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TEST DRIVE MEME #4


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, 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 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. They may be pushy, 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, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

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

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

It seems like not long after everyone has either returned from the maze or arrived fresh to hell that the storms started yet again. A bit more sporadically and not the constant downpour of the previous month, but it's still blood and fire raining from the skies, along with claps of thunder and lightning strikes that seem far too close for comfort. Fortunately, there's not as much flooding this time. Unfortunately, a particularly loud clap of thunder and lightning that strikes close to the hotel seems to leave it and surrounding establishments in the dark. Quickly, the hotel becomes a cold place, urging all guests to to move to the lobby for some warmth.

A roaring fire will be going and there will be hot drinks and snacks kindly provided by the staff while they try to work on correcting the problem.

Eventually, some rather panicked goblin-like demons come rushing up from the basement. They're half-singed and dirty looking from their adventure, so it doesn't seem to bode well for the power returning any time soon. Guests who listen closely will hear the demons apologizing profusely for 'letting them escape' and much more worrisome than that, about how it looks like there might have been some tampering going on down there. The staff is quick to tell the demons to hush and go, not to worry the guests or let word get back to Lucifer.

Once that whole scene is squared away, the staff will be urging guests to volunteer and pushing them into a drafty, creepy basement with nothing but candles and flashlights to lead the way.

It's okay, they reassure, it's not that bad down there! The lights provided all seem to flicker dangerously though, almost completely going out at times, as you descend creaky stairs to a lower level. Apparently the demons are tired of risking their hide to get the power back on, but they're quite happy to risk all the guests'.

The basement is slightly flooded in some areas, bloody rain making its way through cracks in the foundation. It reeks of dampness and mold. There are things that skitter in the corner of your eye as you venture in further. Rats, bugs, and a few smaller beasts.

No one will be given more to go on than they're looking for a breaker box to reset, and hopefully, that'll get everything back up and running again. Unfortunately, there are so many twists and turns that it gets confusing after a while... How come the basement looks much bigger than it has any right to be anyway?

The basement is also jam packed with boxes just begging to be gone through. Most of them just seem to house an odd amount of clothing and what may be personal items left from previous guests, others hold decidedly more satanic and occult items. But if there's anything you're looking for in particular, from jewelry to a coat to a rad new walkman, you'll probably find it down here.

Keep going and you'll come across a room with a heavy steel door. If anyone should venture inside, they'll see a dungeon inside. There are demons chained to the walls in various ways, strung from the ceiling, or caged up that seem to be wasting away and forgotten. If they notice you, they'll try to plead with you to let them out, bribing you with information on Lucifer that no one else knows, but it's probably for the best you don't. There seem to be a few free spaces waiting for new additions after all... and besides, they've got to be locked down there for a reason, right?

Let them go against all better judgement and they'll most likely just rattle something off while they take off running as quick as they can.

Listen closely enough and you might hear tortured screams as they're presumably killed upon reaching the main floor of the lobby. It was probably inevitably, so don't blame yourself.

Anyway, moving on you keep going past the dungeon, and you'll finally find the room with the furnace and breakers to reset. It shouldn't take long to flip them back, but they'll continue to trip on and off for a while and may require multiple groups to make a return trek down to reset them until the demons finally correct the issues with the wiring that is causing these outages.

Speaking of issues with the wiring and what may have caused them... Hang around the bar or lobby enough, or around any area of the community, and you may hear muttering of something called The Veiled Order from beyond the gates. Some of the demons seem excited, others seem nervous. If asked, the demons may brush guests off. If drunk enough or given proper incentive, they may tell a story about a group of rebellious demons that Lucifer tried to cast out. They were damned to live in the burnt forests outside the gates, but sometimes, they still cause trouble.

Apparently, they thought they could be better rulers than Lucifer and were quite discontent with how he maintains Hell.

Some may say they're worried the Order is causing mischief by messing with the hotel, having had ample opportunity to sneak back within the gates. Others will laugh heartily and insist that it's a dumb tale to scare young demons, nothing more. Certainly nothing to worry about.

Another thing guests may overhear or bribe out of demons around the bar or club is talk about the call of infernal nightmares. If pressed for more info, the demons won't give much beyond the fact that it's a miserable thing, entirely miserable.

Prompt II

Apparently what the goblin-like demons accidentally set free are strange demons that possess fungi, dust, and dirt. They don't seem to quite be from this world, but they're called Coal Tars apparently. They're harmless creatures for the most part, but they do have a love of following around people with dark or sinister natures.

