TEST DRIVE MEME #27

[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 and nothingness consumes you for a second, but only 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.

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. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.

The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"

Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please continue on until you reach Death's office. He'll have your contracts ready for you."

There's a slightly wicked twist to her lips. "Please do feel free to ask him about any of those sins listed..."

And so on, sinners travel until they finally arrived at another office where Death sits waiting. Here is where you'll receive a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written on with their blood. That explains the wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. Death will also provide slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android.

Seems as though Hell has moved on up from the very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters have their device and their contracts, they're ushered further down the hall. It seems to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon the lobby of Penance hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.

The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.


Stand Your Ground

While the Mares have gone, as per Death's bargain with God, and reconstructing Penance is coming along fairly well, the air is carrying with it a cold crispness that sends a chill down one's spine. Lucifer is still nowhere to be found, and if pressured, staff will say he's having talks with the other Lords of Hell, as well as God himself. Things need to be worked out, no matter how difficult it is for Lucifer to accept and swallow his pride. He won't be around to offer warmth to the Penance community and it may, in fact, be mirroring his current mood.

Or it may be the creeping sense of doom that's following so many around now that The Veiled Order has been able to nearly complete their next spell. Local demons will plainly say that God won't help them against this threat, that he doesn't care if Hell is destroyed, and others will be very hush about the situation entirely. No need to scare the local sinners, new or old!

Instead just enjoy the reopening businesses around the local area! Nothing is off-limits. Hellburbia seems to have suffered some extensive damage recently, but not to worry! There's talk of building back better than ever.

Other than that, Helluva Cup has a new spiced drink... and spiced everything. That's right! Pumpkin spice has apparently come early this year... and it may be a bit overpowering and in everything in the coffee shop, regardless of what you order. Even Bean, the 'friendly' hell rat the owner keeps in the shop seems to be feasting on pumpkin flavored meat. That's probably okay. Right?

Penance Library is offering a special reading of Leviathan-specific reads. The local goblins will be doing readings every afternoon for all who care to listen or to stick around and discuss it. These will all be fictional in nature, not historic texts.

Strangely enough, there seems to be a sort of curfew happening. While everyone will not be expected to be in the hotel necessarily, they must take shelter in the newly opened Club Penance, Casino Styx, Hella Shorty's, or other establishments. They must either stay the night in these establishments or be escorted to the hotel by demonic guards. These guards will be doing rounds around the Penance community to ensure no one is out alone. Do not fight them or they may surprise you with how strong they can be.

Additionally, anyone caught defying curfew knowingly or fighting back will be locked in their rooms for up to three days as a potential danger to the community as a whole. There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there and the demons are absolutely trying to keep everyone as safe as they can!

Otherwise, it's business as usual around Penance, so go on an exploration! Bundle up against the cold! Have fun!


Reach Up High

WARNINGS: cutting, blood, torture

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord unfortunately expects some participation despite the current state of things. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed The Torture Room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Unfortunately, due to Father coming back into the picture, I know that He will demand punishment be delivered despite our circumstances. I have chosen a rather easy one, focused on honesty and acceptance of your sins. Please pick up a knife and choose a sin from each of your lists to carve upon your skin. Aid each other in your journey, carve the words to help your fellow penitent be candid with everyone around them!"

The voice rings out within the sinners' heads as it always does, although Lucifer seems agitated at the moment, hesitant in some way that he usually isn't.

"I do apologize for this. If it was up to me, you would have been free of additional torment this month. However, there will be additional incentive for anyone who should try to resist the task I've appointed them."

It isn't a lie nor an idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I: Reopening

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, aphrodisiacs, body changes, potential kinks, violence, potential non-con or dub-con.

Club Penance is finally back! And with themed nights to start off all the fun. This night's theme is: Anything But Clothes. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are entirely without clothes (and any ounce of shame!). They're eager to get right back to business. They're very encouraging of others to do the same whether it be immediately or in sexy strip shows.

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 in the club, 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 undress may also find their clothes randomly disappearing, or being torn off by some eager patron or demon who is 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.

For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright nakedness, 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?


Prompt II: Your Average Hotel Night

WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con

With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.

Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.

There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.


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[neutronblast]

[yeah. agreed. of course it isn't. he hates himself and he hates how agreeable he's been with this man here, when before he wouldn't have afforded him the time of day.

he doesn't appreciate being referred to as a teenager, even if it's technically true. so he just grunts his displeasure but otherwise lets the comment slide. he's flying high and in way too good a mood to complain too much. he downs half of a glass and then just pours the rest over his own head to ease the sweat.]

Figure of speech. I'm sure they're keeping 'em cool.

