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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

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:

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.

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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.

TAG IN
- Post your character's name, canon, and preferences.
- Set up an opener in your comment or leave it blank.
- Tag around and have fun!

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[Premise]
[Rules]
[F.A.Q.]
[Locations]
[Local Citizens (NPC)]
[Taken]
[Wanted]
[Reserves]
[Application]
[Main]
[Logs]
[OOC]

Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.

Threads can also count towards third and first person samples on the application, just provide links.

Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!

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I'll try to quell my disappointment.

[Dean flashes him a grin as they pause outside the room for Mello to unlock it. His hand's moved from the arm, across his shoulder and neck, and down his back.

Inside the room, once the door is closed, Dean pushes into Mello's personal space and kisses him hard. His hands move to smooth down Mello's chest and sides.]

[Dean wastes no time, and that is probably for the better — it keeps Mello from thinking and planning, from keeping himself too distant and unengaged. Initially, Mello tries to resist kissing back, but the anticipation of this moment has been so built up, and there's so much contact, that he's pulled in and far from unwilling as those hands move down his body. He returns the kiss, finally matching Dean's hunger with his own, and as he is kissing and Dean is touching, Mello's hands slip under Dean's shirt, feeling the skin beneath and slowly guiding the shirt upward — until he pulls back long enough to try and guide it over Dean's head.

He's so far gone already, so into this — he should be enraged at himself, but all he can think about is getting Dean undressed, getting swept away by this chip-induced longing to take him.]

[Dean's arms go up instantly to help remove his shirt. Playing it cool is easy when he's not given so much leave to touch and taste. Now that he is, the need has kicked in so hard he's having a difficult time focusing on anything but more contact.

Exploring the leather is nice, but he wants what's under it now. He reaches for the zipper on the sleeveless shirt and pulls it down quickly, hands moving to map out the newly bared skin once it's open.]

[It's almost a shock, the sensation of Dean's hands against the skin of his torso. Mello isn't innocent, but he has focused so hard on the Kira case that physical contact with other people has never been a priority. Now, it's all he can think about, and he wants more of this — of Dean.

Mello shrugs the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then he kisses Dean again, his tongue finding Dean's, hands roaming down his back, over his ass, and then back along the hem of his jeans to the front so he can start undoing the buttons.]

[While they kiss, Dean's hands smooth down lower and stroke over Mello's thighs, back around to his ass, and then front again. His hand cups the outline of Mello's cock and squeezes, rubbing it under the heel of his hand. He wants them off, but first, he's got to enjoy that leather a little more.

He pants against Mello's lips, pulling back to nip along his jaw and down his neck. His hips rock into the touch of Mello's hands, encouraging him to strip him faster. Eventually, he moves to do the same, fingers working at the button and zipper quickly.]

[Mello takes a short, gasping breath as Dean's hand finds his cock. Even with the leather as a barrier between skin-to-skin contact, the touch is arousing — more so, perhaps, because Mello has been in a self-imposed dry spell for too long. Against his better judgment, he pushes his hips forward into Dean's hand.

He tries to stay focused despite that yearning, shoving Dean's clothes down until they're around his legs, and pulling back from Dean's lips just long enough to allow a smirk as his hand now finds Dean's cock. He eases around it, teasingly, down and under his balls, until he finally wraps his hand around Dean's cock.

And then he's close to undressed himself, eager for further contact.]

[Dean toes off his boots and kicks the jeans aside. Naked is good and the faster they're both naked is even better. He pushes Mello's pants down even as his hips start to thrust forward into the touch of his hands. Hard to focus, yes, but oh so worth it.

And, what the hell. If the's going to indulge himself, he might as well go all the way. Once Mello's pants are out of the way, he pulls back from Mello's hand and sinks to his knees. Hands are good, but this is better.

His lips close around the head of Mello's cock and slowly take him in deeper.]

[Mello, too, shoves the rest of his clothes away, chip and desire to overcome such hunger for contact officially gone from his mind. Under normal circumstances, he might be concerned about his vulnerability — about a play for power, which he would want to win — but even that is difficult to keep in mind when being touched and touching in return. And when Dean kneels and takes him in his mouth — all coherent thought easily leaves his mind.