The staff will be offering a reward of a gourmet dinner of the guest's choice if anyone around the hotel will help to capture these little pests and bring them to the front desk. Afterwards, they'll be returned to the basement and locked away again.

Otherwise, people are free to ignore them or laugh at the people who can't seem to shake the little creatures following them around.

Careful though, breathing them in can make your lungs rot. Nasty way to go probably.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. 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 soon enough 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.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or 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.

Prompt II

"A generous nature is an important part of being a righteous person. Greed is a sin my Father frowns on quite a bit. What I ask you to do today is to go out and find a gift for that special someone or friend of yours and give them something to smile over."

With the items available in the basement and the shop in the hotel carrying a few new items, Lucifer would like to spread the good will of gift giving. It doesn't matter if you're not well acquainted with each other yet. You don't need to be! Anyone can spread cheer by giving a gift.

And if you don't, expect to be in excruciating pain for a few hours, and struggling for a breath. If you can't share a gift, then you don't deserve to share all that oxygen, do you?


FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the sinners, new and old, the bar will be lit up with activity and absolutely bustling with guests and demons alike. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean, you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, 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 will be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You may not get much of a chance to have that in hell after all. So one drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell and the staff is handing it out and so helpfully showing you how to use it, or recommending a type that would suit what you want.

You've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit, let loose. Hell might be pain and torment, but it's also a nonstop party in the bar.

There's even a brand new stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave!

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs as well. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell only the truth for a fun prank, or perhaps even potions that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes, or hands, off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right? You've got them now.

There are also 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, if you're in a gambling mood. 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, right?



Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential dubcon/noncon, potential kinks.

The club within Penance has always offered many options for debauchery, but now it seems they're stepping things up a bit. There are themed rooms for sex machines (the same that were present at the carnival) that can be controlled by a demon or a partner. If asked, they'll gladly set you up on stage to put on a performance for the entire club.

They won't side eye you for any other kink you ask for either, however depraved it is.

But the succubi are handing out potions again, that can be taken willingly or not. The purpose of them is to strip away all of your inhibitions... or in certain cases, your mind as well as your will. It will leave those who take the potion as a perfect little pet or slave for someone.

It doesn't matter if you're generally strong-willed or not interested in submitting. You'll find yourself wanting to please someone until it's the most important thing on your mind. Maybe until it's the only thing on your mind. It doesn't even matter if you generally hate or adore the person you've attached yourself to, you'll find yourself sinking down on your knees anyway.

This is the perfect time to play out all those daddy kinks, domination and submission scenes, or perhaps a bit of pet play. It doesn't matter what theme of the game you choose, you're suddenly all for it no matter what.

Because you just want to make someone happy, even if what makes them happy is hurting you as much as pampering.

MISC.
Thanks for joining us for our fourth test drive meme, sinners! Reserves are now open for the upcoming app round on August 1st

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[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-09-04 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Klaus looks up at James with wide green eyes, pupils blown, warring between wanting to please him and just being the same way he always is and running off at the mouth. ]

I've done what you wanted, Captain.

[ It's a compromise between the extremes, at least for the exact moment.

James's nails move along his skin and his breath catches. It's all he can do not to seek more of it. Despite his mouth going a mile a minute, he likes this whole thing. He hadn't been kidding when he'd mentioned it to James days ago on the couch in his suite.
]

Wait, yeah, sorry, of course I can do what you tell me.
noassgardian: (b | id someone say game of thrones)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-09-04 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good question." He looks around, eyes up towards the ceiling, back to where they were. Something seems to flicker back on from the direction they came.

"Hey, yeah-- I think so." He reaches out with his other hand to give John's shoulder a playful squeeze.

"I guess you are pretty handy."
failed_antichrist: AS manga base - Kaori Yuki (Cheerful)

[personal profile] failed_antichrist 2019-09-04 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even Setsuna knows it's not that simple. It's so much more complicated, but it's easier to sum it up. He's more than happy for a topic change, and even grins cheerfully when Mitsuhide asks about cardboard.]

[Right!]


They're boxes. They're made out of cardboard. Cardboard is made from trees. We mainly use them to store crap in. Probably takes a lot of trees, though.

[Setsuna opens one and pulls out a soccer ball.]

See? Things.
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (grin)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-09-05 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, I'm sure it is for someone." Frank wouldn't be surprised. He was a relatively private person, mostly, but that didn't mean he was sheltered or misguided. And he did know there were torture rooms, scattered around the hotel--one tucked somewhere, and more in the basement. Probably some of the rooms were too, come to think of it. But he thought, maybe, that the gym was mostly just a gym.

