TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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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

With the Mares leaving, the nightmares fade right along with them. Unfortunately, the hotel outside is looking rather worse for wear because of it. It's been pummeled, cracks in the siding and broken windows are everywhere. It looks much more befitting of the hellish landscape surrounding it, true, but Lucifer is already putting the demonic staff on repairs. They'll be enlisting the help of guests, whether they want to or not. Watch out when the whips and other punishments come out to play for those who seem to be slacking too hard.

The staff hardly has patience for it, whether the guests are feeling up to it or not. In truth, neither are the demons. Exhaustion is hanging heavy in the air for everyone.

But life must go on.

On the plus side, at least all the doorknobs and locks seem to be returning.

For current guests, they may now be dealing with a Frenzy come down and finding that they still itch for another fix. It won't be an easy ride. Withdrawals come with extreme fatigue, aches and pains, chills, depression, and an urge to potentially hurt yourself or others as agitation sets in. If asked for tips on dealing with it, the staff will tell the guests to just rest whenever they can, stay hydrated, and eat. The nausea that follows might make that difficult, but the staff seems to have very little time for sympathy at this point in time.

For new guests, they'll find things in quite a bit of disarray. Fortunately the demons are eager to hand out chores. They range from cleaning up broken glass and other items around the hotel, to removing boards from windows, to Hell beasts that need to be moved back from the basement to their enclosure just outside the hotel and helped to settle back in.

Anyone is free to visit any new beast friends they've made whenever they desire after this point. As a distraction, the hotel staff will even be offering riding lessons for larger beasts, both horse and canine-like ones.

Despite the push for normalcy though, there's a wariness in the air. Whether that's because of the recent bout with the Mares or the hushed whispers continuing on about the Veiled Order, it's uncertain. Something just feels off. Not to worry though, it's probably just paranoia creeping in. No one really wants to talk about it either way.

Every evening, once all the hard work is done, the staff seems to find the time to get a roaring fire going in the lobby fireplace and set up a buffet of food and drink for everyone to enjoy. There's every sort of food imaginable, and even some you wish you'd never seen. Spit-roasted dog, anyone? It's a delicacy here. There's also a lot of desserts of varying kinds from chocolates to ice cream to cakes and pies. Beer, coffee, sodas, and anything else people could want to drink is also on offer. There are even some specialty drinks for the vampiric guests around here.

There's entertainment as well. The demons are putting on makeshift plays and doing improv comedy routines, as well as dragging guests into the act if they seem interested. They'll ask them to perform tricks or act out Shakespearean scenes. For what it's worth, it does actually seem like everyone is trying to just have some fun. There's no harm in refusing to act anything out beyond some mostly good-natured booing and ribbing.

The succubi have also been given a room to set up for personal massages (with or without the happy ending). Massages are done in groups though, so you might want to rethink anything too frisky. If asked, the succubi will step aside and allow guests to massage each other instead, if that's more comfortable.

They're offering to help bathe and wash anyone who desires it for extra pampering, but most folks are understandably wary of the succubi and incubi around. No sexual play is actually being forced in these circumstances since, for once, the demons are well fed on sexual energy.

Oddly enough, the staff does seem to just genuinely want to do something refreshing. Although it's still probably clearly more for themselves than anyone else. Better enjoy it while it lasts though!

Prompt II

As another way to spoil (or distract) the guests a bit more, a new location has been brought to life!

Lucifer has insisted upon a movie theatre. It's located a short walk from the hotel. It's impossible to miss as the sign flickers and it's surrounded by a few very broken down, abandoned buildings still.

Outside, it looks like an old classic establishment from a time long since passed, but it has all the modern conveniences inside at least. From plush seats that recline and maybe get a bit too into giving a massage to all the treats you could ask for. So grab yourself some popcorn, a soda, hot dogs, or whatever else you want. There's also alcoholic beverages available for those who really need help getting through a movie.



Currently, the theatre is showing: Bedazzled, Manos: The Hands of Fate, Captain America (1990 version), Troll 2.

But there are request slips to be filled out by sinners if there's another movie they'd like to see when they rotate films around each month.

