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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.

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[Steve gave a breathy laugh and bit James' ear, hard enough to hurt, and took both hands away, sitting up. He looked down at the man as he leaned back, pinning both James' thighs to the bed with most of his weight with a grin.]

I see. This isn't my first rodeo James. You might be surprised at how well I can play this game. Did I tell you what I did back home for a living? Hmm?

[He wasn't proud of many things he'd done back home. He was even less proud of some of the things he'd done on the island, things that were helping him at the moment. But there was no denying he had a talent for being cruel when the occasion called for it. Or how much it appealed sometimes to hurt someone. At the moment, he was going to make James wait. And want.]

[ Stubborn type, was he? Well then, two could play this game. Granted, James could get pretty impatient, but he would sooner break this bed to free himself and get the fuck out of here than beg.

So instead he shifted slightly, purposefully pressing his bulge against the back of Steve's thigh as he managed to slide his arms low enough to slip his hands underneath his head as a cushion. His throat was still feeling sore, and he took a few slow breaths, swallowing dryly before opening his mouth to speak. ]

You haven't, but do tell.

[He watched the man squirm under him until he could manage that relaxed pose, though the tension in James' body, and the erection poking him, belied the act. Steve chuckled darkly and dug his fingers into James' thighs, knowing it would leave bruises, and leaned more of his weight on his hands. It was a little test to gauge a few things. He continued to squeeze both hands, curious how much would be too much for the man. Of course, he wouldn't allow his digits to puncture James' flesh, but he had a feeling the man was going to be one of those who refused to admit when something hurt.

Like himself.

There was a certain danger there. If he judged wrong, he could do real damage to the man, physically and emotionally, which wasn't his intent. Playing was one thing, being deliberately destructive . . . He'd done that before and still felt sick at the memory of glistening bones and too-red blood. Not really very sexy. Steve tipped his head, sliding back just a little until James' bulge was nestled against his behind, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping him at the sensation. He grinned and finally answered the question.]

Soldier. For a long time. Then I headed up an elite squad. Special Ops and such. I'm sure you can imagine the sorts of things I got up to.

[ James bit back a gasp when Steve's fingers dug into his hips, hard enough to leave bruises behind. It hurt, but Steve was right, he was the kind to refuse to admit it. And even if he did, he definitely wouldn't ask it to stop.

So far, though, it was a level of pain he could both endure and enjoy. Granted, he wished Steve was doing more than just sit on him while he did it, but he could take the teasing for a while. He knew how to play the game. ]

A soldier? [ He barked out a laugh. ] And you think that's so special? I was Captain of the Empire's flagship. I didn't rise the ranks by keeping my hands clean, and I didn't stay there by playing nice. You think you're the only guy who's done shit, Rogers? Think that scares me?

[There. Steve saw the flash in the man's eyes, heard the stifled gasp and his hands froze. He made a note of the exact tension in his muscles and relaxed both hands, rubbing the injured muscles instead. Steve snorted again and lifted one hand from James' leg to his groin, groping rather blindly just to play.]

No, I don't think it's special at all, and I know it doesn't scare you. I bet it does excite you though. Just imagine how many times I've done those unspeakable things, and how good I am at them . . .

[Part of him liked the pain play, liked it a lot. He didn't often get an outlet for his darkness, especially not one who seemed so eager for it. But it also made him sick to indulge something he knew he should be fighting against. He was a good man, and yet . . .

Steve straightened and lifted both hands, sliding them over James' belly and upward over the man's chest, rucking up his clothing with no regard for how annoying it might feel, bunching the fabric to expose skin he didn't touch. His hands stopped just above James' collarbones, his fingers stroking the livid bruises he'd left on the delicate column as he smirked down at the man, pressing down just a little with the heels of his hands to make breathing a bit difficult.]

Tell me James. What do you really want me to do now? Give you some more bruises? Strip you? Something else entirely?

[ He probably could've kept going a while longer, James could take it. Still, the pain left behind, and the soreness he would feel later, were more than enough to satisfy him. ]

Yeah...

[ Throat a little dry and raspy, that was all he managed at first. It did excite him. James wasn't the type to often submit, but when he did it was because his partner was stronger than him, rougher. He knew he couldn't get the upper hand on Steve if he tried, and the thought that Steve could so easily wrestle him into submission aroused him more than he could put to words.

