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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.

As a final note, don't forget that reserves are open now until May 1st as well!


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mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (Default)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-24 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
If Kavinsky had a retort, about drinks or their price or anything like that, he rested on it for a moment. The words were heavy with innuendo, and then not innuendo because he was being ground up on and pressed toward the bar and breathed in like he was the best drugs and the finest liquor in the room. Kavinsky didn't mind that so much. He liked being the best and finest thing in the room.

He was still, but not unresponsive, as hands roamed on him. More than anything, it was the nibble that got him going. A little pain was never a bad thing, in his book.

"Having fun back there?" He pressed his hips back, a bit of a tease. "Should I just take the shirt off already? You seem to be halfway there."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-24 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm. You smell like summer." Whatever that means. Just because it sounds quiet and contemplative doesn't mean the blond's making any sense. John might be steady on his feet and still able to string a sentence or three together, but he checked out a few hours ago. Blunt nails rake down Kavinsky's chest like John's drawing lines in the sand in a zen garden, the bottom of the shirt pooled against his forearms lowering back down as his hands venture lower until they're on top of coarser fabric covering thighs.

"Take it off," John encourages, and his hands gripping those thighs firmly stop Kavinsky from colliding against the barstool after an insistent roll of his hips nudges a bulge under his zipper up against the middle seam of Kavinsky's pants. He offers to 'help' by rubbing up over the front of the younger man's chest again. They're partying it up in hell. Why are clothes even mandatory?
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (43.take me back to 9th grade shit)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-24 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Christ, man," Kavinsky said, laughing a little bit. He could smell the booze, and it was far from the first time an older guy had hit on him while he was drunk, but this was more than just hitting on. He braced a hand on the edge of the bar for a moment, letting Constantine grind and rub against him, and he laughed again. Part of him wondered if he was just going to dry hump until he made a mess in his pants.

Wouldn't be a first time for that either.

He pulled his shirt off, tucking it into his front pocket so he wouldn't lose it, and turned his head a little to actually get a decent look at the guy again. It wasn't that he'd forgotten what he looked like or something, but now he was getting felt up and rubbed against, and he thought that might warrant looking the guy over. Making sure he didn't have warts or herpes or some shit.

"You always this friendly?"
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-24 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
The killer disease John has, the one that sticks to him like an unshakable curse and kills everyone he's ever dared to open up to, it's not in his eyes or on his skin. Besides, this isn't a heart to heart. At the rate he's going, he's only angling for cock to arse tonight.

It's the first time he's actually taking a proper look at Kav, glazed over hazel eyes flitting from one feature to the next to take in his face and whatever John can see of his body from this angle.

"Most of the time," John confirms, a lazy smile slowly spreading across his face after a few seconds' delay. He's younger than what John was expecting, and he's getting more bad boy trouble than cute innocent twink vibes, but you know. Old enough to be here and get shitfaced is plenty old enough to get fucked.

"So are you putting out for free?" Asking for a friend.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (03.he's over bored and self assured)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-25 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I did tell you to get me a drink," Kavinsky pointed out. Then he grabbed John's wrist, tight, and kept him from moving his hand anymore across his chest. He didn't move away from him, didn't stop the suggestive roll of their hips against each other.

"Maybe you wanna think about that before you start trying to slip me dick right here at the bar."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-25 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, someone's feisty. John's hand stills and he lifts his gaze. There's something playful in the glint in his eyes. He suspects this is going to be one of those games that isn't just going to end at one drink, but for now he seems willing to play along.

"What'll you have, mate?" John asks as he turns to flag down the bartender with his free hand.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (05.w/ the lights out its less dangerous)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-25 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not picky, obviously," Kavinsky said, looking Constantine over in a judgmental sort of way. He certainly wasn't bad looking, and Kavinsky certainly wasn't upset to have caught attention, but it was like liquor: if it got him fucked up, he was pretty ambivalent to things over all.

But then the bartender, demon (demontender?) came over and Kavinsky just said, "Vodka, neat."

If he was going to do this, he'd love to be as fucked up as possible while he's doing it. And that means returning to his roots and some low quality vodka.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-26 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
It's perhaps the only time John's going to turn down an offer of another one. The last thing he needs now is whiskey dick.

Despite coming on like a hurricane earlier, John seems patient enough to wait out the drink without initiating his invasive touches again.

Of course, that doesn't mean he's just going to stand around patiently. He pulls his tie far off to the side and loosens it, letting it hang undone off his shoulders while he starts plucking buttons apart, breathing out a sigh of relief as cool, damp air rolls against the newly exposed sliver of skin on his chest.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (05.w/ the lights out its less dangerous)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-26 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a very serious temptation to take his drink and leave this guy to relieve his blue balls with someone else. To give him a parting slap and a teasing kiss and be on his merry way.

