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TDM #35
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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. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The first hints of spring are in the air. |
 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: bondage/shibari) The featured workshop at this month's Orientation is a trust-building "ropes course." Deepen your bond with your partner and explore the balance between restraint and freedom, as well as the power dynamics inherent in this hands-on learning opportunity. You'll discover the beauty of patience, communication, and connection as you weave intricate patterns of rope around each other's bodies. The class portion of the workshop is brief, featuring demonstrations by NPC Dominants and Submissives, after which characters of opposite designations will be paired up and expected to replicate what was shown. Printed handouts from LIEs will be passed around with step by step instructions for their reference—though some may be less than clear, or only include pictures and diagrams without written directions. Do your best! |
 (cw: sexual fluids and other body fluids, sexual art, body paint) Want to escape the unpleasantness of the Down? Arrivals are encouraged to partner up and participate in an ongoing public art installation in the Up where they will be invited to shed inhibitions and embrace the raw essense of self-expression through a unique medium: their stained bed sheets. The exhibition is being held in Fiddler's Square's very own Stay & Play Hotel where pairs may rent time in a special reserved block of rooms to work on their intimate canvases. Uncontracted pairs may get a steep discount, or even a free room if they are convincingly passionate. All sheets in these rooms are reactive to moisture of any kind, and each room is stocked with complimentary lubricants and body paints. Through tactile engagement and artistic interpretation, attendees redefine the unity and celebration of their designations coming together and celebrate the complexity and beauty of their experience. Unleash your creativity, and join in defining the art of expression. |
 (cw: gas leak, aphrodisiacs, altered mental states, hallucinations) The Down isn't a very pleasant place to be, especially for newcomer Submissives who are forced to live in public housing. While the state of the building complex is nothing to phone home about at the best of times, this particular month it's abysmal. Much needed repairs on the plumbing have been ignored for far too long and, after a particularly chilly winter, the hot water heaters are bust. They need replacing, but who is going to pay for that? It'll take some time and a bunch of bureaucratic red tape before the water in the city-provided housing turns warm again. Enjoy your cold showers for the foreseeable future! Or, y'know, suck up to a Dominant and ask them to use their shower. But wait! There's more! As if the plumbing problems aren't bad enough, there is also some kind of gas leak, and a nasty one at that. It doesn't seem to be flammable and no one will be dying in their sleep, but that's the only good news. The fumes from the gas are invisible and also odorless, leaving unsuspecting Submissives (and anyone else who visits the building, for that matter) at the mercy of the effects. In the common areas of the building the exposure is the strongest, but it still seeps into character's rooms as well. Inhaling the gas will leave characters feeling loopy and more open to interacting with others. Some may find that they're feeling extra cuddly and needy, if not outright horny because of it. The rarest—and one of the least pleasant—side effects are the hallucinations some characters may experience, causing them to mistake others for people they may know. After a few days the leak will be repaired, but it'll take a few more days following the fix for the building to be aired out completely. |
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 more lawful, they are a Submissive. If your character is more chaotic, they are a Dominant. 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 tag on 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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The tangling fingers tug ever so slightly against his hair, a movement that Lilia doesn't seem to be very consciously aware of. It's more of an instinct, to make him lean his head back, expose more of his neck. To allow his other hand to come up, resting around his throat, grabbing at his jaw as if Cater'd slip out of his grip if he took his hands off him for even one second. His tongue slips into Cater's mouth again, greedily exploring every inch of his mouth, as he grinds down against him, moaning into his mouth. Cater'd have to break the kiss himself if he wanted time to breathe. Lilia's all too focused, for the moment, to even realize they'd need to. ]
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Their moans mingle as their bodies grind together in a more intense rhythm, and Cater manages for as long as he can before he has to break their kiss, saliva strung between them as Cater gasps for air, whining with pleasure. He's gotten remarkably hard in a short time, teased beyond belief by the growing heat between them.]
I want you so fucking bad.
[As if he even had to say it.]
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It's not a laugh that bubbles up at the statement, but a happy, distracted hum. His eyes dart across each inch of Cater's face, as if trying to memorize the breathless, flushed mess he'd become under him.]
I want you more than words can describe.
[ It wasn't a competition, and yet... Lilia's words were definitely competitive, playful. His hand fumbles with Cater's waistband, tugging at it, trying to tell him silently to help get those last pieces of clothing off them. ]
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Cater lifts his hips to help Lilia remove his underwear, and his erection is thankful to be released from its prison, popping greedily up toward the fae. At the same time, he uses his own fingers to help slide Lilia's down his legs--really, they were still far too dressed; if they had their magical pens in reach, he'd be tempted to use magic to dissolve them.
As it is, it only takes another moment to free them both from the last of their cotton shackles.]
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His hand fumbles around on the bed for the small bottle of lube he'd grabbed earlier. His fingertips grasp the bottle, and it's soon shoved against Cater's chest. ]
My nails are too sharp-- [ Finally, for a split second, Lilia seems overly flustered, looking away from Cater, trying to hide his flushed face by avoiding his gaze. ]
You should get me ready. If that's alright with you.
