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TDM #43
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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 full heat of Summer is in full swing, but there is a pleasant breeze that comes off the sea, bringing with it much needed relief from the warmth of the sun. |
 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: random kink, behavioral modification) The oppressive heat of summer eases its grip on Duplicity with a cool breeze blowing in from the sea. A soothing wind rushes through the Up and the Down, bringing a blanket of cool that should help chill any hot tempers spiking around the new requirements for local businesses. While wet t-shirt contests and flashy pool parties start to wind down, people find the weather more agreeable and spend more and more time outdoors. Orientation adjusts accordingly, with LIEs deciding to use the weather to their advantage when it seems like people just can't seem to stay indoors for long. The basics of Orientation still happen at the Center, but they decide to incorporate a little outside time and arts and crafts into the mix. Characters will find themselves paired with someone of the opposite designation for a quick but fun bonding activity: kite-building and kite flying. Pairs are given a somewhat unhinged instruction sheet, a set of curated crafting materials, and one hour to build a Compatibility Kite. Most of the materials are basic and typical for simple kite making, but some of them may raise eyebrows: silk fabric, bold red ribbons, black lace… Meanwhile, the instructions for both building and flying the kite are vague, but oddly intimate: Hold tension while knotting., Maintain eye contact and hold your partner steady., Position your body behind your partner for better reach... While the design of the kite is completely up to the participants, LIEs does provide one requirement. Pairs are asked to choose one from several lively colored kite tails to tie to each completed kite. Each one has a single word printed in bold, glimmering text, such as: OBEDIENCE, PRAISE, CONTROL, EDGE, ROPE, PATIENCE, PASSION, SLEEP, CONTRITION, FAITH, SPICE, and more. There's no explanation as to what these mean or how they must be chosen, just that one word should be tied to their project. After an hour, all characters are brought outside, onto a bus, and to Chicanery Beach. Under the watchful eye of LIES staff who keep their distance from the shoreline, everyone gets to let their kites fly! Getting one up into the air is a two-person job, so work together and get it up into the sky without crashing into others. Hopefully it works, because anyone who can't seem to get it up or crash a little too soon will be given strict notice to attend Orientation all over again. Those whose kites successfully sail into the sky will get a check on their names. But as the words on the kite tails unfurl and flutter through the wind, characters will find themselves imbued with the desire and drive to embody or put the trait on their kite into practice: with their partner, or with anyone they may next encounter. This desire lingers past sunset and can last well over a week until one isn't sure if it's an artificial influence or something they'd truly wanted all this time. |
 (cw: pheromones, scents, stalking, dub-con, exhibitionism, breeding kink, stuffing, size kink, sexual exhaustion, rough sex, gags, biting, marking) The winds persist throughout the summer, and they bring more than just the scent of salt and sunscreen through the air. As July makes its way into August, a very subtle change descends on everyone: for an indiscernible reason, everyone's pheromones seem to surge, and everyone will look irresistibly attractive. For those with the senses and skills to pick it up, it will be as if characters exude a different aura entirely, just begging to be bred or fucked. For others who can't tell - it manifests instead as distinct, vaguely familiar and very attractive scents that carry over the wind. Characters will have one or two scents that are most obvious and most irresistible to them. Catching just a whiff of these scents will have them follow their trails all over the Up and the Down until they find who is waiting at the source, someone they will feel the need to throw themselves at. But since people don't know what scent they themselves are giving off, they may not even know why they're being pursued even if they can tell that someone has been following them. Unbeknownst to everyone, certain scents will have specific influences that take effect on either (or both!) person once they finally meet. - Cinnamon: The need to fuck them in front of a mirror or a window, or anywhere that their reflection can be seenActing on the influence at least once will satisfy the need… for a time. The scents can always rile a person up all over again. Maybe a perfume or an artificial scent will mask them, at least for a while, but soon the pheromones will overpower any attempts to hide them. |
