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TDM #6


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »




« « « I REPEAT MYSELF



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.

... 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 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 other thing: it’s sticky and humid. Gross.



» » » BUY A TICKET




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.



« « « THE HOUSES OF PLEASURE




Standard orientation is over quickly. New arrivals are allowed to settle into their new living arrangements and are given access to the city. Explore. Make connections. On the third day, all devices light up with a message from LIES. Orientation 2.0 is about to start, and it does the moment participants tap the screen of their phones.

After arriving at the designated location, standing on the front step of a large house, a man dressed in nothing more than a small cloth wrapped at his waist will open the wooden door and guide arrivals inside one by one. In the main room is a large brass tub filled with warm water and fragrant oils. The bath is relaxing, no one will have the desire or willpower to abstain from this, and the style of dress is one of the following: a simple sheer gown with thin underwear beneath or a soft robe with a thick belt. The first denotes a particular status - the servant, concubine, companion, prostitute, jeweled bird, whore. There are many words for the role, but they are those chosen by the person who is being paid for the service. The second is an elevated status, and those dressed this way are given a solid gold coin to spend on the person of their choosing.

Visitors of Lupanar are placed in their roles at random. The companions are led to rooms where they are laid out comfortably in any manner of style—placed on a bed, draped in a swing, tied up and blindfolded. Afterwards, they are then visited by their patrons.



« « « INTO THE WOLF DEN




Lupanar is in full swing. The night edges forward as patrons visit one or many rooms, companions satisfy their visitors, and the procurer who runs the establishment gracefully handles any disputes or misunderstandings. Lit candles line the stairs and hallways, casting an eerie glow on anyone who chooses to slip a panel aside and watch the acts occurring in the room behind that wall.

As the night melts into early morning, companions and patrons alike will experience a physical crack and shift. For some, they’ll be brought to their knees or find themselves winded. Others will feel a tightness in their chest or the strange sensation of losing their breath. When it’s over, each person will now bear the physical characteristics of two other people: someone they care dearly for and someone that they do not. The combination of features or physical attributes will be unique; possibly the hair style and color of one but the eyes and nose of the other. What’s even more odd is that, now, desires belonging to the other people are transferred. Strong and overwhelming, satisfaction is a must.



« « « BROKEN GLASS




The second floor of Lupanar is a dedicated space to a series of private and public glass rooms. Companions, styled as requested, are placed inside to act out anything the patron desires of them. They may dance, strip, or pleasure themselves, but the key thing to remember is that glass separates the companion from everyone else. You may look, but you can’t touch.

The third and final floor of this esteemed brothel is an entirely open area with space at the center for an ongoing orgy. Patrons may lay with one another, companions can indulge in sex or sleeping, and generally either participate in public sex with someone else while watching others. So, join in or take a seat.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



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, 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 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. Characters born in January, March, May, June, September, and December are Dominants. Characters born in February, April, July, August, October, and November are Submissive. Characters with an unknown birthday are Submissive.

To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive.

» Players can use any part of the setting to create test drive prompts. Check out the locations page!

» The Houses of Pleasure: Characters will touch their phones and close their eyes. They will then be in the new setting. It won’t be apparent whether characters were transported there or if it’s something similar to a dream. If characters ask any NPCs or later ask LIES, they will be told that it’s up to them to decide. Characters can return to Duplicity after making a payment or receiving one. If you choose to have your character not participate in this part of the test drive then they will have a glitch on their phone that doesn’t allow them to access the invite to Orientation 2.0.

» Characters that play the role of companion may be dressed or situated in their room in any number of ways. They may be put into Elizabethan era clothing for a lord and lord/lady/servant/stablehand roleplay scenario. Or perhaps the companion is dressed in a clown costume. We don’t judge. Get wild.

» Into The Wolf Den: Characters become the physical embodiment of two people. Someone the character loves and someone they hate. Mix and mash features at your leisure. Have an even mix or let one dominate the other. Characters will also experience the desires of those other people and want to satisfy those urges.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

willing_sheath: (Miho Somber)

[personal profile] willing_sheath 2019-05-18 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"There is a significant lack of reasonable people here," she answered grimly to the statement. At least among the natives anyway. There were at least those with sense among those dragged here by LIEs.

She watches the other woman pull the drape free and feels somewhat foolish in the fact that she hadn't thought of doing so herself--though she had been preoccupied in determining what level of violence she was willing to go to depending on who walked through the door... She inclines her head in thanks as Sansa wraps it around her, finally lifting her hand from her shoulder to draw the fabric around her further.

