Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.

CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE THE OVERFLOW Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. 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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Comments

[kingside]

Then I would have to say that it isn't arrogance so much as poise and confidence.

[bursting]

[ He actually laughs a little. Well-done, Lelouch. ]

[kingside]

[He allows himself a tiny smile in return, then refocuses on his sandwich. God forbid Setsuna actually start to think he might be starting to lower his guard around him.]

[bursting]

[ No. Just whatever's in that sandwich.

Hint: it's more than just sandwich. Don't look at him, though, he's perfectly innocent. For once. Kind of wants more tea, though. Kind of wants a lot more of that tea because it is indeed relaxing. Humming to himself: ]

I don't think white's really your color, though.

[kingside]

[Relaxing, yes, and so is this sandwich. There's a reason he's thinking nothing of borderline lounging on the bed now, free hand keeping him propped up, legs crossing. The sandwich is nearly gone, in fact, and don't think he's forgotten about his own tea.]

My preference runs toward black, in fact, but I felt white was more appropriate.

[And why are they talking about this?]

[bursting]

[ Because... because. May or may not be lounging next to you now. ]

I agree. It's more imperial.

[kingside]

[... Finding this somewhat objectionable, but he can't think of a way to express that without coming across as rude. He'll just polish off his sandwich instead, eyes closing to stave off sudden lightheadedness (where had that come from) before he once more picks up his tea. Maybe he's dehydrated? Either way, down the hatch it goes.]

You didn't have to push me so hard.

[bursting]

[ It's not like he's macking all over you, man, take a chill pill. Or two. Or have more tea, that seems to accomplish about the same thing. He's slurring a little, why is he slurring a little? The hell did they put in this tea, beer? Whatever. This is nice. You look nice, Lelouch. Hi. Is it hot in here, or is this thread just being subtly coerced towards a hotter direction? Maybe if he unbuttons his collar, that'll help. Definitely. ]

S'not my fault. Maybe if you ate more sandwiches. Put on more muscle.

[kingside]

[If anything, he's feeling worse (better?) after finishing his tea, and he stares somewhat blearily down at the now empty cup, swaying just a little. What was in that tea? Had there been something? Or is he just...

He shakes his head, growing dizzier by the moment. Down the cup goes, back on the tray, and he really, really wants to lie down, scoot over, he isn't feeling well.]

Something in the tea.

[And the sandwich. Hurrah, he's had a double dose of it, this can't possibly end well.]

[bursting]

[ A moment of thought, and... ]

Yup.

[ Oh, oops, he just flopped on top of you when you tried to push him over. How did that happen? Whatever, you're comfortable, if a little on the bonier side. Just shift a bit, would you, your skin's nice and soft and you've got a nice smell, pleasant, and you're warmer than he is at the moment. ]

Didn't mean for it to happen. Might want to leave. Regrettable outcomes.

[ Yeah, right, as if either of them could manage now. Hang on, your hair smells even better, taking a whiff. Mmm. ]

[kingside]

Regrettable outcomes?

[If he sounds faint as he asks it, it's probably because he is, and he drags his eyes open for a second or two before giving up and shutting them again, head swimming. Stop that, dammit, stop being drugged, he has to...]

What are you doing?

[bursting]

[ Burying his head in your shoulder? Wait, no. Stopping that. Except not. Nice shoulder you've got there. ]

Sorry. Can't help it.

[kingside]

[He shouldn't be nearly so aware of Setsuna's body heat as the other man settles in against him. Should not. That doesn't change the fact that he is, however, and although he does his best to hide his shiver, the other can likely feel it.

It's too hot in this tiny hotel room. Far too hot.]

Can't help what?

[bursting]

[ He can, and it's nice, too, everything about this man, this little emperor in pretty, pretty clothes, is nice, from head to toe. He's also got a nice mouth, even if it's snappy and rude. Innovades were considered superhuman for many reasons, their flawlessly androgynous features among them, and Lelouch's prove just as smooth when he traces a finger along his jaw, nuzzling underneath his chin. ]

This.

