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TDM #4 ( revised )
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. You’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. Oh, and one more thing. It's fucking cold. Better bundle up. |
 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. |
 While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom 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 – or if your preference is sexual – 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 you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either. |
 Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments. To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "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. All characters who have blue eyes or one blue eye and another color are Submissives. All characters who have brown eyes or one brown eye and another color are Dominants. Characters with any other color eyes are Dominants. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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but tenn smiles, and it's softer, a little bit more genuine--
(because for a moment he thought that gaku would reject him, even if he'd known that gaku wouldn't)
--and when gaku covers his eyes for a moment, tenn can't help but laugh, before he adjusts his scarf once again, meeting gaku's stern gaze with an amused one of his own. ]
Who do you think you're talking to? I'm a professional.
[ you're talking to someone who managed to replicate one of idolish7's dance routines by only watching it once, and despite how bored he looked earlier he had been paying attention, actually. ]
Just, not here. I don't think you'd be comfortable with that many people watching, either.
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I get it, and I agree. Come on. They said there's private rooms, right?
[Without consulting Tenn, without making further conversation, he turns to the attendant making their way around the gathered watchers.]
We'll rent a room. [He turns to Tenn.] Take one of the workbooks. We're gonna need it.
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gaku's next actions are met with a carefully arched brow, although tenn holds his tongue and refrains from making a snide remark when the attendant approaches - although the minute she steps away to make arrangements for a room for them, tenn doesn't really bother leading through the available workbooks, just selecting one at random.
it's fine, they'll deal. ]
Someone's eager.
[ did you think tenn wouldn't drag gaku, ]
Here. [ and that's his cue to push whatever workbook he picked out into gaku's hands, accompanied by another way-too-innocent smile. ] You'll probably need it more than I do, Leader.
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Taking the random book and eyeing the suspiciously tame kabedon posed couple on the cover, Gaku looks to Tenn.]
Eager? Just get me away from these people before I see something I don't want to see.
[But he'll start leafing through the book as they go, led to a room down a side hall. The attendant ushers them in, hands over the key, and leaves.
Gaku feels like he can breathe again, except for the contents of the book. He turns the table of contents to Tenn while he looks UTTERLY unimpressed.]
"Corporal Punishment" is chapter one. I don't even know what some of this stuff is. You couldn't get one of the basic level books?
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[ it's bright and teasing but knowing, the exact blend of tones which he knows is a surefire recipe to irritate gaku, although he does fall in step behind gaku like he's supposed to, when the attendant comes back to retrieve them both and head over to their assigned room.
and well. that absolutely should be evidence that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, because how was tenn supposed to know what that workbook contained? genuine mistake, on his part, really, although all tenn does is well.
blink.
innocently.
or as innocently as he can, really, especially in contrast to gaku's utterly unimpressed expression. ]
Oops.
[ ... yeah, that's as flippant as it's meant to sound. ]
I thought you would be able to handle something a little bit more complicated. Think of it as a challenge?
[ more interestingly, tenn doesn't seem to be objecting,
hm. ]
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That innocent blinking will do nothing other than make Gaku's fleeting interest ebb away swiftly.]
"Oops"? Your body, not mine.
[Hang on something from the contents just hit Gaku squarely in the gut and he's looking down as he turns the book slowly back to himself. He just had this utterly embarrassing thought and it was kind of not as weird as he wanted it to be, so he'll have to breathe for a moment until the confusion subsides. Honestly, this was not how he wanted to further explore his own sexuality.]
A challenge. [Gaku murmurs it, then looks Tenn over one last time before opening the book to a random page.] Fine. A challenge. We'll go in equally blind. [Lowering his head slightly, he starts reading silently for a few moments. Then, as if struck by inspiration Gaku looks around the bland, typical motel room and walks over to sit in the room's single chair. It takes him a few moments to get comfortable. The workbook has "scenes" they can work through, and, well, Gaku opened to one. So let it begin. He points to the floor beside him.] Sit here, by my feet.
