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TDM #10
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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. ... 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. The weather is a brisk negative seven during the warmest parts of the day. |
 It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. 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. |
 Along with the usual Dom and Sub seminars and demonstrations, the powers that be have decided to try something a little more friendly. After attending the mandatory classes, all characters are invited to a (mandatory) social mixer! There are beverages and light snacks, and mingling is highly encouraged. Also, all participants have had their clothes removed and replaced with long shirts ( they are allowed to keep their undergarments, but nothing else is allowed ). Said shirts have the phrase “Ask me about _____!” plastered loudly and proudly on the front. It could be a character’s deepest, darkest secret, their most negative trait, or something embarrassing they had happen to them. Each participant is given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and are tasked with “asking” three others about what’s written on their chests. Once they’ve completed the task and handed in the assignment they’ll receive their clothes back. Of course, the long shirts can be removed, but that means you’ll be stuck in the nude or in your undergarments until you cooperate. |
 Not into your long shirts? Want to complain or refuse to participate? There’s another option! Unruly Dominants and Submissives will find themselves locked in a private room with a bed, stuffed together into a get-along-shirt. There’s no escaping the garment either, until certain conditions have been met. Written on a flip chart in the corner of the room are the tasks that need to be accomplished to “get along.” Are the two supposed to share a kiss? Sing a romantic duet together? Say the alphabet backwards in sync? The whole point of the exercise is to find that synergy a Dom and Sub pair are supposed to have. Maybe this isn’t the best way to find it, though… When the conditions are met the shirt is removable or rippable. Otherwise no matter how hard the characters struggle they’ll find themselves unable to get the pesky thing off. |
 Many local businesses have adapted to the timing of newcomers, and take advantage of the incoming crowds to do a little marketing. Stationed throughout Duplicity in LIEr-adjacent places such as the train station, the Up Apartments, the Down Motel, and the orientation center are representatives for local businesses and companies handing out free samples and hoping to attract business later. This month, there’s a particular presence by Harbroken Industries, a cosmetic and beauty company. They’re pushing free samples of their new pheromone perfume sprays, delicately scented and guaranteed to work. Sample bottles are freely available, but some overeager volunteers are taking the department store approach and spritzing unwitting passersby. The citrus scent is energizing and bright, inducing a talkative state where users cannot get enough conversation, and lose any internal filter for their words. The strawberry-vanilla scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm hug, which users will get a lot of with their new obsession with physical affection. Cedar-sandalwood makes those who use it tough as nails, angry and ready to pick a fight over the smallest slights. The cinnamon-pear scent makes its users feel adventurous and curious, and maybe a little TOO bold about trying new things. And predictably, the patchouli spray inspires “free love,” with an aphrodisiac effect that gets worse over time, unless taken care of quickly. The scents will wane and the effects will fade after six hours, or after the urges they cause are fulfilled. These volunteers are so eager to make a sale that it’s entirely possible to be hit with more than one spray at a time, so maybe take the long way around these areas if you’re looking to avoid them. |
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 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: Count the letters in your character's full name ( first, last, middle or whatever combo that they have ). If it totals twelve letters and below they are a Dominant. If it's thirteen and higher they are Submissive. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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And then they're both on even footing in terms of the amount of clothing left between them, but he doesn't even have time to let it sink in, really, before she's kissing him again, before his hand rises to cup her face, thumb sweeping against the high curve of her cheekbone, and he leaves his want there, in the way it builds naturally between them, the subtle tilt of heads that deepens it before she breaks away to speak.
Next, he thinks, it's about making her feel good, and he's got enough knowledge accumulated from prior moments almost exactly like this one, but not quite, to know that if he drops his lips to the slope of her shoulder, kisses his way along that freckled juncture and then descends further to continue over the plane of her chest as his hand simultaneously sweeps upward to cup beneath, to urge one sensitive swell up towards his mouth to kiss, to part his lips for a tongue to slowly swirl over —
— well, he'll just get to relearn exactly what sounds she'll make when he does all of that, unable to withhold his own sigh at the scent, the taste of her skin, and knowing he'll only keep making his way down the length of her if she tells him to keep going. ]
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then he breaks off, pulls away just enough to drop his mouth against her shoulder and then her chest, and rey finds this isn't wrong either. it's different, but no less good — no less deserving of the breathy exhale it earns or the gentle coo of his name that comes when his tongue drags up over a particularly sensitive spot. his devotionals earn all of that and more, the sigh that spills out from his mouth over her skin drawing a shiver that's easily mopped up in the warmth of his hands spanning across.
but while she might be inexperienced, and while this may be as new to her as the line down her throat, there are some things that don't require training or teaching. some things are simply instinct — like the way rey arches into his touch, the firm line of his arousal pressing up against her as her hips roll for friction she's not sure what to do with yet. all she knows is that it feels good, in a greedy sort of way, to combine the gentle, insistent patterns of his mouth and his hands with the giddy high that comes from each exploratory shift of her weight and roll of her hips, each pulsing wave of arousal a new experience. ]
Finn, [ gasped, as her head tips back, as her hands curl over his shoulders for support in keeping herself balanced, ] Show me. Please.
