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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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At the very least, Lilia can take solace knowing he wasn't immediately pushed away, he wasn't forced back or told off for his offered words, the apology he gave. Instead, being told to forget it, as Floyd settles against him...
Careful gloved fingers, tangled in Floyd's hair, a few pieces being carefully twisted around several of his fingers, absentmindedly. The head boy's face pressed into his shoulder told a different story than the hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. It's difficult to tell what Floyd wanted, what he didn't want, what he felt.
It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. ]
Mm, we can, we can.
[ Shifting slightly, Lilia pulls back enough to pull Floyd's face from his shoulder, bringing both his hands up to cup both of Floyd's cheeks, Lilia offers a cheerful smile, trying to brighten the mood back up. ]
First things first. Let me get my shoes off, and I want to try something with you.
[ A gentle tug, Floyd brought in close, Lilia presses a careful kiss to his forehead, before pulling back enough to focus his attention down on his heeled boots. He unzips them, stepping out of them and setting them to the side. This action is then followed by Lilia shifting to get onto the bed, flopping onto his back.
With a fangy grin, he reaches his arms out towards Floyd. ]
Come here.
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… He sure is delicate though. And sweet. Sure, Floyd’s always known Lilia’s held a penchant for all things cute, but hugging? Petting? Kissing his forehead? He isn’t used to that at all. That doesn’t mean Floyd dislikes it, mind. It’s just–
–oh. And now he’s on the bed.]
‘kay.
[comes the casual reply. Floyd then kicks off his own shoes and, expecting the usual foreplay, crawls on top of Lilia.]
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The moment Floyd crawls on top of him, Lilia wraps his arms quickly around Floyd, pulling him down. Not into any sexual sort of position, to begin some form of foreplay.
It's a casual hold, one that, if Floyd was uninterested in, he'd be able to squirm out of. ]
Khee hee hee~! [ The fae's signature laugh sounds out, as if he'd just won a game between the two of them. ]
I got you~ You've been captured, by Lilia Vanrouge~!
[ Leaning, shifting, Lilia moves to press his lips against Floyd's neck. Not in a kiss, but...
A small raspberry is blown there, for good measure. Nothing better to cheer someone up with than intense silliness, right? ]
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[Granted, it’s a very soft “oof,” done more out of reflex than actual discomfort. Considering Floyd’s size though, that’s quite the grip Lilia’s got on him. He wonders what else might be easy for him to accomplish while he’s at it. Maybe he won’t have to be so careful with–
–ah?]
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Is he–?
Yo.
At first, Floyd pauses, unsure of how to react… but then his body takes over and he rolls over, trying to escape Lilia’s raspberry as he breaks into a sudden fit of bubbling laughter.]
Ahahaha~! That tickles, that tickles, Devilfishie, stooop~!
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Lilia tries his best to keep from laughing, wanting to keep this up as long as he could, to hear that adorable laugh of Floyd's for a little longer.
As Floyd rolls, Lilia hooks a leg around him, rolling with him, until Lilia can manage to be atop the far taller man, attempting to pin him down onto the bed. ]
Mmmmm-- no, I don't think I will! You have to try harder than that to get me to stop, Floyd~...!
[ With this declaration, Lilia's hand pulls at Floyd's shirt, his lips pressing then to his collarbone, another merciless raspberry being blown there against his skin. His grip on Floyd loosens, enough that if the taller man wanted, he could try to overpower the smaller.
Would it work? Would Lilia fight back against it? Maybe. Only one way to know.]
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However, as he shoves at Lilia's shoulder, Floyd ends up rattling the bedside table so hard it knocks over some of the bottles. Most tumble to the floor, but one flies onto the bed, spins... and sends a spray of pink paint all over his hair and face. He can't imagine Lilia will be safe from the incoming projectiles, but who knows? The little devilfish has surprised him already.
Floyd meanwhile takes it in stride, sputtering as he tries to pin Lilia down and squeeze his legs around his waist.]