"Tomoe Himura," she answers evenly. "And you?"
willing_sheath: (Miho Somber)

[personal profile] willing_sheath 2019-05-18 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed.

[She wouldn't be able to fault him for that anyway.]

Even if there were tea--or anything to eat or drink here--I would advise against it. It would likely be drugged in some way.
fleetingintelligence: (Kaoru07)

[personal profile] fleetingintelligence 2019-05-18 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
There is something... unique, about engaging in intercourse, only to be the one that is not quite in control. Or so I have heard.

[She doesn't seem too put off by Hina just getting all up in her personal bubble, though.]

Some enjoy the pain, but some enjoy the lack of control as well, and others prefer to avoid the pain altogether even if they may enjoy the situation they find themselves in.
camebefore: (if you come for answers)

[personal profile] camebefore 2019-05-18 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Were Will to broach any of those subjects, Hannibal being half-drugged would probably be the best time. Cold sober, his reaction could be quite the thing. He didn't have his elder self's iron control or coldness. The ice was still forming.]

[In Hannibal are already the signs of the man he'll become. It's more of a swimmer's form that he carries than anything muscular, everything easily hidden under a white lab coat or regular clothing a doctor might wear. His gaze slides down and up Will with a considering manner before he takes the few steps down from the baths to Will.]


While I do enjoy sex as much as the next male my age, I doubt it would be enjoyable with someone I don't know. If you enjoyed yourself, very little was lost. That I can assure you of.

[In Hannibal's opinion, two strangers going at it could only be so enjoyable. Intellect stimulated him more than quick physical pleasure. He's slower to process the last of Will's statement than he would like. He really wants to know what drug they used on him.]

For all this is or could, it has been more interesting than doing rounds in the emergency room. I wonder if it will still be there if and when I return.

[Which was Hannibal talking about absolutely nothing since he was prodding Will for more information, to attempt to understand what he had meant by that. The orientation had been rush, but he didn't remember meeting this man there or on the street.]
camebefore: (watch the black smoke fly to heaven)

[personal profile] camebefore 2019-05-18 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
There's a small pause in Hannibal as he analyses that laugh, turning it over in his mind like he would a gemstone to see if there is a flaw in it. He finds no cruelty in it he should be watching for an tosses it aside. What he doesn't abandon as quickly is the mention of 'camps'. Something in his changes at that, draws within. The change is barely there and very easily missed.

He drains part of his own, more than is polite but the warmth is better to bring back that calm feeling that the baths had imparted. His eyes close briefly, letting the syllables and rhythm of Ereuvir's voice wash over him and is grounded once more.

"A god."

And yet, that causes no disturbance in Hannibal as the other statement had. There is only that same mild curiosity and then a slight smile.

"Should I ever make it to the afterlife, I do hope it won't be counted against me that I bought the Lord of the Underworld for a coin in a bathhouse."

There's real amusement there even if Hannibal isn't loud or open with his emotions. The irony of it all tickles something in him. Whether or not he believes Ereuvir is truly a god isn't a subject he broaches.

"Although that will be quite the story to tell to the other shades."

Of course he puts himself there even if Hannibal himself doesn't believe in good or evil on the moral standards that others may. He is evil by the standards of most and cares little that he is. Autonomy means more to him.

"I do wonder if they'll believe me."
wizard_dresden: ([neu] - 005)

Harry Dresden | Dresden Files - submissive - OTA

[personal profile] wizard_dresden 2019-05-18 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: accessibility request - please only use 'small' text for ooc comments; for gameplay the small text is hard for me to parse, thnx =)]

I. Buy a Ticket

Trains. I don't usually ride the train - I don't usually leave town. But now I'm out of town with no idea how I got here or, really, where I am.

This would probably be a lot less awkward if I wasn't wearing a paper hospital gown. As fashionable as it is, it isn't really my particular style.

Also, as train rides go, this one is pretty damned long. With lots of stops at places that I'm apparently not allowed to go. My stubborn streak would probably push harder if not for the smashing fashion I'm sporting.

This ride does end, eventually, yes?



II. The Houses of Pleasure

Bathed and dressed in the least amount of clothing that one might still consider to be 'clothing', I find myself led to a room. It's dimly lit and decorated in dark woods and leather. It smells of dark wood and leather too - which is interesting.

