TEST DRIVE MEME #24

[penancemods]

Arrival

"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.

It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.

It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.

And so you do.

Darkness consumes you for a second.

Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody with a contract clutched in their uninjured hand that they don't remember signing.

Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples.

If they look at the list in their hand, they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment that details every sin they've committed.

As they move along the queue, they'll find a demon waiting to pass them a communication device that looks almost like a very old Blackberry type phone.

"Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line. This trip is gonna take longer, but at least you get a vacation..."

Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall until they come to a set of stairs. They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a door that's alight with white energy. Stepping through, they find themselves on an island.

There's a demon with striking animal features waiting at the start of a long path where an old castle can be seen looming over a quaint, old village. There's music on the air, celebrations clearly taking place. It's explained that while Lucifer rests and recovers, Mammon will be taking his place. Hell is, for the moment, a pleasurable experience they will heartily insist.

Unfortunately, there is a bit of a trek ahead still. The demon urges them on.


Stand Your Ground

The weather is crisp and pleasant in Mammon's domain. It seems to always be a beautiful day and a beautiful night, no matter what. Sinners should rejoice since this isn't very often the case when it comes to the actual Penance community.

While the energy in the air is as pleasant as ever, it's becoming quite obvious that there are unusual creatures roaming the area. Large dragons circle the woods surrounding the village and lately and often attempt to add to their hoard, other oddities have been slithering out. Chimeras of multiple animals wander free in any horrifying combination one can think of. Deer mixed with creatures far more predatory, bears mixed with wolves, other animals are sewn together in grotesque ways. It seems that with Mammon's attention directed towards the battle, he lost a bit of control over his... projects.

Some are aggressive, others are not. They are all, however, a very alarming show of Mammon's greed and lust for more.

Not to worry! Mammon and his servants will assure everyone that the situation is perfectly under control and that the animals are suffering very little to not at all. He just needs a piece to the puzzle to make certain that these new beasts have a productive, happy life. He will also be offering rewards to those who catch these critters unharmed and return them to the castle for safe keeping.

Rewards may take the form of extra food at the taverns, special rooms at the brothels, or a makeover at the salon and fine clothing to match.

Aside from the projects running around, guests may be delighted to see miniature dragons gallivanting around, no larger than the standard chihuahua but most the size of a palm. Some puff little bits of flame, others carry a slightly poisonous bite, but they're all absolutely adorable... and absolutely escaped the pet shop. To prevent larger animals from eating these little guys up, the shop is encouraging everyone to catch one or two or three. They may either choose to keep the little guys or hand them back to the store for safekeeping and a reward of golden Lucifer tokens for the upcoming Dark Carnival.

That's right! It's almost that time of the year again, folks! It seems like the annual affair will be held at Mammon's domain rather than Penance proper. There are promises of no clowns or human zoos this time around, so... that's a positive, right? A section of the village has been roped off and citizens are busy at work setting up decorations, booths, and a few other attractions such as rides and what appears to be a haunted house in a decrepit old building in the village. Careful! Whatever objects are being moved into the establishment do seem to carry actual spirits attached to them.

Should guests be inclined, they may offer a helping hand, but they will not be forced to do so this time.




Everybody Needs a Holiday

While it may be a little disorienting to not only go to Hell, but to be on a sudden vacation, Mammon’s domain is actually very inviting!

Upon entry, there is lively music in the streets and, worth noting, the demons in this area of Hell seem far more hedonistic than those found in Penance proper. They wear fine clothing, silks and furs, and expensive jewelry. A lot of them have adopted animal characteristics or sport various types of body modifications. They're strangely beautiful creatures overall. Although with all of Mammon's 'projects' on the loose, it does make one wonder if they've adopted these characteristics naturally or if there's something more sinister going on...

Best to not wonder about that so much.

The village itself is quaint and old-fashioned, but everyone seems to be rather pleasant. There may be darker aspects to explore for those inclined, but they are nowhere near apparent on the surface. It's sure to be uncovered later, however...

The incubi and succubi in this area seem to be particularly breathtaking and enticing, but sinners will be urged back on track, should anyone seem to be drifting. There will be time to explore later!