He groaned and tried to arch up against the touch of Steve's hand, frustrated to no end that he never quite gave him what he wanted. His body felt hotter all over as Steve tugged his shirt up, only exposing part of his body. He had more muscle than Steve would remember from the other Jim, and he had more scars too, but the pert and already hardened nipples weren't all that different. ]

Clothes. [ He managed even as Steve pressed down against his throat, making it harder for him to speak. ] Keep... hurting me. Shit, that's good...

[Clothes were easy. Steve ripped the man's shirt in half with no visible effort, baring James' chest completely, and just pushed the loose material out of the way, dragging it up the man's back to bunch behind James' head and neck like another pillow. He didn't try to get it off the man's arms and he grinned as he let his hands roam over all that skin, his blunt nails scratching and scraping now and then, raising red lines on the pale flesh. Steve had always liked to touch after all.]

There. One part down. And look at all your scars. Should I torture you and make you pay for the pain with stories about each one? It would take an awfully long time to get to the real fun if I did that, wouldn't it James? You'd have to make do with little nips and scratches, none of the good stuff. Unless . . .

[ James groaned when the shirt got ripped, his back arching and hips lifting off the bed, seeking friction in an attempt to relieve the erection currently trapped in his trousers. Steve's hands roaming all over his torso, groping and teasing, were driving him beyond crazy right now. Even when he wasn't causing any pain, it still felt like torture. The guy really had something of a mean, punishing streak to him, and fuck if James didn't find that incredibly arousing. ]

Unless what? What'd you want, Steve? Told you, I'm not fucking begging, if that's what you're gonna tell me to do...

Suit yourself then. What gave you this?

[He traced a long scar with a gentle fingertip, then chased the soft touch with a rake of his nails, making the scar stand out livid against the surrounding skin. Steve doubted the man would tell the truth, but he was interested to see what James did say. And he liked playing little games that let him touch someone. He could spend hours loving someone from the feet up and one day he really would do just that. Though probably with considerably less pain thrown in.]

Each truthful answer gets you to closer to losing your pants.

[ He glanced down, shuddering at the gentle touch along the scar. It took him a while to place that memory, and another moment to decide whether he wanted to tell the truth or not. After all, Steve might not like to hear all of these stories; some might be a little too much for him. ]

Klingon piece of shit tried to slice me in half. I kicked his sword off his hands and stabbed him in the neck.

Cling-on? What's a Cling-on?

[The violent nature of the story didn't bother Steve. He'd crushed men's bones with his bare hands before just because someone goaded him too far. It wasn't as though he didn't understand how a fight went. It even sounded truthful. He stroked the scar again, watching James' face as his hands moved to another, nails digging into the flesh around it almost deep enough to draw blood. It was smaller, roundish.]

And this one? Was it another Cling-on?

Non-human species.

[ He said it with an appropriate amount of disdain, though with the way he was writhing and groaning beneath Steve, it could easily come off as something else entirely. He glanced down to the next scar, moaning in response to the pain first, but then letting out a soft laugh as he shook his head. ]

Just a burn mark. Hot iron.

An alien you mean? What do they look like? You said non-human, but you said he had hands and a neck. And a sword. Why did he have a sword? Wouldn't aliens have better technology?

[He lost himself in questions for a minute, just giving the man an intensely curious look. If there was one thing that fascinated Steve more than anything else, it was outer space. Most people didn't push that button though. Poor James.

When Steve remembered what they were doing he looked down at the scar and stroked it with a tender finger again, tracing the circle of crescents his nails had made a moment later. When his eyes met James' again, his own held a dark humor and an edge. He knew how to make that type of wound, what it felt like to get one too. The smell, the pain, sometimes even the pleasure . . .]

Torture huh? I know you didn't talk, but did you come?

[ James just rolled his eyes at all the questions. Steve was going to lose him quickly if he kept ruining a perfectly fun night of kinky sex with talk about asshole alien species. ]

They're ugly as shit. And I don't know, they like blades. Who the fuck cares?

[ He sure didn't. He didn't want to talk about Klingons or Vulcans or anything else when he had Steve's solid weight pressed down on him, that firm ass rubbing against his clothed erection, those broad hands touching and studying every mark on his torso. He let out a soft hum when Steve touched the marks of his own nails more gently, again tugging on the ropes wrapped around his wrists.

But then Steve asked that, and he couldn't help barking out a laugh. ]

You're kidding, right? As if I'd ever give them that satisfaction. No, I broke free and pressed the hot iron right between their eyes. See if they liked that.

