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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!
 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. 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. 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 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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[And when Loki is settled enough, and moves-- Thor groans with wanting at the feel, a deep growl in his throat, and bites gently at Loki's lip. Yes, more, more of that. His hands slide to Loki's hips to guide and encourage him to move like that, move more. Even the smallest movement of his hips sends shivers through him now, pressed deep and squeezing as he is.]
[And already he imagines taking more, pushing Loki back, flipping him, and drilling into his as he likes. But there will be time enough for such things. Loki is virginal and new still, and to be treasured and cared for. The roughness Thor likes-- There will be time enough for it, if not now, then some other time.]
fatty boombalatty
nevertheless, thor is pleased. and the encouraging pull of his hands, the low growls in his throat - sounds that loki has never before heard - drive him to eagerness. loki loves to learn new things, and better still, he loves to excel at them, to please and impress, and who better to please and impress than thor, who loki is always, consistently doing all he can to prove himself to?
again, loki shifts his hips. small, short movements, a shallow grind, hardly deeper than the last, but movement still. it's as a hot spike driving into him, still uncomfortable, still sharp, but stirring something within him, pressing, he thinks, to that still-mysterious spot within him, though not pressing hard enough yet to override the pain with pleasure.
it is coming, though. with every slippery slide of his hips the discomfort lessens, his body adapts, and loki begins, tentatively, to enjoy the feel of it. surely his heightened libido contributes - and also, surely, that it is thor whose hands are upon him - but nevertheless, he is accommodating. loki murmurs something incoherent against his brother's mouth, pulls his hands forward to cage thor's face with them, his thumbs gliding over the sharp, broad ridges of his cheekbones as he parts his lips and encourages thor to plunge deeper, deeper with tongue and cock alike, with another, easier roll of his hips, this one less shallow even than the last. ]
all 640 lbs of godman for your pleasure bby
[Thor answers greedily, claiming Loki's mouth again, kissing deep with pressing tongue, pulling his hips with wide, hard hands, and shifting his hips as he does-- rolling slowly upward to meet Loki's shallow downward thrusts. To take him, finally, if gently still.]
[Well. Gently for Thor, for Asgardians, which is ungentle, still, but with care. His hands press up Loki's sides, to thumb his nipples, and press into the curve of his back, before dragging them down again, to squeeze and spread Loki's ass, and encourage his motion to greater speed and depth.]
and 4'4 of pale pasty skinny boy for your.. pleasure ...... ?
but he won't. he wouldn't. thor is hard and stony and rough but he is not cruel. he is kind, and beneath all of that strength beats a heart that is large and warm and full of love, a love misplaced, perhaps, but it is in loki's hands nonetheless, cupped in his palms, warm and vibrant and undying. soon enough, loki will repay him for this. soon enough.
but for now, slowness. relative slowness, at least. thor continues to guide him, continues to pull at him, and when his brother's hips jerk upward loki gasps at the feel of it, a sound now more pleasured than pained. they are establishing a pace, a rhythm, shallow but quickening. loki grows braver, more reckless, his hips rising further and further still and thor's cock, still thick and long and much too big, slides easily within him, well facilitated by this artificial and yet so wonderfully proficient lubrication.
brother, he whispers into the kiss, his words rushing breaths. thor, oh thor - all of loki's mind is consumed by him, the twitch of his cock within loki's body, the rough feel of his hands that move over loki's body as if to claim ownership, the intimate touch of his mouth, the slide of his tongue; loki is swallowed by these things, driven to boldness, discomfort fleeing in the face of rising pleasure, rising need. his hands slide over thor's collarbone, over his biceps and his chest and to his jaw again, touching what they can find, his body slip-sliding as a thin sweat films him. ]
hot.
Loki. [Thor answers, grip slipping against wet skin, and still pulling hard as Loki grows ever bolder, as the rhythm of their hips and bodies builds. He kisses him, open-mouthed, hard and plundering still, between gasped and rushing words.] More words. [He asks in a voice low with wanting, and presses his face to Loki's jaw again, biting and kissing, and leaving marks high on his neck, laving his neck to better free the mouth he loves, to speak and moan if he likes.]
[And Thor's hands grip and pull, and he rolls his hips up, pressing deep and rocking fast enough to shift the unsteady little bed with each rough thrust, turned rougher as Thor's pleasure builds, and lust begins slowly more to blunt his actions.]
totally.
now that a rhythm has been established, now that loki has opened himself up to the feeling and grown accustomed to thor's size and moderate roughness, his pleasure is rising in waves. thor's mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of his throat, kissing and sucking bruises to the surface, growling lewd requests as thor's teeth rake his straining tendons. words, thor asks for, and it is words that are loki's forte. ]
Brother, brother -- [ he gasps out, tilting his head to further expose throat and collar, his hands in thor's hair to encourage him and guide him as loki grinds down still into his lap, onto his cock. ] You have ruined me, Thor, ruined me for any other; take me, oh please, take me, don't stop, never stop, I need you --
[ loki surprises himself with his own boldness, with words the like of which he has never before spoken, never needed to speak, but now that he has begun he finds it exciting. they pour forth from him unbidden, lewd enough to bring a renewed flush to his face. ]
Yes, yes - is this good for you, my brother? [ a gasp, ah - ] Does it feel good to take me, to use me, to fuck me? To make me your own? Tell me -
i need to icon fanart porn already but... canon icons.