For now, everyone will be encouraged to go to the castle and be shown to their rooms. While they will follow the usual housing assignments to avoid further upset to the sinners' routine, the floor plans will be a bit different. Bathing will be done in communal areas with walls separating the showers and large baths that always seem to run the perfect temperature. None of the rooms will have private bathrooms or kitchens attached. All rooms will have a common area attached to lounge in, however. It will have plenty of available seating for entertaining.

No one will have private kitchens, but room service is available at all hours with anything the sinners could desire available. Maybe even things they never thought they would...

TVs, computers, and other familiar electronics will be unavailable and non-existent in Mammon's realm, but there is a library contained within the castle with fiction and non-fiction from Earth (and beyond) all available for perusing. Devices will continue to function as normal.

Mammon's garden will be available for viewing. In every establishment and all around the castle, there's a cider available freely that seems to encourage a good mood and lower inhibitions. The effects aren't overwhelming, but the more one drinks, the stronger they may become as it builds up. Each night, there will also be an option to attend dinner in a rather grand hall, which Mammon frequently attends. There's always a large spread of food and spiced wines and ales available, as well as decadent desserts and other tempting treats. There's frequently live music or succubi dancing for entertainment.

Overall, the atmosphere in Mammon's realm seems to be focused on luxury, indulgence, greed, and sloth.

[It's recommended that everyone read thoroughly through the new location information as it contains helpful hints on what there is to do while on this vacation! It has a list of shops, animals, vendors, etc. Plus a little bit of information regarding Mammon's land itself.]


Reach Up High

For those who still desire to work on their contracts and remove sins from their list despite the fact this is a vacation, there will be opportunities available! They won't even require suffering... much. Rounding up creatures, saving dragons, or helping the carnival set up are all considered good enough deeds to remove one sin from a contract. This is one sin over all, not per deed.

At least it doesn't require any painful torture... though there may be opportunity abound for that as well, if someone wants to go that route...


Under the Surface

Of course this is still Hell. There has to be something going on once in a while, right? Walk down just the right street and sinners may see delectable tortures being carried out in seedy back alley establishments. Loving cuts with knives, harsh blows with whips while your sins are repeated for all to hear. Even the torture seems to have a hedonistic approach and debauchery about it.

Are the victims truly suffering or are they being redeemed in the best of ways? Those who decide to participate may soon realize that the cider everyone has been consuming seems to add a layer of euphoria to pain and punishments. While this isn't necessarily sexual in nature, it encourages a sense of good well-being after and sinners may become addicted to pain.

The crash may not be too fun though, watch out for that.

There are also other vendors in this area that are offering drugs of all varieties, as well as questionable photos of other sinners engaging in true acts of misdeed, unlike the comic shop that seems to be more embarrassing than not. Perfect chance to get that blackmail of your enemy killing that guy...

There seems to be a new vendor in town too. The figure's table seems to be set up like a fortune teller's booth, complete with a crystal ball and the pungent smell of cheap incense. He beckons those who dare look near, urges them to take a seat in front of the booth. The figure remains in dark robes, hood drawn to obscure their face. The only visible part of them seem to be their hands. Unlike the animal-like demons of Mammon's domain, this one seems to have human hands with sharp, yellowed nails. They offer knowledge in exchange for something you will not miss in return, they assure. What is it? Well, they refuse to say. Nothing important, nothing important.

Ask anything! It can be about a specific occurrence back home, the answer to life, the universe, and everything, or something as simple as what does Lucifer truly want. Keep in mind that a price will be taken down the line and it may not be something the sinner actually wanted to lose. Ah, well...

[For knowledge based transactions, please respond here. If a character asks a question of their homeworld or something in their future, players may assume they are told a bit of information on the topic without waiting for mod approval. If a character asks something related to Hell, please wait for a response. Regardless of answer type, please respond to the thread linked here so that you can later receive a decision on what your character has given up for this knowledge. It may be a memory, a temporary loss of a sense, a year or so off their lives (when they return home), lack of resilience to sin, etc. Please be aware that signing up does mean consequences at a later date... and these may not come from Mammon or Lucifer.]


Follow Me Down

WARNINGS: sexual themes, animal-like behavior, dub/non-con potentials, implied bathroom play, mating.

