TEST DRIVE MEME #18

[penancemods]

Arrival

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, and they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and have an ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. The staff may be pushy, or they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen, where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.


Stand Your Ground

Rise and shine, dear guests! The weather outside is as frightful as it's ever been, oddly cold. Colder than it was even at this time last year, but it seems to match the mood of the staff. Another sinner uprising, another looming threat of outsiders wanting to wreck Hell, and the staff is understandably exhausted and down in the dumps. Still, they seem to be at least trying to spread the Halloween cheer with more decorations! Gaudy decorations are in every square inch of the hotel, along with some unique looking jack-o-lanterns that seem to watch you wherever you go!

There are even some absolutely cute little turnip ones from the old timer demons who insist it's the only way for it to be done!

Lucifer and Lilith are both curiously missing in action at this time. If asked, the staff will helpfully explain that there were poltergeists and then one of the sinners lost it and tried to take over Hell, again. They'll also complain at length about how absolutely ridiculous it is that anyone thinks they're capable of ruling this place over Lucifer himself. Feel free to try to escape the incoming rant! But either way, the big guy in Hell is apparently putting up more barriers to prevent things like this from happening in the future!

And to handle an outside threat called The Veiled Order apparently, but don't you worry about them! They're simply not important at the moment and absolutely not not planning a bit attack soon. Nope.

New arrivals (and old!) should enjoy the rather expansive breakfast the demons have made in the dining hall. There will be plenty of breakfast foods ranging from bacon to pancakes to donuts and anything in between to encourage indulgence. There's no need to hold back now, right? You're already dead! So eat up all that unhealthy food and maybe add something a little bit stronger to your coffee than just plain cream! No one is judging around here, especially when there's a few bottles of top shelf alcohol available next to the coffee station.

And if one thing isn't frowned upon in Hell, it's gluttony. No one will judge if you want a taste of human flesh or cute kitten out of curiosity or anything.

Staff will encourage guests to take it easy. Things have been rough lately, and they're only bound to get rougher!


Reach Up High

Prompt I: Jesus Wept

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture, extreme gore.

Somewhere from within the hotel is an ominous rumble behind a closed door. This time, it isn't from any wayward mages or ill-timed bombing attempts, but the unlocking of a previously forbidden room. There are eerie screams from within, followed by menacing laughter as the door swings open of its own accord. The room within is painted in nothing but darkness and a thick fog.

For those who would dare approach, they will be able to make out the outlines of chains hanging in wait from the ceiling, but most other details are obscured. There may be a brief flash of figures in the shadows, the stench of blood. This feels like a bad idea, but sinners are drawn forward anyway. There's something of a promise inside this room... something new and exciting, greater than anyone is capable of imagining!

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?

Before common sense can win out, guests will find themselves pulled into the room and hear the gut-wrenching slam of the heavy door behind them. Once inside, guests will be able to make out the torn apart bodies on the ground, halved or nothing but splatters of guts and bone. Despite all logic, some will still be writhing and moaning still. Whether in pleasure or pain, it's difficult to tell

Look closer still and sinners may notice one has managed to scrawl with their bloody handprint:

There are no limits.

It may feel as if reading those words puts things into motion. Suddenly, one of the poor sinners will find the chains lashing out, hooks sinking in deep as they find their purchase on their bodies and pull. They will find themselves pulled into an almost gruesome mockery of a crucifixion pose. Arms drawn up, legs held in place. Clothes may be torn or shredded as their unmarked bodies are marred with the hooks. Flesh and muscle stretch under the strain. Fortunately, it doesn't go further.

Not yet.

"My dear guests, we haven't explored the depths to which pain can show our true selves in a while, have we? And with all the energy flowing around our little community, I had more than enough time to prepare this surprise for all of you. This is a room that had been locked off for a while now, and my children trapped within have found themselves rather bored lately," Lucifer's voice rings out within both ears of the sinners, eerily reassuring despite the hellscape in front of them.