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[ no prizes for guessing which one he's referring to, specifically.
it's like a switch, almost, like how tenn swaps between his onstage and offstage personas like water, because when the attendant leaves them be and closes the door behind them, the tension in tenn's shoulders relaxes, and he stretches out, all loose limbs and languid movement, the kind of sensuality that tenn usually reserves for trigger performances, on stage when he's turning up the fan service with both gaku and ryuu.
and during the time when gaku is having his minor sexuality crisis, tenn takes the opportunity to finally unwrap the scarf from around his neck, finally baring his skin, his mark - at least if it's just gaku, there's no reason to feel overly self-conscious than if he had been in the main room with everyone, earlier.
but anyway, when that's done, and tenn's dragging his fingers idly through his hair in a sort-of vague attempt to style it, gaku points to the floor next to him, and tenn actually takes a couple of seconds to process that they're actually doing this, and the involuntary shiver that crawls up his spine when he realises it.
but still, professional as ever, he doesn't let it show on his face when he takes those few steps closer to where gaku is pointing, his expression carefully neutral. ]
... You should probably be more demanding.
[ it doesn't stop tenn from falling gracefully to his knees, measured and careful, before he sits, with his legs folded underneath him. ]
Or more specific.
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And Gaku realizes, before Tenn even says it, that he's lacking. He hasn't stepped up to this part of things the way Tenn has, and Tenn is in the less advantageous position. But watch him work it. It's then that Gaku straightens his back and flips his own switch, cooler and more sensual, less concerned, less emotive. They're both skilled actors, after all.]
Tenn. [He leans down a bit and runs a finger down the mark on Tenn's neck.] I want you on your knees. Back straight, chin up, eyes on mine. You may speak when I give you permission to. Otherwise, if you speak out of turn, I'll punish you. [He reads from the book on his lap for a moment.] "Submission is about the social contract between two people. It's an expression of control from both sides." Do you trust me, Tenn?
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and that's when tenn knows that his goading has paid off, that gaku is taking this seriously - slipping into his role like he should. gaku has always been too open, too kind, and in an environment like this one, that's a surefire Route yo disaster, from what he's observed.
he's helping. in his own way. even if it's purely an act for now, at least tenn knows that gaku is capable of pulling it off, if he needs to.
it's not difficult to see why gaku's been consistently voted japan's sexiest man, not when the way gaku rubs his finger down tenn's mark is enough for him to draw in a sharp breath, exhaling slowly to compose himself before he shifts his posture accordingly - it's slightly easier than holding seiza, thankfully.
pink eyes meet grey ones, holds that eye contact for a moment before the edge of his lips curl upward into a catlike smile.
and tenn nods, both in acknowledgment and in answer to gaku's question. it's easier to trust gaku (or ryuu, even), compared to any other stranger.
for once, he doesn't follow up with a snide remark or two.
tenn kujo isn't going to fall for such an obvious trap, he's smarter than that. ]
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Open.
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for now, he lets gaku slide his finger along the curve of tenn's lips, and just when it seems like tenn might actually disobey, he parts them, just wide enough to flick his tongue playfully against gaku's finger, still maintaining that eye contact - a challenge still held in the pink of his eyes, the way they crinkle playfully.
no one said that tenn wasn't good at pushing boundaries. ]
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Then he swiftly hates himself for thinking this is remotely hot. It shouldn't be. This is Tenn. They're both co-workers. He can't... think when Tenn is looking at him like that and Gaku loses the staring contest at that very moment. He looks back to the book, reading the scene...]
...good boy.
[Did he just say that? He reads more, keeping his expression stony.]
Stand up. Take your clothes off, slowly, facing me.
[It may be a leap forward but... he's going for it.]