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Of course.
[Propping himself up on one elbow, Cater uses his opposite arm to scoot Lilia forward so their cocks are pressed against one another. Then, lubricating his fingers, he reaches around to tease his friend's entrance. He sits up a bit farther, mouth finding Lilia's neck as he slides a finger inside, scouring his inner walls with the pad of his finger.]
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So why's it any different with Cater?
As he's scooted forward, Lilia can't help but shift his hips, grinding himself against Cater's cock. Both of his hands find a spot on Cater's shoulders. His head tilts back as he feels Cater's lips against his neck.
Lilia's nails dig into his shoulders as he slides a finger inside, a needy whine drawn from the fae man then. His hips squirm needily, his breath catching in the back of his throat. ]
Cater...! [ His name is moaned out, in a way that puts Lilia's desire fully on display. Words might not be able to describe it, but his actions sure fucking do. ]
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Cater massages Lilia's insides with his finger, spreading the lubrication around and teasing him thoroughly before he adds another. His lips against Lilia's neck turns into teeth and he nibbles there, sucking and licking as his fingers seek out Lilia's prostate and coil against it.]
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As Cater's teeth nibble at his neck, his fingers ending up finding his prostate, Lilia's nails finally dig into his shoulders hard enough to break skin, his back arching to try and keep Cater's fingers pressing right on that one spot. ]
Good-- Good, right there, [ Lilia breathes out, his voice shaking ever so slightly. ] Mmh, please, Cater... [ He practically whimpers into his ear, overcome for the moment with his pleasure and desire, losing what little filter he had. ]
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The younger man moans, too, turned on by everything Lilia's doing, feeling so hot and ready for his friend.]
I want to be inside you.
[Cater doesn't stop moving his fingers as he makes the panted admission, his other hand gripping Lilia by his slim waist.]
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Mmhm-- [ Lilia nods quickly in agreement, words becoming impossible to form among his needy cries.
His body tenses, head leaning forward as he feels the tell-tale twitch of his own arousal, threatening to burst already. Not that it'd be a bad thing - he doesn't plan to stop, even if he does end up reaching a climax just from Cater's fingers alone.]
Hey-- Cater-- I'm... Almost...-- [ He warns, shifting to try and capture Cater's lips in a kiss. ]
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Lilia's lips find his and he gives into the kiss fully, mouth open and inviting. He keeps his fingers moving, following Lilia's every signal, his every twitch, to give his body everything it needs. Yeah, they were definitely going to make a mess--but maybe that was half the fun.]
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It doesn't take long at all for Lilia to cry out into the kiss, his body shuddering hard as he comes to a peak, half coating both of their cocks in his cum, making a mess of the small space between them.
Pulling back from the kiss, Lilia brings his hand up to cup Cater's cheek, panting heavily. He knows it's a bad idea to go straight from that into having Cater inside him, but, well... ]
More. You.
[ Two simple words, as he grinds himself against Cater. ]
Now - please.
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But still, none of that mattered more than what was demanded of him. Like the good sub he is, Cater doesn't hesitate. He pulls his hand free so he can use them both to line Lilia's body up where it needs to be, pressing the head of cock right into his opening and pushing in all the way. Cater moves Lilia down against him at the same rate he lifts up to meet him, groaning as that tightness envelops him.
He sees stars in that moment, mouth open and eyes dazed.]
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Both of his hands move to grab Cater's cheeks, a breathy laugh escaping him as he sits there for a second, relishing the feeling of having his dear friend so deep inside of him. His hands soon shift away from his face, falling down to allow him to slip his arms under Caters, resting both his hands against his back.
Leaning in, Lilia presses his mouth to Cater's shoulder. A few small kisses are left there as he begin to lightly shift his hips, getting used to the feeling of Cater's hard length inside him.
Without warning, Lilia finds a spot right along his shoulder and bites down lightly. Almost breaking the skin there - teasing the very idea. ]
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He'd maybe yelp if he hadn't been bitten by others at this point. Idia, in fact, had left a prominent circle of puncture wounds from his sharp teeth against one of his shoulders. If anything, the possibility of Lilia following through with the bite only serves to turn him on more. Cater's hands both fall to Lilia's hips, squeezing his small body forward so that his oversensitive length is sandwiched between their abdomens.]
You feel amazing. [No, actually--] You're amazing.
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The bite might've been followed through with had Cater not made that comment, the tiniest of gasps let out by the scrawny looking fae. Not a gasp like the others, in pleasure, but one of genuine surprise at Cater's words. His head turns for a second, cheek pressing against Cater's shoulder.
As sensitive as he was after just making a mess of himself, with the way Cater was flush inside him, his cock sandwiched between the two of them, that wasn't what had his whole focus. What did, was the happy feeling that burned in his chest, that overwhelmed his every nerve in a way he hadn't felt in centuries. ]
Really? [ Lilia murmurs, one of his hands managing to come right back up to Cater's face. He loved grabbing at him, touching his face, looking at him, seeing just how he was enjoying this too. ] I was about to say the very same thing about you.