[he ignores the comments on his age, but he will hone in on the rest. still with that cheeky grin.]

In other ways? Whatever do you mean, Master Pegasus?

[oh boy. here they go.]

[millenniumeyed]

[His own good mood is holding, despite his embarrassment, so he just snorts at being addressed as Master Pegasus. Cute. The accompanying question, less so, but he can tell what Seto is trying to do and it's cute.]

Well, mmm... [He runs a palm along his nape, the colour on his cheeks flaring.] You do not need me to get into the specifics, but there's bathrooms in those back rooms, I assume. Maybe if you just...

[He makes some completely uninformative hand motions, trying and failing to find a family friendly motion for masturbation. God, does he try, but it can't be done. It just can't be done.]

Maybe it'll go away, and we can have a nice bath.

[He's in too good a mood to consider the possibility this will fail horribly.]

[neutronblast]

[nice try. he doesn't budge, physically or otherwise, except to take one step closer. bumping pegasus towards those nice cool baths.]

Maybe you should elaborate. I'm having trouble following your train of thought.

[no he isn't. too bad he's decided he wants to play with his food tonight.]

[millenniumeyed]

[He takes one stumbling step backward and huffs, reaching to pull Kaiba with him. He doesn't want to give up the proximity. Which will make getting Seto into the bathroom difficult, but he'll deal with that hurdle when he comes to it.]

You know exactly what I mean, Kaiba. You're just trying to get me to say it to embarrass me.

[He's already embarrassed! This much embarrassment should be satisfactory!!]

I'm sure you'd prefer company right now- so would I, actually, but I have vested interest in maintaining this current, tolerable level of hostility.

[Seto doesn't want to kill him; he's even willing to let Pegasus paint for him, and he has just enough cognisance and self-control to want to keep it that way.]

[neutronblast]

[seto takes another step. one more and he'd have pegasus' back to the wall, where he could do whatever pleased. so he thinks, anyway, but pegasus' complaints get him to pause. he might have way too much in his system right now, but he can still hear him. he can still process what he's saying, if only just barely.]

But I don't want that.

[he knows exactly what he means, just as he knows exactly what he wants. his hands drift to pegasus' wrists, claiming them in a loose hold. even though he'd never see himself that way, conditioned to believe otherwise, there were some who thought him a beautiful man. he uses that to his advantage here, all but gluing their bodies together.]

It's not enough. I know what I'm doing. I'll accept that responsibility.

[he can't draw any closer, so he winds up nearly begging against pegasus' mouth:]

I'll accept the consequences. So don't ignore me, got it?

[millenniumeyed]

[As Seto settles against him, his self-control feels like a thread being pulled taut.]

You don't know. I barely know. This is completely... it's...

[He fears Kaiba will revoke responsibility the moment he's aware enough to realise what has happened, but his good sense is rapidly falling to the wayside and his fingers involuntarily curl at Seto's bicep and shoulder, nails biting in, trying to keep Seto in place just as surely as Seto is trying to keep him in place. Seto is all narrow and muscular and yes, he is beautiful. Pegasus has tried not to think about it, frankly. He tries not to think about anyone that way, because of Cyndia, because it would be a betrayal to recognise attraction to other people, but she's gone; he's finally accepted that, and Seto is right here, warm and wanting. Because of the drugs, he tries to remind himself, but he's also drugged, and he's drunk, and he's being throttled by arousal, and he's always been terrible at denying himself, so he leans forward to secure their mouths together anyway.

It's been years since he's kissed someone, which is pretty obvious. It's sloppy, and there's too much teeth, and he bites, because he wants to see Seto's lips red, so it's probably not the best kiss Seto has ever had, but he's at least enthusiastic.]

[neutronblast]

[later, he'd be annoyed. but more at himself than pegasus and nothing like upset, because he made his choice. there was no use blaming anyone, not when pegasus offered him an opportunity to do something else, to do anything else. but he wants what he wants and in most cases, he gets what he's after -- with one glaring exception.

though that exception was far from his mind at the moment. at the moment, he's forced to focus on pegasus closing what little gap was left and claiming his mouth. he's a little annoyed at that too, though only because he was going to strike first. so much for that. he doesn't refuse him, opening said mouth to welcome the intrusion.

it's sloppy. and toothy. no denying that. he doesn't seem to care, just huffing when he's bitten and pulling back.]

Nasty bastard.

[yet that says a lot about him that he allows it. licking his lips -- now red, just as desired -- he gives pegasus another nudge towards the private tubs.]

Go on. Unless you want to embarrass yourself out here.

[millenniumeyed]

[It's Pegasus: of course he struck first. He always strikes first, with Seto.

