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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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The sensation of her fingertips skimming across his skin, and her fingernails digging in sharply enough to leave trails of warmth in their wake, does plenty for him, and he's more than eager to quell any concerns about whether she's gripping him too tight or scratching too deeply. He's blatantly encouraging her with quiet groans, pressing into her hands rather than away from them when he's not busy sinking back down to kiss her, all intensity and alternating firm, coaxing strokes of his tongue across her lips and into her mouth with sharper catches of his teeth into her lower lip.
He would be nothing but pleased if she leaves claw marks down his back, just like he'll eagerly drop down to leave sucking bruises on her neck and throat if she offers him the least bit of encouragement to do so. ]
You feel so good, Rey. [ There's no restraint in the praise that he murmurs either, when he's catching a breath or two in the perfect chaos of everything blending together. It seems like a good time to slip his hand back down between them, to offer her even more stimulation. ] Are you gonna come for me?
[ He's not trying to rush this, but he feels that familiar tension rising, and if he doesn't have the restraint to slow it down it's hard to imagine that she will. ]
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she thinks that might be all she can take. this bruising rhythm, the tight ball of heat and need that's begun to twist low between her legs, the scent of arousal and sweat and something else flooding her mind — it's all so much, but then his praise echoes in between, and despite how slick and wet she feels, there's immediate awareness of more, a rolling surge of pleasure that's only echoed by his hand as it slips between them, thumb brushing against her in easy, practiced motions. ]
I — [ she's going to, there's no denying that. if he keeps fucking her, she will come apart, but there's an urgency to it now that hadn't been there before. there's a desire to please, to hear him say those words again, that surges in her, that makes her tremble and twitch as her nails dig deep against his shoulderblades as she tries to hang on. ] Please.
[ she doesn't quite know how to verbalize what she needs, but her body communicates well enough that she trusts him to figure it out. to recognize the involuntary as reaction, as a greenlight for more. that's all she ever wants: more of everything he has. ]
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Under different circumstances it might have been a perfect time to tease her and draw this out that much longer. He could prompt her to tell him what she's begging for, despite knowing exactly what she wants. And considering how this has gone, that's something he'll bring up later, adding to a list of things that may or may not actually happen.
Later though. Right now all he wants is to give her everything she's wordlessly asking for and then some. And right now that means more. He's not afraid to give it to her either, he knows how strong she is, he doesn't need to worry about those thrusts slamming into her too hard now that she's ready for them, even if it threatens to push them right up against the headboard of the bed.
While his body moves with that almost frenzied urgency, driven by just how openly she offers herself to him, his voice, even when stuttered by shuddering, tense breaths against her skin, is still warm and coaxing. ]
That's it. [ She liked that affirmation, didn't she? He offers more of that too, his lips brushing right against her ear as he arches over her. He's getting so close himself, spurred on by every rocking thrust now, but he's not going to give in to that until she's coming apart right along with him. ] Just like that. I want to hear you.
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but she doesn't complain. the thought doesn't even cross her mind. there's nothing about this that she doesn't like, even in shades; if anything, as wants flash through her mind, poe is there to give them to her, whether with the smooth encouragement of his words or the heat of his hands against her skin. it's all she can do to keep up, panting for breath, eyes squeezing shut as her whole body tenses in place, an inadvertent attempt to keep him close as her own climax looms ever nearer. ]
Don't stop, [ she's not sure what she wants, or even what to ask for. only that she knows for sure. only that she doesn't want him to stop. not now, not ever. ]
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It feels too good to slow down now. She might not be as well-acquainted with these sensations, but he knows exactly what it means when this tension wells up inside of him like this, and it's just as well that she seems to be on the precipice herself. He just couldn't have been prepared for how this was going to feel, how much he was going to want this, so much so that coming together is just a given now rather than any conscious intention.
But he won't slow down or stop touching her, not even when he feels those first few pulses of heat that course through him and into her, a noticeable shudder running through him as he arches sharply with it. It's not exactly a blur. It's a rush, but every aspect of it, every sound and taste and flicker of sensation, stands out in impossibly sharp detail, one after the other.
It's an almost quiet moment for him, a contrast to every moment leading up to it, as he just breathes against her skin, close enough that their warmth brushes against her, sinking toward catching her mouth for another kiss. ]
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it's good that he kisses her, then. it's warm and soft and slow, just that reminder of his presence, a gentle coaxing out of starry-eyed, breathless afterglow into something more familiar — and for a while, rey's content to do exactly that. to cling to him, to kiss him, to catch her breath in small increments as her heart slams in her chest. it's good to simple be here, to be surrounded in that touch and taste and even the smell of him, mingled with both of their arousal and the crisp scent of his sheets, instead of lost in her own head and the inevitable overthinking that will follow. ]
I can still feel you, [ she murmurs a bit later, after they've adjusted, legs tangled between instead of bracketed around. ] Everywhere.