Located within the theatre is an arcade with zombie-themed shooter games, Pac-Man, motorcycle racing, and claw machines. There are also a few other gaming machines and one that's supposed to test romantic compatibility between couples. See if you're truly meant to be!

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

"Offering one another counsel is a trait God rather admires. Compassion, goodwill... all of that. He has requested a demonstration that all of you are complying with your redemption, so I thought of a rather interesting way to show him." Lucifer's voice rings out warm and almost affectionate as he speaks within the guests' heads, the sound ringing within their skulls and beckoning them to trust him.

Even as demons grab at guests and haul them into a room only to lock the door. As usual, the doors can't be opened through any means guests will be able to perform. At least the room is cozy looking, with a plush couch and chairs.

"I must say that I'm proud of all of you. What I ask, I have no doubt that you will accomplish. Please, both of you have a seat and discuss anything from a bad memory, a fear, or even a silly little phobia you may not be proud of. Listen to each other, help one another as I know you can."

That's right. Guests are expected to share a bit about themselves, whether it's a trauma or a past sin they feel guilty for. Maybe it's even something as simple as an irrational fear of spiders... as long as it's sincere, it counts. Guests must absolutely share something if they don't want to be punished. They'll also have to provide sympathy or counsel.

If no one speaks, there's always a catch. The longer one of the participants refuses to speak of anything real, or lies, the more a headache will start to set in. Guests will feel a slight throbbing in the temples that grows steadily worse until it's almost blinding. Gradually, blood will start oozing from eyes, nose, and ears.

All of it will stop the minute guests comply and play along.

It is possible to wait out the punishment if guests are willing to let each other suffer for it, but this will be considered a failed challenge and Lucifer will have to rethink all that pride he said he had.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

Those newly arrived to Hell will hear about a drug called Frenzy. The effects of which include the lack of a need to sleep for as long as one uses it, feeling like the best version of oneself, and feeling better than they possibly ever have. It may even get to the point where pain is minimized or even welcomed as a pleasurable experience.

The downsides of the drug include giving into a frenzy of one's basest instincts, whether it's lust or anger or anything else that they're naturally inclined towards.

This drug will be offered at the club outside the hotel, but the succubi who make it will demand payment up front this time. This can come in the form of keeping the club up and cleaned, serving guests, or performing on stage. It may also include sex with the demons or other patrons, or putting on solo performances for an audience. The succubi won't particularly care how willing guests are when they come to demand their payment and may force it.

Some will tell you that it's absolutely worth the price though, especially down in Hell where there's so much pain already. What's wrong with a little bit of escape, really? Others will tell you to stay far away from it all.

Of course the demons fail to mention it has the potential to be addictive, but users will probably figure that out on their own once they've come down. It isn't their fault if no one did their research!

Beyond Frenzy, the club also offers a variety of drinks and aphrodisiac-laced foods. There are poles for dancing, plush couches throughout as well as more private tables. There are stages where sex machines are set up, as well as other areas to tie up volunteers or to set up any other type of play imaginable. There are private rooms that can be rented out for the night for those who really want to explore their desires.

Attractive succubi and incubi roam the club as staff or active participants. Some will become more forceful if they're hungry, others will gladly offer any sort of temptations they can.

Careful if you ever see through a their pretty illusion and see the old, angry crones they really are though. It's a bit hard to forget that.

Regular demons also frequent the club, ranging in looks from tiny, mischief-making goblins to goat-like beasts to more humanoid types. There may even be tentacled-beasts who may not be the best at conversation, but will be eager to participate any play they're invited to.

There's a dance floor and loud music pumping through the club in a dedicated space for those who'd rather just dance the night away safely detached from the sexual side of things. All manner of drugs will be offered for those who ask staff, not just Frenzy.

Prompt II
Warnings: Potential violence and abuse.
There are hooded figures making their way through the hotel, but it's oddly hard to focus on them. The more guests try, the more their attention wants to drift to anything else.

For those magically inclined, they may notice the hint of a spell or black magic, but it's just as easily forgotten as everything else.

Guests won't even notice when the figure brushes against them, a skeletal hand adorned with gold brushing over any exposed skin they can reach with a whisper light touch.

It's an encounter that's so easily written off as guests continue on with their day, it really isn't worth mentioning at all later.