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and honestly tenn would have more of a complex about this if it affected their fans and they were officially co-workers in this setting, but it's been a while since tenn's seen trigger as just co-workers.
instead, when he manages to catch eye contact with gaku again, his smile morphs into a playful smirk, and gaku should know that tenn's probably storing that in his mental folder of "gaku yaotome blackmail material".
tenn bites back another snarky quip, although he does give gaku a raised brow for good measure, his body language conveying what he can't in words before he shrugs, complying.
thankfully he's not wearing that many layers - a shirt with a purple and white sweater layered over it, and perhaps the first instance of a crack in tenn's well polished facade is when he has to close his eyes for a moment, compose himself before taking his clothes off, and it's lacking the distinct sensuality he usually would employ for this kind of thing, during trigger's photoshoots. ]
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Once Tenn is undressed, Gaku drums his fingers against the book for a moment, thoughtful, and takes a few long minutes to read through the rest of the page. Then, setting the book aside, confident he's memorized the steps of this rondo, he motions for Tenn to come closer. He scoots forward in the chair.]
Sit on my lap with your legs to one side. Keep your chin up and your eyes forward. If you so much as slouch before I give you permission, I'll punish you.
[It's not getting easier. But he's seen Tenn nude before, at an onsen, after a show. This is nothing new. But that's where the resemblance and comfort end.]
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tch.
there's a pause, when tenn watches gaku drum his fingers against the script uncertainly, like he's trying to figure out how best to handle a drama script and failing, and tenn decides to take matters into his own hands.
tenn's footsteps are almost soundless against the carpeted floor of the motel room, the way he moves far too smooth to be completely natural, even the way that he sinks into gaku's lap, carefully graceful, just the right mix of inviting and innocent, the same way their director instructed tenn when they were filming their scenes for the diamond fusion pv.
he tries not to think about the fact that gaku is still fully clothed when he himself is not, ignores the way that it brings a slight flush to his cheeks and the way the heat builds in his stomach. at least it's easy to mask, easy for tenn to lift his eyes up to meet gaku's when he's not craning his neck upwards anymore from the floor.
the way that tenn smiles is sweet, demure, exactly like how the script in the book dictates.
the words that follow, after, are not: ] Your acting is atrocious.
[ and there's a glint in those pink eyes that tells gaku that tenn knows exactly what he's doing, knows that he's speaking out of turn, without permission. ]
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[It takes Gaku completely out of his attempted character when Tenn criticizes him, riles up the usual annoyance tinged with the desire for his cooperation. And raw desire, he realizes, looking sternly, blankly at Tenn on his lap.
The hand that drummed on the script now grips Tenn's knee, tightly, enough to leave little red marks on his pale skin.
If Gaku thinks back, if he really considers things, they've done something like this before. Diamond Fusion. When they were all new to each other and barely practiced as a unit, but someone said sexy and they snapped-to. If he could do that, if the romantic in him could take a hike for the sake of performance, and he could exude sultry elegance and decadent sensuality for a video, he can do it here.
That's settled.
Tenn's spoken out of turn, though, and Gaku knows to continue the masquerade is to make good on the promise to punish him. His gray eyes go cold, icy, full of distaste and disinterest. Tenn is just a toy right now, says his persona, says the role. This may be about meaningful submissive actions, but the more Gaku thinks about it, the more it becomes about letting out a tension he's held in that he's just now putting a label to. How often does he give as good as he gets, with Tenn? How often does the younger man criticize him, insult him, rile him up with no release?
His hand trails up Tenn's body with all suggestion of lewdness, from his knee, to his hip, his stomach, his chest, his throat, and finally ends at his chin, where Gaku's fingers hold him firmly.]
Did I give you permission to speak, Tenn? I didn't.
[His tone is just as icy, but there's the warmth of a tease in there. Fuck the script. Screw the scene. What if he just does whatever his stupid urges say?
His hand runs back down behind Tenn, and he shoves the younger man off his lap roughly, then reaches for his arm to bodily drag him to the bed. He'll shove Tenn forward, face-down onto the bed, his legs off the side. One of Gaku's hands grips Tenn's wrist, pinning it down beside him as he reaches for the other.]