It seems there's a trickster somewhere, somehow who spiked the cider. Naughty little devil! Those who are unfortunate enough to drink the tainted cider may find themselves developing animal-like traits, such as enhanced senses, animalistic urges, and a general need to be territorial or possessive. They may find the urge to keep to their pack or to branch out and find a new one. This may also result in features, such as fangs or claw-like nails that may or may not retract. Sinners will find themselves reverting back to a primal nature that they may not be able to resist.

How utterly embarrassing!

Don't worry, these effects only last a couple days at most before they will fade completely! Unfortunately, 'animal-like traits' may also extend to mating rituals. Sinners may find themselves going into heat. While knotting or other traits will not be apparent, sinners will find themselves desperate for intimate contact. This may mean a poor sinner in heat will be mated by several lovers in a row as their scent inevitably draws them in, there may also be possessive behavior displayed that results in biting and marking, and others wanting to mark their territory in ways that would make even the most seasoned succubus blush.

It may also mean those inflicted with the heat-like state, will present themselves to those they find attractive as mates or find other ways to entice them to get what they want.


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[dadyl]

[ Something slight changes in the way Gabe is holding himself against Daryl, something in the way he's breathing, maybe, but Daryl can't quite tell what it is. He's distracted, anyway, by Gabe climbing out of his clothes and once he has a good look Daryl wraps his hand around him properly. His thumb teases slightly where the head of Gabe's cock has left a wet spot on his underwear before he slips his hands inside and pushes the briefs out of the way demandingly with his wrists. ]

Wasn't gonna.

[ He's beyond stopping now, if it was ever a possibility to begin with. His own breath is coming a little ragged against Gabe's neck as he jerks him off, slowly and more than a little curiously, the fingers of his other hand stroking into the crease between thigh and body just to feel him everywhere.

Daryl watches the sight, chin tucked over the other's shoulder, until he can't resist the temptation any longer and he brings his right hand up to taste the pre-cum lingering on his fingertips - but he has to press his muscled arm across Gabe's throat to do so. He rumbles out an appreciative sound, lifts his left hand to lick his palm and returns it to Gabe's cock, leaving his other arm locked around his neck. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ It's slower than Gabe usually cares for, but there's a thrill in being made to wait too. In letting things play out, the give and take of it. He rests his head on Daryl's shoulder and lets himself ride the wave, one hand on Daryl's arm to anchor himself. He wants that these days, Gabe's come to realize. A way to keep himself centered even when his tech works perfectly. He closes his eyes and makes small sounds, jerking his hips. And he doesn't fight it when Daryl's arm presses against his throat.

Hah. That's how it's going, huh?

Gabe huffs, his laughter low and soft. But pleased, in the end. Now there's an edge, something he recognizes. Daryl hasn't cut his air off, but he could. And that's part of the game. Finding that edge. Riding it. And oh, oh, that's good - the added bit of slick to aid the glide. Even the way he can't really move, can't do anything except feel it.

He tightens his grip on Daryl's arm and just grins, his breath hitching.

Yeah. This is good. ]

[dadyl]

[ Daryl's enhanced senses leave little room for miscommunication about whether Gabe is enjoying it, and that helps a lot. The sounds and smells are driving him wild, the little gasps and the scent of arousal and the first pricks of sweat are winding Daryl up until he has to have more. Rubbing himself against the small of the guy's back from behind is just driving him crazier.

In his past relationship, oral was something he could handle because it meant pleasing her without having to think about the favor being returned - without having to think about his own body being in play. He wants to devour Gabe now, but the different anatomy is making him hesitate. The human part of Daryl doesn't want to embarrass himself.

So he just listens to his other instincts and uses his grip on Gabe to press him, rather suddenly, face down into the ground. ]

Don't move.

[ He lets go of him to sit up, but only so he can wrestle Gabe's pants the rest of the way off his ankles and immediately drag him onto his bare knees to spread his legs. The scent of him is so intimate that Daryl grunts out an approving sound, barely giving him a second or two to reorient before he's spreading his cheeks apart with his hands and running his tongue and whiskered chin roughly over his hole. Nothing about Daryl's technique is refined, but there's also no hint of timidity. He's claiming what he wants. ]

[minuteofangle]

Fuck!

