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TEST DRIVE MEME #1


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

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. 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 becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table 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 one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they 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

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. 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.

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 you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. 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 kinks.


Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's first TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warning in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment before or on the FAQ page. Since this is the game's first TDM, we are also very interested in hearing any suggestions you have or ways to improve the game experience.

Since this is a big event, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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[personal profile] madeupnames 2019-05-22 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter what people deserve, that's not what I do—!

[He's cut off by the pained gasp, startling, looking at her hand with wide eyes. What the... What the hell? Oh god, what's happening — he moves to grab a towel from the kitchen counter, moving to wrap it around the back of her hand.]

H-hang on, wait, lemme —

[His spider senses send a trill of danger down his spine... just before something pinches at the skin on the back of his hip, making him jump. He turns, pulls at his shirt as a red circle blooms on it, stains it. There's a gash on his lower waist, just like hers.]

... W-what's happening...?
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (17.bought a $100 bottle of champagne)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-22 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
It was enough, coupled with the slick of his spit, and Kavinsky groaned long and loud as the plug filled him up and James held it in. He gripped the far edge of the table tight; it was a stretch, an ache, a small, blissful agony. His cock twitched between his legs, a small bead of precome collected at the head.

"What's next," he murmured, forehead to the table, breathing through the ragged desire and pleasant ache of being full and being beaten. The bruises were all flush and warm. He felt a little like he was floating.
noassgardian: (t&b | kiss)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-22 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[The way their lips meet has Billy eagerly pressing into it, welcoming the even deeper kiss hungrily. He lets it muffle a soft hum of noise as his tongue mingles with the other's. His own hands wander down over his chest and lower, tugging at his shirt to get his fingers underneath, try to touch.

Right now? Each touch is like electric he doesn't want to end. And really, what's one makeout session on the dance floor when you're in hell?]
noassgardian: (w | concentrating)

[personal profile] noassgardian 2019-05-22 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no. Whether he ends up with a busted ass from hitting the floor when this table collapses or not, there's no way he could move right now. There's no way he could want to move right now. Draco feels amazing above him and inside of him. He's pretty sure he's going to be feeling it for a while too, and every part of him definitely wants that...

It's a pleasant distraction from having to scar each other up and all the potential tortures waiting for them.

He lets out a soft cry despite every effort to keep quiet, heart pounding against his chest as he brings a hand up to cling to Draco, keep him pulled in close.

"Draco--" He starts, every intention to warn him that there's no way he can last much longer, but it's too late to worry about that as his release hits him hard and sudden. His body jerks forward, pleasure washing over him as he comes.

He likes how the world fades away beyond Draco, beyond how he feels as Billy tightens around him, clutches to him as he spills himself between their bodies.
sharktrash: (diplomatic // no srsly keep your trash)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-05-22 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Truly, if you want to get to know someone better, the two of you should go drinking. As far as Squalo's concerned, that fact is just proven right again and again. It's not like he's going to judge, however. Not for thinking about murder.

He still makes a small sound of disdain at indirect methods, but leaves it be for now.

"Perfectly," he replies to the question easily, looking quite happy though it doesn't really reach his eyes. He's still guarded, deciding which things are safe to mention and which pieces are better kept quiet. "Turns out the admiration was mutual. I had made quite a name for myself at that point."
invicto: (eight.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-22 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could just leave you here," he said ever so casually, shrugging as he reached around Kavinsky and ran his fingertips across the dripping head of his cock. "Or I could whip you some more. Maybe play with the plug a little, watch you stretch out nicely around it."

Realistically, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. With Kavinsky's pants down and ass stretched, he'd want to fuck him soon enough. For now he just started teasing and tugging at the plug, pulling until the thicker base was holding the muscles wider, then letting go only to watch the toy get swallowed back into that hole. He groaned and panted while he did that, and after a second time he pulled his hand back, then slapped it lightly across Kavinsky's ass, leaving a mark on the previously untouched cheek.

