Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

[arielmods]

CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE THE OVERFLOW, PART DEUX! Since the last post is again fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post, even though there's just a little over a week to game start. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: <small>(<a href="THREAD URL HERE">Continued from here.</a>) between <user name="CHARACTER 1"> & <user name="CHARACTER 2"></small> Response here! Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. ◆◆◆◆ With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. When your head clears enough to speak and you ask him where you are, he smiles brightly and says, "Welcome to the City of Ariel." You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys blue - oral yellow - watersports green - age play lavender - crossdressing orange - multiples grey - bondage white - hands (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob) red - blood black - wildcard These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home.
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[fantheflame]

The attention on the nape of his neck had Sasuke quivering, rolling hips back against those grinding against his, moaning softly around the fingers in his mouth. He slathered those digits thickly with saliva, teasing the tip of his tongue over every crease and joint, shuddering low in his gut when their tips grazed near the back of his tongue. Fuck. He thought he might never have been this aroused in his life, and his hands twisted weakly against the grip on his wrists, wanting to touch... whether himself or the other, he wasn't even sure. Both, if he could have his way.

Sam's praise hit his ears and he groaned, headily, more loudly than before. His whole body pressed back against the other's - not in a shove or jolt this time, but catlike, smoothing himself against the other and just reveling in the heat and contact. He felt dizzy, and his cock ached. His legs, without his notice, slid just a little further apart. A bead of saliva built at the corner of his lips as his mouth worked, welled and then spilled, leaving a thin trail down the side of his chin. He couldn't find the agency to care.

and yet there's so much canon gay to icon.

[forcedreset]

[ the boldness of loki's words seems to thrill his brother - as it thrills loki himself. it all comes tumbling out of him without thought, his wants verbalized, unfiltered, for loki cannot think enough to censor himself. all pain, all discomfort is washed away, and loki is lost to the pleasure of it all, drowning in it willingly, he does not fight these feelings.

and then thor is shifting, leaning, drawing loki's supple body along with him and he can only comply, lying prone against his brother's chest with his face tucked against his collar. despite the obvious difference in size they seem to fit together somehow, and loki nestles comfortably against his body as if he were made to settle here. at last thor seems to have thrown caution to the wind and his upward thrusts are jarring and deep but good, almost overwhelming, and loki cries out against him but this time it is in pleasure, in yearning. the fit of thor's cock within him is almost impossibly tight, all consuming, filling him in a way that loki had never conceived possible, a way that he had never thought to explore.

there are upsides to this place, it seems. ]

Yours, yes, yours -

[ it is a tease of course, and entirely untrue, for loki can never truly belong to anyone and yet if he were ever to have an owner it would be this man, his broad and mighty brother, the only being in these vast realms that loki can claim to love with the entirety of his being, absolutely, completely, unconditionally. loki's arms wind about him, his hands search for his face, glide along his jaw and his throat, touching, feeling, clinging to thor and riding his sharp upward thrusts, hyperfocused on the slipslide of thor's cock, on the shape of his jaw, the planes of his chest, everything he can reach. loki pants and gulp breaths, he mouths the ridge of thor's collar and grinds against his belly, writhing and thrashing and clutching to him with his thighs, his toes spread over the covers, digging down for purchase. these feelings are rising within him, boiling and bubbling and loki's tongue is weighed by it - he is too lost to string together proper sentences, proper entreaties. yes, thor, yes, brother, brother, brother -- ]

[luciferspromdress]

Sam was so hard at this point, it was a wonder he could focus on anything else. He wasn't experienced with guys and he definitely never went after those obviously younger than him... but he couldn't find it in himself to regret it at this point.

Not with the way Sasuke moved against him, sucked on his fingers in a way that made him wish he'd demanded the other get on his knees for him. He should be worried, just how into dominating this kid he was getting, what a thrill he was getting off the power.

Slowly he drew his hand back away from his mouth and moved it down his body to where his legs were spread. He pressed a slick digit against Sasuke's entrance, teasing the tight muscle. He barely resisted a moan as he coaxed him to relax. Sam's other hand finally relented and released Sasuke's hands in favor of bracing himself against the wall. "Don't try to get away."

He wasn't really worried about it though, not with how eager he seemed.

[theonlyzenone]

Water on and his hand moved back to tangle in her hair, pull her n for another kiss even as she worked on undoing his pants. His hips pushed forward a little into that teasing touch. Seemed to be all he needed to start working on her clothes, really.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

She makes an impatient noise against his lips as she struggles with the zipper before she finally gets it undone, sliding one hand in to fondle him while the other pushes his shirt up, trying to get it over his head and onto the floor. She can hear the water running, and all she wants is to push him into the stall and start running the soap over him.

yes, but i can only use each one so many times

[featherheaded]

[The words repeated are more than enough-- Thor's mind is washed with desire, and there is only the sound, and some vague meaning of the words Loki's said before: the more, the yours, and brother, always. It's a bond that binds them, and if Thor must be brought to this strange place and stripped of power, whispered promises of sex and pleasure-- and if Loki must be brought here as well-- There are none better to share such a place with than each other, none other who would better understand, and forgive, and love unconditionally despite what the nature of this place might bring.]

