jerking him off in time with their kiss. His tongue shoves forward, stubbornly maneuvers around the smaller boy’s own when he isn’t busy nipping at the plush of his lip.
But that sound–that sound… It’s so breathy and vulnerable and he can’t get it out of his mind. Shaky as it is, that needy puff of air gives Floyd an opening to try and regain control. He growls deep in his throat and twists his wrist, picking up the pace and stroking Riddle off base to tip and back again.
Who knows? Perhaps he likes it just as messy and quick as Floyd does.]
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Even as Floyd goes all in, Riddle doesn't move to stop him. That Floyd had demonstrated the patience he had up to this point was still something of a miracle to Riddle, so... he won't make him wait and tease the situation out any longer.
In all that excitement, he feels a sharp pain in his tongue, and gives a slight grunt; part of him had been anticipating that. He withdraws it because he does not want to try his luck against a predatory merman's self-restraint (or lack thereof) when he's just gotten a taste of blood. He'll continue kissing Floyd, but he'll keep his wounded tongue in the safe confines of his own mouth, thank you.
His body shifts desperately into Floyd's touches, hips already starting to move of their own accord. That growl gets to him far more than it has any right to, tickling his ear drums and causing a full-bodied shudder. There's a huffy, needy noise into the kiss, and his free hand comes up under Floyd's clothes, now, angry nails scratching against bare skin and leaving red trails in their wake.]
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What matters most is that this is happening at all; that nobody’s been maimed or killed or left to play with their own hand. And yet the moment Floyd tastes that all-too familiar flavor of iron on his tongue, a switch flips and he meets Riddle’s intensity with newfound vigor, growling again as he stubbornly bites at the other boy’s tongue and narrowly misses sinking his teeth back into that fresh cut.
Ok. So the hunt’s finally started, hasn’t it…
Unfortunately, there’s little time to enjoy the mewling and shuddering once those hands sneak under his hoodie. It stings, even if only briefly, like kitten scratches or pinpricks from an urchin. It’s hardly enough to discourage Floyd… Hell, considering his kind encourages violence–especially in the throughs of mating–Riddle’s gesture is about as enticing as a siren’s song.
Emboldened, Floyd stills his hand so he can shove at Riddle’s shoulder and try to press his back to the bed instead. He has to break the kiss to do it, but for the merman it’s a small sacrifice to make.]
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He senses the building aggression, and so when Floyd breaks the kiss and shoves him, Riddle gives his own growl and resists, hand coming down to grasp the base of the mer's dick through his pants. A sense of control regained, because he absolutely does not trust being put in a position of vulnerability while Floyd's so wild. Doesn't trust that the teen wouldn't let himself fall to his most base instincts and actually cause him serious harm.
He gives the erection a squeeze, then shifts his position to have his body fully facing Floyd, and slightly above as well.]
Cool it.
[The command is punctuated with another squeeze. If Riddle knows anything about the animal kingdom, it's that the most dominant creature calls the shots.
He's not sure how far the analogy extends as far as merfolk go, but Floyd's acted sufficiently feral enough for him to feel it'd have some credence.]
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Sure, merfolk aren't animals, per se, but they're still feral and subject to their instincts. In the sea, especially in the darkest, coldest depths of it, survival matters more than anything else. Mating means surviving; the strongest always live to strengthen the next generation and so on and so on... Being denied that here and now--even just the principle of it--is beyond aggravating.]
Tch.
[With little more than a scoff, Floyd grabs at Riddle's wrist to try and stop him from squeezing so hard. Yeah, yeah, he likes squeezing... but not when he's on the receiving end of it.]
You cool it.
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You remember our earlier conversation, don't you? This is a lesson for both of us.
[Something that's more difficult for the mer to keep in mind in the heat of the moment, he's sure.
He looks at that clearly aggravated expression and gives a soft huff.]
Regretting your decision, yet?
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Leaning back, he pointedly stares down at the hand between his legs. There’s hardly anything sexy about it. If anything, he feels like he’s being grabbed by the scruff of the neck… Still, he rolls his eyes and offers a grumpy,]
No.
[in response.]
But I hate stopping once we’ve got a thing going, you know? … Did the kiss even do anything for you?
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But he's being good for the moment, so Riddle tries a lighter press, this time, to see how Floyd reacts to it.]
You didn't even try to stop yourself from biting my tongue off.
[you damn animal.
The kiss question, however, has a blush rising to his cheeks again, eyes averting.]
...it helped distract me.
[It's true. Just not all of the truth.]
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[Which probably doesn't sound appealing either. But at least the rest of the kiss seems to have gone well. That in mind, Floyd heaves a sigh then scoots in closer.]
You were getting all scratchy, so I thought you'd be into a rougher kiss.
[Unless Riddle's like Floyd is with squeezing where he likes to give it but hates to receive it. Anyway, he hasn't reacted to the change in pressure just yet--he's far too distracted for that--so Floyd reaches for Riddle's wrist again to try and move his fingers away.]
Lay down. ... I mean-- If you wanna lay down, then it'll be easier to kiss that way. Ok?
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[And pray tell, what is "nibble a little" to a moray...
Would he be into a rougher kiss? Maybe. He still isn't so sure of those teeth.
He lets his hand be pulled away, brow drawn as Floyd says that. He finally gives a sigh, moving to lay down.
He hopes he doesn't regret this.]
Don't draw too much blood. Got it?
[Is he stupid for giving Floyd this much control? Only time would tell, he supposes...]
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Puffing his cheeks, Floyd plops his hands down on either side of Riddle's head.]