He keeps a tight hold of Seto when he draws back, needy now - he fell into that far too fast, and he should be embarrassed about it, but the kiss has swept away his capacity for that for the moment, along with his misgivings. They're still there, of course, tickling at the back of his mind; he's too young, he'll hate this, he'll be angry, but they aren't loud enough for him to act on them, and whatever he drank is throbbing through him like nothing else. His own lips hurt, like Seto bit back. But he's fairly certain Seto didn't.

At the nudge, he glances first across the bar, seeing that they're attracted some attention, and then into the back room, and he starts toward it, maintaining his grip on Seto. While he's given in, he's not about to relinquish control to Seto. He'll guide this. It's all rather new to him, but he'll figure it out.]

Kaiba. [The moment the door is shut behind them, he turns to press Seto up against it.] Once we're done here, this never happened.

[The best damage control he can come up with right now is just... pretending it never happened at all.]

[neutronblast]

[welcome to the club, pegasus. he's been needy from the start. needy for hours, until one dumb horse ambled into his sights.

once again, kaiba doesn't react as he should, as he might want to. instead, he just stares back at pegasus, eyes the slightest bit glazed over. he's not three sheets to the wind, not by a long shot. consent was dubious but it wasn't absent. so maybe he'll fret about robbing the cradle, but pegasus didn't have to concern himself with that sort of anguish.

just a boatload of regret. fitting for someone who had sequestered himself on an island in the middle of nowhere.]

It's Seto.

[he extends the concession as his back hits the door, a little softer than he intends.]

You can call me Seto. Just for now.

[kaiba was too terse, too formal. especially for what they were about to do.]

[millenniumeyed]

[Terse and formal is what he'd though Seto would want. This is a means to an end for Kaiba; he wants to be satiated and Pegasus is available, and you don't need to be on a first name basis for that. He's not unhappy to be extended the concession, it's just. Surprising.]

Seto, then. Just for now.

[Just for tonight, then they'll forget all of this.

He glances down between them, considering his next move. And he flounders for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed, but it does eventually occur to him that he hasn't yet had a good feel of the skin Seto is presenting. There's a lot appealing in Seto's build, so he draws back just enough to fold his hands below Seto's clavicle and drags them down, feeling out the curve of his pecs and the dips of his ribs and the crevices of his abdominal. He presses down in some places and digs his nails into others, searching for sensitivities, and his own skin prickles when he presses in too hard, but it's not a deterrent: focused as he is, he barely notices.

There's an odd, thin quality to Seto's skin. Not literally so, but it's less like touching skin and more like he's passing his fingers over raw nerves and entwining them with his own in the process. This isn't a deterrent either. Just like everything else, it's pleasant. It's good.]

[neutronblast]

[seto would always prefer terse and formal to the alternative. but for now, he prefers to be close.

it's obvious enough that pegasus doesn't have a clue what to do or where to even start here. ironically, though, it works in his favor. it's almost endearing to watch him work his way through it, to explore through touch. and severed eye aside, he's not ugly, not by any means. his hands are soft, provoking slight shudders as they soothe along.]

Are you nervous?

[that went without saying. and it wouldn't be wrong to assume the gentle hold on his wrist was meant to reassure.]

I thought you'd like this sort of thing. Seems right up your sappy alley.

[millenniumeyed]

I don't get nervous.

[Sorry: reflexive arrogance. He does get nervous. He's maybe, perhaps a little nervous about this, even, because it's not something he's navigated before, and he doesn't have the Eye to help him along, but he is confident he'll be able to figure it out. How hard can it be?

He glances down at the gentle hold on his wrist. He does like that, and he's happy to indulge in whatever sappiness Seto extends him, for what little time Seto is willing to extend such things.]

And what's up your alley?

[Some idea of what Seto wants out of this seems like a good way forward. He continues idly touching Seto while waiting on an answer, dragging his thumbs over the jut of Seto's hips and reaching behind him to spread his hands over the small of Seto's back.]

[neutronblast]

[well. wasn't that a loaded question.

and he's tempted to call said arrogance out but decides against it. they've got all this time together and he'd rather not spend it on pointless arguments. he's definitely a little nervous about this and it's almost adorable he'd try to deny it, even reflexively. who knew pegasus j. crawford could be anything like cute?

though he could also feel a certain touché coming on -- and who knew you could be so charming, seto?]

Older men.

[not even a lie. the drugs just make him more pliant about it, just as he's pliant beneath those fingertips.]

Riding them for broke, to be more precise. Especially the obnoxious ones.

[now where could he find anyone fitting that suspiciously specific criteria...]