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He's presently nuzzling idly against her neck, tipping his mouth up to brush trailing kisses along her jawline. He does still intend to drag her into that very nice, very spacious shower. Eventually. ]
If we did it right, you'll still feel it tomorrow.
[ He might say it with a quiet chuckle, though it's not untrue. She's far from delicate, he's aware of that, but this is all still very new to her, and he hasn't been excessively gentle with her. Before, anyway, now that it's not so urgent he's taking advantage of the opportunity to give certain areas more thorough attention with a different sort of goal. His fingertips do seem to naturally drift upward, along the curves of her chest, which he had only a vague idea of before... all of this. ]
But I wouldn't mind reminding you.
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[ it's not a coy question, or even intended to be a flirtatious evasion; it's a simple response that asks for a genuine answer. she doesn't know. as hard as she'd come apart, with each pass of his lips against her jaw and each trail of his fingertips against her skin, an echo of that earlier need begins to build again in her belly. not quite as desperate now, not so pent-up, but it's arousal and desire all the same, not entirely sated by an admittedly rather rushed coupling. he touches her now, and she wants to feel him again, actually commit all of those sensations to memory. ]
I don't want you to stop.
[ he could, she knows, but she doesn't want him to. she can no longer smell the perfumes that had pushed her into that first embrace, but the aftershocks still linger; even as his hands skim gently over her chest, the urge to nudge him forward is there, to step past slow and sweet into something more aggressive, something that might quell the ache between her legs as she shifts against the sheets. ]
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[ The way he says it makes it sound so simple, and in a way it is. It should be, and he won't let his own worries filter into this when she deserves nothing but reassurance. They'll work the rest out later, as he keeps telling himself, for now they might be coming up for air, but they aren't done. Of course he could have been, he's rarely sated after just one round, even if it was an especially intense one, but he wouldn't have minded to linger in bed with her without any specific purpose in mind all the same. He could have been perfectly content to keep his touches light and affectionate, his breath tickling across her skin as he presses more casual kisses against it.
But she's said it in no uncertain terms, and he does understand the urge to do it again, something that goes past the gathering heat that has her shifting restlessly while his touch skims over her. The last one was no less a choice, even if they were swayed to it he never felt like it was forced, but the promise of doing it again, without any other influences nudging them, that would help drive that point home, wouldn't it?
He makes a low sound of agreement as his thumb brushes lightly across her nipple, his fingers pressing in to cup around the curve of her breast as he lowers his mouth to tease at it with his lips and tongue instead. It's only teasing long enough to ask an equally teasing question, before he settles in to suck instead. She might be impatient, but he's unabashedly enjoying himself with this. ]
What do you want me to do?
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[ the sentence is lost at first, thought discarded as she stifles a groan between her lips, back arching underneath his touch in a subconscious attempt to press his mouth that much more firmly against her skin. she likes the light touches, the gentle caresses over all the spots that feel so warm, but she can't help but feel a little impatient.
she's been denied this for so long. pleasure, release, the joy of finding herself tangled up with another person. to find it now and then be denied again feels like worse torture, since now she knows what she's missing. maybe in time she'll have filed the sharp edge off her needfulness, but in this moment, there is only impatience, evidenced by the squeeze of her thighs together as she shifts in place. ]
I want to feel you again. It went so fast...
[ it had been like an explosion. she wants to savor it, to memorize how it feels, print it into her memory so if it never happens again, she'll remember. she'd like to be able to control it a little more, too, but she's not sure how to ask for that. ]
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He can appreciate what it's like to want so much too, even if his reasons are different. That feeling that there's just too much to want all at once, but no way to get to it without rushing through everything, patience be damned. He's been there. But it's different with her, right now. He couldn't say that it won't change later, once he's actually had a chance to wrap his mind around it all, but for now he's content to take things just a little slower.
Not so slow that he won't slide a hand down, his fingertips tracing all the way to the point where her thighs are pressed together, where he'll ease them apart, at least enough to allow him to get his hand between her legs. It's not just about working her up, or taking his time until he's hard enough for another round, he wants to touch her. To feel her in ways that he missed before. That they both missed. ]
Have you been thinking about it? [ He'll ask, as he finally releases her nipple, if just to kiss his way over to the other. ] About me? Or just this?