[ Gabe hisses at the sudden shift but doesn't fight it, breathing in the scent of dirt and green things. Steadying himself with the details of the now, the feel of cool earth against his nails and Daryl's hands on him. And then -

Oh. ]

Fuck.

[ It's been a long time since anyone's done this for him. Long enough that the sensation's novel, the hurt coiling tight in his belly. Gabe groans, nails scrabbling in the dirt. And he lets himself feel, his head bowed and his back arched. ]

[dadyl]

[ If Daryl didn’t have other heightened senses to rely on at the moment, all of which were telling him to keep doing what he’s doing, he might have stopped and sought reassurance when Gabe swore. Instead, when the other arches his back, Daryl reaches forward to shove his shoulders down further to pronounce the angle and give him better access.

And no part of what’s happening is a tease. Daryl has a broad tongue and he works at him in long, flat strokes, relentless, letting his wet chin scrape down as far as the soft patch just behind Gabe’s balls before returning to his target. It’s a long time before he tries to push his tongue inside and when he does, he sucks roughly at the ring until he can feel it flex in response.

He’s already wondering what it will feel like to slide a finger inside him but what he has access to, the responses he’s pulling out of Gabe, are enough for the moment. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ Oh, fuck. Fuck. Gabe groans, digging his nails into the ground. Listening to dirt scraping and his own ragged breathing, the wet noises as Daryl licks into him and then, when he decides it's time, sucks. It's deliberate, all of it. No hesitation at all.

Goddamn it all. There's nothing hotter than a man who commits. Gabe falls to soft curses, swinging between English and Spanish and a bit of Bengali - not like his fluent or anything, but you pick up things running in the crowds he runs in, cursing especially - and doesn't bother trying to slow down his breathing or control himself, play it off like he's not trembling.

It feels good. And things have been rough lately, the sort of nonsense his head's gotten twisted up on. And now he has this and it's simple. There's a relief in that. To let himself go, and feel. Between the friction he can get rubbing himself against the ground - that roughness, that bit of bite - and the goddamn revelation of what Daryl's doing with his mouth, yeah.

This is good. And Gabe laughs a little just for the joy of it, his head bowed. ]

[dadyl]

[ These are the responses that Daryl was mining for and the more he's treated to them, the more he demands them with focused attention. He's a fast learner in general and he reads people well, but Gabe is hardly leaving any room for misunderstanding anymore.

Until he laughs, that is.

Daryl hears it, ears practically perking up at the change in Gabe's pitch, and he drags his tongue in a long, lewd stripe up through him before pulling back and sinking his teeth into one cheek - hard. It's unclear if it's praise or punishment, even Daryl can't decide, but that laugh had twisted into his belly in a way he can't handle and he wants Gabe to know it. He still doesn't draw blood, but it's an extremely close call.

There's going to be a bad bruise. ]

What was that for?

[minuteofangle]

[ Sometimes, in the calmer moments, Gabe thinks there’s something wrong with him in the way he responds when things get rough. How sometimes - most of the time - sex feels better or maybe just easier when it’s a fight. Something that leaves bruises, something that draws blood - a moment he can win, or at the very least avoid losing.

He jerks at the sharpness but doesn’t hiss or pull away. That’ll leave a mark, he thinks, and the knowledge coils deep in his chest.

Good.

Gabe bares his teeth at nothing, his head bowed. He’s so hard it hurts. And now it’s got an edge he knows, that he’s always known. ]

You feel fucking amazing.

[ His voice is low, rough. Satisfaction running through. ]

C’mon. I won’t break.

[dadyl]

[ Daryl puffs up at the praise but just as quickly scowls when he's pointedly egged on, an obvious tell that he's thinking or that he's unsure of himself. He's a giver even if he isn't necessarily eager to please, so before he can second-guess himself, he gives in to the urge to spank him.

Once, hard, in exactly the spot he'd just bitten him. ]

I know you won't.

[ It's not that he's afraid of that - he'd seen this guy survive a severed hand, even if he had to be carried after - it's just that all this is new to him. Daryl can be violent, but he isn't cruel.