"I want to show you the lengths Hell used to go to, the pain and pleasure mix of true torment. It's in suffering that we find our true selves. I do firmly believe that. We find out who we're meant to be, what we're meant to be, giving and receiving pain. Help one another and you will be set free!"

The fog dissipates enough to reveal a table nearby full of all sorts of horrifying instruments. Paddles, whips, some of them barbed in nauseating ways. There's wax to melt, knives. Needles to pierce flesh with. There are instruments that deliver enough electric current into the recipient to hurt and leave them writhing, gags for when their cries become too much.

"Next to your instruments, you will find a list of sins and wrongdoings your lovely captive has done in their lives, both here and back home. Read it and punish accordingly. Remember, there is freedom in humiliation as well as pain. Force them to see who they truly are inside. There's also redemption to be found in the punishment. You are delivering God's divine justice! You are God's hand! He will be so pleased..."

In the shadows, there are those same figures standing in wait, ready to manipulate the hooks.

"You will have no more than four attempts to carry out your punishment. Failure or refusal to do so will result in another hook driving into our poor bound soul here. After your four attempts, I am sorry to say they will be torn apart by my friends in the shadows with you, and you will have murder added to the list of sins tainting you. It would be such a needless shame to fail at this, wouldn't it? And who knows, perhaps you'll find you adore this path..."

There's a short laugh from Lucifer, as if he just made a brilliant joke. "Succeed in your punishment and you will both be released with one more sin removed from your list. Don't worry about any injuries... there are bandages and other aids available just outside. Now, my darlings, go have fun."

[As this is a Hellraiser based prompt, feel free to assume anything with a sadomasochistic bent to it can be found within the room. Attacking the demons controlling the chains will not stop them. They seem to be invulnerable to attacks and are only there to observe and add additional hooks when they deem fit. When a punishment is deemed worthy enough to release the hooked partner is left up to player discretion, but a character is only allowed to fail a punishment four times before they have to witness a horribly gory scene.]


Prompt II: Let's Play a Game

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture.

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. These are words from my Father's own book, preaching the ever so present importance of putting one's own worth below that of his fellow man. So very poetic, yes? And heroic. Only the truly good would be so selfless. Fortunately, I'm not asking you to kill yourselves here. Not exactly, at least." Lucifer's voice rings out within the sinner's heads, warm and coaxing as it ever is.

"No, I am only asking that you practice the art of self-sacrifice with your fellow penitents. We're going to play a little bit of a game. You're all familiar with escape rooms, yes? Well, it's like that... don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough."

Spare a Pint Awakening in a room with a single box in the center of it, sinners find themselves wearing a tight collar with a clock ticking down. They have fifteen minutes to place their hands inside the box. They'll soon learn that it's full of sharp objects ready to cut. Upon further inspection, they'll find two glass bottles attached below.

They must spare a few pints of blood each, it turns out.

Once time is up, if they haven't suceeded, spikes will pop out from the collar and embed in their necks. This will result in both participants nearly bleeding out before demons tend to them. Any scarring will be permanent.

Free the Angel Suspended in the air, one sinner will find themselves outfitted with the most devilish device. Brackets have been connected to their ribcage, dug in deep as their bare skin stands out to expose the horrors. There are only fifteen minutes before the trap trips and rips open their chest. To save them, the other sinner must remove a key from a bowl of acid before the timer reaches zero and unlock a mechanism on the device. If they fail to do so, not only will the poor soul bound experience excruciating pain, kept alive through some unnatural means, but the other will suddenly feel as if their insides are twisting in on themselves.

Sinners will be patched up afterwards, but the bound will have a scar that remains on their chest as a reminder to both parties.

Lucifer will explain the rules of each game to the guests very thoroughly and offer whatever reassurances he can. As promised, all sinners will be healed properly after completing their tasks, whether they succeed or not. Even those who find their insides unfortunately on the outside.

If guests turn on one another, they will additionally be punished with a sin from their list branded upon their skin somewhere and fail any sort of redemption offered this round.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I: Monster Mash

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, dub-con.