[ He's just curious. He's not about to be offended that she wasn't entertaining daydreams about him, especially not when he's barely had time to reconcile the stories about her with the reality of finally meeting her in person. ]
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[ it isn't meant to be dismissive, or some kind of a rejection. it's just the honest truth. in between living in the desert and the fast-paced disaster that had been the few years now they've been in the resistance together, rey's hardly had time to breathe, let alone allow her mind to wander to thoughts of anything remotely like this.
she'd known poe dameron was attractive, though. it didn't take a force vision to recognize that simple fact. had her mind had time to explore that acknowledgement, perhaps it might have drifted to thoughts of what it would be like to do more than just argue with him, or to what it might be like to shut him up in some way other than aggravating him to the point he stormed off in the middle of a shouting match.
as it was, she'd known she'd had some kind of something — some magnetic pull, some part of her that sought out its match in him. she just hadn't known what it was.
now she knows. now she recognizes it for what it had been, what it could be. a fire that flamed hotter when they were together, better suited for building each other up into peaks of pleasure than aggravating each other into fury. she trusted him, but that trust went a little deeper now. ]
I never had time.
[ she has time now, though. time to exhale out a sigh of pleasure as his fingertips skim between her legs, nudging her apart as she shifts to accommodate the request. there's time to let her own hands curl into the sheets, a lazy grip at fabric rather than a desperate pull. ]
I will now, though.
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He'd been thinking about her for a long time before that. Especially when he held onto her beacon for a while, glancing down at that pulsing light and thinking about the girl who held the companion to it. He wasn't thinking about this, obviously, but her place in the Resistance, her connection to Finn and Leia and the Force, it meant that she was never too far from his mind.
And here she is, soaking up all of his attention in very different ways. ]
Yeah? You'll have to tell me about it.
[ He could tease her, stroke along the inside line of her thigh now that her legs have slid apart for him, but while he's more patient than he is, he's not that patient. His fingertips seek out the slick warmth that he's just become so intimately familiar with, though this time he's not going to rush things. She wants to know how it feels, he wants to learn every possible way to make her moan, this is perfect.
For now. ]
Do you want to touch me too?
[ He's far from unaffected by this. His voice has a lower, rougher edge to it, and no matter how much he's distracting her he's sure she's noticed the weight of his cock against her thigh while he's been touching her. ]
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You won't stop, will you?
[ she knows that he won't, but she wants him to promise. she wants to hear him tell her in that same low voice exactly what he plans to do to her, and for how long, even if she doesn't entirely know why.
rey doesn't wait, though. she simply shifts, pushing herself up on one arm as the other reaches down, the soft skin of her palm draping over the length of him. it's half fascination, half appreciation; he'd made her feel impossibly good before in a matter of minutes, and as nice as his hands feel stroking her, she knows with a certainty that's sure to be her undoing exactly how much she liked the way he'd filled her up. that certainty encourages her to squeeze, to press a little firmly, to try and deliver the same surge of sensation that he'd given her before, her gaze flicking up to his to watch his expression as she experiments. ]
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I won't.
[ He feels her shifting underneath him at his own invitation, and he's settling slightly to one side to allow her the space to reach for him without jostling his own hand away from her. He might not know anything about what she's done before, in the one other time she's done this, but he can be sure that she wouldn't have had the opportunity to do all the touching and exploring that she wanted to. It just wouldn't be possible, even if she spent a whole night trying, and of course this wouldn't be exactly the same either. Just like it's not the same for him, no matter how many times he's done this before, this is a first time for them.
It's just about letting her explore either, obviously. When her fingers wrap around the length of him he's already taking in a slightly sharper inhale of breath, and that turns into a quiet exhaled groan as she squeezes, and that already hard length swells noticeably in her hand. It feels good, obviously it does, but there's also something inherently and deeply arousing about the fact that she's touching him while he's stroking her, slipping his fingers inside her now, offering her a fullness that isn't quite as good as what she had before. It's simple, nothing complicated or intricate, but it's good. It's good and it's making him realize that he's just as eager to press himself inside her again, here in the bed where they can roll around with it as much as they want to.
It's not hard to imagine several different ways they could go with it, and they aren't limited to just one, after all. ]
Do you want that somewhere else?
[ It's the sort of teasing question that he might expect her to scold him for, even if the tone makes it somewhat less playful and more serious, but how could he not when this has been so good for both of them? ]