What he is, however, is curious and so hard his jeans are chaffing him, and the view he has of Gabe is driving him insane. He uses the lull to quickly pull his shirt over his head, anticipating how messy it could get and for once not worried about his scars, and then he holds Gabe open to spit directly on his entrance. Daryl's never used lube in his life and the lack of it now doesn't stop him pressing his thumb all the way into Gabe without warning. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ Gabe’s breath catches, a moan cut off at the blow. It smarts, it echoes through him. Kicks his adrenaline up, turns the moment yet again. Keeps him fully in his body so there’s no dulling it. No avoiding the sensation.

Then Daryl presses into him, raw and sudden, and Gabe makes a strangled noise. The breath punched out of him. He shivers, his nails scraping through the dirt, and takes a shuddering breath to center himself. ]

Fuck!

[ That hurt. He bares his teeth and grins, fighting the urge to laugh again. Sometimes it just bursts out of him. Here, he just breathes. Centering himself.]

[dadyl]

[ Daryl isn't really aware of the concept of a man, or anyone, needing to be stretched to prepare them for more. He's fingering Gabe because he's curious about the tightness, about whether Gabe will like it, and both questions are answered for him immediately.

Fuck, it's tight.

And yeah, he's into it. ]

That's the plan.

[ He pulls his thumb out and presses into him again, revelling at the fit with an impressed groan, reaching down to palm himself through his own jeans just to get a hint of relief from the pressure. ]

That-- uhg-- still want you want?

[minuteofangle]

[ Yeah, he's going to feel this later. Gabe fights down the laughter again, that manic energy that sometimes threatens to bubble up and overtake him. Sometimes he just gets the urge to go sharp. To make it a fight, something that he can win. And there's a part of him that knows it isn't right, or at the very least isn't normal. He thinks something got twisted up inside of him a long time ago, like a wound that healed crooked. He thinks this is just how he is now, unless he works to keep it wrapped up. And he thinks Hell is making it worse.

He bares his teeth at nothing. At everything. ]

Do it.

[ Recklessness is one of his sins, printed bold on that damn list of his. What's a little pain, on balance? What does it really matter? He'd rather empty his mind. Go boneless and still. He rocks back against Daryl, digging his nails into the ground, and fights down that laughter again. That sharper edge. ]

[dadyl]

[ Despite that eager little rock onto his hand, it sounds more like Gabe is asking to get something over with than he is enthusiastic about it, and the human part of Daryl hesitates at that. He takes care of people, that's what he does, and even with the wolf taking him over he can't shake that habit.

So he learns, on the spot, how to tease. ]

Ask nicely.

[ He pulls his hand away and lets Gabe's hole flex on the open air, and when he leans in to give him another long drag of his tongue, he tries something else new and blows cool air over the spit he's left there. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ Gabe makes a strangled sound, hissing in frustration. He doesn't want to think. To go slow. And he's ready to curse Daryl out for stopping when the mean leans in again and oh.

Fuck.

He bows his head, taking a ragged breath. He doesn't beg. And yet.

And fucking yet. ]

Please.

[ It comes out rough. ]

[dadyl]

[ That's all Daryl needs and he slaps him again, immediately, on the opposite cheek as a form of praise. He's a fast learner and he has a good memory. ]

Good.

[ Then there's the distinct clinking sound of a belt buckle being undone. He only takes his jeans down to his thighs and his knees certainly aren't going to thank him for any of this, but everything feels urgent. Dire, like there's no time to waste now.

What he slides through the slick mess he's left of Gabe's entrance is big even for a guy Daryl's size and he's so hard that the first touch of something warm and wet against his cock makes him throb in his own grip. He drags the length of himself over Gabe a few times, spits down liberally again, and tests his hole with a rough push.

There's too much resistance, so Daryl grabs him by both hips and tries again, pushing him down into the leaf litter. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ And just like that, the blow jolts Gabe back away from that uneasy edge. It deadens the thoughts twisting through his mind, pulls him away into the realm of the physical. Gabe bites off a moan, digging his nails into the ground. He knows how to go out of his body, to focus himself entirely on the mental and dedicate himself to the task at hand. More than once, he's set up a shot and waited days to take it.

The body is nothing. It can be forgotten as needed.