Hell is having a party and absolutely nothing can stop it. It seems like it may possibly be a days long event too, if the way things are going is anything to judge. There are tacky Halloween decorations spilling from the hotel out into the streets, trailing towards the club and other locations. Demons are partying everywhere, there's lively music. It's like a rather twisted Hell take on a block party. Beer and other refreshments flow freely, there's food and candy, and fires lit around the area for warmth (or s'mores, or whatever demons may want to cook over a fire!).

In the hotel lobby, there have been racks upon racks of costumes set up for people to choose from. These include all the usual things ranging from fictional characters, sexy versions of everything, lingerie, masquerade masks, and outfits for entirely anonymous adventures. If character won't don a costume willingly or are unfamiliar with Halloween, the demons have zero qualms forcing it in whatever ways work. Multiple costume changes throughout the partying, however, is allowed.

For party activities, there are live demonic bands playing at various points in Penance (and they welcome those who want to join in!), various party games such as bobbing for apples (although 'apple' here is used loosely. At times, they may be substituted with feet or human hearts or whatever is around), pin the wings on the angel, rounds of 7 Minutes in Heaven and spin the bottle, as well as pumpkin carving contests. There's also a stage set up if guests desire to show off their costumes (or take them off).

As usual, there's plenty of food and drink, including all the questionable ones like human flesh or blood. There may be a roasted Squonk or two available. There's also every drug available that someone could want, including Frenzy that's free of charge.

There's a round of trick or treating going on throughout Penance as well. Go to the club or bar, or any other establishment and you'll find demons ready to hand out their treats or tricks. It may be drugged candy, regular candy, small trinkets, or other useful objects. Tricks may be decidedly less fun, ranging from a swat with a cane, a cut with a knife (non-life threatening this time around!), or just cruel comments that seem to hit too far close to home while the demons around enjoy a hearty chuckle. Don't worry, it's all for fun!

In the bar, there's the jukebox playing some spooky new music, as well as karaoke. Bar games such as darts, pool, poker, etc. are also all available. It may include succubi trying to start a rousing round of strip poker, but that's just the risk you run in Hell!


Prompt II: Dig Your Fingers Into Flesh

WARNINGS: sex, bdsm, pet play, human furniture, dubcon, noncon, drug use.

Club Penance seems to continuing the new gimmick! Themed nights. This night's theme is: Leather and Lace, Bring on the Mace. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are clad in skimpy lace numbers or seductive leather. They may be seen sporting clamps or other toys, leather masks, etc. They will eagerly encourage all who enter to join in the fun and games.

On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.

As usual, these demons play under respectable rules, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up

Guests who refused to dress up may also find their clothes randomly changing into something more appropriate or being forcibly changed by a demon who may be a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.

For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:

Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.

Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.

The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.

Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.

But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.

Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.

The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?

Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.

The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.

Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!

For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.

A special section of the club has been set back up to follow the theme! Within the area, there are pillory stocks and other restraints set up with demons and random club goers alike restrained and naked. Some of these will be stand-alone, some of these will be attached to beds, etc. A list of sins will be written on a blackboard sat near the sinner and a plethora of toys will be available. The selection will range from knives, candles, ice, impact toys, clamps, gags, etc. There will also be plugs, beads, dildos, and anything else one could want if they desire to add a little pleasure to the pain.

On the blackboards will contain a list of sins for characters and will typically be over the top and sex-based in nature, ranging from claims of promiscuity to selfishness in bed to specific taboo sex acts they enjoy. It can also include a few non-sexual ones, depending on the mood of the demon who wrote it. It may include other misdeeds done while in Penance. Expect it all to be humiliating or uncomfortable in some way or another.

For those who aren't into that, there's also a lovely display of human (or demon!) furniture to enjoy. Some of it may be familiar faces who are forced to maintain this position for however long others deem fit. Come sit on a face or two, or see if you can make someone fail at being a human statue. There may be a little pet play go on, a little denial play.