 (cw: personality shift, behavior modification, dom/sub behaviors) A new trend makes its way to Duplicity's native shopkeepers and citizens alike in the Up and Down: wind chimes to hang up on their patios, windows, and balconies. The chimes are black and white in design, many of them sporting artful swirls and spirals that clink and ring in the wind. There doesn’t seem to be anything dubious about the chimes upon first glance, but the more one hears them, the more their effects become apparent. While not everyone seems affected, those who are susceptible to the bell-like sounds will find that the larger, lower frequency chimes amplify a person’s worst trait while the smaller, higher frequency wind chimes do the opposite, amplifying an individual’s best personality trait instead. However, unbeknownst to anyone, some of the chimes are dupes (hah) smuggled in from the neighbouring city of Insincerity, the black and white spiral motifs seeming to move and swirl even when they remain still. Their effects are a little different, as they cause Dominants to act subservient and Submissives to act haughty and demanding of their betters. All these effects are short-lived and last no more than an hour. But considering the prevalence of the chimes throughout the city, the potential for erratic personalities is increased tenfold. More alarmingly, it seems that no one is safe from the effects of the twisted contraband chimes. People - LIERs and natives alike - who act out of designation may be approached by LIES or SIN guards with stern warnings or threats of taking them to Realignment at the SLUT Center, and they take any explanation in good faith. |
» » » TLDR
So, what's happening?UP AND AWAY
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
NOTES ON THE WIND
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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 prefers grand gestures, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers small surprises, 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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it's not that he cares or that it's comforting, it's just easier to deal with when what's around is more familiar. that's all.
....still, what his body's telling him to do? Leona's already exhausted about the prospect. what is he going to do about his?]
Don't,
[comes his next demand. he tugs his shirt down, finally, taking in another breath of air. Cater's scent is still on it, but at least Leona's sense of smell isn't as strong as Jack's. their current distance is manageable, for now.
he pulls his leg up, props his elbow up on it and his forehead in his hand, and finally gives Cater a longer look.
it's annoying, really, this scent thing. if he could smell Cater right, he'd have more answers than just what he can observe. the uniform, the glint of something in Cater's mouth when he speaks... the confidence he has about the world around him. it all speaks to the idea Cater's been here longer, could be useful to Leona right now.
but he keeps coming back to the thought of a particular kind of usefulness.]
I don't want to deal with anyone else comin' up around here.
Stay.
[. . .]
Keep a look out, or something.
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Well, Cater wasn't going to draw any attention to it.]
Alright. I can do that. Noooo prob.
[But...ugh, it is actually pretty warm out here. Cater was fine with being bundled up knowing he'd just be loitering for a few minutes, but if he was going to be out here longer, the sweater had to go. He plays with the zipper of his hoodie for a moment, considering his present company, and then just full sends. Unzipping so he can tie the heavy fabric around his waist instead, Leona gets a full look at what Cater's actually wearing: a neon orange bodysuit that leaves very little to the imagination, covered only by a pair of sequin hotpants.
He leans back against the door, effectively body-blocking it from any staff who decided to ignore his text and try and come out anyway uninvited, gaze sliding over toward the alley's entrance. They were pretty blocked from view, this far back, but, hey, an order's an order. Cater was itching for a puff, but knowing that it wouldn't do anything to help with the whole overstimulating scents issue, shoves the urge away.]
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...Leona so can't deal with this.
he adjusts where he's sitting, taking in Cater as though in disbelief, starting to speak and then covering his mouth again, and then just settling on a simple—]
What?
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But then he just says one word and Cater feels his face heating up. What kind of reaction was that supposed to be?!]
What do you mean "what"? I-It's, like, a cosplay cafe with a whole neon aesthetic so the outfits are themed, okay? It's supposed to be vibrant and fun and look cool in blacklight. Seven, this is why I cover up when I go out on break.
[Not that he's covering back up now, or anything. He raises his chin as he pouts, the submissive mark and collar much more obvious as he does.]
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[Leona nods, as though... as though maybe that's a suitable explanation? or maybe he's only half paying attention. his eyes are trained on Cater's neck, on all the real estate Cater's flashing by lifting his chin, and Leona raises his own, swallowing.]
I didn't tell you to cover up.
[there. that's a thought. that's a whole complete sentence that isn't focused on how damn near edible Cater looks and smells in front of Leona right now. he should have more commentary, be able to pipe up and talk about how it's just as obnoxious as Cater is, and how fitting. but what he manages is a breathy—]
Suits you.