"So we should probably invest in disinfectant if we think about going over."
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (kiss)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-09-05 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Frank recognized the dog paw, a tattoo that Prokopenko had in almost perfect replica. If he thought anything about it, he kept it to himself. What these boys meant to each other wasn't his business--and it wasn't as if he didn't understand the craving for camaraderie. He'd only gotten out of a tattoo himself by begging off with his wife's dislike of them--a statement which had become a lie, but he'd never reconsidered the stance.

In any case, his attention was on Ronan, the strain of his cock and slight shiver in his thighs. Frank kept his mouth busy on the root of Ronan's cock for now, nuzzling, licking, working against the swell of his balls a little.

He grabbed one of Ronan's ankles and pressed, gentle but insist, to get him to put his heel up on the edge of the cot he was strewn across.
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (kiss)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-09-05 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
It was now something to achieve, though Frank had a niggling sense that they ought not try it in the open, or without some sort of proper cushioning nearby if he couldn't manage it. But for right now, Billy seemed to want it, and so Frank was committed.

His hands pawed at Billy's ass, and he nuzzled at his jaw before returning to his mouth. One of his fingers nudged inward, teasing against Billy's hole but refusing to do more than tease until they thought of how to get his slick and ready.
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[personal profile] jelliclerats 2019-09-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't say I cared. They were just as rotten.

[ The Western District wasn't known for the beautiful people. It was a hellish collection of people who did what they had to do, what they wanted to do, and didn't care about their victims.

Lifting the glass, he swirls it idly, dark gloves covering most of the glass. ]


You're in Hell. No one is going to believe you were a saint. I would assume you're some kind of horrible psychopath so the question is your honesty. I'll be honest: I don't give my misery easily so if that's your goal, I'd like to leave the torture to Hell.
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[personal profile] hiddenobjective 2019-09-05 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Cain didn't mind too much when Kavinsky started moving his hips. He could adjust, bobbing his head less and letting Kavinsky do the work. He was willing to play along until Kavinsky tried to wrench the control away from him, the hold on his hair tightening to hold him in place.

Twisting slightly as he pulled away, he completely ignored the tinge of pain as his hair was pulled taut.

Kavinsky's cock slipped out of his mouth, leaving his lips slick.

"Cut that shit out or I'm done," Cain growled in Russian, r's rolling extra heavily for emphasis. He almost wished he'd insisted on going back to that other room. He was pretty sure he'd seen some restraints in there.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-09-05 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh piss off," he grumbles, slamming the fuse box door shut and shoving his hands into his pockets. That's far too much work that a bloke ought to be doing in a day (nevermind that it's just taking a stroll into a basement and replacing a fuse wire).

"I'm headed back. Make me a sandwich."
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (17.bought a $100 bottle of champagne)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-09-05 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The menace in Cain's voice put a shiver down Kavinsky's spine. His cock twitched, needy interest, to show that enthusiasm even more. He licked his lips, and took his hands off Cain's head, pressing them to the wall above his head.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," he murmured, canting his hips forward to try and get back into his slick mouth. "Don't stop there."
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[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-09-05 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I am going to be wearing it for a while.

[ It's too long to be stuck anywhere. Or it would be... if he wasn't dead, that is. Squalo's still convinced that there's no "after" at this point, and it does seem to be fitting for his final destination. ]

I expect it's not.
noassgardian: (pic#13099861)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-09-05 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He pulls a face as he moves to follow John out. "Seriously? Did I become your wife sometime when I wasn't looking?"

It's not easy taking care of a teenager in a grown man's body. "You could at least slip in a compliment or something. Spoil me once in a while for feeding both you and your rabbits."
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[personal profile] universal_charm 2019-09-06 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I do have some sense of decorum," he huffed, leaning down and biting at Frank's taught, muscled stomach. His tongue danced across a path of carved muscle and scars, nibbling along hard flesh.

"Besides," he whispered, slowly sliding up Frank's body back towards his lips. "It was worth the wait." He nestled their hips together, slowly rolling against him, biting his lip as their cocks touched and brushed agains teach other.
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (kiss)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-09-06 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Frank laughed softly. He worked his hips against Jim's, following the intention of it. If he preened under the slow, heavy-mouthed attention, it was mostly because Jim seemed to like that a bit, and because it helped to distract from the residual bits of pain from the cuts.