We won't talk about what it takes to be let into the rest room tonight...

For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright fetish wear, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.

It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.

Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?


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[invicto]

[ At the very least John won't find a lot of resistance as he's shoved back onto the bed. If anything he's very eager to arch himself closer, groaning softly as their hips come together, nails digging tight into John's sides as he pulls him close rubs himself against him.

He nearly laughs at the challenge in those words. Of course he'd be a little shit about it. James would be complaining about it more if he didn't actually get off on it.

Instead he uses his grip on John to flip them over, for now focusing on pinning the man down with one hand on his wrist, though not quite yet turning him over. ]

You're such a little bitch. Can't believe I almost forgot that.

[conjobs]

[John has somehow managed to become even skinnier than he was before when James last saw him. A lot has happened. Most of it he doesn't want to be talking about tonight - or any night, really. So it's probably easy enough to be throwing and shoving him here and there, pinning him down like this.

He likes the bruises, so at least any complaints are only temporary and shouldn't be taken into consideration.]

Fuck off mate. [Only foulmouthed John can make that sound somewhat endearing. He spreads his legs and his heels dig into the mattress as he tries to get some friction going between them, lifting his head to bite at James even though he can't quite reach him.]

[invicto]

[ Even if he was trying to sound mean about it, he'd still get the same delighted laugh out of James. He likes the struggle, the way John pushes back, if not with gestures then with words at the very least. He even is agreeable enough to allow John to lift himself up just enough to sink his teeth into his shoulder, as hard as he likes. ]

Mm, thought I'd fuck you instead. More fun for all parties involved.

[ More fun for him too, let's be real. His free hand reaches for John's hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking his head back onto the mattress, and he returns that bite with one of his own, right on John's neck. ]

Now. You gonna point me to the lube or do I have to go look for it myself?

[ It's probably not going to be far either way if he knows John at all, he doesn't even expect to have to get out of bed for it. ]

[conjobs]

[John bites hard enough to leave a mark that'll last a little while, groaning and yelping as the back of his head hits the mattress. His back arches as he eagerly grips what he can grab of James, blunt nails clawing down his torso.]

Top drawer. [He's panting hard as the ceiling starts to blur. John's a bit of a hoarder despite the neatish state of certain rooms, probably because neat freaks have been through his place, so there's an assortment of other things in there but the lube should be easy to find, rolling over on top of everything else.]

Nnnghfffmm- [He can't reach it from here but he does writhe a bit and reach as far as he can with his hand, although James is purposefully making that difficult it seems.]

[invicto]

[ James's own bite is likely going to sting and linger there for a couple of days, and that's enough to satisfy him. He lets out a hum that turns into a gasp at the nails clawing down his torso, head tilting as he watches John try and fail to reach the drawer. ]

Eager, aren't you?

[ He yanks John's head back again, then moves to reach for the drawer himself, easily finding the lube and fishing it out. Letting go of his hair at last, he instead wraps his fingers around John's ankle, pulling and guiding him to turn around on the mattress, urging him to get onto his knees, ass arched up in the air. He'll even give it a hard pat for good behavior and everything, before uncapping the lube and getting to work in stretching John with his fingers. ]

[conjobs]

Were you only teasing for fun? [Don't answer that. There's a tingling in his scalp where James has been trying to pull his hair out, but he doesn't have time to rub it or feel too sorry for himself. He's already half rolled over and on one knee, about to be on the other. Tongue flicking over his upper lip, he pulls his legs in a little closer until he's on all fours.]

Ah- [He winces and his grip tightens in the sheets as James wastes no time getting in between his legs. Dropping to one elbow, John's head drops and he gasps deeply, breathing hard before his back dips and curves and his other arm starts to bend.]

Fuck- wa- easy there, tiger. [His forehead hits the sheets and his bent arm drops down to the elbow as well, and then he can't really see James or what he's doing anymore from that angle.]