"Or I could take pity on you and fill you up properly," he purred, pulling Kavinsky back by the hips, rocking his own forward and rubbing his hard bulge against the exposed cleft of his ass.
invicto: (five.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-22 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ James can't help it, he openly moans when Billy touches more skin, seeking out the contact with the same kind of urgency as him. The dance floor won't do, not as long as they keep pressing and pushing for more, and James at least still has enough presence of mind to drag Billy off to a corner, pressing him up against the wall. ]

Better. [ He lets out in a low purr against Billy's lips, sliding a knee between his thighs, then pressing and grinding his hips against Billy's own while both his hands roam up the front and sides of Billy's torso. ]
followhim: (i wish there was a war)

[personal profile] followhim 2019-05-23 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ his face takes a whole emotional journey through confusion and embarrassment with a pit stop to wonder if he should be offended and, if so, how offended? ]

You got that right.

[ he's trying really hard to recover here. ]

I'm just — I'm gonna finish it. Think I'm good now.

[ yep. just gonna attempt to take james' forearm back and keep cutting like that didn't just happen. it's good to have dreams. ]
theonewiththewand: (x] faceplanted)

[personal profile] theonewiththewand 2019-05-23 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
No hell that he's ever pictured has involved quite this magnitude of pleasure but he's hardly willing to question it now, when the lust they're both riding is so momentarily intense it's nearly all-consuming. It is so much easier to feel all of this, than to worry about what might await them.

Beyond the racing of his own heartbeat, the quiet sounds Billy makes as they both spiral higher are all he can hear anymore. His warning is crystal clear, in tone if nothing else, and Draco lets himself be pulled in all too easily.

His own low cry breaks a bit, right along with any illusion of control left in him. He catches his teeth at the curve of Billy's neck, if only to keep himself quiet as his own body shudders hard, and the sticky splash of heat between them finally pushes him past his breaking point. The wave of throbbing pleasure that follows is exactly why he so often gives in to his own baser instincts.

Draco forces himself deep, spilling rather completely as pleasure explodes, peaks... and then fades off, leaving him huffing heavily against flushed skin as he attempts to find his mind again. It appears to have wandered away.

Hopefully the table can handle taking a bit more of Draco's weight along with Billy's all of a sudden.
ouijahands: (WELL)

[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-05-23 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Two sisters," Klaus says, holding up two fingers for emphasis. "But one of them is a big deal movie star who thinks she's better than everyone else because she can bend people to her will, or whatever, and the other..." he trails off and makes a face, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. He takes another drink, because really, thinking about Vanya is hard enough. Just considering how much he hadn't known about her, and how unfair the whole stupid thing was, and how much he still hated Reginald for all of it, was too much.

He laughs and looks up again. "Oh, our dad just got it in his head that we needed to save the world or some shit, so he abused us into becoming what he called superheroes. There were comic books and action figures and all of it. It was pretty fucking rotten, if you want to know."

He shakes his head, because that is way too much of that train of thought for one conversation.

"I don't know, I mean, what kinda magic do you do? Is it wide open? Do I get like three wishes? Can you fly? Can you make me fly? Oh, no, I know, can you conjure things out of thin air? Turn people you don't like into toads?"

He's having way too much fun thinking up how magic works in movies and things and not considering that it might, in fact, be a real thing.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (17.bought a $100 bottle of champagne)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-23 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
It was a toying, teasing beat, this moment with the plug being played with and all the threats or promises of what James could do to him. Any of them would work. Kavinsky was left squirming and whimpering under an onslaught of sensation, fingers white knuckle in his desperation for more. He rocked his hips back for each touch, groaned at the slap of skin on skin, and whimpered when James rocked against his ass, effectively fucking him deeper with the plug.

"Whatever you think the gun is worth," he managed, breathless and terribly needy. He knew what he wanted most, and it wasn't a firm spanking so he couldn't sit straight for a few days.
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[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-05-23 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I should," Klaus says. He slides his arms out of his vest and lets it drop, though he does glance down to see where it lands, because it's important to him. Then he pulls the tank top the rest of the way off. That, he doesn't care about. How he manages to do this precariously balanced against James with his leg up like that is really anybody's guess. Maybe he's just too high to realise he shouldn't be able to do it.