I'm curious, but I can wait for another time to pick your brain. Since you ask so nicely.

[His words dripped with sarcasm but Steve didn't slide away. He should be horrified. Steve knew that intellectually, and a part of him even was, but it had been pushed into a very far corner of his mind. Most of him approved of what James said he did and his smile reflected that, a certain bloodthirsty edge to the expression. There was savageness in him he normally concealed, but with James, it felt safe to show just a hint.]

Well, at least you gave as good as you got in the end. Foolish to get captured in the first place though.

[Steve was goading the man. Bound and relatively pliant under him, James was meant to be played with. He wished he had a blade for a moment, simply because the blood and pain would be appealing. A little injury during sex, in general, could be pretty damn fun as he'd learned with a certain cat. Steve ran his hands up James' sides, leaning over the man until he could kiss and nip and bite flesh. He sank his teeth into one of James' pecs, not even trying to be gentle, though he stopped the force just short of drawing blood for the moment. He tapped another scar, clearly demanding a new story.]

[ James snorted, because really, when did he ever ask nicely? Still, he was glad that Steve didn't push on the subject. Talking about Klingons was a surefire way to kill his hard-on, and he was rather hoping Steve would take care of that some other way. ]

Oh, please. [ He laughed. ] Screw you.

[ His tone died out when Steve leaned down and bit his pectoral hard, dragging a soft cry from him. Fuck, he felt so good. He just wished Steve would rip the rest of his clothes off right now and fucked him until he was sore and hurting all over. ]

Broken piece of wood. Falling down a ravine.

[ Maybe it was the truth, or maybe it wasn't. Most of his scars shared similar stories, though: murder attempts, fights, the like. He didn't want to repeat himself much. ]

More like I plan to screw you James, if you ask nice enough. Or if you moan loud enough I suppose. It doesn't always take words to make a point, does it?

[He moved his mouth to kiss the scar, tender and gentle, before lifting his eyes to James' face again. Steve felt the way the man squirmed and strained and it was lovely, knowing what he did caused those reactions. He was still fairly new to sex and the ability to play with a lover was very much a treat. His own stamina often gave out a lot sooner than he'd like, although recovery was quick and thus far, he'd yet to find out just how many times he could climax before his body just couldn't manage it anymore. But he preferred to do the touching, to have someone under his hands so he could give them pleasure. It was much more fun.

Steve rocked his behind against James' erection a little, giving the man a bit of relief with the touch. And he got a thrill as well. He was just as hungry as James for something more intimate, but he was a lot better with patience. The anticipation was awfully fun.]

Gonna ask me for what we both want James? I bet you'll get that and more if you're a good boy.

Then you better make me moan real loud.

[ Wouldn't take much, at this point. He was hard and aching and if Steve kept up this whole touching, kissing and biting routine, it wouldn't be long before he got downright desperate.

And then Steve rocked his hips back and rubbed his ass against his bulge, and James couldn't bite back a soft groan, head falling back and his hips trying to press up against him as hard as he could manage. Fuck, he was such a tease. He made a mental note to get back to him soon in some way, because right now this felt incredibly unfair, and what Steve saw as fun, he saw as nearly torture. ]

Told you before. I'm not good, I've never been good.

I find that hard to believe, but now isn't the time for a philosophical discussion, is it? Lets see just how loud we can make you be, hmm?

[Steve rocked again, since the reaction he'd gotten the first time was so satisfying. Then he did it a third time, simply because it felt so good. As much as he liked drawing things out, he was itching to get those pants off see what happened when was more . . . hands on. With a grunt, he slid off the man and moved around to the bottom of the bed, grabbing both feet, one in each hand. Steve smirked at James, rubbing each thumb up and down the center of each foot, just to tease while he decided on the best way to get the man naked.]

Tell me James, do you like hands or a mouth better? I'll be honest and say I've yet to meet a man satisfied with just some fingers and a palm, although I'm quite talented at both.

[ James gasped and groaned softly, hips rocking back against Steve, cock hardening completely, evidently more than ready for whatever else Steve had planned for him. He really hoped Steve wouldn't drag this on for much longer. As lovely as teasing and playing was, his patience had limits. Particularly when he was on the receiving end.