[But he enjoys it, the vulgarities, enjoys the sound of such words in Loki's voice, broken by heavy breaths and gasps as he moves, wanton and willing, and writhes like a snake against the hard muscle, the unmoving wall of Thor's stomach and chest.]
[Unmoving, until he moves-- leans back against the headboard and pulls Loki forward as he does, to lying more prone against him. And Thor wraps an arm around his back to keep him there, as he uses the leverage of his shoulders against the bed to lift his hips, to thrust in deep as he keeps Loki pressed against him, and fuck as he deserves for such words, take and claim, as Loki says, hard as Thor likes.]
Such words-- [He bends forward against Loki to press his mouth to Loki's ear as he speaks,] From my young brother. [Thor's voice is a throaty whisper all but growled from his overpowering lust.] Only mine. [He murmurs such words, their meaning all but lost to the feel, the smell, the sound all of Loki, the heat and stickiness of his lithe body as they writhe against one another, as Thor fucks him deep, splits him wide with each quickened thrust.]
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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 -- ]
yes, but i can only use each one so many times
[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
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. ]
no. no. i h8 u.
[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.
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.
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.
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.
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[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.
but i cant help my whimsy.
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. ]
the face i am making at your rn.
[Thor is warm and comfortable with Loki naked beneath him, smiling childishly, and pulling him close with small, tugging hands. He would give Loki anything he asked this way, and it's a lucky thing, then, that Loki is truly changed, his trust not falsely placed. Honesty is the least of what he would give.]
You were different then. [After a brief pause, he adds.] As was I. But, yes.
We are brothers, have been Odin's children, raised by him together since a time before I can remember. We were inseparable then in all ways, before the fissure came, before our differences divided us, and love turned to hatred. And bound by brotherhood and the ties of fate still, even after.
[It seems strange to him, that Loki should not know such things. But he is happy enough to learn it all again, to relive again that happy childhood, now that he has patience and wisdom enough to appreciate it. He presses his face again to Loki's neck, cants his head against his hands.] You wonder of the past, but does it matter? We are each other's now.
[Thor prefers to live in the present whenever he can. And this present, the warmth of Loki's skin under his mouth and the motion of his hands, spent and exhausted and satisfied, and together, is a good one.]
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but nevertheless, loki listens. he listens and absorbs, he thinks about what it must have been like, what thor must have been like when he was young, what their childhood together had been like. it is .. painful, sometimes, to think of what he has lost, memories that he shall never regain, fond times that thor can reflect on, that loki shall never know. there is no other feeling like the blank in his mind, the emptiness where things should be. and yet, in the end .. it is better this way. those memories would poison him, they would twist him, and he is better off without them. ]
Well that is all very easy for you to say. But it does matter, because I ..
[ before he can finish, loki clamps his tongue. no, there is no reason to go further, no reason to explain it to thor, no reason to ruin this perfect, tender moment. thor could never understand how important it is to loki to know these things, to make for himself a patchwork image of his past. but loki presses from his mind these dark thoughts and instead focuses on his brother's words, on the rough sweetness of them, and he cannot help but smile. thor is not wrong. the norns have bound them together body and spirit - where there is thor there shall always be loki, as night always follows day, and he may be young still but somewhere in his old soul loki knows this great truth and accepts it. there is nothing that could ever tear them apart for good.
loki hums, and does not finish his sentence, only basks in his brother's warm affections, in the attentions that he so loves and craves. thor's body is warm and solid and loki is still filthy, sticky with sweat and cooling come but he cannot bring himself to move, he does not want to move. so instead he winds his slim arms around his shoulders and arches close, keeping their bodies pressed together, closing his eyes and nuzzling to thor's ear. there is no better feeling in this world than to be accepted, to be wanted. ]
Ah, well. I suppose we are, then, you and I. Bound forever. It is not so terrible a fate, I think.
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[What Loki means to say but doesn't is a mystery to Thor. From what Loki had said before they came to this place, he assumes it is fear. Loki means to learn his past so as not to follow the same path again, to become the hated and feared person of Asgardians and Avengers both. But why he doesn't continue the thought, Thor has no idea. He is quiet and sad, but Loki now is wont to be such things. He knows he is loved, and that must be enough. There is nothing better Thor can think to do for his young brother than protect and love him for as long as he allows.]