You better stay down if you know what's good for you~
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Lilia's still laughing as he's pinned down, those legs squeezing his small waist tight. His laughs fade into small pants, as he tries to catch his breath, far too amused to realize what position they'd ended up in, for now.
Shifting under Floyd, he rests his arms by his head, hands pressing just above his head against the bed, as he tilts his chin towards his chest, looking up at Floyd with half-lidded eyes.]
What if I don't want what's good for me? Heh... [ Lilia grins up at him, happy to see the change in mood. ] What'll you do to me...?
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When faced with smaller prey, Floyd's always inclined to give chase--to back it into a corner, flash his teeth, and take advantage of any and all weak spots in their last dying breaths. So no matter how strong Lilia may be, Floyd's subject to his nature, and eyes that smaller frame like a man dying of hunger.
... And then he lunges, riled up and impatient as he mouths at Lilia's throat.]
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When faced by a larger predator, however, Lilia's never the type to run, to back off when faced with an unknown danger.
The older man tilts his head back easily to allow Floyd to get at his neck, feeling a little blood rushing to his face. Reaching out with one hand, Lilia grabs at Floyd's shirt, fingering at the buttons to start undoing them. ]
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... Fresh marks decorate his body--scratches and bruises of varying sizes, angry red and tender to the touch. He's clearly been in a scuffle, and judging by the pinprick bite marks, it's obvious who he's been fighting with. Could he heal over them? Yes. Will he? ... Not for a while, no.
With paint dripping from his chin and onto Lilia's body, Floyd returns the favor, palming up Lilia's stomach so he can push his shirt up over his chest.]
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He doesn’t comment, though, only shifting to try help getting his own shirt off. ]
Pink is such a pretty color on you. [ Lilia notes, tugging his gloves off to toss them aside. Only once they’re off does he reach out, smearing some of the paint on Floyd’s face, down his neck and along his chest. ]
Should we add more colors into the mix?
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[He wholeheartedly agrees. Actually, he's been pretty big into pink lately, you know. Pink shoes, pink accessories-- And being called pretty? Hmm... He's used to being called handsome and gorgeous, sure. But pretty?
... He could kinda get used to that.
With a soft giggle, Floyd tries not to squirm too much at Lilia's touch and peers over at the fallen bottles.]
How about...
[With a twirl of his finger, Floyd manipulates one of the bottles closer, making it float through the air and straight into his hand. It's simple magic and all, so he shouldn't have to use his pen for it all the time (even if Idia insists he does). With the paint uncapped, Floyd gives it a hard squeeze, splattering purple paint up into the air... and onto the ceiling. Ahh, that'll come back down eventually.]
Ahuh~! Oops~
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Dressing up others, too, was a great joy of his. Especially if that meant he could dress them up in pretty little outfits like his own personal doll.
Floyd would be the perfect little plaything in so many more ways than one. Lilia's very glad he's one of the people from home who ended up here with him.
With Floyd taking a break from mouthing at his neck, Lilia takes the opportunity to shimmy his shirt off, along with a few of the accessories to his outfit that were easier to slip off while laying under Floyd. His bare skin against the cool air of the room causes him to shiver slightly at first, before he begins to adjust to the change in temperature. ]
A fantastic choice--
[ Squirt! The paint splatters up into the air, some hitting the ceiling, other droplets falling down onto Lilia, who begins to laugh again with how it splatters across his skin. ]
My oh my... [ Swiping his first two fingers along his own abdomen, he smears the purple paint onto his fingers. Those two fingers are then brought up, smearing purple along Floyd's face. ]
I could get used to seeing you covered in such pretty colors.
[ Really, they're making a mess more on each other than the sheets at all in this moment. Oh well~ ]
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Right.]
Pffhaha! Paint’s cold.
[Nothing he can’t handle though. Floyd laughs as he’s painted and, tapping into his creative spirit, smears purple all over his palm, turns it upside down, and plops it in the middle of Lilia’s chest, leaving behind a perfect handprint.]
Annnd a little bit of this–
[A bit more smearing and poking… and he’s successfully painted a green-eyed squid on Lilia’s skin.]
See? My fingers made the tentacles!