He could practically feel his cock turn harder, if at all possible, when Steve grabbed his feet, moving his legs as much as he could to spread them wider for him, the closest to an invitation he could muster. ]

Can't I have both? Then your cock? I'm greedy. [ And it was, after all, one of his sins. He licked his lips, parting his mouth almost invitingly for Steve. ] You can fuck my mouth, if you want. Or my ass-- both, even. I can take it. Just want you filling me up, Steve. Bet you'd love to fuck me until I'm a wreck, wouldn't you? Do me over and over until you're done. How many rounds can you go, hm?

[Memories of another man with Jim's face, sans scar, filled his mind and Steve shivered, his hands tightening on James' feet. He smirked down at the man, tempted to rip him free of those restraints, but that would leave injuries that would make sex less fun. Instead, he dropped both feet and grabbed the leg of James' pants on the left, ripping it all the way to the crotch, then repeated the action for the right leg, leaving the pants hanging on by threads. The sound was so loud in the room, almost echoing, and it was infinitely satisfying.

He sighed in pleasure and ran his hands from James' ankles up to his knees, eyes on the man's, pushing the fabric even further out of the way. He was leaning over the end of the bed, but he didn't plan to stay there long.]

I've never done that, you know. Used someone's mouth that way. But I might take you up on it James. Seeing your mouth stuffed like that would be awfully attractive and I can only imagine the sorts of noises you'd make. But I wouldn't manage to last very long in that position, so I think I'll save it for now. I wanna use my mouth first, and trust me, you'll be wrecked a long time before I tap out. How many times can you come James? Because I plan to bring you off at least once with my mouth before we move to other body parts. Just so we're clear, am I allowed to just keep going, even if you can't do much more than squirm? Since that has it's own appeal . . .

[ If only James knew Steve was thinking of that other him, even if only momentarily, he would probably throw a fit and call this whole thing off. As it was, Steve was doing a great job at keeping him distracted, and he let out a sharp gasp when he felt the fabric of his trousers being torn, until he was down to his boxer briefs, his hard cock straining the tight fabric in a very noticeable way. ]

God, yeah... do that sometime when we're in a rush. [ He groaned, already thinking of a handful of scenarios where he'd want to get Steve off fast. He didn't even care if he came, honestly. Just having Steve stuffing his mouth and fucking his throat raw would be enough satisfaction. ]

Think I can manage quite a few rounds. [ He hadn't exactly counted the last few times, and anyway his partners hardly ever seemed to last as long as he did. It was exciting, and a little frightening, to think that Steve could go for much longer. Long enough for him to just be a limp, worn out mess on the bed, unable to do more than just take the abuse over and over again. ]

Yeah. Yeah, keep going. Fuck me as long as you want, as many times as you need. Don't care if I'm telling you to stop.

Rip your pants? Gladly. I can do it anytime. Maybe when I push you up against a wall? That sounds like fun, hmm? Just ripping all the clothes off your bottom half and forcing you to bend over?

[He shivered at the visuals he was creating for himself, eyes narrowing a little in pleasure as his hands massaged higher along James' legs. He liked that visual quite a lot. It was something Steve hadn't been able to indulge in yet and he wanted to. Roughly. He chuckled and dragged his hands back down the man's legs, letting go of James so he could vault back up onto the bed, shaking the entire frame and making it groan a little worryingly. He was a very big boy.

Steve knelt between James' thighs, his hands pinning the man to the bed with bruising force.]

I think we'll do that at some point James. If not tonight then definitely next time. I can only imagine how sweet you'll cry out when I drill you that hard. It'll be such a great angle . . .

[He bent down and rubbed his cheek against James' erection, eyes on the man's face as he turned his head a bit more, dragging his teeth over the material covering it. He was going to have so much fun!]

[ He let out a low growl, hands tugging at the ropes again impatiently. He was starting to think that every session he had with Steve was going to be an exercise in frustration, but he made a mental note not to let himself get tied down next time. It was fun and all, but he didn't like not having the freedom to do as he pleased.

At least there was some relief to be had when finally Steve bent over and traced the outline of his cock with his teeth. He gasped, hips jerking off the bed, dick already fully hard and straining the fabric, twitching at the attention. ]

Still waiting to see you drilling me now. You talk a lot, but I'm still waiting to see all that action.

[ It was an obvious goad, a way to try to push Steve into doing more than talking and teasing him. Not that that wasn't great, his patience just ran a little short. ]

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 . . .

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because sadly he's not allowed to have been a fan XD

dflkdg steve...

/shrugs

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