[kingside]

[Oh god, and he swallows hard, an unsteady hand lifting to try and push Setsuna away. It stops before it can make much progress, though, falling limply in a half-drape around the man on top of him, utterly useless. Why--]

Stop. Please.

[bursting]

[ Stop. Please. The phrase definitely registers, even in his drug-addled mind, but with that arm laced about him now, the instinctive jerk on his end is somewhat pointless. He could probably move away with enough effort, but he's dizzy, and Lelouch is right there, and...

No. Stop.

Setsuna's fists close in on themselves and he forces his face away, to the side, shoulders squaring. He's still close and he can't move or rather he doesn't want to, but no more touching. No more touching. He swears he won't sink this low. ]

I didn't realize this would— [ words, sentences, he can do this ] I'm sorry, Lelouch.

[kingside]

[The room is still spinning and Setsuna is still a comforting anchor against him, but no, this must stop, has to stop, why had it happened to begin with? Lelouch draws in a shaking breath, tightening the hand holding Setsuna in place into a fist. Stop. Stop. Even if it does feel nice, even if the thought of Setsuna's lips against his neck makes it hard to think, this has to stop. And...

He closes his eyes, tries to focus on breathing again. He's never even done anything like this, why is he visualizing it?]

I don't blame you. It isn't your fault.

[Yes, that's a good start. Now if he could just figure out what the hell to say next, everything will be fine.]

[bursting]

[ It's the environment, he supposes, the subliminal messages pinging in both their brains, having walked around and into public orgies the better half of the day, and now with hefty drugs in their systems. Free will only held up so long against those kinds of weapons. Rape or even anything remotely non-consensual preceding it is morally detestable to him, but his body is aching for that and feels as though it's about to burst without some form of contact. ]

I'm not going to hurt you, Lelouch. [ He's trying to make this very, very clear, as clear as he can, inebriated though he may be. ] I swear.

[ He is, however, going to rub the lower halves of their bodies together, groin against groin, to relieve some of the tension, breath shuddering against Lelouch's skin as he does so. At least it'll be a quick way to get off, he figures, if he can manage it through the layers of clothes remaining. Messy, but certainly the least harmful to Lelouch's psyche. ]

[kingside]

[Minor though the contact is, it's more enough to send Lelouch into sensory overload, a ragged gasp tearing his mouth open as he surges under the other man, simultaneously trying to arch against him and rub their bodies even harder together. Yes, yes, like that, haa, don't...]

Setsuna.

[His voice is low, heated, scorching, and although he does settle back against the bed, his grip around the other's back is tight, unyielding. You're not going anywhere.]

Do it. I need-- just do it.

[bursting]

[ Oh, good. No need to keep himself at bay any longer, then, though he'll still be pacing himself reasonably, not particularly eager to startle or scare the younger man. The inevitable question of have you done this before has yet to come up, but he doesn't really need an answer; Lelouch's reactions to what, for most, would be minor stimulation tells him enough.

The way his name drops from Lelouch's lips is nothing short of perfection and so he aims for it again, grinding a bit rougher, a bit harsher downward, a low moan of his own rolling free from his throat. A tight grip is fine, good, great, even, and he presses his spine into those nails, welcoming the harshness of them, too. He doesn't bruise easy, don't worry, grip as hard as you'd like because god knows he's on the fast track to hard himself. ]

[kingside]

[The restraint would have been appreciated if Lelouch had the sense to notice it; instead, he's just going to focus on hanging on, more than a few moans of his own escaping him as he (inexpertly) rocks his hips upward, breath already coming in shorter, sharper pants. He's too aroused to be embarrassed, his thoughts too muddled, and Setsuna is applying just the right amount of pressure in just the right places (well, place) to override whatever lingering reason he had left. Who even cares?]

Setsuna. Setsuna.