But ever since it happened, it feels like there's a poison that's entered the guest's system, twisting around their insides until they feel almost hollowed out. It's a whisper in the ear, inspiring envious feelings towards their fellow guests and the local demons that may never have been there before.

Why do they have it so easy? Why do they have fewer sins and why do more people love them than they do you? Why are you so unimportant to them? Why does everything come so easily to them when you have to work so hard for it?

Envy doesn't have to make any rational sense at all. It can happen at the most inopportune times and leave one feeling like they're burning up from the inside at the injustice of it all.

Even if it's someone a guest generally likes or gets along with, they'll feel this nasty little sensation creeping in.

Rage replaces the envy eventually. The anger starts to become overwhelming. After all, you're the one who is truly worthy of all the attention, all the adoration, all the things they've got. Other people are merely foolish for not realizing it.

Or perhaps it's not even envy at what the other guy has. Perhaps it's because the guest craves all the attention and all the affection of this other person. The guest may never have sought love or possession before, but suddenly it's all they seem to crave from this one person. They'll do anything to have it or to become as close to one person as possible.

Doesn't it eventually just make you want to hurt them for it all? Whether verbally or physically, guests will be drawn to action, or even force if they must. They will desire to either claim what they want or make the other admit to never having deserved it.

Alternatively, guests may also be reduced to begging to be noticed by the object of their envy, desperate enough to do anything to get what they feel is rightfully theirs.

This influence will be hard to fight off, but stronger guests will be able to fend off the envious effects of the mysterious demons. Others won't be so lucky.

MISC.
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[burstmodes]

[ he definitely knows they've lost by now, but it's not a big deal, not when he's thoroughly distracted, kissing him until he's out of breath and continuing on after he says something about a tie. ]

Right, I knew that. [ mumbled against his mouth, prompto kisses him once softly. ] I'll have to figure out a fun place for us to go. Some place normal like this, you know? And um, maybe private too?

[ he's blushing again, which he honestly can't help, and he takes a step back to lure peter away from the game, a bit unsteady until his back bumps against the wall. there's a prickle of fear that peter probably thinks he's too easy considering he'd gone down on him literally half an hour into having met him, but prompto doesn't have time to be shy about those things. not like he used to. he fumbles through things enough, curling an arm around his neck and kissing his way to his ear. ]

Unless you don't really care about an audience? [ it's suggestive, sure, but he isn't saying they'd be doing anything. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He almost purrs a little between the kisses. He catches the blush and smiles, brushing the heated cheek with a thumb. Peter might have put up a wall between him and others, but passion and desire still come pretty easily and quickly to him. He doesn't think of Prompto as easy, just similarly inclined.

This time he actually remembers to make them invisible. Prompto won't really notice a difference, but anyone who happens by won't see them]

I-- [He pauses as his breath catches, hand going into Prompto's hair] Fuck. Private... sounds really good. Just us.

[burstmodes]

[ maybe one day he'll tell him about duplicity. for now, he's just grateful that he doesn't have the vertical tattoo marking his throat that all submissives had, that he'd had when he'd first shown up there. but that place is far from his mind right now, eyes drifting closed at the touch of peter's hand in his hair. he likes this, he decides. maybe too much, maybe more than he should considering where they are, but it's difficult to deny things that he might want when he'd been so used to having them right at his fingertips.

and even if they are invisible, he wouldn't actually care if people saw. it's not like they're doing anything highly inappropriate. yet. ]

Like... right now? Or do you mean later? [ it's as close to an invitation as he's going to come because he's still a little uncertain about asking for more than what they've already done so far. ]

[spongetastrophe]

Yes. [He breathes out the word, kissing Prompto softly at first and then with more heat behind the pressure]

Yes. Please come back to my room with me. [He says this in a whisper, pressing close to Prompto]

[burstmodes]

[ even with his own uncertainties, it takes all of two seconds for him to agree, sinking into the kiss as his other arm curls around him. their noses touch. ]

I'm all yours. [ a hint, maybe a tease, and he kisses him once more before trying to draw back. his expression is open, earnest. ] So show me your room.

[spongetastrophe]

[He sucks in a breath, nuzzling against Prompto. He really wants to just teleport them there, but for whatever reason, that ability is being blocked. Probably Hell not wanting him to go wherever he wants, whenever he wants.