[ not just this, but all of it. ]
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But he also knows there's a way to go about this and it involves building her up slowly, steadily increasing the firmness of his kisses as he coaxes his lips over all this newly exposed skin, paying very close attention to the specific sounds she makes every time he approaches a new spot or does something different with his mouth, whether it's gentle kissing or the wet slow circles of his tongue drawing invisible shapes and patterns across her body. ]
C'mere.
[ She's never been much to lift, and he doesn't know how little she'd had to sustain herself on in Jakku, but he can't help noticing that she's all lean and slender muscle now in place of the smaller frame that she'd had when he'd first met her; regardless, he only has to slip one arm around her waist before he's picking her up, relying on her to grip him with her thighs as he brings her over that short distance to lay across the cot itself, with every intention of continuing right where he's just left off.
He might need more of her help with everything else, layers that he doesn't want to remove without her encouragement, but for the moment, as he kisses her, he's going to slip a warm hand beneath the waist of her trousers to gently cup her between her legs as he drops his mouth to her breasts again before one finger traces her slowly, testing. ]
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alone, she simply got bored of it, and forced herself to stop. there was little pleasure in it then, no experience in what it could be encouraging her to try.
now, though, she can feel the difference. her body arches into it without any encouragement from her mind, hips arching up when his hand slips beneath the waistband of her trousers as if to make it easier for him to slide them off altogether, and though she is surprised that he doesn't, she doesn't push the issue.
she's too busy trying not to rock too eagerly against him, first his and then her own bottom lip caught between her teeth as a rumbling sound echoes in her throat, smothered by a groan. ]
That feels — [ good, yes, but. not enough. just the barest hint of a promise. she's not good at waiting. ]
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[ It's not necessarily him demanding anything in the vein of dirty talk, closer to encouraging her to just be open with him about what she's feeling, what she wants more of, to keep that line of communication open even while he's touching her in ways that are probably more than a little distracting.
There's a testing too, in the hand that dips between her thighs, and while he isn't necessarily surprised to find her wet it's another thing just to feel it, to have that evidence painting his fingertips as he groans around the curve fitted between his lips again, lashes that sensitive nipple again with his tongue. ]
You feel good.
[ And he's not going to make her wait before slipping his hand free, curving all his fingers beneath the waistband to coax her into lifting her hips again, into slipping off that layer; he wants to situate himself between the spread of her legs and refamiliarize himself all over again with how she tastes, what she likes, his shoulders rolling forward to kiss one of the subtle dimples on the inside of her knee before his mouth trails down and in along a soft inner thigh.
It'll be a tight squeeze on the cot and frankly, he's probably going to hang off the foot of it a little in this position, but as she'll soon come to learn for herself, he'd have no problem with staying down here for hours, using mouth and fingers to build her up over and over. ]
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she manages an exhale as her hips settle back on the cot, a sound that's half a coo of his name when his mouth dips back down again, and then a word or two. not much, just enough to try for him. ] You're warm, [ is the first and most obvious thought, his skin against her own easily a few degrees warmer than the air above. but it's more than the simple temperature. it's how his touch seems to bloom heat across her skin, a teasing spread that stretches to each new spot that greets him. ]
I want — [ what does she want? she's not even sure she knows. the only word that comes to mind feels like it's not enough to express the tug she felt when his fingertips brushed through the slick of her arousal. ] More. Of you.
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So he's veering in, giving another kiss to a soft crease where her hip meets her groin, and then he's sure she can feel his breath over her, hot and full of want before he kisses her again, between her legs, a soft press of lips before they part for his tongue to sweep over her, slow and purposeful, over and then delving in to taste her at the source. ]
Rey. [ He'd almost forgotten what this was like, and he needs to commit this to his memory all over again, fingers slipping in between to spread folds for a leisurely, repetitive licking; he's groaning too, soft exhales of need breathed over her, and if he wasn't hard before it's about to get even worse now that he's here, tongue swirling around and then up to circle her clit. ]
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that's what orientation had led her to believe, anyway. all those images flashing before her of men and women in the throes of passion, clothes ripped away or even left on, the reinforcement of roles and responsibilities, the suggestion of kink... nothing had been so soft as this, so delicate and gentle.
this is something rey doesn't know quite how to process. there's pleasure in it, but it isn't a roaring rapid or an exploding volcano — it's the steady swell of the sun overhead, warming her skin little by little, like sinking into a warm bath. his tongue drags across her, over and over, and with each pass, a new surge of heat and arousal pushes through her, a little more of that slickness pooling between her legs, now a sticky sensation that has her wriggling beneath his ministrations. ]
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Tell me if it's too much. [ He doesn't want her to not say anything, but he also thinks he's moving them in the right direction, and she did say she wanted more, but he's not going to overwhelm her all at once, not before he's given her a chance to get used to other things. He's still using his mouth, but he's going to pair it with the slow, gentle press of a finger inside her, just one at the start, uncertain if this is anything she's ever done to herself but also knowing that his hands are bigger than hers, that even one of his fingers is bound to feel like two right away.