As the warmth of Dean's mouth envelops his cock, Mello lets out an unrestrained gasp. His hand finds Dean's head and rest there, encouraging more as his fingers grab his hair and Mello's hips push into the sensation. He bites back a moan, encouraging Dean to take even more of him, pushing deeper.]

[Fortunately, this is something Dean's not only practiced with, but good at. He doesn't miss a beat when Mello pushes in deeper. He sucks hard, working his tongue against the underside of the shaft. His hands grip Mello's hips, keeping him from going too deep, but that's not as much of a concern as enjoying the additional contact. The hands in his hair feel good, too, and push him to work harder at Mello's cock, groaning softly around it.]

[Dean may be practiced, but Mello is not. For someone as focused on a goal as he is, sexuality had been shoved aside in favor of more important things. The sensation of Dean's mouth sucking his cock is therefore overwhelming, and it takes everything that Mello to hold back. His hands clench in Dean's hair, and then finally Mello tries to stop Dean while he is still ahead and able to hang in a little longer.]

Wait —

[Strained, overwhelmed, but still somewhat strong of a command, and it's coupled with a rough pull of Dean's hair in an attempt to get his attention. He doesn't want this to end here, like this. No, if they're doing this, Mello is going to go all-in — as he does with anything he attempts in his life. No way is he going to give in so easily, over something so minor.]

[Dean lets the yank on his hair pull him back. His lips slide off Mello's cock and he sits back on his heels, looking up at him. His hands stay on Mello's hips, thumbs stroking the skin idly.]

Yeah?

[Mello is breathless and still reeling, but Dean's compliance gives him the opportunity to get control over himself again. He nods toward the bed.]

Get on it.

[And he himself approaches it, trying to form a quick plan of action in his mind. Dean had caught him off guard and the chip in his head had made it hard to think, but Mello is now ready to take charge of the situation. He wants Dean — especially after that — but he wants him on his own terms. Being sucked off feels amazing, but not amazing enough for Mello to accept being brought to climax so easily.]

[He's not usually so quick to give up control to strangers, but the chip in his head is pushing him to give in to his desires and hell if that isn't one that's right at the top.

He gets to his feet slowly, dragging his tongue up the length of Mello's body from his cock, up his stomach and chest, and up along his neck. Once he's on his feet, he wanders over to the bed and sprawls on it, laying on his back and giving Mello a lazy grin.]

And now?

[Despite himself, Mello inhales audibly as Dean's tongue travels up his body. He remains ridged, carefully trying not to get sucked back into his desire, although it's incredibly difficult, and Mello nearly decides to forgo his instruction.

But then Dean complies — lays himself on the bed for the taking. Mello doesn't hesitate — as soon as Dean gives him that grin, he's beside him on the bed, looking down at him, responding with a smirk of his own. Self-control is difficult, with the chip and the way Dean presents himself, but it will be worth it. Though he's erect and very aroused, Mello is feeling more like himself — more in control once again.]

And now, shut up.

[He moves from looking down at Dean's face to his chest, breath grazing over his chest, his stomach, his cock — where Mello pauses to dip down and lick it, taking it in his mouth for one firm, bobbing suck before he releases it again.

Then Mello licks his index finger, which he then uses to tease the outside of Dean's asshole. Keeping his finger pressed against it, he leans over so that he's once again looking down at Dean's face, and smiles.]

Deep breath.

((Sorry sorry for the delay! I was overwhelmed by the game opening and all the tags and such!))

[Dean laughs softly at the order for silence, but he goes quiet. It's not like he isn't happy to hand over control if that's what Mello wants. Dean's fine taking orders.

He lays back and sighs softly when Mello's mouth moves over him. His hips shift slight, but he keeps from moving too much, since he doesn't know how experienced Mello is and doesn't want to choke him. Then its over and no longer a concern, anyway.