But honestly? He'd been in Hell for less than twenty-four hours, and this was the first person that had really hit on him. Either he was losing his touch, or the people here just were not on board with the fact that they were in Hell, already, so what was a little sinning?

He let go of John's wrist with one last bone-grinding squeeze, sipped his vodka, and smirking a little. "Were you really gonna slip it to me right here at the bar?"
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-27 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ow. This guy's got quite the grip. John runs his wrist a bit but then his hands promptly go to his waistband, starting to unbutton and unzip his pants.

"I'll do you right here right now, mate." He's already half hard from the humping.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (43.take me back to 9th grade shit)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-27 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey--hey."

The words were as sharp and grinding as the grip had been. His brows knitted together quickly. He didn't really care if they fucked at the bar, that wasn't the point. But he was absolutely not getting fucked dry.

His stomach rolled at the very thought. No, that was the last thing he needed in Hell. Blazing heat and little demons at your heels, and an angry little rosebud because some drunk forgot that porn isn't real and you can't just shove a cock in an unlubricated hole.

Kavinsky drank the rest of his vodka in one swallow. He turned a little and gave him a firm, but mostly playful, slap on the cheek.

"You get lube, you can do whatever you want to me."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-28 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't hard enough to be sobering but it did draw John's attention to Kavinsky's words enough that he understood the request. He has a feeling that Kav's going to give him the slip once he actually goes toddle off to look for some lube.

Buttoning his pants back together, he heaves a sigh, squeezing the back of his neck and tilting his head back.

"Where do I find you?" He can't promise it'll be a quick fetch quest, but that won't stop him from trying.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (05.w/ the lights out its less dangerous)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-28 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something almost sweet in that easy resign. Kavinsky didn't think Constantine would actually be back, probably distracted by someone else somewhere else. But if he did, Kavinsky was willing.

Honestly, he'd expected a firm hand on his shoulder and his knees on the floor.

"What a pathetic face," Kavinsky teased, giving Constantine's cheeks a squeeze and laughing, grinning. He polished off his drink and squeezed out from between him and the bar, brushing his hand deliberately across the front of John's trousers. "There's a club just around outside. I bet they've got plenty."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-29 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Nngh fuck," John exclaims, butt lurching backwards instinctively trying to get away from Kavinsky's grasp as it sends tingles up his spine.

"Are we going?" he has to ask, hoping he can drag Kavinsky along with him. He doesn't want to mill around this place with a boner looking for one specific young man to deal with it - he'll end up settling for anything that's nearby and convenient.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (43.take me back to 9th grade shit)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-29 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky laughed at the reaction, as much because it was fun to have that easy immediacy with someone that had just come up on him as it was easy to tease and be mean about it.

He moved his hand up to the back of John’s neck and gave him a brief squeeze, then moved away, nodding his head in invitation. This party had gotten boring anyway. Time to slide on over to the other one.

On the way, he dug out a small tin from his pocket and popped a pill in his mouth. He didn’t need it, but Kavinsky didn’t do things because he needed to; he wanted to be rolling for this, tactile and over sensitive and exuberant. It made it better. He offered the tin to John.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-30 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
John doesn't doubt or think twice. He takes a pill and drops it between his teeth, tilting his head back and swallowing. He should have probably been wary, or asked what it's going to do, or anything other than blindly putting anything he's been given into his mouth.

Since when was he known for making good, rational decisions anyway?

"Club. Lube." He's still coherent and still aware that he's on this mission right now so that mustn't be a bad thing, at least for now.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (43.take me back to 9th grade shit)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-30 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It's such an easy thing, no questions asked, and Kavinsky respected and appreciated that. He hated when people asked questions. It was such a mood killer.

It wasn't a long walk from the strange Hotel California bullshit over to the club. Kavinsky had already milled around in the club for a little while earlier, checked it out, watched some people. Watching wasn't really his thing though.

He grabbed John's hand and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans, heading straight for the back rooms. Putting on a show was all well and good, but he didn't feel like fucking around where someone else could just invite themselves. Not tonight, anyway. Plus? Lube. Right there on a little stand.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-30 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
John seizes the opportunity to grab that arse with a firm grip, stumbling forward and trying not to laugh like a drunken idiot or crash into Kavinsky's back as they make their way into the back room. Whatever he gave him is certainly making everything a bit more exhilarating and putting John in a relaxed, chirpy mood.