[ The warmth shared between them was nothing compared to the heat he felt radiating from his face. Gods, he must be so flushed -- he can't let Cater see that. Turning his head back against his shoulder, Lilia bites at him again, a light nip at first, beginning to actually shift his hips. Pulling up, almost off of Cater, before practically slamming himself back down against him.
As he does, he cries out at his own sudden movement, still far too sensitive, sharp teeth finally cutting into Cater's skin, muffling his loud moan in the process. ]
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Ah--!
[He gasps when Lilia takes the initiative to draw himself up and slam back down again, not expecting him to suddenly move with such decisive intensity. And that action combined with the bite piercing him, he can't help the way that his hands instinctively grab onto his friend more tightly, pressing him down all the more snugly to his pelvis.]
Lilia...
[Cater doesn't want to rush them, doesn't want to be the one choosing what pace they go at--this was Lilia's night, as far as he was concerned--but his instincts are struggling against him, wanting to rock the smaller man up and down against his shaft.]
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Pulling back slightly from him, Lilia admires the bite mark, the spots where his fangs pressed into his skin, panting heavily with a mix of desire and amusement. He doesn't yet realize his own saliva is dripping down from his mouth, some of Cater's own blood staining his lips. Leaning back enough to look at Cater, to press their foreheads together, he smiles again at the younger. ]
Don't hold back, you sweet thing, [ Lilia murmurs to him, his hips grinding desperately down against Cater. ] ... we're in no rush. I'm yours for the night, alright? Let's enjoy this, let our bodies take control.
[ His tongue moves across his own fangs, his gaze hungry as he keeps his eyes on Cater, his mouth hanging open. ]
Does that sound like fun to you, too?
[ Such a dangerous proposition, if he'd already decided to take a bite out of Cater's shoulder. Poor Cater would be covered in bites from his sharp fangs by the time the night was over. Like he was attacked by some rabid vampire or something. Which...
Could it really be said that Lilia wasn't a little similar to a rabid beast??? ]
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Yeah--but you got one thing wrong.
[He falls backward onto the bed, looking up at Lilia and running his hands down his thighs before they come back up again.]
I'm the one who's yours.
[There was something so incredibly hot about the idea of Lilia using him like he was a glorified toy to do with what he wished, even if that meant chewing him up and leaving him in tatters. Still, he follows Lilia's orders and stops holding back, using his leverage on his hips to start grinding their bodies together more intently. Cater lifts his hips up off the bed, wanting to hit Lilia even deeper inside.]
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Ah.
As Cater falls back, Lilia shifts his position to press himself down against him better, arching his back to allow Cater to hit as deep as they could get in this position. That hungry look never leaves his face, even as he reaches down to press his first two fingers' tips against the wound on Cater's shoulder.
Bringing those two fingers up, he lips the blood off them with a thoughtful hum. ]
You're right. What foolish mistake on my part.
[ Lilia can't help the moans and needy whines that're elicited from him, letting them sound out without care or embarrassment, as he begins to move his hips in a more meaningful way, matching Cater's own movements. He pulls up, presses down harshly, not seeming to care if he overwhelmed them all too quickly with a pace like this.
Leaning down, his lips make contact again with his throat, fangs already daring to press against him, his noises let out right near Cater's ear. ]
I-- want to leave so many pretty marks on your perfect skin-- [ He breathes out, pressing a gentler kiss against his jaw. ] But I also-- want to....
Be so gentle with you. You're such a good boy, Cater, so sweet.
[ Another breathy laugh is let out by the smaller man, ] I'm conflicted. I want to eat you~ right~ up~!
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And then, above all else, that declaration of Cater as a good, sweet boy, hits him in a way that he'd be ashamed to admit out loud. His eyes open again and he looks at Lilia with a half-lidded, lusty gaze. He grips Lilia's hips firmly as he seeks to match that intense pace with his own thrusts. Gasping, panting, he begs:]
Devour me.
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Lilia isn't silent as he begins to work on marking Cater up, as his hips continue at that oh-so-intense pace. His noises are only muffled slightly by the other man's flesh - it's too obvious he's easily being driven crazy by their matched movements.
His mouth pulls back from Cater's neck. The man doesn't even take a moment to admire his work before he's sinking his fangs back into Cater's shoulder, greedily adding more wounds to his pale skin.]
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[Each bite is just the right amount of pain to enhance the pleasure he feels being inside of his friend. The punctures are the punctuation that ends each incredible thrust. He's young and his stamina is far from anything to scoff at, but there's only so much of all this he can take at once. Cater's close, he can feel it, and his muscles start tensing as a climax closes in on him. The pads of his fingers press desperately into Lilia's skin, legs quivering as they strain.]
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His head falls to one side, eyes only part way open as they focus down on him. ]
Cay-- Cater-!
[ Hands resting against Cater's chest, his fingers curl against him, nails digging in. As he slams down again, he cries out again, reaching his climax. His muscles tense hard as he again covers part of Cater's navel in his cum, his eyes squeezing shut, hands shaking against him. He can feel the rest of his small body begin to shake with the intensity of his orgasm, letting out a small whimper. ]
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