[millenniumeyed]

[And that was a loaded answer. Seto has achieved the impossible with it: Pegasus has finally shut up. Just for a moment, but what a reprieve it must be. He stares at Seto for several long seconds, then drops his gaze to the sparse gap between them, swallowing while heat prickles behind his eyes.]

I see. What a... curious proclivity, Seto.

[He really would not mind that at all. He really would not mind Seto sinking down onto him and riding away, riding until he's too exhausted to anymore. He would not mind pulling Seto close and while he shudders and pants and comes apart. Except, they've had a potion that seems to connect their ability to feel things, and as he's currently getting hard at the thought of fucking Seto, his cock a hot presence against Seto's thigh, it's fairly obvious why he might have some misgivings about wedging that into such a tight channel.]

To be frank: that seems like it would be uncomfortable, and then I'd be uncomfortable, and a man can only cope with so much regret. [They're already going to be regretting this later down the line. Having it be a terrible experience on top of that would be the worst.

Okay, definitely nervous. He wants this to go well.]

[neutronblast]

[endearing indeed. once again, it works to pegasus' advantage; he may not be able to forget, but he's more than able to forgive in the face of all that earnest vulnerability.]

But you're already thinking about it, aren't you?

[he doesn't need a millennium item to see that pegasus was more than just thinking about it. he wanted it. and he suspects while the wine may have encouraged it, he would've wanted it regardless. what a dirty pervert, he thinks. he enjoys fucking older men because he enjoys taking them down a few pegs. pegasus would prove no different.

he slides a hand between pegasus' legs, stroking his fingers there and sighing at the mutual sensation.]

Don't worry so much. It's not like I mind. And neither do you, apparently.

[apparently. he'll just continue to grope him, to fluster him even more.]

[millenniumeyed]

[Of course he's thinking about it. Hard not to think about someone telling you they'd like to ride you, and even harder when they're as attractive as one Seto Kaiba.]

You brought it up.

[His eye tracks Seto's hand as it slips between his legs, his long fingers gliding over the growing evidence of Pegasus' arousal, and the contact prompts him to gasp and curl his hands and press into Seto's palm. It's been a long time since he's been intimate with someone. He's far too reactive. Going to have to try to exert some control over that.

He swallows, licks and lips, and speaks with as much composure as he can:]

It's minding partway into it that's the concern. [It's not like they have anything to ease the way here. Just water, which can't possibly be enough, and he's pretty sure Seto likes being able to walk.

He moves to snatch up Seto's hand, aiming to turn Seto and pin his chest to the door. That'll make this easier to navigate.] Well, why don't I try a few other things first and we'll see if you still have the stamina to continue once I'm done?

[After the dancing, he definitely has less stamina in reserve than Seto, and the associated pleasure of whatever he does to Seto will further chip at that, but it won't linger in him in the way it will Seto. He'll manage.]

[neutronblast]

[sternly:]

I don't do anything halfway.

[products or people, it doesn't matter. once seto kaiba commits, he's in it to win it. pegasus doesn't merit any sort of special exception.

seto was strong enough to resist, even weighed down by aphro and arousal, but he elects not to do so. he notes that pegasus was almost oddly aggressive in spite of his anxiety, though maybe it's not too surprising. pegasus was a powerful personality. obnoxious, to be sure, but it's not like he was one to surrender either. he's one nasty, nasty bastard.

but he can appreciate that. he can appreciate a lot about pegasus, apparently.]

And you can try.

[he hoods his eyes as they flicker over his shoulder, bracing against the door and spreading his legs to better accommodate him.]

As long as it's with you, it doesn't matter. So give me everything you've got.

[millenniumeyed]

[A powerful personality, obnoxious, and something of a control freak. That extends to intimacy, and really, all things Seto Kaiba, because their relationship has changed in many ways, but the foundations of it haven't been shaken off entirely. Nasty indeed. But it seems like it's palatable, under these circumstances.

He smiles at the encouragement, and it goes a long way to easing his nerves. Not entirely, but enough that his hands don't fumble or shake when he reaches past Seto's hips to undo the front of his trousers and push them down around his thighs. Maybe he can't fuck Seto, but he's steadily coming up with a pleasant alternative, and it won't be as intense, as pleasant, but with whatever is connecting them enhancing it, it shouldn't be be too far off.]

I always do.

[He leans his face against Seto's nape, lightly tracing his teeth over the the first rise of his spine. His face is still terribly hot, but at least Seto can't see it anymore.]

[neutronblast]

[he's not embarrassed by it. he wouldn't have been even without the influence of anything at all. he's ashamed of many things about himself, but his body wasn't one of them. if anything, he's pleased at the chance to show off. he looks good and he knows it, especially the rear view. especially those long, long legs, which he proudly puts on full display.]