[There is no room for worry, or anticipation, or anything now, regardless. Anything but passion is ignored in favor of the feel of Loki's slight weight, the wet of his mouth and his spilling words, the slide of his cock against Thor's stomach as he rolls his hips against him, and the squeeze, the slide around Thor's cock.]

[His hands find Loki's thighs, and he grips and spreads him wide as he ruts into him, a rough rhythm found and lost with each of Loki's pouring words that sear his blood, the blind his vision and dull every sense but touch, which seems to double as the feelings build, and everything good becomes more, sensitive skin tingles, and he thrusts deep, deep, until he's overwhelmed, grips Loki's thighs hard and moans low as he he spills, rolling his hips up, erratic and slowing, but balls-deep still as the way's made more slippery with his come.]

HAAAAY-AAAYY-AAAY- AY AY

[forcedreset]

[ oh by the nine that feeling, that feeling --

thor's come spills into him like a torrent, the rush of warmth is unmistakable and loki knows it for what it is immediately. thor fills him and fills him and fills him, pumping him with seed until the way is made slick with it, until loki wonders how he manages to stay within him, for all of the slipperiness there.

but these thoughts are jumbled and groundless for loki cannot think, he cannot breathe - thor has fallen into the precipice and he drags loki with him, sucking them both down into this heated climax that he has no choice but to follow with his own. and before thor is even finished loki is coming against his belly, jerking his hips down and moaning in a high and keening way that sounds almost injured though it is anything but. white lights explode behind his closed eyelids and loki jerks, writhes, clings to thor as the pleasure crashes over him in brutal waves - coming this way, it is entirely different from being touched, far more intense, striking chords within him that threaten to overwhelm.

and by the time it passes loki is left panting and whining and trembling, clutching to thor with white-knuckled hands as he catches his breath against his brother's collar, where red welts are already rising where loki sank his teeth against him. ]

[fantheflame]

When Sam pulled his fingers away, Sasuke parted his lips, opened his mouth wide enough to let most of the coating saliva remain slathered over the digits, rather than brushed back into Sasuke's mouth as it would be with a sucking withdrawal. And, hard as he was breathing, he couldn't bring himself to close it again, panting open-mouthed, little hitches and gasps of breath quietly dropping from his lips.

And, when Sam touched his entrance, a sharper, louder gasp, chased immediately by a moan. Also open-mouthed, and so, loud and desperate. He shuddered, face heating again, but an attempt to grit his teeth lasted only a second before he was gasping all over again. "Fuck..."

At first, his hands fell limp when released, dragging down the wall just to brace palms against the cool surface on either side of himself, grounding, steadying. One slid down then, slowly, finding and palming his length and forcing him to release another, softer groan. The ache subsided with a few quick pumps, and his hips twitched, pressing hopefully back toward the finger that was making something else twitch. The world swayed. His left hand, still on the wall, dropped just enough that he could brace his whole forearm to steady; his other left his cock and dug nails in at his own thigh. Steady.

"Gods you're a fucking tease, aren't you?" No, no need to worry about Sasuke even thinking about trying to get away.

no. no. i h8 u.

[featherheaded]

[Through his ebbing pleasure, Thor feels and hears Loki tense and whine against him, and Thor's hands slide slow and heavy over Loki's back, to grip in his hair and the back of his neck, hold and soothe and keep him close as Loki comes and shivers against him, then stills, and all is hot and wet, but quieter, and numbing.]

[And ah, Thor feels satisfied and peaceful in a way he hasn't in... what might be years. It may be this place, this insidious piece of technology in his skull, telling him in pleasured waves to calm, and rewarding him for doing as they like. But whether it's by the city's design or simply a natural result of good, hard sex, Thor doesn't care, can't bring himself to care, when he feels so soothed, so at peace.]

[They're filthy and over-heated, and the pain where Loki bit him is a dull, faint ache. But it's a good feeling still to be this way, to feel exhausted and accomplished, with Loki's slack weight and warmth still pressed over him. Thor is loathe to move, to end it all yet. His hands stroke slow over Loki's back and through his hair, and he rests, leaving Loki to recover slow, until he feels ready enough to move, and clean, and inevitably talk, as Loki so likes to do.]

I SAY HAY. WHAT'S GOIN AWN.