[before he adjusts in his seat again, stretching out one leg, bracing his hands against the stairs as he debates with himself about how stupid an idea it would be to get up.]
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Seven, he shouldn't even be bothered that anyone might look at him that way, anymore. Every time someone new showed up from back home, he always got like this. So stupidly self-conscious. Annoying.
Cater slides down against the door until he's sitting fully across from Leona. Once he's settled himself, he slowly stretches one leg out to bump his sneakered foot against Leona's.]
If you think of anything I can get you that might help, let me know, okay? While I'm keeping watch, of course. You won't catch me slacking.
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Cater has often been someone who meets Leona where he's at, who doesn't press when the others do. Leona's never understood why.
but this is different, isn't it? Leona's mind still works even if he's overwhelmed— and at least now he's less overwhelmed— and he still thinks. he still notices. he notices the collar. he notices the consideration.
this reaching out, this consideration and care from someone who has no loyalty to Leona... it's not just because of their past connection.
Leona's brow creases, and he asks something— but it isn't a request, like Cater prompted.]
How long have you been here?
[not a question of how long he should expect to be here.
how long has Cater been here? a submissive? dealing with this?]
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Two years and...a couple months?
[He stopped keeping track of the specific amount of time passing until they hit birthdays or other landmark dates, such as Tumenalia--which Cater never wanted to think about. It was a fact he'd offered up to plenty of newcomers in the city, both because it was asked or because it provided context. And still, every time he said it, the taste was just as bitter.]
Basically home sweet home, now.
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Fuck.
[it's a lot. the last time he saw Cater, he was just a kid.
two years in this place. this isn't any way Leona would have wanted Cater or any of his other classmates to get on his level.]
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Instinctively, he brings his legs back toward himself again.
Anyone could look at him, but it was worse than ever to be perceived.]
Don't worry too much about it; it's pretty uncommon for anyone to get stuck here that long.
[Every day you closed your eyes to sleep was another day you might wake up back home again with no memory that any of this had ever happened. And every day that you woke up still in Duplicity, every day someone else left, it was just as easily a reminder that your own Hell could be never ending.]
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Do I look like a child to you? Don't treat me like one of your little freshman cubs.
[aaaand there goes that usual, rough attitude of Leona's. he leans forward, squaring Cater with a glare.]
You were eighteen yesterday.
Don't fuck with me and act like it's okay.
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That's not what I'm trying to do--why would I ever fuck with you?
[Like, teasing him back at school and stuff? Yeah, he liked to test his boundaries, there. But this was different. He didn't fuck with anyone, here. At least...not in any way that actually mattered. It was very easy to take a wrong turn in this place and end up hurting someone--or getting himself hurt. He'd learned this lesson several times over.]
What do you want me to say? That you should be worried because there's no goddamn end in sight? And what you're feeling right now is just the fucking beginning? Sue me for trying to be a bit more delicate than all that.
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[there's a part of him that wants to scream. Talk to me like I'm a person, not a prince. Don't wrap this shitty gift up for me. but he shouldn't have to be that specific, he swears.
he is scanning every inch of Cater with his eyes, a battle between his lust and his shrouded concern. his eyes linger on the scarring he can see— and for a moment he is annoyed with himself at the thought he ought to add something. he should be more bothered. no, it does bother him. it bothers him that his schoolmate has been through— anything. Leona can't even imagine.
but all the same, annoyed as he is with himself and now a little bit with Cater, he doesn't want to actually fight. spitting words is one thing, but this— his request is more earnest than just scolding.
he starts to get up, as if perhaps he's going to walk away— but oh, nope, he's just settling himself next to Cater, now, leaning his head back against the door. Cater's scent is all the more apparent, now, but getting to focus on just one instead of the multitude brought on by a crowd is easier. and maybe, maybe, maybe, he can't ignore the part of him that wants to revel in it.]
Maybe you don't remember, but there ain't exactly anyone rushing to call me delicate.
So you don't have to act like I am.
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Yeah...it's all coming back to me now. Sorry about that.
[It wasn't exactly that he'd forgotten, but being at NRC, being in Twisted Wonderland, felt like a damn lifetime ago. Two years in a city like this made you a different person.]