The one who led me in here directs me to kneel on the floor and, I don't know why, but I feel compelled to follow the directions. Only a brief moment of hesitation. It's strange, but not. They bind my wrists at my back, then slip a blindfold over my face. It was already dim and the blindfold adds to that. Very little light sneaks in beneath the fabric.

I can feel all of my other senses dialing up. I'm kneeling on the floor. Alone. In a room. With my hands bound. This really should be a lot more terrifying. Instead there's a strange sense of anticipation in the waiting. The not knowing.



III. Broken Glass

Second Floor I've settled myself onto a cushion, legs folded as close to lotus style as I can get them (look, at my heigh, I'm lucky my legs fold like that at all - I have a lot of leg to fold), a semi-floppy felt wizard hat on my head, and nothing else. I'm keeping with a theme here - debauchery at its finest. I could enact a glamour of clothing if necessary (and hope my concentration holds out - they're not my best magic). There are a couple of outfits hanging on a rack nearby that I could use if that's the game. Name your pleasure.

Third Floor I settle on a very plush couch. It's comfortable as hell. There's a lot going on in this room and, for the moment, I'm just a casual observer.



IV. Choose Your Own Adventure

[If there's something else you'd like to get Harry involved in - hit me up.]
Edited 2019-05-18 05:36 (UTC)
latrodectus: (сто восемьдесят два)

[personal profile] latrodectus 2019-05-18 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He had changed. When she knew him he hadn't been a blushing virgin, exactly, but he hadn't been experienced, and his awkwardness had a different emphasis.

Some things about him hadn't changed, though. ]


You tried to do something.

[ She can tell by the way he says it. There's a note of sadness in her voice— not disappointment, but heartbreak. ]
camebefore: (i tear a hole instead my head)

[personal profile] camebefore 2019-05-18 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
We will have to see to that unruliness before it becomes rudeness then. That will have to be point one.

[Hannibal, on the other hand, is perfectly fine without anyone keeping an eye on him. Prefers it that way. That said, he's as surprised as Jon is when he realises the model is a person. The fascination is reflected there but none of the horror.]

I've heard of air conditioning but never been in a place with it. The sweat wouldn't affect the leather in that case although there might be some chaffing. I wonder if those buckles end up chilled. That would be uncomfortable.

[There's very little Hannibal doesn't notice, a lot like a feral cat. He rises up a little as if peering in the window at the model while keeping Jon's reflection in the cornre of his eye. The back of his neck prickles unpleasantly at the sensation of something watching or studying him. He gives very little to watch, or so he believes. The supernatural hasn't really occurred to him yet. Science is his only god, things beyond that aren't ones he can give much credence to. He turns fully to Jon simply to see if he can catch a glimpse of something.]

If we are about to go into there, and it might be best to know each other's names. Especially if I need to volunteer you as a model to afford us clothing. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

[Because lots of eighteen year olds are doctors. He also looks completely serious, or as serious as a man in a paper gown can be.]
camebefore: (if you hadn't met me)

[personal profile] camebefore 2019-05-18 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
The fifteenth century. [His reply is a little dull but it livens some as he continues.] I should like to meet one of them. First-hand accounts of that time would be something to hear. Reading about something is rarely as good as hearing what it was like.

[He suspects dirty and illiterate, but it would still be worth seeing. The news of a clinic is met with a nod, a small pleased smile on his face. The idea of a vampire and people from the 15th century are accepted with equal ease, no disbelief about either or at least not that he expresses. He eats the occasional person. Who's he to judge if someone decides to drain a few people? It's that simple for him.]

You don't have a stripe. [Using a fingertip, he mimics the submissive sign on his unmarked throat. Perhaps this other Dom was a bit annoyed at an eighteen year old approaching them as an adult on their level (or slightly below Hannibal's).] One took it badly earlier when I asked him a question, yet you do not. Is that common?

[pause. beat.]

I do need to find where I was assigned. This paper is getting damp with sweat, and while I care little who sees me so, I would rather not be arrested for public indecency if it falls apart.

[personal profile] deedar 2019-05-18 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
( Well, that hasn't changed, has it? But it's a strange comfort in a way. Quill's anger, her attitude towards him, remains so incredibly consistent even after four months of whatever pocket of space-time this city counts as, that he's glad of it. Their relationship is something he can at least rely on in that way. )

I think— ( And here continues that attitude that Quill so despises, the one that says I am a Prince, no matter what you and your band of rebels believe. ) ... I have no thoughts on this place yet, actually.