[There, he'll even say your name a few more times, happy now? That soon drops off, though, because it's far too personal, makes this into something far more than what it is (they aren't lovers, this means nothing), but it could just as easily be because forming the appropriate syllables is far too demanding, slipping as Lelouch's awareness almost certainly is. Just keep moving, rubbing, grinding, he's forgetting why he ever didn't want to feel this. Why wouldn't anyone?]

[bursting]

[ Inexpertly or not, the silent bid for more is sufficient in amping up the intensity, the friction down below. His pants are quickly becoming a prison, as what Lelouch lacks in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm and he'd be damned if enthusiasm didn't get him rock hard in record time.

Blunt edges of teeth dare to graze the side of the emperor's neck, tiny marks but present nonetheless, sinking into white to paint it red. This is really, really going to make a mess but he's finding himself caring less and less by the second, every smooth, sensual second where they're rutting against each other, and he really, really wants to fuck him, see what's hiding under the rest of those robes, at least, but no, he'd promised, and that has to still mean something, right?

Just let him sneak his mouth up to yours and kiss you once, once, and he'll be satisfied with that much, knowing what an emperor's lips and a liar's venom tastes like while he thrusts desperately down, into you (or so he wishes, not literally, not yet) all the while. ]

[kingside]

[Lelouch is just coherent enough to shy away from the possibility, if only within his own mind (it's overwhelming enough with clothes on, he doesn't think he can handle doing it without), but that doesn't change the fact that he's moving against Setsuna as if the other man were inside him, hooking a leg around him to bring him into closer (deeper) contact. Unthinkable to actually do it, but to fantasize, to lose himself within the motions, simulate what the chip implanted in both their heads keeps playing for them, why not? It isn't real, it's only to get off, he'll be horrified later, but for now--

Lips descend upon his, and Lelouch's eyes fly open, taking in the sight of Setsuna suddenly so close, and what the hell is he playing at? His lips, though, still tasting faintly of that damned dragged tea, it's impossible to turn them aside, even if Lelouch's own are hesitant. He's never really kissed anyone (Shirley), and in circumstances as confusing as these, it's hardly advisable, but with Setsuna there already...

He kisses with a hunger whetted by curiosity and dulled by shame, inviting Setsuna to do as he pleases because, frankly, he's lost as hell after this part. It had been easier when they'd just been writhing against one another, somehow. At least they haven't stopped doing that.]

[bursting]

[ The robes are, again, in the way—with any luck, he can get away with burning them when Lelouch isn't looking, useless things they are—but the slenderness of his legs and arms and just about everything else can be felt through them as they continue to gyrate furiously in unison. Setsuna doesn't use the word beautiful without good reason, though it certainly applies here, an undeniable elegance to his frame that would put even the finest Innovades to shame.

He wants to see and to touch that skin, as well, but he's too busy molesting the hell out of Lelouch's mouth to care, tongue tracing the inside and encouraging his to do the same with hot, wet strokes. Faster, like this, it isn't hard, just follow along, he'll show you, just please, you're delicious and he hasn't tasted anything this good in god knows how long, though that may be the tea talking more than anything else. No shame here, he doesn't mind and doesn't judge and no one else can see, so please, show him how vigorously you claim your territory as emperor, he's eager to meet that challenge of dominance. ]

[kingside]

[Pretty damn vigorously, but while Lelouch isn't fully reciprocating just yet, Setsuna is doing a very good job of leading by example. It's still odd, this kissing business, but whatever his peripheral feelings on the matter are, the dominant one is quickly overturning them. Challenge accepted, and while still not entirely coordinated, hopefully enthusiasm will once more make up the difference.

He pushes his body upward again with surprising strength, but this time, the movement is deliberately angled, turning, pulling so that the momentum carries him over while dragging Setsuna downward. He's triumphant for all of a second or two (it's nice not being the one pinned to the bed) before instinct takes over again, and he attacks the other's mouth with a vengeance, grinding down now, taking rather than being taken. Control isn't entirely his, though; his hold is tenuous at best, both over the position and himself, but maybe this will last a little while longer if he's no longer being driven quite so relentlessly towards his climax.]