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because what alerts him to the fact that there's a shift in the general atmosphere of the room--
(because they've absolutely gone from this being a mere demonstration to something that tenn doesn't quite want to put a name to, just yet)
--a change in the dynamics, definitely, is the way gaku's expression is chilling, enough to make tenn bristle defensively, even as he masks it with a flippant smirk, shifts his weight a little bit while he's still perched on gaku's lap just because he can.
what confirms it is the way gaku trails his hand up his bare skin, and it leaves goosebumps in its wake, causes tenn to actually shiver visibly, arching into the touch when his hands linger for just a moment too long on his hip, his throat, up to his chin and then again along the side of his spine, no matter how much he tries to pass it off as being unaffected.
(that isn't supposed to actually be hot, what the fuck, gaku--)
that whine that somehow manages to escape from tenn's throat is definitely not rehearsed, but you know what? it's fine. it's not quite how tenn expected for gaku to react in this situation, but tenn has always been adaptable, and this is merely just a small blip in the grand scheme of things, and if gaku throws him yet another curveball, it's fine, he can handle this. ]
Hey--!
[ ... except that maybe he spoke a little bit too soon, and tenn's next suggestion would have been for gaku to ditch the script entirely so at least he took that hint, even if ditching the script means being bodily dragged to the bed.
is he protesting? you bet he's already protesting. ]
Gaku, I swear to god-- [ since he's already in trouble, there's an annoyed edge to his tone that's cut off when his knees hit the carpet, and if not for the fact that he's somehow managed to turn his head to the side at the last minute he'd probably have gotten his face pressed into the sheets.
rude, ]
Ugh!
[ that annoyed sound definitely in response to gaku pinning one of his wrists down - and while he's not going to make it entirely easy for gaku to grab his other wrist, it's not like he's struggling very much to break gaku's grip once he's actually pinned down. ]
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[He smirks mildly, fishing for Tenn's other hand despite resistance and gripping it. This isn't what he wanted to do, and he's still not sure what he's doing other than playing this wholly by ear. Improvisational skill is important for an actor, and Gaku wasn't always the best at it, but he can prove his mettle now. Leaning down, he transfers both of Tenn's wrists to be pinned beneath a single sturdy hand, and puts his lips right by his younger partner's ear. Voice cold, but solid, he speaks in a low tone.]
How long have I let you get away with this attitude of yours? I gave you instructions, and this was mutually arranged, but you didn't hold up your end of the deal. What kind of idol are you? Just resting on your past achievements won't get you anywhere. [Pulling back slightly, he considers, then presses his lips to the back of Tenn's shoulder. What is he doing? He doesn't know. But he'll make Tenn feel something or another, and he will follow through. His lips part, and he bites at Tenn's shoulder unkindly before pulling back.] Brat. You need to know your place here.
[His free hand, curved so his nails touch Tenn's pale skin, runs down the man's back, leaving little pink marks of irritation in its wake. He won't dare hurt Tenn, but he'll make sure he knows Gaku means business. Whether it's acting or legitimate remains to be seen. His nails stop at the small of Tenn's back, and he pulls his hand away before bringing it back down swiftly, palm flat, against Tenn's backside.
Fortunately the younger idol can't see his face right now, because Gaku barely manages to suppress the embarrassment he feels at having just done that. There's definitely a touch of pink in his cheeks.]
Apologize.
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-- that shouldn't sound as attractive as it actually is, and tenn rightfully should feel offended at the way gaku is insulting him right now, so tenn hisses, gnashes his teeth in frustration, and it's taking pretty much most of his self control for tenn not to kick gaku in the shin, in retaliation, at the risk of breaking this delicately precarious balance that they've somehow managed to find. ]
Bold words, when you've been doing the exact-- what are you-- [ it's unexpected, gaku's lips moving downwards and then the sting of his teeth biting down into the pale, unmarked skin of tenn's shoulder, and it catches tenn off guard enough that the stagger of his breath and the half-moan that spills from his lips is definitely much less perfect, before tenn catches himself, tries to tilt his head back to glare at gaku, although the position that they're in doesn't really give him much leeway to do so. ]
Gaku.