Funny thing is, he's always had trouble swinging that around. Quieting his mind without a rifle in hand. But roughness, finding that bit of adrenaline, that's always settled him. Made him go quiet inside. He thinks he needs that, sometimes. Otherwise his skin starts feeling too fucking tight.

He hears the distinctive click of a belt buckle, feels Daryl pressed against him. Rubbing up like a promise, handling him. And then -

Oh.

Gabe jerks, breathing in the earthy smell of the ground, feeling it give beneath his nails. It hurts, gives a rawness to that edge he's been chasing, and he makes a low sound. Shivering again. He can feel it everywhere and that's real. That's real, that's his, no one can take it from him. He braces his hands against the dirt and takes a ragged breath.

One. Then another. ]

Yeah. Haaa - yeah.

[dadyl]

[ Daryl doesn't swear as the head of his cock stretches Gabe into acceptance only because he's already biting down on his lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. He's holding his breath, unaware of anything but the heat and the pressure and the sounds Gabe is choking out as he's breached. He spits again, drawing back and thrusting harder and this time he makes it in.

Just an inch, just enough that the tip is swallowed almost hungrily inside him, but it's enough to make Daryl go still. Rigid.

It's so much more than he was expecting. Daryl lets out a long breath and gasps a new one in, hands trembling just slightly on Gabe's hips so he strokes them down his thighs and back up again to the small of his back, stalling while he gets used to being inside of him.

Then he rocks his own hips forward, unrefined and rough, and pulls Gabe back into him at the same time. ]

O-oh... fuck.

[minuteofangle]

[ It’s the small things that get him now that it’s kicked off. The feel of Daryl’s calluses catching against the old shrapnel scars on his thigh. How they’re both breathing ragged now The smell of dirt and leaves; good, clean earth pressed under his nails.

There’s a pause then, as if tailor made to drive him insane, and Gabe bites off a moan. It aches everything but there’s heat cooling tight in his belly and it’s good, the sort of intensity he can ride. That kills all thoughts except for right here, and right. He shivers at the touch - the lightness of it, gentler the he was expecting - and then cries out at the sudden shift, the noise punched out of him. ]

Fuck!

[ Gabe shivers all over, dragging his nails through the earth. Listening to the sound it makes, slow and earthy; a contrast to what they’re doing. It feels appropriate, somehow.

His breath hitches. He wonders if Daryl will make him scream. ]

[dadyl]

[ He can feel Gabe shiver around his cock and Daryl growls low in his throat in response, those choked-back moans frustrating him because he wants to hear him, to hear those overwhelmed sounds in their entirety, so he pushes into him and draws back with more purpose to see if he can coax them out.

Swearing is one thing but wants to hear it all.

However, once he starts moving in earnest, rocking into Gabe until inch after inch is buried in him, he doesn't let up. Not to catch his breath, not to pace himself. His grunts are coming out loud in their little den and when he leans back to spread Gabe open and see himself disappear to the root, he finally drops forward, pressing his weight into the other's smaller body. He groans against his ear, one hand bracing himself in the leaves next to Gabe's head as he snaps his hips into him that much harder. ]

God d-damn it... you feel good...

[ Remembering how to speak right now is profoundly difficult, words have left him in favor of all his other senses taking over, but he wanted to tell him at least once before he loses it completely. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ Oh, fuck. It's always a trick finding out how to move with someone the first time. Sparring, sex, whatever; there's always that moment of uncertainty before things either click or they don't. And just like before, Daryl commits when he means to.

Gabe cries out when the angle changes, jerking and unable to hold the noise back. The rhythm doesn't let up and for a moment there's nothing he can do except take it. Been a hot second since somebody fucked him into the ground. He can feel Daryl's breath tickling against his ear, the other man's weight pressed against him. Holding him down.

Hah. Good.

He bumps his head against Daryl's arm in some vaguely fond gesture, the closest thing he can get to a coherent thought, and rocks back against him. Matching the rhythm as much as he can, pinned like this. And then the angle shifts slightly and oh.

Oh.