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[ Lilia giggles along with Floyd, watching his hand as it's pressed down onto his chest, that perfect little handprint made against his chest.
His crimson eyes focus closely as Floyd taps into his creative spirit, as he paints the cutest little green-eyed squid on his chest. ]
Look at that...! He's perfect, Floyd. We should give him a name.
[ Shifting, Lilia grabs at the green paint bottle that'd splattered on his face earlier, lucky that it landed on the sheets beside him. He takes a second to pour paint over his own hand, before dropping the bottle haphazardly onto the bed.
Reaching up, he presses his hand onto Floyd's chest in return, brow furrowed in focus. When he pulls back his hand, it's a little less of a perfect handprint, but still a handprint nonetheless!
Poking, prodding, spending a little time on it himself, he makes a cute little purple-eyed squid to match the one on his chest. ]
There! Now we match, see? The opposite colors and everything. Should we give them matching names, then?
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[He hums in thought, genuinely trying to think up a good name for Lilia’s
titty squidysquid, but before Floyd can decide, he’s suddenly being decorated himself, covered in green and purple paint until he’s sporting a squid of his own.He laughs aloud before quickly reaching in his back pocket and whipping out his device. Floyd then falls onto his back and tugs at Lilia’s arm, hoping to tug him down too.]
Yeah, yeah! But c’mere first! I wanna take a selfie~
[So much for painting the sheets…]
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Not for any other reason, such as being close and sharing small moments of affection. No sir, not at all. ]
You'll have to remember to send me all the pictures we take!
[ It's far less of a suggestion, more a demand that the fae man makes as he poses for the camera with Floyd, unable to stop from giggling.
These two were too easily distracted...
After an initial photo, Lilia gets a sneaky little idea. His body shifts, so he's lying on his side, his gaze focused on Floyd. His paint-stained hand comes up, cupping his cheek carefully.]
Take one more photo, of this, alright?
[ With that small demand, Lilia leans in, pressing their lips carefully against each other. ]
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Cute, cute~
[But what’s this? Has Lilia been struck with another bit of creative inspiration? Floyd blinks, tipping his cheek into Lilia’s hand– Ah.
Well. Ok then. Since he asked and all.
While not usually one for kisses right out the gate, Floyd doesn’t complain this time around and easily reciprocates, grinning as he shuts his eyes and snaps a photo exactly as he’s told. There now. Isn’t he an extra, extra good boy? … Maybe not so much when he drops his device and pulls away, but even then he hasn’t moved too far, gaze lowering to Lilia’s lips.]
How was that?
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His thumb carefully strokes Floyd's cheek for a second, hand still cradling his face as carefully as he can.
They're still so close, still close enough to practically just tilt their heads and capture the opposite's lips again. Lilia doesn't yet make the move. He wants to see what Floyd will do, see what he desires in this moment. If decided, he'd adore making a mess on these sheets with the paint and the paint alone. To Lilia, there's no pressure for the two of them to make a mess in the 'traditional' sense of the project.
Even so, this was fun. Messing around, with no true end goal in sight. ]
Very good, [ Lilia responds, voice quiet, full of pride, all directed towards Floyd. ] You were a natural with those photos... and that kiss was so sweet. I apologize for not asking first, but you looked so cute in those photos with me. How could I resist, hmmmm?
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… He thinks of a lot of things as Lilia touches his face. He thinks of dancing under trees, wiping away tears from a red cheeked face… the powdery scent of fresh picked roses. When Riddle was here, Floyd knew kindness of a different sort.
And then it was gone. Just like that.
His gaze falls again, distracted, and when Lilia speaks with such praise, Floyd notes how his heart sinks into his stomach. Has it really been this long… since someone was so gentle with him? Since he was so gentle with someone else? Curious, Floyd speaks softly, still not meeting Lilia’s eyes.]
I know what you’re really thinking, y’know. You think I’m gonna bite you. Or squeeze you.
[Paint drips down his cheek as he finally poses a question,]
Is it bad if I don’t?
[Am I bad if I don’t?]