[forcedreset]

[ ah yes, there shall be talking, but not just yet, not now. loki is spent and sated, he is warm and weary and messy and comfortable despite it all. thor's broad hands sweep over his back, against his sweat-dampened skin, and loki sprawls over him like a blanket, still hooked tightly over him and for now unwilling to move.

but at last he turns his head to kiss the lightly bruising welts at thor's collar, and he hums low and contented, kissing, kissing, kissing, peppering them where he can reach while his arms lift to tangle, loose and skinny, around his brother's neck.

and up comes his head, his chin resting against thor's chest, his eyes still glazed and sleepy beneath the thick fan of dark lashes, a curling smile playing over his mouth. his dark hair is a mess of cowlicks that stick to his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, and loki knows that he must look a thoroughly molested mess but he's disinclined to care. ]

.. Well.

out. just get right out.

[featherheaded]

[Thor's eyes had closed as he relaxed, and stayed that way until prompted again by Loki's voice. He opens them to the sight of Loki smiling, a beautifully debauched mess, and looking like a pleased cat for it.]

Mm. [Thor lifts his eyebrows and hums, but doesn't bother with any other sort of response. One hand, he drags heavy and clumsily through Loki's hair, and brushes his thumb across Loki's forehead, over his cheek and across his bottom lip and chin in a lazy gesture of affection.]

[His precious and very young brother, ruined at last. This, like everything, is Loki's fault, Thor thinks.]

[He finds some energy, and sits up a bit with a groan for the strain of his heavy muscles. As he moves, his softening cock slips out in an uncomfortable mess of sticky come across Loki's thighs, pooling in the sheets beneath. There will be laundry to do then, as well, but later.]

[Thor wraps his arms around Loki's waist and flips him, until his back is pressed to the sheets, and Thor kisses Loki again with affection instead of lust, across his neck, his collar, his chest, and his ribs, hands dragging as he does. Now that the overpowering neediness has past, the deed done, he takes the chance to enjoy his brother's company fully, now that he has him to kiss and touch this way. It's been far too long, and Loki then was never so compliant.]

[Or small enough to make compliant, either.]

:D but im so cute.

[forcedreset]

[ thor has always been one to counter words with action, and now, it seems, is no different. rather than offer any sort of answer, thor flips him onto his back, presses him into the covers, kisses him all over, all over, and loki may be spent but it sets him to shivering nonetheless. thor shuts him up rather effectively (and distracts him from the mess between his thighs, to boot), and for a good while loki can do nothing but breathe and cling to him, his white hands splayed over thor's tawny back.

thor's kisses are sweet and affectionate, there is great love in them, devotion and possession; his brother has certainly made good use of him, taken him and marked him and claimed him and loki cannot pretend not to like it. ]

Brother.. [ he whispers, closing his eyes and arching his body, his hands finding thor's hair and twisting themselves into it. ] You've made a mess of me. I hope you're satisfied.

[7th_was_closest]

"Maybe we can be friends." It was a genuine offer and Ion did feel like they could get along.

[pulledfromthepit]

[One of Dean's hands releases the sheets to reach up and take hold of his own cock. He starts stroking himself in time with Mello's thrusting. Staying focused on anything is difficult with the pace Mello's setting and Dean's just fine with that. It's been a while since he's had the chance to just enjoy a good, hard fuck. He doesn't try to stop himself from getting lost in it, each jolt of impact sending sparks of pleasure through his body.]

[theonlyzenone]

He smirks against her lips before he pulls away entirely, taking a step back to start tugging off his shirt. "Worry about your own clothes and getting in the shower. I'll handle these."

Quicker they were both naked, the quicker they got to touch after all.

[luciferspromdress]

"What, tired of teasing?" Sam asked casually before pushing his finger in a little harder and deeper. He twisted it teasingly, working the tight muscle loose as he crooked it inside him. Sasuke was so hot, so tight... it was almost too much to take, really. He wanted more, but he had a feeling it would be so much better drawing this part out.

Besides, rough was one thing, but Sam had enough mind left to realize hurting him for real wasn't what he wanted.

As soon as the younger man was able to accept his first finger easily, he withdrew it, pressing two back in its place. He pushed them in deep, twisting and curling them. "So hot," he breathed, teeth raking carefully along the back of his neck again.

"Looks like you're not going to be able to wait much longer, huh?"

[sawyourwolfjunk]

On the one hand, noooo, body moving away. On the other, she saw the logic in that and began to undo and tug at her own clothes. She had to lean back against the wall to lift her leg and unzip her knee-high boots, but once they were off, she stepped out of both them and her pants, pushing her panties down to follow before her shirt and bra joined the ever-growing pile on the floor. Then she was back to reaching for him, tugging him into the cubicle with a smile. "Come get wet and soapy, Daryl."