[It is a warm and tender moment, but there is responsibility still to consider. And Thor grows less comfortable as the air around them cools. He pulls away from Loki's embrace, kissing his forehead, then his wrists as he does, stands from the bed and walks the nine steps or so it takes to find the bath.]
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of course, no such miracle occurs, and loki is left instead with rolling silence and naught but his own confusing thoughts within his ears. i am better off without them, he must tell himself, again and again, i am better off without them and yet in many ways he still cannot help but feel jealous of that dusty, evil old bird, whose silence in loki's head is .. jarring, to say the least, and -
- no no. no thoughts of ikol. now is not the time for this. immediately loki cuts off his train of thought, forces himself up off of the bed, and tugs a(n only mildly stained) sheet over his skinny shoulders. loki wraps himself in it and swings his legs over the bed, padding the short distance to the room where thor is washing up. and loki stands in the open doorway, looking displaced and disheveled but smiling nonetheless. before he can even open his mouth to speak he catches sight of himself in the mirror and goodness gracious, what a mess he looks! his dark hair is wild, his fair skin is flushed still, but unevenly, and his throat and collar (and his shoulders, no doubt, beneath the sheet) are dark with deep, purpling bruises, evidence of his brother's affections. loki is proud and mortified and intrigued all at once, and he crosses the small room to crane his neck and get a closer examination. ]
Oh, Thor, look what you've done! You've made a mess of me.
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[He pads from the show spray with wet steps before pausing, naked and dripping wet, and untroubled by the state of himself. And there is Loki, who spoke, peering at himself in the mirror, appearing small against the sheet he's wrapped in, pale against the dark color of rising bruises. He is a mess, as he's said. And Thor is satisfied by it, as he'd said before.]
[He comes to stand behind Loki, and see what he sees in the mirror.] Made you mine. [He corrects, and touches with a large hand the spots of red and purple across Loki's neck, before cupping his jaw, and pulling his face away from the slowly fogging mirror and up, so that Thor might lean down and kiss him again: warm and welcoming, and deep.]
[Then after a pause to smile smugly, he takes Loki's neck at the scruff, and pushes him gently in the direction of the shower spray.] In.
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but then he's pulling away again and urging loki toward the shower and that's for the best, really. loki shrugs the sheet away and lets it fall where he stands, then does as bid and hops into the shower without resistance, though he turns his head briefly to nip the end of thor's thick index finger.
made you mine, thor had said, and loki smiles to himself as he rolls the words around in his head. it's such a nice thing to hear, but then again, loki has always been thor's, insomuch as loki can ever be anyone's. and he always shall be.
the hot water is a welcome feeling and loki spends rather a longer time beneath the spray than his brother had. he washes his hair, his face, he scrubs the cooled and drying come from his thighs and cannot help but smirk at the sight of it. loki rinses his mouth, scrubs his face again, and finally steps out of the shower some fifteen minutes later, shutting off the water and drying himself with a thick, fluffy towel, then swathing himself in another. one nice thing about being so small; every towel is overlarge. nevertheless, when loki pads noiselessly from the washroom again he is disheveled still, but thoroughly cleaned.
still bruised, though. ]
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[He shuts the door, and hunts down his clothes. The armor, he leaves in a pile by the door, to be collected later. The leggings and tunic he dons, and sits on the bed as he laces the leathers of his boots.]
[The water stops, and a moment later, there is Loki, looking small still in an over-large towel, cleaned now, at least. Thor stands, and crosses the room to run a hand through his wet hair, and kiss the top of his head.] Have you eaten today? [ Besides cones of spun sugar, he means.]
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or perhaps that's only the chip's work.
nevertheless, a change has occurred. and yet loki still feels at ease, as if this shift into something more is natural, simple, easy. because it is. loki turns his face into thor's broad palm, nuzzling nose and lips into its warmth before slipping past him, to gather his clothing. ]
Oh, yes! Bright cookies, and pink candied cotton, as well as a cake of funnel which was, I must admit, sugary and delicious, which means you would likely despise it, no doubt.
[ in other words, no. ]
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[He's less pleased by the list of confections Loki's eaten in the past day. A feast of sorts, though hardly what Thor had in mind.]
You know me well. [He watches Loki dress, and considers where more suitable sustenance might be found. This place, for all it demands pleasure, seems still more of Midgard than Asgard, and he doubts they would appreciate a hunt in, or outside of their city. Shopping, then.] I would have meat, instead. [His gaze loses focus for a moment, as he thinks of the funds they've told him of, references a map of the city in his mind.]
[It will do.]
Stay here, while I fetch us something more hearty than candy. [Drink as well, he silently decides, turning to fetch his helm and cape from their place beside the couch. He calls to Loki behind him but does not turn.] Let none enter. I'll return shortly.
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