He pulls his hand out of that back pocket and turns Kavinsky around, tries to back him right up against the wall and kiss the air out of his lungs. The lube and what they had come here to do temporarily forgotten as he grinds their groins together and nibbles on Kavinsky's lower lip.

"Mmmmine,>" he growls when their lips eventually part.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (46.feeling that u wanna burn slow)

Aw yeah nsfw time

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-01 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
John’s pushiness was well received. Kavinsky bit back, pushed his hips against his and groaned softly. He laughed, but more kindly, at the aggressive possessive of that growled word, and his hands dropped quickly between them so he could open John’s pants again. Really, he wouldn’t have minded fooling around at the bar, seeing how many people they could make uncomfortable; this was better, the urgency high and a little needy.

He wrapped his fingers around John’s cock and stroked, lazy and deft and sure of himself. This wasn’t his first rodeo.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-05-02 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
A few voyeuristic eyes wouldn't have put him off at all, but John feels with some modicum of privacy - all things considered, since they are in a place with sins laid bare - he can afford to be a little more rough, engage in a bit more push and shove.

Lips and tongue find their way up along Kavinsky's jaw, an approving moan rumbling from the base of his throat as his cock gets hard in that nimble hand. Teeth sink into that soft spot just under his jaw, biting and tugging playfully as he resists the urge to smash their groins together and put Kavinsky's hand in an uncomfortable position.

"I'm gonna fuck you up," he promises in a low, lusty whisper.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (46.feeling that u wanna burn slow)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-02 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky had always been easy and indulgent with all things. He liked attention, and he liked an edge to it too, a risk, a bit of adrenaline. John, even maybe without knowing it, was hitting all those buttons. His teeth were sharp, the attention deliberate, and Kavinsky might have melted from those words if he weren't so concerned with coming off as vaguely aloof.

He did groan, though, a needy sort of noise as he tilted his head back. He did squeeze his fingers around John's cock, stroking a little more insistently.

"You gonna talk about it, or you gonna do it?" It's a tease, an incentive. Do your worst. He had said John could do whatever he wanted, and he'd meant it.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-05-04 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
He's not the best at talking at least so he doesn't waste much time getting down to business. The lube is proving to be a bit of a mission though and it takes him two tries before he gets the cap off.

"Turn around," he grumbles, giving Kavinsky's shoulder a shove, trying to get the front of his body to face the wall while he fucks around with the lube. He'll know when John's figured it out because the blond makes an undignified little noise when the cold fluid gets smeared onto his cock.

He grabs one wrist and pins it against Kavinsky's lower back, trying to hold him still while his other hand makes a wet mess in between slender legs, getting more lube around his tight little fuckhole rather than in it. Not the world's most coordinated drunk but hey, he doesn't need GPS to find it at least. John bites down into his shoulder and pushes the tip of his finger in, cold lube on warm hand making for a slightly odd sensation.

"You need to relax mate," he mutters, warm breath dancing over his teeth marks.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (17.bought a $100 bottle of champagne)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-04 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky was, relatively, relaxed. As relaxed as he was probably going to get while he was conscious, anyway, and he wasn't in a mood to suggest anything different. But he breathed through it, the rubbing touch and the nudge, face pressed into the cool wall.

He rubbed his cheek against the wall and pushed his hips back. He reached back and grabbed John's wrist again, gentler than he had at the bar, and pushed his finger in. Fuck teasing.

"C'mon. It ain't virgin fresh, you can go a little wild."
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-05-05 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
John has no idea what 'virgin fresh' is but he certainly can't fault Kavinsky for his lack of enthusiasm. He's not sure he wants to go full snuff film on his first night in hell but the more whatever it is he's been ingesting all night courses through his veins, the less he cares about leaving anything other than a memorable first impression.

Another clumsy shove and John's shuffling in close, lubed hand grabbing Kavinsky's bare ass and spreading that buttcheek open so he can push his dick in. He grabs a fistful of dark hair and yanks Kavinsky's head back a bit, keen to watch the reaction on his face as he gets his ass filled by John ramming hard against his lower body.

"Sure about that mate? You're pretty tight," he growls.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (46.feeling that u wanna burn slow)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-05-06 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Fuck." Kavinsky's voice broke in the middle, but his face was rapturous as Constantine shoved into him like it was nothing at all. He wasn't ready for it, but it was too late for that now.

He pressed one hand into the wall and breathed this vague noise, laughter and moaning and a shivering sigh. Half twisting, he grabbed at the edge of his shirt, keeping him close for a moment. Like it made a difference. His smile was sharp and vicious.

"Think you like it."

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