Then he goes to pull James's sweater off, finally, so he can get their bodies more flush against each other.
ouijahands: (smile thanks)

[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-05-23 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Klaus just kind of stares at Poe, and then bursts out laughing. ]

You bit me pretty hard, you know? But you don't have to dance around it like that. You can bite me if you want. It's totally fine. I like biting. I like a lot of things. You gotta...you gotta chill out, okay?

[ For his part, he wouldn't be the least bit sorry even if he'd gotten Poe high on purpose. As it is, though, it's not really his fault. ]

Just enjoy it. They're good drugs.

[ He's missing some weird key understanding here of exactly what Poe means. The idea of drinking blood isn't entirely foreign to him, because if there is a fetish out there, Klaus has absolutely heard about it from someone, but legit literal vampires? That's new. ]
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[personal profile] ouijahands 2019-05-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Klaus's half-sincere smile fades, replaced with mostly-sincere concern. Shit, is this kid actually dead? Literally turned to dust? That is so fucked up. He's like, what, 15? ]

You...wow, that's pretty terrible. You got our weird moon explosion beat. So he just...murdered you and all these zillions of people?

[ He's not sure how to handle that, or how to handle most serious things, in the end. ]

Hey, you know, this is...really not a great train of thought. There's gotta be something to take your mind off it. The setting here is grim, I know, I know. But dwelling on this dust thing seems...unhealthy.
compelledtoprotect: (scruffly scruff scruff)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-23 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
He glanced over his shoulder, still annoyed but willing to be cheered out of the mood. If it was lighthearted banter the guy wanted . . .

"I dunno Styx, you look pretty tough and a little green. You wouldn't make much of a meal. Then again, I've certainly eaten worse. It'll be a new experience to eat something still alive though. Sushi isn't quite that fresh, although it certainly is raw . . ."
compelledtoprotect: (suckin dick)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-23 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Patience James. You're the one who wanted to be played with, remember?


[He used his teeth again, sucking and delicately biting at the man's erection through the material, able to be a little more rough with the barrier still in place. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin that useful organ! Steve moaned softly, sending his hands up higher as he played at James' groin with his mouth. His fingers pressed into hard muscle on the man's sides and belly, just appreciating with his hands what was underneath them.

Steve finally pulled the underwear out of the way with his teeth, James' erection springing free. He attacked it immediately, starting at the base, licking and sucking at the firm skin as his hands came back down to pin the man's hips in place. Unlike a certain cat, he could absolutely keep the man under him stationary as long as he wanted whether James liked it or not.]



Mmm . . .
littledhampir: ♫ (What are you saying to me)

[personal profile] littledhampir 2019-05-23 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes narrow, Rose trying to get a read on him as she slowly gets to her feet. Not entirely comfortable with giving a six-foot-stupid even more of an upper hand than he already has, under the circumstances. ]

Just so long as we're on the same page.

[ There's a tightness to her voice, those words sounding more than a little forced as she automatically adopts a defensive stance - her legs shoulder width apart, her knees slightly bent, her body coiled to strike more out of habit than true intent. He'd at least get the sense she was readying herself for anything, moreso than him. ]

How long do you think it'll take them to send somebody else in to help?
invicto: (fourteen.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-23 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He let out a frustrated sigh in protest, even though Steve was right. He had agreed to this after all, hadn't he? He just hadn't expected Steve to hold back and be this patient. Exciting though the build-up was, he had to admit he was getting more eager and impatient than he'd anticipated.

Gasping and shifting on the bed as Steve mouthed along his clothed erection, he finally let out a sigh and shuddered when Steve peeled his underwear down with his teeth, cock springing free. At the first touch of a hot mouth against hard flesh, a bead of precum was already forming at the tip, and he tried to move on the bed, lift his hips off the mattress, only to find that the grip of Steve's hands on his sides was far too firm, and he was very much pinned down to the bed. ]


Ah, fuck... Steve...
invicto: (four.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-23 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ James lifts an eyebrow but lets Poe take his arm again. He even angles it just right, so Poe can keep carving his skin.