Peter lets out a growl, unhappy he's going to have to break their closeness. But it's only temporary, so he does, threading their fingers together so he can guide Prompto back up to his suite. It's not very lived in, since Peter has zero things and sucks at decorating.

Once inside, Peter makes sure the door is closed before pulling Prompto close to him again, kissing him hungrily]

[burstmodes]

[ it feels like a lifetime going back to peter's place, stumbling along after him and hoping he's not going to regret doing this. and yeah, he could blame it on a lot of things, but doing this, making the choice to go somewhere with someone he barely knows— that's all on him. even then, it's not a deal breaker, trying to get a glimpse of the place before he's being dragged in for a kiss, lips parting and just as eager to be close to him. ]

You – [ it's between breaths, kissing him and letting his hands slide under peter's shirt. ] You ever, uh, do this kinda thing before?

[ because blowjobs and handjobs are one thing, but sex is on a completely different scale than that. it's something he'd learned a while ago, the details fuzzy on who had actually been the first guy he'd slept with. his best friend, maybe. someone else he tucked deep into his heart and never tried to think about. not important though, trying to navigate them around peter's place like he knows exactly where everything else even as he stays close to kiss him. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[His tongue slides in the moment Prompto's lips part for him, his fingers threading through the man's hair. He presses against Prompto's hand to encourage it. The question makes him let out a soft breath of amusement]

Yeah, I have.

[Meaning sex with another man in general, and having sex with someone he barely knows specifically as well. His fingers slide down Prompto's back, searching for a way past his shirt to his bare skin. Their clothes need to come off anyway, after their previous activity]

[burstmodes]

[ for some reason, those few words cause him to relax, and he gently bites at peter's bottom lip. ]

Cool. [ another kiss, and he arches into those fingers against his back. ] Definitely a lot easier when I'm not trying to explain everything. [ he pauses, thinking about it now. ] And you've got stuff, right?

[ he's hopefully about that, placing one last kiss on peter's mouth before ducking under his arm to survey the room. spotting the bed is easy, so he puts his back to it and grins at him before starting to strip. his boots go first, the hardest thing to remove that he's wearing, and then, it's a lot faster after that. jacket, sleeveless shirt, the beginning of his pants. prompto sits on the edge of the bed and casually beckons for peter to come get him. ]

[spongetastrophe]

Mhm.

[He watches Prompto strip with a little smile on his lips. Before he goes to join him, Peter moves to grab the lube. Better to have it now than want it later. With that secured, it's his turn to strip. He too stops short of taking off his pants, but the rest of him is on display for Prompto to enjoy.

With his shirt off, Peter's necklace is now visible. Peter walks over to the bed, standing so he's between Prompto's legs. He rests his hands on the man's knees, pushing his legs apart a bit more.

He leans in, and as he does his hands slide down Prompto's thighs to caress his exposed stomach. He doesn't push Prompto down on the bed yet, instead capturing his mouth in a kiss]

[burstmodes]

[ he loses his breath as he watches him, admiring, and not for the first time, he wishes he had his camera on him. usually, it always is, but he hadn't wanted to have it lost or broken while he'd been exploring. maybe he'll ask if he can do it later, instead leaning so his weight is settled on his hands as peter touches him. tipping his head back, he sighs, and then, lazily loops his arms around his neck to coax him in to return that kiss.

his fingers slip to his chest, petting at the necklace. ]

I like this.

[ he likes a lot more than that, but the design is cool, is unique. with a little more pressure, he drags peter down onto the bed on top of him, hooking a leg around a hip to hold him there as he kisses him again and again. with tongue and a bit of teeth, anything that will encourage peter to keep touching him. ]

[spongetastrophe]

It's Japanese. It's a combination of characters meaning "great power" and "godsend".

[Peter needs little encouragement, but likes the way Prompto does it. He starts at the shoulders, feeling down along Prompto's arms and back up to skim down his chest. His thumbs circle around Prompto's nipples to work them to hard nubs, then he feels down to the man's pants.