It's all he can do not to groan again outright because the thought of sinking into her like this in an altogether different way is making him hard, almost painfully so, and now that he's thinking about it he can't stop thinking about it, but she'll distract him plenty as he sees to her pleasure first, those shallow and easing thrusts of his finger into that slick heat beneath where his lips wrap around that tender bud and suck in tandem. ]
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[ the reassurance is echoed in a low exhale of approval as his hands move, as he presses slow and steady inside that wet heat, her body shifting bit by bit as she adjusts around him. it's new, in that she's never felt any need to touch herself quite like this, but not unwelcome.
nothing with finn has ever been unwelcome. this might be new, but it's a comfortable new, a surprisingly easy transition from fiercely clutched hands and all-encompassing loyalties. being with him has always felt a little like breathing, why shouldn't this? ]
Please don't stop.
[ she knows he won't, but she wants him to hear it from her. wants him to be aware of just how much she wants this. ]
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He's aching for her now too, in a different way, but it's an agony that's rendered sweeter in how he denies it as he serves her first, even if he has to resist the temptation to grind himself against the mattress to relieve some of that pressure and probably fails at it a few times, especially once he feels how hot and slick she is, like an inferno he'd gladly be consumed by. ]
I won't. I promise.
[ He'll give her that reassurance above all others — he's here for her, he's not going anywhere, she has him for this any time she needs it and even when she doesn't require it but wants it just the same — and he pairs it with the steady movement of his hand as he feels her open up around him, welcome him in, using his lips and tongue to continue coaxing those sounds out of her. He's not deep enough yet to find that spot, but he can get there, waiting a little longer before he gives her the slow stretch of a second finger alongside the first. ]
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it's a sensation that makes her keenly aware of what it's not as well, a touch that makes her ache for what's to come, each thrust of his hand a teasing warm-up to something she's never thought about with quite so much anticipation. as those thoughts begin to filter through her mind, rey finds it's much harder not to push him for more, to not rush this and lose the novelty of it all. ]
You're — oh — you're really good at that...
[ which should be obvious to anyone with half a clue, and thus extremely obvious to finn, who knows her in many cases better than she knows herself, who's connected to her in a way that no one else in this place can ever hope to share, a bond that weaves through them even now, her pleasure mingling with his in a way that goes beyond simple speech or touch. ]
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Maybe he'll be able to figure it out later, much later, when he inevitably returns home to live out more of the events that he's destined for, but right now, he's not thinking about anything beyond the confines of this cot, her scent and her skin and her warmth and the way she almost breathes a moan toward the ceiling when he curls his fingers inside her at a certain angle. He'll hold them there, go harder when he feels like he won't be hurting her, give her a more unrelenting thrust without retreating very far, and this time he is trying to seek out that elusive spot she'd asked him to find for her.
He has a feeling he'll know the moment when he discovers it, but he's lifting his eyes to watch her throughout, barely stifled exhales of breath that turn into groans as his lips suck on her clit more firmly, as he swipes his tongue over the ridges of his own knuckles, as he tries to earn every single drop of her that wells up to taste.
And he chuckles a little self-consciously when she says that, the sound vibrating across her; the truth is that he's had time to practice, but he doesn't say that out loud because it'd be a confession tinged with regret, regret that it wasn't her he was only ever able to learn from in terms of figuring out how best to please her now. ]
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I — [ but it's strangled, words lost. not that it matters. the bleed of her thoughts into his is all too messy now, the urge to chase that high coming through from both of them at once, the vibration of his own groans rumbling against her body from where his mouth rests only underlining that. ]
Please.
[ she couldn't put into words what it was she was begging for. there isn't even anything concrete in mind. it's simply the desire for more (harder, faster, deeper) that pushes the plea out of her mouth, her back arching into his touch as she tries on instinct alone to get as much of him at once as she can. ]
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Her pleasure is coming off of her in waves and he thinks some of it might be filtering through other levels of his awareness, deeper than anything he can feel while he's touching her. It's like she's in his thoughts, giving him the impressions that everything he's doing is right. ]
Mmm. [ It's an encouraging sound, and he has to retreat for a second to murmur against her, to make sure she hears him while she arches beneath him, strains, and all he can do is marvel at her. ]
That's it. Just... let go.
[ He wants to see it, all of it, the first time she really tips over the edge for him all over again; it's an image that's already indelibly marked on his consciousness from before, but this is new, isn't it? New because she's never felt it from him like this. ]