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It's only when he speaks that Lilia understands. ]
I never took you as the type who could read minds. Is that a special ability of yours that you've been keeping hidden? If so... I think you need to get it checked, my dear.
[ A gentle way to begin refuting those very points. Lilia's normally cheerful expression has been replaced easily by one of concern. Of care, shameless in its presentation. ]
I've never once feared you, nor have I worried about you biting me, squeezing me. Anything of the sort. Before you say I must be lying, [ Lilia shifts, sitting up enough to allow himself to cup both of Floyd's cheeks, forcing the boy to at least face him. ] You'd do well to remember I do not tend to say things that I do not mean, in some capacity. I may use complicated phrases or mention something that sounds strange, but I've rarely told a lie.
[ Careful thumbs wipe away some of the paint from Floyd's cheek. ]
I would never consider it bad if you don't. What's most important to me, and what should be most important to you, is that you are happy. Or that you do what makes you happy. Who cares about anything else? What people expect from you or what they don't: all of that doesn't matter.
[ As like before, Lilia leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. ]
Do you trust my words, Floyd? If not now, I'll have to repeat them until you do. Whether it takes days, weeks, or years... I'm quite the stubborn teacher, you know.
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In life, he’s always done what makes him happiest, often times to the detriment of other people. Some call it charming, most call it chaos. But what is it about this world that’s led Floyd to reconsider his very nature? The more he thinks about it, the heavier he feels… until finally, with that kiss to his forehead, he touches the backs of Lilia’s hands to remove them from his face.]
I dunno… But I guess you don’t have a reason to lie to me.
[Trust, huh. … Not exactly something an Octavinelle is known for, let alone most of their student body.
Regardless, Floyd still hasn’t released Lilia’s hands, instead holding them atop his knees and idly pressing at his palms with his thumb. For whatever reason, he doesn’t want to let go. … He rather likes the attention. The gentle words, the reassurance.
Beneath his rough and tough exterior, it’s all too easy to forget he’s still only a boy.
Carefully he leans forward, but stops himself just before their lips touch.]
… Can we kiss again? It felt nice… the way you did it before.
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His hands are easy to remove from his face. Lilia allows Floyd to do whatever he wishes with his hands. Whether that be setting them down, pushing them away. He's happy to see Floyd hold them, to press his thumb against his palms - it's comfortable.
To Lilia, it was hard to forget that some of these boys were just that: boys. They still had so much to learn, to experience. To understand about the world and about themselves. Maybe that's why it's so easy to assert his own words, to tell them how he feels, what he believes. To insist on certain facts, to insist his words were true at every turn.
Even he was still a boy, in many senses. His experiences, his feelings-- the way he had never truly spoken with anyone about his past, even his own boys...
Ah, life was so complicated.
It's with a slight smile that Lilia replies to that soft question.]
Yes, we can.
[ Leaning in to close the gap between them, Lilia carefully presses their lips together, in the very same way he did during their first kiss. It's a gentle affection, sweet, tender. Care, attention to the other man. In one simple kiss, it's all too clear how Lilia felt - that his feelings, his words, were more than genuine.
All he wanted, really, was to experience Floyd, to experience whoever he wanted to be, in this time. One of Lilia's hands shifts, turning, to carefully press their palms together. His gloved fingers slip between Floyd's fingers, linking their hands together to allow him to gently hold that one hand. His other stays put, allowing Floyd to continue poking and prodding as he wishes.]
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So he shuts his eyes and feels, melting easily against Lilia’s lips and allowing his hands to be explored. He notes the differences in their fingers, how tiny and delicate Lilia’s seem by comparison… and when he slips them into the gaps of his own, Floyd slowly, carefully, interlocks them. It’s such a simple thing for all humans to do, but for a merman like Floyd, it’s novel and sensitive–a uniquely human experience without webbing to stand in the way.
His other hand stills then, distracted as he parts his lips with a soft breath.]
… Do it again.
[Not quite an ask. More like a subtle demand. Could he kiss Lilia himself? Of course. But right now, Floyd finds it’s nicer when it’s given to him.]
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