He nudges Prompto's lips with his tongue, fisting his hair gently. Eventually Peter pulls away to start kissing the man's jaw and down his neck, teeth lightly scraping the skin]

[burstmodes]

[ a natural flush starts to work down his body with each individual touch, highlighting the freckles all across his skin, and he gasps, fingers curling into a fist against peter's chest like he's thinking about grabbing onto him. he's always been particularly vocal, and sex is no exception; he just hopes that peter doesn't have any close roommates. ]

I, ah – I don't know that one. [ japanese isn't something that exists in his world. ] But makes sense 'cause of all the stuff you can... [ a softer moan, and he sucks at peter's tongue. ] Peter —

[ prompto's warm all over, and he wants more, wants everything they can have in the span of however long this takes. he reaches between them for peter's pants, blindly trying to drag them down over his hips so he can try to get them both naked. by the end of this, he feels like he's going to be crazy, and really, he doesn't actually care so much as long as peter doesn't stop. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He groans loudly as Prompto sucks on his tongue. He shivers, pressing against the man's touch, hungry for more. He can feel Prompto going for his pants and waits, hands rubbing along the man's shoulders and lips pressing against flushed cheeks. Once they're unfastened, he takes them the rest of the way off and tosses them somewhere.

He has to untangle Prompto a bit before he can help the other get naked, too. He keeps their mouths busy with kisses and occasional slides of his tongue. Those pants are tossed too, and he grabs Prompto's legs to get them back up around him, pulling their bodies close. He shudders, diving right back in to the kisses]

[burstmodes]

[ the feel of skin on skin is so intense that he shivers with it, glad there hadn't been much hiccup in trying to get completely naked. that, too, is something he's not quite so embarrassed about, not when it's happened for him so many times by now, and he curls his legs around him, squeezing him tight and rocking up to get a little friction. this is all going so fast, and it's like he can't even breathe, hand grazing over peter's side and his back and down to grip his ass. he drags him forward, mumbling his name under his breath. ]

I, ah, I want you. [ prompto kisses him harder, his other hand between them again to feel the way their cocks slide together. ] Please —

[ he doesn't want to beg, already embarrassed by it, but he'll keep doing it if he has to. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He takes in heavy breaths between kisses. His hands skim over the whole length of Prompto's body, groaning at the friction they're causing whenever they shift against each other. This does feel like it's fast but when he thinks of slowing down, Prompto's voice is there begging for him]

Shit. Prompto, I... fuck, okay. Just let me...

[He got lube for a reason, after all. He takes it now, dipping some on his fingers to slide them between their bodies and into hat tight little opening. He sucks on Prompto's tongue again as he works the man open, his free hand still wandering the body beneath him]

[burstmodes]

[ there's too much intensity for him to handle, knees falling open when peter presses into him with a lubed finger, and though he's done this enough times to feel comfortable, the pressure is still strange. he grabs at peter's wrist to ease him into it, body sinking into the mattress as he forces himself to relax. to take him in. this is probably going to be the slowest part of the whole thing, shifting his hips and groaning when he pushes all the way inside him. ]

D–damn, I thought... [ actually, he isn't even sure he knows what he was about to say. ] It's okay. I can take a little more.

[ he needs at least two fingers, maybe three, and they're barely past one. so, prompto tries to encourage him, moaning into the kisses and grinding down against peter's hand in an effort to help himself get there. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He raises an eyebrow. He could just listen in to know what Prompto's thoughts actually were, but he doesn't. He watches the other as he moves his finger in deep, his other hand a bit more soothing as it moves across Prompto's skin. His lips start moving down Prompto's neck again, going down to his chest.

He did say he would do this, even though technically they tied in the game. His kisses keep going lower, tongue swirling over patches of skin along the way. Peter finally makes it to Prompto's cock, curling his free hand around the base and licking a long stripe from there up to the tip, sucking gently.