[invicto]

[ Hell yes, he was teasing for fun. But he was also teasing with a goal in mind, one that he's a little more impatient to get to now. John's so easy to get on all fours it actually takes some effort to suppress the urge to mock John for it. Or praise him for being so easy. ]

Now you want me to go easy?

[ He lets out a soft laugh, humming and wetting his lips as he coats a couple fingers with lube, then pushes them past John's tight hole with only some care and little ceremony. He's grabbing his own dick with his other hand, panting softly as he pumps himself, making sure he's completely hard and ready to take the place of his own eagerly working fingers. ]

sorry I lost this notif

[conjobs]

[Hey it's all fun and games until you're trying to shove your boner somewhere half-dry and not ready for it. John makes a noise he would never admit to making and muffles everything else against the sheets, gripping hard and trying not to yank all the sheets out as he pushes back against James's hand.]

Mmgh, fuck-- don't want you ripping me a new one s'all. [At least he can still manage full sentences. Clearly James isn't ripping into him hard enough.]

don't worry about it :>

[invicto]

[ Thankfully that's not something James is particularly into. Not because he'd care about hurting John that much, but because it just wouldn't be pleasant for either of them.

So yeah, he gets John decently prepped, pouring some lube onto his own cock and stroking himself until he's completely coated in it. That's gonna make things much easier and smoother, especially since James isn't going to bother stretching John too wide.

He feels all the less inclined to take his sweet time when John shoots those words back at him, his laugh a low, rough sound. ] Don't know why. You always liked it when I did before.

[ Without any further ado or even a warning, he then pulls his fingers out, just as quickly shifting forward and pressing the tip of his dick against John's hole, a slight push at first just to breach him, then gripping his hips tightly and keeping him in place as he thrusts in the rest of the way with a groan. ] Oh— fuck, yeah.

[conjobs]

Nobody uses me like you do. [Which is about as close to admitting that he's missed James that he would like. It's not that he hasn't gotten any since James vanished - definitely not that - but everyone's either been gentle or a courteous and respectful sort of rough, or he's been too drunk to really feel it, or there's a kind of distance to it, or some mechanical sort of going through the motions, like something nasty he picked up from the sex club who just wants to destroy him because they're working through some other issue not related to him and leave. Nobody intrudes on him while he's doing something else, forces him to drop everything he's doing because they need a mouth or an arse to fuck, expects him to thank them later for it and clean up after them. It's not always wanted, but he never says no, and he craves that sort of non-attention attention.

He's going to need some time to get used to this again, but it seems like they'll have plenty of it with James sticking around for a while.

His voice cracks as he moans and tries quickly to muffle his whimpers in the bed, gasping against the mattress, gripping and pulling on the sheets as that hard, slick cock pushes in deep and stretches him out. All at once this feels intense but familiar, and he tightens in spasms around the length of James's dick as he pulls out and pushes in before his body is really ready to get fucked. He's too lubed up and too horny to resist and he's not going to play coy as James rams him hard and forces him to breathe and loosen up so he can fuck him deeper.]

[invicto]

You say the sweetest things, John.

[ He evidently loves it, too, letting out an approving little purr while he keeps working him. Doesn't take much effort at all to get John to take him all either, no matter how tight he might be, no matter how much he might tense. With the lube, things are going much smoother, and with John pinned down to the bed, he's not in much of a position to put up a fight.

Not that he seems interested in doing that at all. He's easy and pliant as ever, practically spread out on the bed, fisting the sheets and just settling himself into that lovely, prone position that allows James to set his pace. He kneels a little more upright, so he can grip both of John's thighs, firmly keeping him in place as he starts rocking his hips against him, pounding him hard and fast, pants and grunts leaving him as he immediately goes for a hard, relentless pace, not giving a fuck about a build-up, just eager to get himself off while drawing all those lovely noises from the other man. ]

[conjobs]

[Well he doesn't go seeking James out because he's looking for a gentle, easy, borderline loving time. Not that there was any seeking out in particular in this instance. They kind of find each other when they need something fucked out of their system and neither of them seem overly keen to talk about it too much.