You're really warm.

[it's not a complaint, just an observation. it was better than being cold. being alone.]

I'm guessing you haven't done this much. You're acting like some doe-eyed virgin.

[if he can reach behind himself, he'll try to graze fingers over pegasus' thigh. call it positive reinforcement.]

[millenniumeyed]

[Much? He hasn't done this at all. Seto might recall that he was both engaged and delusional prior to arriving here, and you don't go sleeping around when you're certain you're going to be reunited with your dead fiancee.

He tenses, clears his throat. If he's coming across as inexperienced, is he doing poorly...? No, no, it can't be that. Seto seems eager. He wouldn't be eager if what Pegasus was doing wasn't enjoyable.]

I'm not doe-eyed. [Just going to bypass the virgin remark. He's not entirely unfamiliar with this. It's a bit much to expect teenagers not to experiment. Seto's body is quite different to what he is used to, though; not as soft, slender, and small. It's appealing, but new.

He aligns his chest with Seto's back, hunching over him, and with Seto's (ridiculously tight) trousers and underwear out of the way, he's able to close his fingers around Seto's arousal and give it a stroke. It shoots through Pegasus as well, but he maintains a steady grip and leans his chin on Seto's shoulder.]

[neutronblast]

[doe-eyed or otherwise, seto responds almost immediately to the hand around his hard-on. he's painfully sensitive right now, ill-inclined towards restraint. so he lets go of it, rocking his hips into his hold, bidding for more of the attention. the powerful muscles of his back ripple as he bucks, claws digging into the door, deep enough to leave marks.

and in spite of his sassy remarks, it's very much true: he's very eager and very willing to indulge pegasus's whims. whatever they may be.]

More. More of that.

[it's for his own benefit anyway. the more generosity he extends, the more it will be repaid in full, reflected equally upon himself.]

[millenniumeyed]

[That's more like it. His lips curve and he obliges, stroking him slowly and firmly. It gets to him as well, his grip fumbling briefly, thighs tensing, and no doubt Seto can feel its effect on him against his ass, but enthusiasm and determination and that positive reinforcement goes a long way way, so he neither stops nor lets go at any point.]

I think you ought to be specific.

[Seto teased him earlier with a similar line; of course Pegasus was going to throw that back at him eventually. He runs his mouth along the curve of Seto's ear, lightly applying his teeth, and gives the base of Seto's cock a gentle squeeze.]

And throw in a 'please'.

[neutronblast]

[maybe a little too much positive reinforcement. he can sense a familiar authoritativeness creeping in. unfortunately -- or fortunately, he's not in a right enough mind to judge -- he falls prey to it. though he doesn't go quite as far as a please, at least not yet. obedience wasn't a given; he'd still have to earn it. they'd both be bored otherwise.]

I think you should try harder first.

[which isn't to say he isn't willing to play nice, far from it. tipping his head back, he rubs the edge of a smooth horn against pegasus' cheek, along whatever he can reach. ordinarily a no-go zone, now he craves the contact. even lacking in experience, he signals and signals clearly to pegasus: the whole area was erogenous.]

Here. I want it here.

[it may not have been please, but he breathes I want it with similar heft and purpose.]

[millenniumeyed]

[A good thing Seto can't see his face, because he looks amused. It was very very sweet, and very very cute how he asked, all breathless and needy, but... the horns? He was expecting something more traditional, like Seto's cock or his sac or his ass.

But if this is what Seto wants, he'll give it to him. As long as he gets to feel Seto quiver and hear him moan, he isn't fussed about stimulating horns being a somewhat odd request.

He raises his free hand to one of the horns, delicately closing his fingers around it and lightly stoking his thumb over its ridges. They're smooth, shiny, and cool, interesting to touch, and he tugs Seto down into an arch so he has greater access, leaning his cheek into the side of one to soothe the heat of his face, rubbing like an over-affectionate feline.]

[neutronblast]

[thankfully, pegasus won't use this against him later. because he'd never, ever do such a dastardly thing. it's just not in his kind-hearted nature.

and seto doesn't care anyway, sighing and very nearly going limp in pegasus' grip. even downright tame as he rubs right back, the deep rumbling in his throat not far off from a purr. he may not be an actual dragon, but he's close enough to the real deal right now. princess deep-eyes would be so proud of her master. he's just missing wings and a tail.

still, part of him stays stubborn. no pleases, no quivers, no moans. not yet.]

Not going to make it to the water at this rate.

[the words roll smooth off his tongue. this was definitely seto kaiba at his most docile, arching as directed.]