This is also useful in giving Prompto another focus as Peter slowly works him open]

[burstmodes]

[ he feels him start to move, and every part of his body feels like it's on fire. no, he wants to say, don't do that. but not because he doesn't enjoy it. on the contrary, he kind of likes it too much, and if peter puts too much effort and attention into sucking him off, he's going to come way too fast (again) and he'll just die.

but it's not like he can really do much besides respond, panting faster as he lifts his hips up and moans almost too loudly. it's an obscene sound too, a full shiver working through him, and he has to fight instinct to close his knees around peter's head, not wanting to smother him. slowly, the hand around peter's wrist slides to his hair, gripping at it for leverage, and — he wants this. he wants this so much, wants to feel that connection to another person, wants peter inside him. ]

Not too fast, [ he breathes, words a bit slurred with how turned on he is. ] I don't wanna... I can't come before you're in me. [ because, for some reason, that's a rule now. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He pauses, his lips slipping off. He lifts his head a little to look at Prompto. The blonde isn't the only one who feels like their body is on fire right now. Just seeing how aroused Prompto is makes Peter that much more aroused.

He was going to swallow Prompto down, but after hearing those breathless words, he keeps the attention to light pecks of his lips. Peter meanwhile fits in a second finger to stretch Prompto out a bit more. His erection is aching to feel that tightness, but he fights the temptation. He'll make sure Prompto is ready first]

Don't worry, I'll go slow.

[He moves his mouth away again, making his way back up to Prompto's mouth, making the kisses slow with a dip of his tongue]

[burstmodes]

[ he's grateful, really. so much so that when he's back to his mouth to kiss him again, prompto parts his lips and draws peter's tongue in deep. his arms tighten around him, grunting just a little at the pressure of two fingers moving inside him, and... damn. prompto's pretty sure he might need another, but he doesn't want to waste the time, not when he's so desperate to feel peter's cock thrusting into him. ]

Mmm. [ a quiet moan, and prompto's hand falls to peter's ass again, squeezing as his body rolls into the motion of his fingers. ] D'you want me like this, or should I roll over?

[ just a pushy little hint that he wants it, even if he's not quite ready, and with peter's promise of going slow, it'd probably be okay. he thinks. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[He groans, his fingers going to curl into Prompto's hair again. The way he works on Peter's tongue makes him even hotter with arousal. He whimpers as his cock throbs with the need for attention. The need to push in where his fingers are working, specifically. But he can tell two fingers aren't enough, so he keeps working Prompto open.

Peter swallows, pushing himself up a little to get a good look at their current position]

Yeah, I like you just like this. I like kissing you, and feeling you touch me. [He grunts at the hands on his ass] Yeah. Like that. Just don't touch my cock. I don't want to come until I'm inside you.

[burstmodes]

[ it's starting to drive him crazy now, almost like a tease when he just wants that. wants peter to be so deep inside him that he feels nothing else. a certain shift of his hips, and prompto's entire body practically jerks itself off the bed, suddenly very much ready for anything and everything. hopefully more than once. ]

T–then... [ words are difficult right now. he can barely think, so turned on it almost hurts. ] Fuck me already. Said I could take it. Please.

[ come on. it's not enough now, his fingers, and prompto kisses him again, teeth digging harder into peter's lower lip before he's nipping at his chin, his jaw, his earlobe. anything he can put his mouth on, he bites gently, hand squeezing harder into his ass and grinding his body against him. if he'd been an incredibly bossy person, he might have tried taking matters into his own hands and pushing peter onto his back so he could ride him. but that's a thought for another time, when he's not burning with all this desire. ]

[spongetastrophe]

[It’s true Prompto did say that. He hears the impatient thought and feels it in all of Prompto’s kisses and touches. He slides his fingers out, leaving both hands free to touch as he returns the kisses. He’s not so sure two fingers are enough to prepare for the size of his cock, but he can’t resist that “please”.

Peter shifts their bodies and pushes himself in. He gasps, going slow for both their sakes. Prompto feels so damn good and tight. Peter shudders as he slides in more and more of his cock. His eyes fix on Prompto to be sure the other is okay]

[burstmodes]

[ he doesn't know how he can stand going that slow, the initial press of his cock into his body so overwhelming that he almost stops breathing. prompto strains against him, trying to convince himself to relax even as his thighs tremble from the exertion of staying still. his tips his head back, arms around peter's shoulders and fingers digging into skin.

and he moans a little when he settles inside him, trying to adjust to the fullness of his cock. it takes him much too long, he thinks, to finally nod that he's ready, that he can do something besides rest atop him and look. prompto licks at his bottom lip. ] I'm good. You can... you can move. [ and his knees press into his hips, trying to coax him into it. ]