Just tell me what you wanna know, where you want me to start. No more everything's fine shit, pinky swear.
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I don't want to know anything right now,
[he admits. he knows he'll only be angry. frustrated. if Cater is here, he's bound not to be the only one. and it was fine when Leona could think it was just him. he could find reasons to justify himself deserving this mess.
the prospect of his schoolmates, of his dormmates being here, or having been here before... it sucks ass. and right now, as overwhelmed as he is, he'd like it to suck ass later.
Leona closes his eyes, adjusts how he's sitting, a hand coming up to tug at the way his jeans fit when he's sitting. it's uncomfortable, but he manages to get himself into a position he can deal with, and ultimately props his arm up on Cater's shoulder.]
I can't barely think.
I can't imagine you dealing with this shit for that long.
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[The customary "here's everything you need to know about the city and all the people who are here from home and who were here from home but aren't anymore and all of our interpersonal relationships" was an overwhelming drag when you weren't having your senses completely hijacked by whatever was currently in the air.
Man, when was the last time the city targeted literally breathing like this?
When Leona puts his arm on his shoulder, Cater almost instinctively shifts a little in his direction, pressing their legs together.]
Cynicism aside, you really do get used to it, after awhile. Like, as much as anyone can get used to living like this. You start to take certain things in stride.
[And...speaking of. Usually Cater wouldn't be quite this forward with someone from home, especially someone as prideful as Leona, but...well. Here they were. No point in beating around the bush.]
It might help clear your head if I get you off.
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he chokes on his inhale just a little, covering his mouth with his hand, but the recovery is as quick as clearing his throat. raising his chin, Leona leers down at Cater from the corner of his eye, catlike and, well, just as prideful as Cater expects.]
Don't make any promises to me you don't intend on delivering on,
[he warns, as if he hasn't quite grasped that Cater wouldn't be offering to him if he didn't want to. why would Cater not try to give more than he's willing, in the face of a prince?
ah... but it doesn't mean anything here that he's a prince, now, does it?
but still Leona postures. if being a prince means nothing here, being the lion he is still means everything. he is strong, he is frightening, he is an animal— and Cater is at his mercy. doesn't he know that? doesn't everything else in this situation speak to that?
he is at the very edge of his restraint as it is, and the more Cater talks, the more the defense weakens. but he can't let Cater in, not if it means Cater will find him a monster by the end of it.]
I'm not a fan of having my toys taken away from me.
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[It was still intimidating, the idea of being with Leona. Not because it wasn't something he wanted--hell, regardless of the fact that the two of them hooking up was basically inevitable as long as they were both in Duplicity, he had definitely fantasized about it before. In an ideal world, it would've happened, well, not in this one. And not when Leona was under the influence of something.
At this stage, though, Cater was beyond letting that be a deal breaker. Everyone here found themselves at the whims of an aphrodisiac sooner or later. The real question was: just how would Leona act now versus how he would without that added effect. Most of the time, these things tended to cause bigger behavioral changes than just arousal.
So, even though Leona looks at him with an almost dangerous, warning stare, Cater turns toward him even farther, reaching up to run his fingers over that strong jawline.]
Well, I don't have any money, but I do have a real big mouth. If I'm a toy you like the look of, you can play with me as much as you want.
[He won't even charge.]
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it's not entirely a reaction to the aphrodisiac. he wouldn't havebelieved Cater meant his offers back home, would be certain he was bluffing— but probably would have pursued him until he could prove it was a bluff. the chance to toy with him would have been satisfying enough, even if it hadn't been fruitful.
Cater was a formidable mage, after all. a respectable classmate, even if his MO was to be annoying. Leona knew better, though— had been in the same classes at Cater, had watched his face go slack with the same fatigue as Leona. he knows that Cater is more than he shows.
right now, the prospect of being with someone as intelligent as that is irresistible. and Cater continues to touch him, to get close to him, like he doesn't fear the fangs in Leona's mouth. the trail of Cater's fingers beckons Leona to lean in closer, and Leona's needy body follows the cue. he turns in closer to Cater, resting his hand on the inside of Cater's thigh with a squeeze. it's not what he wants to touch, but step by step,move by move, Leona is still desperate to keep this a game of chess in his head.]