The sound he makes falls closer to a yelp but goddamn, goddamn that's good. He bows his head and lets himself slip into something closer to mindless. That place where nothing but the physical exists. ]

[dadyl]

[ That little coyote yelp makes Daryl throb inside him and he brings a knee forward on the ground to drive into him harder, all thoughts except making this last and forcing Gabe to make that sound again fleeing from his head. He's broken into a sweat and he tosses his hair out of his eyes, groaning at the slick back-and-forth drag of his chest against Gabe's back, but it's nothing compared to being buried in him.

Daryl rolls his hips all the way forward and ruts him into the ground, though when he feels that little nudge against his arm, he slides it under Gabe's forehead to cushion him under Daryl's own brutal pace, nearly cradling him against the ground as he fucks him.

It might be fast and rough in a way that plenty of others can't sustain, but Daryl has a lifetime of stamina on his side that's been augmented by whatever dose he got slipped. It seems like he can't stop, even when he realizes what he wants - to see Gabe's face as he cracks and makes those desperate noises - so he grabs him by the back of the neck to turn his head against the ground and hold him there like that, by the throat, perhaps a little too tightly. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ The pace is punishing, a staccato rhythm that never falters or slows. On and on it goes, Daryl fucking him into the ground while Gabe jerks and shudders under him. Unable to move, to get away, to do anything but take it. He makes small noises, unable to hold them back, and unable to catch his breath.

Then there’s a hand on his throat, pressing his cheek into the ground, and Gabe jerks again. He cries out and feels those same calluses against his throat, constricting his air. It hurts and it rides that edge up, up, up, and he can’t do a damn thing but take it.

The world spins around him. Nothing exists but this moment and that warm curl of pleasure building higher and higher. It takes him by surprise when he comes, a sudden drop as he yowls and tenses up.

Oh. Fuck. ]

[dadyl]

[ Daryl only realizes what's about to happen because he can smell the abrupt change in Gabe's body - then he can smell him shoot across the ground under them just as much as he can feel Gabe's body clench around his dick. It's the most intense thing he's ever felt, so overwhelming that he finally slows down just to better feel Gabe shuddering around him and under him.

Holy shit. He didn't know that could happen. He hadn't even touched him there yet. ]

G-god damn...

[ The thrill of having made him come like that, so unexpectedly, is what carries Daryl over. Less than a minute later his thrusts are coming erratically and his forehead has dropped to the back of Gabe's head, Daryl's own sweat rubbing into his short hair, and when he topples over the edge inside him, Daryl bites. He sinks his teeth into the juncture of Gabe's neck and shoulder, fangs punching through his skin like tissue paper as Daryl rides his own orgasm out inside him without asking.

He's never done that before, either - come inside someone - and for a long time he can't stop thrusting into the mess he's made of him, even spent as they both are. He finally loosens his jaws slowly and laps at the blood with his flat tongue, trying and failing to catch his breath. ]

[minuteofangle]

[ Fucking hell. Gabe slumps down, gasping through the aftermath as Daryl keeps on fucking him. Everything raw and immediate, dredging up feeling through the whole of him. This time - this time - nothing exists but the body. It drags him over the edge, raw and sore, and his mind goes still.

There is nothing but the moment, nothing but this man and what they’re doing.

The bite hits him sideways and Gabe hisses at the sudden flash of pain. It cuts through the ache. Hits differently just as Daryl goes still and Gabe jerks again at the sensation. And then the fucker just keeps going.

Hah. Goddamn.

Gabe goes boneless under him, shivering through the after echoes. ]

I’m, hah, gonna be pissed if that scars.

[ Fucker bit him. Felt like it went deep. But his tone is more worn out than truly angry and Gabe just breathes out slow, coming back to himself in stages. ]

[dadyl]

[ When he finally pulls out he does so carefully, immediately lifting himself off of Gabe's body a little to keep from crushing him as his muscles scream for a break and his head spins. He sits down on one hip beside him with an elbow propping him up, still as close as he can get, and strokes a hand down Gabe's back from bite to ass to squeeze him there possessively. ]

Sorry.

[ He can't tell if he's really being chastised but it doesn't matter to Daryl. He's nuzzling at Gabe's neck beside the bite, either way, apparently still craving the closeness. He even feels the urge to clean him, though instead of licking him he just presses a few lapping, tongue-and-teeth kisses to the side of Gabe's throat and down his shoulder. ]

Didn't mean to.