Or talk about anything, apparently. He urges James on with a string of groans and curses, barely intelligible, back curling with every hard thrust that has him tensing up and crying out into the sheets.]

Fuck- oh, fuck-- [You could be forgiven for thinking he was getting stabbed in his bedroom. Well, he is, just not that kind of stabbing. He ends up accidentally shoulder charging his mattress as he tries to reach in between his legs, giving his cock a rub that has him clenching hard around James's cock.]

[invicto]

[ Talking's overrated, anyway. He much prefers dealing with things like this. A rough, mind-blowing, mind-numbing fuck, screw until they can hardly say much of anything. John's perfect for it too, up for just about anything, however rough James might get, and not particularly demanding about anything aside from this.

Encouragement isn't needed, but very much appreciated, and James is only glad to provide. He moans louder when John clenches tighter around him, muttering a 'fuck' as he grabs John tighter, then slams his hips harder against him, flesh smacking loudly as his pace picks up into something rougher and more relentless. Each thrust comes with pounding force, nails digging hard into flesh as he makes sure to keep John pinned down, ass arched up, taking and taking each time he drives his cock into that tight ass, no gentleness or care or pause between each punishing slam of his hips. ]

Fuck, John, fuck yes—

[conjobs]

[Maybe it's a little shameless being on his knees and one elbow as his other hand moves to jerk himself off while he's getting thoroughly, properly fucked. A thumb swiping over his head while his curled fingers and palm stroke the shaft has him muttering curses and whimpering as his toes curl, feeling like he's being taken from both ends.

It's only when James starts ramming his sweet spot that he feels like he's starting to buckle and collapse. He cries out in protest, clenching hard, shifting his body a bit to deny himself the pleasure. The only thing worse than moaning like a bitch in heat is coming too soon.]

[invicto]

[ It's more than just a little shameless, but James hardly cares about that. John feels too good like this, and the way he offers himself to it so easily makes it all the better.

At some point he might taunt John about it, tease him mercilessly for being so easy, but right now he doesn't narrow his focus on that. He picks up on the way John tries to delay his climax but does little to help, though he doesn't actively try to get him off either. Instead he'll let John move and shift as he pleases, while still keeping his grip firm and his pace unrelenting. If John doesn't want to come yet then fine by him; James will just focus on his own pleasure instead, groaning and panting and muttering a string of 'fuck' and 'yes'es as he slams hard into John's ass, making the bed creak just slightly beneath their combined weights. ]

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[Normally he goes to the club to get properly fucked up. It's not so often that it happens in his own bed. And they're not even close to John being poked with a half dozen holes, covered in marks and bruises and cuts, but a particularly hard knock of his head against the headboard has him moaning like it's his first time, head dizzy and spinning as all the muscles in his lower body tighten in anticipation.]

I'm close- [He can barely be heard, hoarsely growling at the pillow. Turning his head, he growls and his voice cracks as he grabs and yanks on a fistful of sheets.] I'm close. [Close enough to want to jerk off, finish up even though he can't really maintain his balance on his knees and one hand in the mattress like this, a string of incoherent curses tumbling from his lips as irregular spasms clamp down hard around James's cock.] Fuck I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna-

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[ John surely remembers how hard James is willing to get, how much he's up for when it comes to sex. Maybe today there's less preparation, less planning, but whenever John's needing a rough, intense fuck, he can certainly come to James about it.