He did only make it to the P in 'manipulation' after all, may as well do it all now. Once it's over, maybe the door will open. (Actually the door's probably already open, James hasn't bothered to check yet.) ]


Ah, so you're a finisher. Always good to know.

[ With a wide grin, he steps just a hint closer, letting Poe have at his arm again. ]
invicto: (five.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-23 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Grinding against Kavinsky offered some amount of relief, and he did it for a while longer, knowing that Kavinsky was no doubt feeling the plug pushing deeper into him. He rolled his hips slowly, bulge nestled snugly against his ass, moaning lowly at such a pleasing response. It nearly made him want to make Kavinsky suffer more while he waited, but instead he decided to give in, and to give them both exactly what they were yearning for.

"Good answer," he purred, undoing his own trousers and pushing them down his legs along with his underwear. The fabric pooled just above his knees, but for their current position that was all it took, and he slid his cock between Kavinsky's ass cheeks, finally pulling the plug out slowly and pressing just the head of his cock against the loose opening.

Then, abandoning the plug on the table, he gripped Kavinsky's hips tight and rammed his cock into him in one single, deep thrust.
invicto: (five.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-23 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
James purrs as he runs his hands across exposed skin, warm and pliant muscles responding to each touch. He grinds his hips slowly, seeking out some friction between their bodies, pulling away only for long enough to let Klaus tug his sweater off of him.

Then his hands move down Klaus's back, pulling him closer while he leans in to bite and lick at Klaus's lips and into his mouth.
compelledtoprotect: (ehhhhhhhhh!?)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-23 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I might be a fossil but I prefer people to use my given name. It just seems so formal to use anything else, and we're hardly in a situation that encourages formality.


[It was sweet, honestly. Steve couldn't help grinning at the grumbles, but he stopped dead when the kid talked about dying.]


Peter what . . . You think you died? H-How would you even . . . Peter . . .
compelledtoprotect: (dirty sheepish)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-23 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! I thought you'd been keeping secrets about special powers." It was an attempt at teasing, but not a very good one. He sighed and gave a slight shrug, forcing a smile, "Hey, it's ok. I'm sorry to pry. Really. We don't have to talk about such things. Sorry . . ."

It didn't assuage his curiosity, but there was no way he was going to force Billy to go to dark places he didn't want to go. No, he wouldn't ask again, and he'd just hope the same thing really didn't happen back home. But he had a sick feeling it was well on the way to becoming reality for him too. Though why Tony, of all people, would side with the government . . .

"So . . . besides flying. Anything else you're just dying to do with me?" It wasn't a good conversational skip, but he tried.
compelledtoprotect: (moar kissin)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-05-23 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm?


[Steve looked up the man's body with a smirk, an inquiring sound vibrating against the shaft as he moved his mouth slowly up the length, hands tight and implacable. It was a real pleasure to be able to so completely immobilize someone. He'd have to make sure to tie James up again later too.

Eventually he got to the tip and spent a while just teasing, slowly trying to figure out what James liked best between tongue and a delicate application of teeth. Steve was very careful, holding the man even tighter just in case. He reminded himself constantly he was with a fragile human, not a cat, and poor James might not like some of the more extreme things he'd started to get into with Lucas. Then again . . .]
invicto: (seven.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-05-23 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was torture. Sweet, addictive torture, but torture nonetheless, and each of James's sounds fell somewhere between a groan and a whine, a moan and a whimper. He tried more than once to move, putting more force into struggling against Steve's hold on his hips, as well as the ropes tied around his wrists and ankles, but it was to no avail. He wasn't going anywhere right now, and he wasn't going to be moving until Steve decided he wanted him to. ]

Fucking bastard, [ He breathed out, but it was a groaned purr, followed by a hot gasp, head falling back on the bed. He looked back down soon, though, licking at his parted lips as he watched Steve work along his cock. Both tongue and teeth drew a needy mewl out of him, legs shifting impatiently, the most he could manage to move while in this position, and held down as he was. ]