( It's a city, modern enough to contain such technology as the train they're on, but yet the way of life — the people who are marked like himself and Quill kneeling at the sides of unmarked ones, walking behind them.

A hierarchy? Or, like Quill says, is it slavery?

He doesn't yet know.
)
vrituom: (ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ)

[personal profile] vrituom 2019-05-18 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
( the look that she gives him says exactly what she thinks -- he's an idiot. of course he wouldn't have any thoughts yet having just arrived, though quill very frequently thinks that he is an idiot.

(he is. she has to save his life with far too much frequency)

she takes a step from him, turning to pull her focus from him for just a moment. there's no point in telling him what's happening, he'll never believe her anyway. he never does )


You'll figure it out. ( probably some idiotic misconception but at least he doesn't have the higher position this time. he's trapped in the same role she is )
devilbreak: (42)

[personal profile] devilbreak 2019-05-18 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucky bastard wouldn't have to know the instant horror he faced when he was forced to shower in freezing cold waters. At least not yet.]

Yeah. It's about the same amount of run down as the room.

[He really doesn't like this place, but he also doesn't have an outlet for all that anger so Nero tries to keep himself busy and his mind occupied while he can. Hopefully the feeling goes away or he's going to go off on some guards one of these days.]

Anything weird like what? You think I'm gonna touch you or something? [Nero laughs. Going at Leon's back with soap and a scrubber to get his skin clean and exfoliated. That last one a result of Nero never doing anything halfassed.]

Nero. You?
devilbreak: (22)

[personal profile] devilbreak 2019-05-18 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He could figure it out, but it doesn't mean he would be any less of a smartass about it. Especially after what Dante put him through to get out of that room when he could have swiped the card from the start.

Sure people could have been watching, but between the two of them they could take on any non-demon easy. The fact that it didn't play out that way meant that Dante was serious about there being no way to get out but to conform for a while.]


I'm going through puberty? You were the one egging me on in there. [He points aggressively too, because otherwise he's going to start a fight if he doesn't give his hand something to do.] I just want to go home, and if I can't I just want to sleep until I can come up with a better fucking plan than JUST GO WITH IT.

[Usually he can take Dante's banter easily but the longer he's here the realer it gets. He's in the place and his girl is out there somewhere probably wondering where the heck he went or if he's okay. Yeah it's funny that Dante has to be some woman's bitch to get her credit card but it's less funny when that's probably going to be him in a few months.]

This would be so much easier if I was still going through puberty. Asshole. [He reels in his temper enough to just scowl at Dante. The dead weight thing is suddenly so petty to hold against him now.] Just tell me how I can contact you again if I have any ideas about how to get out.
sathan: (✿ 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓉)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-18 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. They're enlightening.
jeongbro: PB: Ki Hong Lee (charming)

[personal profile] jeongbro 2019-05-18 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry sighs, a little relief, because he'd feel terrible about it if he left him in the handcuffs. Mostly just because they haven't discussed if that's a bridge to cross, and he's always been intent on consent and communication.

(Except for the time he put RoboBee in Gansey's hand without telling him what it was, but that was necessary).

He finds the keys to the handcuffs and unlocks them from Eggsy's wrists, and then sits on the edge of the bed. Well, he can't say the place didn't offer up a handsome fair, at least. In fact, everyone he'd come across in the city so far was attractive. There was probably more White nonsense involved in that, but he isn't about to go off to someone he doesn't know.

Now that neither of them are handcuffed to a bed or blindfolded, Henry smiles more easily, relaxes within an instant. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"Some night, isn't it?"
jeongbro: PB: Ki Hong Lee (charming)

[personal profile] jeongbro 2019-05-18 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, it might be a very flattering impression, but it might also be the wrong one, I guess." Henry's doing his damnedest to keep his gaze above her collarbone, but it is hard. He is a teenage boy, after all, and there's--a lot of skin, and a lot of girl.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, helping to arrange the jacket across her shoulders. It won't close, because even with his broader shoulders, she's just physically larger than he is, especially in the chest. But it's something, anyway, like she said. Now, he supposes, the paper gown can act as an afghan and cover her lap while she sits. "You look like you've had a rough day."
burstmodes: (pic#12191690)

[personal profile] burstmodes 2019-05-18 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yeah, they can definitely talk about this later. much, much later. after he's not incredibly embarrassed that they pretty much went zero to one-eighty on this whole thing.