For now he's more than glad to just get them both off, hard and fast, not even slowing down when he manages to push John up high enough until he knocks his head against the headboard. He's so focused on his own pleasure anyway, he barely registers what John's saying, but when he does he shoves a hand down his front, grabbing his cock and pumping him fast, no preambles and no pussyfooting about it. The pace of his thrusts doesn't let up either, fucking John raw, all the more eager now that he knows the other man's close to his climax, and determined to get him there before he loses himself too. ]

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[John arches off the bed, gets into an uncomfortable-looking sort of curl as he's sandwiched between the headboard and James, hands shoving at James's wrist because he's jerking him off too hard and too fast and there's a brief moment, a matter of seconds where it feels like he isn't in control and it's all just too much

His grip tightens on James's wrist when he cums onto his own stomach, voice cracking as he cries out and writhes, kicking at the mattress as a white-knuckled fist yanks on the sheets while he spasms and clenches around James's cock. He must have hit his head again hard against the headboard, but he's already disoriented and the dull throbbing pain only serves to stop him from thrashing around on the bed so much.]

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[ Taking control from John is precisely what he's aiming for, and he thrills at the struggling, the pointless clawing and grabbing at him, all pointless as John eventually comes right across his stomach, dragging a soft groan from James as he keeps pumping him hard and fast.

He eventually lets go, so he can instead grip at John's thighs, hoisting both legs up and spread wide a he picks up his pace again. It's a raw, frantic pounding as he fucks John against the headboard, grunting rough and loud, not letting up, oh not now, not when he's so close, so close, right there—

He comes hard, shooting into John's tight ass, making him take him to the last inch, the last drop as he spills inside. Whether it's the bliss or the disorientation or the grip that keeps John compliant, he can't even bring himself to care, instead using the body pressed beneath him to ride out the high of his orgasm, slowing down with slower, sharper thrusts, until he buries in all the way one last time, letting out a particularly sharp groan, gripping at the headboard for some semblance of balance. ]

Fuuuck. Missed that. Fuck...

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[If there's any sign of paint chipping on the wall it's probably from too much headboard abuse like they're doing now. Everything hurts and feels too raw and sensitive and there's a dull ache in several parts of his body, parts he didn't know he could feel.

There's nowhere else really that John can move to so he can only shove at James to pull out once he's finished with what limited arm and leg movements James accords him. No doubt there will be bruises and scratches to remember tonight's escapade by even at this time tomorrow.

Panting hard, John sits up a bit and tries to wrestle his arm free. There's a bottle of whiskey on the nightstand that he'd like to down now, thanks.]

...need a drink. [God he feels a little sticky and messy too, but that can wait until he doesn't sound hoarse and broken-voiced like he's been screaming because he was getting murdered.]

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[ James doesn't really want to move, he doesn't want to pull out, at least not right away. Admittedly, John's pushing and struggling is kind of hot, and it allows him to enjoy that last bliss of his orgasm by forcing John to put up with his cock shoved in for just a few seconds longer than he can handle.

But he does get off eventually, slipping out with a groan and rolling over so he's on his back, an arm resting folded above his head. He's panting, open-mouthed and a little hoarse, wetting his lips as he tips his head and watches John fetch that bottle, soft amused huff leaving him. ]

Damn glad I've run into you.

[ Biting on his lip, he reaches out to grope John's ass, just a brief, playful squeeze followed by a light smack, then letting go. ]

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I'm easy to find. [And easy in other ways, but
what can he say? That's why people like him, right? He takes a drink straight out of the whiskey bottle before holding it out to James, if he wants some. Otherwise John can and would singlehandedly finish the whole thing.

And then he's curling up on a third of the bed because if he had to get up and shower every time he fucked he would just never leave the bathroom. It can wait until tomorrow when he's not bone tired.]

'ope you're not a snorer... [Not that John would notice. He'd easily pass out clutching onto an empty bottle and snore quietly himself.]

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[ Well yeah, John being easy in many aspects is one of the things James likes about him. Not that they're that close aside from sex and the occasional drink.

Speaking of, he takes the bottle but only helps himself to a small sip. He's no one's dad so if John wants to get drunk on the rest of it, go right ahead. For his part, he'll get some covers up the both of them for warmth, then settle in next to John, of the same opinion that a shower can wait until the morning. ]

Quiet as a mouse, [ He assures John. He may be prone to latch onto the nearest source of warmth halfway through the night, that being John right now, but at least he doesn't cling too tightly. ]