[halfassed]

"Yeah."

He goes for his clothes. Feels like saying something absurd like I'll call you. "Thank you," he says, instead. He feels ... better, now. Steadier. It's okay. It's not awful. He's a total crackpot, but there's still something there, something beneath all of his fractured loyalties.

He just hasn't found it yet.

[theonlyzenone]

Daryl paused for a moment, just watching her strip out of her clothes and taking in the sight. His cock twitched interestedly and he bit at his lower lip. He followed her tug and leaned into her. "Fine, since you're insistin'."

First though, he let his hands rest at her hips and smoothed them up her sides, just exploring a little, using the hold to tug her in closer.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

There was still a hum of urgency, the need to finish what they'd started, but without the barrier of their clothes impeding the sensation, she could feel the heat of him as he pressed against her. Skin to skin, she let out an sigh of satisfaction as she lifted up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips.

She could almost slow down. Almost not feel like something was pushing her to take him inside her. Almost. But the feel of his hands skimming over her had her shivering slightly, skin prickling as she rested her hands on his chest for a moment, just trying to get her head back in its own place.

[unified]

"I will warn you, my race stays on dry land." A quiet cough, then -- "Unless you believe ice, and frozen land, counts for it. Csilla is a cold place."

He leans forward. "Do you enjoy art?"

This, perhaps, is the question most key to deciding whether or not he would share a bed with her.

no memes during the climax of sex logs. no.

[featherheaded]

[Thor smiles against Loki's stomach, and a drags a thumb through the mess he's made there.] Yes. I am.

[Satisfied in many ways, to have his brother here. Satisfied by his body, by the love of him, by the honesty he's shown. His changed brother, who is all the things he has loved in his brother before and still: clever and stubborn, beautiful and strange. But with kindness instead of malice. With love for Thor where he is so used to hate.]

[Thor trusts his young brother now, which is a thing of Loki he could never before have said. Yes. He's satisfied.]

[He pulls himself then back up, a hand rested in the bedsheets at either of Loki's sides, leans close enough to keep Loki caged by his body, and meet his eyes.] But surely you feel less so. Loki, asker of questions that should not be asked. Loki, the ever-curious.

[fantheflame]

As soon as Sam pushed that finger inside of him, something hitched up tight inside Sasuke's chest released, and a low, long moan spilled out, pitch shifting just a little as Sasuke's head fell slowly back. His hips rolled back, pushing back onto the intruding finger, wordlessly begging for more of this touch. The crooks and wriggles of the other's finger inside him earned a series of quick twitches, low grunts. And when the second pushed inside, the moan that it incited was loud, higher-pitched, shuddering out as both hands shifted again to dig nails at the wall.

The touch of teeth again, coupled with this deep, searching touch, had dark eyes rolling back under half-fluttering eyelids. A soft, too-high little note like an aborted keening noise found its way out between gritted teeth when Sam spoke. "Please..." he heard himself say it only distantly, and immediately clenched his teeth hard shut again. Fuck.

but i cant help my whimsy.

[forcedreset]

[ loki's eyes lift to thor's face, and in his brother's eyes he can read his plain emotions; thor has never been one to hide. and to see the love there, to see the trust..

there's a warmth in his heart like a blossom unfurling. loki smiles. ]

There are no such things as questions that should not be asked!

[ his hands, still in thor's hair, slide to the sides of his face and loki tugs gently, pulling him into a kiss, warm and slow and good, and with the heat gone now loki can truly appreciate the feel of it, the shape of thor's mouth, his taste. this should feel strange, shouldn't it? but it doesn't. it feels so simple, so easy, so natural. when he pulls away again loki keeps him close, breathes a warm sigh against his mouth. ]

But you know me so well. [ he smiles again, impishly. ] I'm sure you can imagine that I have many. You did your best to distract me from them - and most successfully! - but you cannot stop me indefinitely.

[ but it's here that loki falters, and chews his lower lip. how exactly does one .. start a conversation of this nature .. ]

.. but, ah. Well. Thor, I - hm. This is all very awkward, but ah, um. Have we done this before?

[ it's a pain, sometimes, having no memories. ]

[nauticalnarr8or]

"I've lived on the sea since I was big enough to steal a rowboat, but I can't breathe it if I go under," she tells him, while she considers her answer. "I certainly wouldn't hold a lack of gills against you."

Her expression is sober, a little melancholy; in the constant churning dogfight of survival on Alternia, there was precious little space for art.

"It depends upon whose art, I suppose. The blood-spatter collages of the Empress's enforcers are tantrum and propaganda as much as anything else. They dominate the visual medium in our culture, and I have never been enamored with them. But I've loved poetry and drama since before I lost my grublegs. And I wouldn't be a pirate if I didn't crave beautiful things."