instead, for now, prompto really focuses on the pressure of nero's mouth and the way his tongue feels sliding against his own. the intimacy of kissing is never going to get old to him; sometimes, he'd really prefer to do just that rather than any of the other stuff—no matter how good it feels. but his brain has long since left, and even the slight chill of those artificial fingers isn't even sinking in past all the other sensations. eyes closed, and prompto tries to curl closer to nero with each shift of their hips. ]


Don't worry. I think you're... you're doing pretty great. [ he's surprised the words are coherent because all he can do is relax and press the sounds he makes into the way nero kisses him. his heart feels like it's going to beat right out of his chest, shivering the moment he reaches down to touch himself. maybe this is going to end pretty quickly for him after all. ] Ah, more. Come on – [ it's a soft plea, pressing his knees into nero's sides and then hooking a leg around him in an attempt to gain a bit more leverage so he can rock against the counter-rhythm of nero moving. he doesn't know what else to say to encourage him, knowing that he can take a lot more, and his other hand slides up nero's neck, his cheek. up into his hair to grab at the short strands and pull just a little to really urge him on.

the kissing doesn't quite feel like enough now, nipping at his bottom lip and panting against his mouth. more, he says, but it's mumbled into the kiss, heat slowly consuming him from the inside out. ]
compellingstatement: Art by <user name=switalia site=plurk.com> (embarrassed | chatter)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2019-05-18 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Right.
Apologies.
Well, never mind.

What conspiracies do you believe in?
Moon landing was faked?
The Queen is a lizard person?
That sort of thing?
latrodectus: (четыре)

[personal profile] latrodectus 2019-05-18 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They were clearly expecting someone else. It's not as though Natasha is the only widow out there, but the podcast reference is mystifying. Interesting, but mystifying. ]

Kennedy was a skrull.
allthesins: (20)

[personal profile] allthesins 2019-05-18 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Rafa mentions smelling him, Dorian's interest is piqued. Mortals are tedious. Rafa may be something more, and that's always more fun. His fingers meet Rafa's, and a smile tugs at his lips. Things just got interesting.]

Pleasure belongs to everyone. Yours, mine…it's better shared.

[Oh, but he likes being called 'my lord.' It sends a shiver of delight through him that spreads the smile across his full lips.

When he comes round to Rafa's front again, he pauses, undoing the tie of his robe slowly and letting it hang open, framing his torso for a moment before dropping to the floor. He steps forward, fingertips dancing their way down Rafa's thigh.]


What are you, you beautiful thing?
allthesins: (20)

[personal profile] allthesins 2019-05-18 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The firm grip in his hair is a good sign, and Dorian makes an appreciative noise into the kiss, shifting his weight as he moves over the other man. In contrast to the teeth catching sharply on the brunette's lip, Dorian slides sinuously against him, a slow roll of his hips, a tantalizing pressure that's not quite enough to be satisfying.

He tugs the other man's leg up over his hip, dragging his nails sharply up his thigh.
allthesins: (11)

[personal profile] allthesins 2019-05-18 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let's see what we can do about this, shall we?" Dorian says, wrapping his hand around Phillip's cock and giving it a slow, lazy stroke. He's in no rush. His hands aren't tied, after all. He keeps his grip firm, thumb teasing over the crown.
allthesins: (02)

[personal profile] allthesins 2019-05-18 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The man is getting troublesome, but Dorian is still unsure of his footing here, so he keeps his temper in check.

He gestures to himself. "Do I look like the sort of person who reads books about wizards?" He says the word like it's the most ridiculous thing possible. "Have you not been paying attention? This place is a different world. You and I are likely not from the same world. Our books our not the same books. Our fashion is not the same fashion. Do keep up."
capturingeternity: (Default)

[personal profile] capturingeternity 2019-05-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Not only is this other man beautiful, but his technique is also off to an incredibly promising start. The brunette arches his back and lifts his own hips in a counter-rhythm to the slow, almost serpentine movements of his current partner. Dorian's fingers card deeper into his hair, holding him into the kiss until he's forced to pull away for more air.

He lets his leg be manipulated up, locking his heel around the back of the blond's knee and gives a short, gasping moan at the bite of nails raking against him. His other hand circles around the other's side and retaliates by digging his own in just below his shoulder blade.

"Do I get a name, before we begin?" Dorian isn't opposed to fucking anonymously, but he's intrigued enough to want to know. This person is definitely someone to remember if these first few moments have been anything to go by.
compellingstatement: art by <user name=jaegerfker420 site=tumblr.com> (srs | neutral)

[personal profile] compellingstatement 2019-05-18 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
What exactly is a skrull?