It's not my fault if you get yourself cut on my teeth.
[So maybe you oughta be more careful. Hmph! ... Anyway, at least Riddle's complying, which remains a curious surprise considering how finicky the other boy can be about all his silly rules. Floyd doesn't doubt he's broken at least a handful of those by now, whatever they are, but he's not about to bring it up when they've already gotten this far.
So instead, he'll count his blessings, and after placing his hands on Riddle's legs, he tries to spread them apart to make room for himself between them. ... Should he be explaining this part? Might as well even if it's not exactly sexy.]
'kay. See? I'm gonna kiss you and, like, sorta do what I was doing with my hand but with this.
[Floyd points at his own dick... which is still trapped in his pants. Witness it.]
Makes sense?
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[Don't put it all on him!
There's a hesitant inhale when Floyd moves his legs apart, but he lets it be done. The explanation, clumsy as it is, earns a flush from Riddle. There is genuine appreciation for Floyd keeping that in mind, though... so he gives a nod.
He feels strangely vulnerable, just lying splayed underneath Floyd like this. A slow exhale escapes as he fights not to let his nerves flare or show too much.]
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[Unless he really, really wants them to be. But, fine, fine, he'll be as careful with them as he possibly can be... until he gets carried away and inevitably forgets.
For now though, Floyd shimmies his way between Riddle's legs as he's allowed then with a stubborn huff dips his hips so his bulge presses firmly to Riddle's cock.]
There. Now c'mere.
[Without further preamble, Floyd dives right back where they left off, tilting his head as he swoops down to capture Riddle's lips with his own.]
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Heart thrumming again underneath him, he tentatively moves to kiss Floyd again, head tilting slightly for a better angle. At the same time, his hands come up to curl into the fabric on Floyd's back.
Don't think. Focus on the kiss...]
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... And now he's holding onto him. Really? Seriously? It feels like only yesterday that Riddle refused to be within one hundred feet of Floyd. Now here he is digging his nails into his skin and threatening to rip apart his clothes.
That harness really is something.
With their heads tilted, Floyd has a better angle to deepen the kiss this time, tongue swiping between his lips in search of Riddle's own. He arches his back as he does so, grinding slowly and somehow managing not to lose his mind without being skin to skin. That might not last much longer, however, because mid-kiss he fumbles between them to start hastily undoing the latch to his belt.]
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His overactive mind calms somewhat almost immediately with deepening kiss, and Riddle lets out a little sigh into it as he allows his own tongue to swipe against and past Floyd's. The roll of Floyd's hips has Riddle giving a brief, high-pitched sound into the kiss, face flushing redder. All these sudden starts and stops are really getting to him, and he shifts in want underneath the mer.]
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Floyd could laugh if his mouth weren’t otherwise preoccupied, not because he was incapable of imagining this ever happening… but because even with his infinite curiosity, he realizes just how little he knows about the boy beneath him, namely how little he understands about what he enjoys. He hardly ever sees Riddle smile, after all. Outside of the tidbits Ace and Deuce feed him, Floyd knows absolutely nothing at all.
So when Riddle makes that high pitched sound and squirms against his body, Floyd pauses, lips stalled but still a breath away from touching, because this is something new, something exciting and raw and enjoyable not only for himself… but Riddle as well.
For once, they’re actually doing something fun together.
Stomach twisting and flipping, the merman swallows thickly before continuing the kiss, deep and hungry while he finally finishes unzipping his fly.]
Um…
[Panting softly, Floyd moves to catch his breath by pressing his head beside Riddle’s ear.]
So… If I take mine out too, will you freak out?
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Another soft noise escapes when the kiss is deepened further, little hints of pleasure daring to sneak out of his throat.
And then it's broken, and he wishes it hadn't, because he feels like it's the only thing keeping him from...
... well. Doing exactly what Floyd's asking. He swallows.]
Go ahead.
[His breath is too unsteady right now, and he hates that. Hates that this is all... so much, when it's clear people like Floyd have never had anything close to resembling a problem like his.
He closes his eyes. Stop thinking. Stop...]
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In the end, he finally frees himself from the confines of his pants then shifts about so they'll be pressed firmly together. His breath hitches as soon as it happens. So warm... Sure, it's a little peculiar to be smaller than someone for once, but Floyd's not complaining.
With his face still hidden in Riddle's neck, Floyd bites his lip and laughs before rolling forward and starting up the pace once more, shamelessly humping and grinding away until he's fully erect.]
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At first, he simply tries to weather it, tries to focus on the desire and pleasure as he clings to Floyd for dear life. But the anxiety is creeping in like a poison.
Too much too much too much—]
Floyd. [His voice is a breathless kind of whispery, more than a hint of desperation in it.] Keep kissing me.
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So he lifts his head and grins, but won't be kissing him just yet. In a sing song voice,]
Ask nicely~
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Deep breaths. Deep breaths... He's in control. Doing this isn't a surrender.
It's a gift.
A slow breath out, the tension and anger leaking out of him.]
Please.
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Surprisingly though, Floyd (and his dick) will live to see another day, and even more surprising is that Riddle actually complies.
How precious.]
Hehe... Okaaay~
[With that, Floyd eases down nice and slow to brush their lips together, not quite kissing, but coming dangerously close.]
You really like kissing, don't you?
[Sure does remind him of how a real goldfish purses its pouty mouth all the time. That in mind though, Floyd decides not to press his luck any further and finally gives Riddle a proper kiss. Firm, warm, and with the slightest hint of a smile still lingering at the corner of his lips-- He grinds forward as he does, eager to hear more of those breathy little mewls.]
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