"We're not still waiting, are we?" he asked, smile easy and pressed into the kiss. He slid a hand between them to wrap around Jim's cock, pumping briefly.

"You'll have to let me up, if we want lube."
noassgardian: (w | uncertain)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-09-06 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I can complain a little more if that's what you're into," he answers, a little breathlessly as Draco's fingers work. He draws in a hissing breath when that tongue moves over his skin, clenching around Draco's fingers as a shiver works its way up his spine.

He rocks back against those fingers greedily, biting at his lower lip. He has to wonder how many marks are going to be left over after all those bites.

"More--"
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[personal profile] bountyhead 2019-09-06 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Starships. She thinks of her zipcraft, Red Tail, and a longing reaches through her chest. She missed flying. The freedom to leave and travel somewhere millions of miles away. A perfect way to escape one's problems. A yearn she's had to smother since arriving in Hell.

Faye hears the buzzing and optimism seems to bleed into her tone. ]


Do you think we've found it?
noassgardian: (w | sidelook over shoulder)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-09-06 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Billy's mouth moves to Frank's neck, hungrily exploring the skin. There's a mumbled spell in between though that will leave Frank's fingers slick to encourage more beyond teasing.

"Please," he murmurs against an ear before he bites at the lobe. "More."
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[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-09-06 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[The tight grasp to his hair only manages to draw out a deep, rumbling groan around sensitive flesh. His eyes go up to try and look at Loki, dark and hungry.

He pulls away after a moment.]


Is that what you want, brother? To be entirely at my mercy?
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[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-09-06 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ loki is breathless, pushing the hair from his face as he trails his fingers over thor's cheeks. ]

There are benefits to ceding control.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-09-06 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Billy was definitely looking. The young man can't really be to blame for constantly giving in to the blond being a demanding little shite, all things considered. But John's not going to stop anytime soon.

"You'd have to be a stuffy girlfriend to be that level of maintenance," John points out.

"And I haven't been in a serious fling where I haven't killed me other half before the year's up." He's trying to be candid about it but it probably used to hurt him, once. "You'll have to tell me what counts as spoiling."
noassgardian: (b | thoughtful)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-09-06 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a high level of maintenance? Dude..." He's about to joke about that's why he doesn't actually have a girlfriend then, but then John has to go on about that. Wow.

"You know we're already in Hell, right? We might not be dead dead, but it's probably just a matter of time for all of us. Besides-- in my world, I'm usually the one bringing the bad luck and death to people. Even my father couldn't kill me and reabsorb me... must be something to do with the whole deity of magic thing I didn't ask for."

That said, he huffs out a laugh. "Not that I think we're actually in a serious fling. But since you asked... spoiling is kinda hard when everything is free in Hell. I'll settle for sex and forcing you to watch movies with me occasionally."
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-09-07 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Could be. You probably know more about gods and demons than I do.

[Though in some ways, at least, most of it seems just like any other psychology.]

I wonder if he knows what he wants himself.
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (sexy)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-09-07 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"There it is," Frank sighed, hearing but not quite marking the words that Billy spoke to make it happen, feeling the slick on his fingers. He sank one into Billy without further pretense, sighing against his hair.

The begging was a nice touch. "Good boy."
knucklesdirty: (okay but)

<333

[personal profile] knucklesdirty 2019-09-07 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Francis is fine.

[It's not that he's against nicknames, so much as that there's a certain weight to the name his parents gave him. It matters; having so little of them. Even if Clint's here, it's not the one he grew up with, and it's-- different. Even if he still wants to hold onto him as tight as he can.

But Steve is, well. He's gorgeous and Francis likes his smile, and the way that he flusters under the attention. He likes him, wants more of this little game they're playing at. And, well, to see how far he can manage to push the lines.]


Yeah? I had a friend that was like that. I'm sure I can keep up.

[There's definitely something suggestive in how he says it, but then Steve throws, and Francis whistles in appreciation.]

Looks like you're more than just a pretty face.
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[personal profile] hiddenobjective 2019-09-07 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Cain's lips curl into a satisfied smirk when Kavinsky hands slide against the wall over his head and gave him a nod.

"Good," He mumbled, leaning forward to drag his lips up his shaft, eyes slipping closed, confident Kavinsky will behave without him having to keep an eye on him.

He curled his fingers loosely around Kavinsky's cock to guide him back into his mouth with a quiet groan. He trails his other hand up Kavinsky's chest, fingers fanning out to reach up and tease his nipple as he swallowed him down again and started bobbing his head slowly.