His gaze meets Mello's and he grins, pushing back slightly against his finger. He takes the ordered breath and waits. It's not enough lubrication and it's going to be rough, but... there's something to be said for rough now and then.]

((No problem! I have been kept hopping, too.))

[Mello may not be the most skilled at fucking, but he has enough sense to realize that spit is not the best lubricant. It's what is available, however, and so he pushes his finger inside slowly. He's careful, not wanting to hurt Dean or make this into something other than pleasure, but he also does not hesitate or pause. He uses his free hand to grab Dean's cock, stroking it as his finger moves inside. Meanwhile, he watches Dean's face for his reaction.]

[It's not the most comfortable feeling at first, but he's had much worse so he doesn't fight it. He lays still and focuses on breathing and staying relaxed, letting Mello's finger do the work. The hand on his cock distracts him from those plans nicely and he shudders, hips rolling a little to move into the stroking hand and push back against the intruding finger.]

[Grinning, Mello picks up the pace of his stroking and begins to fuck Dean's ass with his finger — slowly at first, but as Dean becomes more accommodating and seems to loosen up a little, he moves quicker. Getting sucked off had felt amazing, but this is even better, in Mello's opinion — more his style and, if it were possible, even more arousing. He has a keen interest in the way Dean moves against him, eyes alternating from his face to his hips.]

[This is one of Dean's favorite parts. He likes the feeling of a good, slow, finger fucking leading up into something better. Mello's grin is returned easily. He's happy to be watched, grinding himself down shamelessly on Mello's fingers as they move inside him.]

[Mello enjoys fucking Dean like this, and therefore continues, gradually increasing his pace. It's not enough for him, though — watching and using his hands can only take him so far — not when he himself is hard and desiring more. After pumping harder and harder, trying to get Dean close — he pulls his hands away, saying nothing, before going to rummage around the room — in the draws of the nightstand, in particular. In a city based entirely on sex, there has to be lube just laying around. And sure enough, he finds some, returning to the bed and waving it over Dean.]

Look what I found.

[It's easy to fall into it, letting himself lay back and just feel the way Mello's hands work on and in him. He fights to hold back, but the determined touching has him right on the edge by the time Mello pulls back. Dean gives a groan of disappointment, looking up to watch as he rummages.

Then he can't help but laugh a little, breathlessly, at the triumphant return.]

Color me not terribly surprised. Grateful, but not surprised.

[Mello can't say he's surprised either. If the city wants them to fuck, it's only logical for it to be well-stocked with objects conducive to such actions. He wastes no time in using the lube to lather up his cock — the wait has been long enough. He tosses the bottle aside, then guides Dean's legs further apart and upward, positioning himself so that he can continue to watch Dean as he fucks him — really fucks him this time.

He isn't going to be considerate this time, either. There's no warning for Dean to take a deep breath — as soon as he's positioned properly, Mello starts to press himself inside — taking a deep breath of his own as he does so, the sensation and warmth overwhelming.]

[There's a time for considerate and there's a time for getting on with it. Dean's more than ready for the getting on with it part when Mello finally starts to push in. He groans and grits his teeth. There's pain, but it's nothing he can't handle and what'll come after is enough incentive to want this.

He lays back and wills his body to relax and accept the intrusion. He doesn't try to guide; Mello's doing fine on his own.]

[And then Mello is inside. He takes a moment to pause as he gets accustomed to the feeling — it's almost too much to even think about moving at first — and takes a deep breath of his own. Then he starts to move. At first, the thrusts are somewhat conservative — he has to restrain himself so that he doesn't lose control — but he soon acclimates and the thrusts become a little harder, a little faster. Then, longer thrusts — easing out as much as feasible before pushing back in.

Fuck.

It's hard to think, even harder to remember that he had qualms with the idea of giving in.]

[The slow start gives Dean all the time he needs to adjust. Then, when Mello starts moving faster, harder, he's ready to meet each thrust. His legs wrap loosely around Mello's waist and his body rocks up into each thrust, meeting him with equal force.

His expression twists with pleasure and he groans from deep in his chest, hands fisting tightly in the sheets beneath him.]

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