You do anything with that mouth besides run it?
[his rude remarks don't have as much bite, though, when he's touching his nose to Cater's, when he's holding back a growl. what is that scent? Cater smells practically edible, enough to make Leona's mouth water. he nuzzles in past Cater's cheek, his ear, to that space just beneath and breathes in deep from that place in Cater's hair where the scent gathers so perfectly.
Cater might be the one talking about using his mouth, but Leona wants to use his. his lips part and his warm breath casts over Cater's neck, teeth grazing warningly over the skin; a wordless 'last call'.]
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But honestly, earnestly, it just felt good to be wanted. To make people feel wanted by him, right back. These days, he didn't have the social politics from home to stop him.
His own hand slides back further to tangle in Leona's beautiful mane, his own mouth close to his furry ear in return.]
Only when I'm given something to shut it up.
[He tilts his head, giving Leona an even more welcoming access to his neck.]
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Leona drags his fingers up Cater's thigh to his groin, cups his bulge through his shorts while he lowers his head to taste his meal. he slides his tongue up the length of Cater's muscle, letting the motion draw his mouth wider until he can bite down..
he hums into it, finding it immediately satisfying to have his mouth where it should be, though it's certainly not filling. there is more that Leona wants, but as he squeezes Cater lightly through his shorts he finds that giving in to the influence is a lot easier than fighting it. he wants, wants, wants— wants Cater, and to mark him, so that everyone sees that Leona is here, and that every part of Cater anyone else can see is his.]
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What was another mark on his skin? What was evidence of one more partner? Cater didn't feel any shame in it, and his cock is already beginning to swell with arousal. It shouldn't take him too long to match Leona's hungry energy. Already, he's starting to claw his hands into Leona's hair and skin, wanting to drive home how into this he was--that there was no hesitance or regret on his part.]
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there's a hum of a growl against Cater's neck and Leona keeps pressing, determined to leave a mark. like this he could easily press too hard, cause a real injury— but Leona has had to restrict his own immeasurable power long before this. not eating Cater wholly alive may be a tall order, but it's one he's well equipped to fill.
when he does pull away to admire his handiwork there is such a lust in the slope of his brow and the curve of his smirk. it spurs this haughty little laugh out of him, seeing the little red divots in Cater's neck. he'll need to go harder, do more, to match what Cater's already got, and he's eager, but—
but he's also noticing there is so much of Cater he could be putting his mouth on. who will wonder what manner of beast bit Cater if his shoulders are left bare? if his collarbone isn't so bruised there's no point in concealer? and for that matter, what more can Leona taste of him?
Leona adjusts himself more, getting between Cater's legs so that he can do this a bit more easily, and as he dips back down to kiss and nibble at Cater's shoulder, he keeps working Cater through his shorts. it's not fair that Cater isn't as hungry as he is yet, not when Leona is starving— but surely it's an easy fix.]
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While one hand stays latched against Leona's back, the other pulls back so he can reach around and fiddle with a tie on the back of his body suit. Undoing the bow with his fingers, he lets the top of the garment fall down around his waist--more canvas for Leona to paint with his teeth.]
Harder...
[It's less a demand or a plea than an encouragement. If Leona wanted to sink into him more forcefully, to touch him and grab him like he owned him--that was more than fine with Cater.]
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he leans away just enough that he can grasp at Cater's hips, drinking in the landscape of his body like he's sizing up a meal. it truly is a shame there'd be no more of Cater if Leona really did devour him. he'll have to settle with getting as close as possible, to honor what beautiful tribute Cater is making of his body.
further away from more dangerous places on Cater's body Leona can bite more severely, without worrying himself over whether or not he really can control himself. so he starts closer to Cater's shoulder, now even more blessedly bare, and he gives Cater harder. in actuality, his bite force isn't as strong as Ruggie's— but it's enough to leave the kind of marks he wants to on Cater, to bruise and scar the flesh.
those hands of his slide up Cater's back, press in his claws, and scrape down slow. there are many ways to leave marks, even on the places his mouth may eventually miss.]
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