[ this is absolutely not happening according to plan - in any other instance, tenn would probably have scheduled and measured everything out perfectly, except that it's all shot right to hell now, because when gaku drags his nails down tenn's back, his body can't decide whether to arch into it or away from it, light pink tracks against pale skin, and he's absolutely also not expecting for gaku to actually smack his ass while he's at it.
shit.
it shouldn't draw a moan from him, turning his face into the sheets to muffle it, and it definitely shouldn't make his stomach pulse with heat, or for it to go straight to his cock.
(fuck; this is so not according to plan anymore.)
at least tenn isn't going to make fun of gaku for being embarrassed, not when he himself is kind of dealing with the exact same problem right about now. ]
.........
[ he doesn't apologise. or, well, not yet, in any case. ]
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Okay.
Right. What the fuck.
The biting isn't what's getting to Gaku. Nor is the slap. What's getting to Gaku is Tenn's reactions. Unfathomably, the younger man seems to be getting something pleasurable out of this. Gaku doesn't really... understand. He's not turned on by what he's doing, not the actions themselves, but Tenn there, moaning and writhing? He's suddenly very aware of how attractive his bandmate is. He's also turned on by the reactions, by the mere suggestion of Tenn getting something out of this, and he hates it so much that he immediately switches the part of his brain that is frantically trying to reconcile everything OFF. He ignores it entirely, not letting himself slip from the role.
His hand raises again, and comes back down on the other ass cheek. Just like that. Firm. Hard enough, he notices, to leave the skin beneath pleasantly pink.
He's left Tenn speechless, in a sense, and that alone is hot enough to make Gaku question every decision he has made in the last several minutes. He's not supposed to be attracted to Tenn.
His eyes rake back up Tenn's body, and he presses the younger man's slender wrists down against the mattress.]
Apologize, Tenn.
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it's enough that tenn probably needs some time to unpack all this later, but when gaku's hand lands on his ass again, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent motel room, tenn bites back a muffled curse and buries his face into the sheets, lifting his hips unconsciously because it actually stings, heat radiating out across his skin from the point of impact.
but being a performer also makes him very aware of how his body looks, and even if he's not looking directly at gaku he can still feel gaku's eyes on him, on the curve of his spine that makes him look more submissive than he actually is, pale skin marred by pink tracks, the way gaku's pressing his wrists down into the mattress so that even if tenn squirms, it's not like he can actually move anywhere. the pressure isn't quite enough to leave marks behind, but it's--
--god, he hates how turned on he is by this.
(helplessness. being restrained. someone taking control away from him.
it doesn't help that gaku is attractive, either.)
even if it's muffled by the sheets, tenn sucks in another long breath, audibly, but the tension doesn't bleed out of his shoulders. ]
... Make me.
[ it's not as belligerent as usual - a side effect from being turned on, probably - but it's definitely the same almost-condescending tone that he uses to provoke gaku sometimes, and it's definitely a challenge, tenn trying to push at gaku's limits, to see if he can break before tenn can. ]
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But if it's like this, he thinks, maybe it's not all bad.
That thought faintly disturbs him, but he'll carry on anyway, his free hand moving back up Tenn's back and into his hair. He grips the lightly shaded strands firmly, digging in, taking a risk in pulling Tenn's head up slightly and looking down at him. Gaku's cat-like eyes are cold and steely, despite the concern he feels for Tenn's well being. The guy seems to like it. Why back down now?
He moves his lips by Tenn's ear, dropping his voice to a sensual purr.]
Make you, huh? You just want me to hit you more, don't you? You're into that. You'd probably let me do it until you're aching so bad you want to beg me to stop. But you can't do that, either. You're Tenn. You wouldn't know how to beg if your life depended on it. You're stuck like this, and I think I'll just keep going until I'm satisfied.
[He hopes he hits a mark with that, as his hand roughly pushes Tenn's head back down and he runs the curved fingers down the younger man's spine once more.]
Apologize, and I'll let you tell me what you want me to do to you.
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