Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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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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[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.]

[bursting]

[ Setsuna may not command a legion of the world's finest armies or a magnificently gifted tongue, but he can in fact lead effectively, and his tongue is useful all the same in infiltrating all the nooks and crannies of Lelouch's mouth, mapping out its corners, the spots he enjoys most.

The sudden surge of strength is surprising, but just as it is in Setsuna's nature to overpower enemies who are weak, it is in his nature to submit before those who prove themselves up to the task of dominating him. Lelouch succeeds in both catching him off guard and impressing him with his boldness, and so he is rewarded with a pliant body and a very pliant man, eager to submit to the wishes of the emperor.

He maintains the kiss, breaks only for air and chases Lelouch's mouth immediately after, yet his hands also skim along his sides, massage at his robes coaxingly. He wants them off, realizes it's a bad idea to get them off, but there's no easy access to skin like this and that's what he craves, has to have. Just fabric is disappointing, he wants to feel him, really feel him, in a way their clothed erections can't properly convey. ]

[kingside]

[The kiss is expected this time, even welcomed, and while Lelouch does still feel dizzy, clarity seems to be returning bit by bit. It's still impossible to stop, if only because how the hell would he even explain that, but-- all right, no, the drug (aphrodisiac?) still has a considerable hold over him if he's even entertaining these thoughts, and my, Setsuna looks tempting laid out like that. Lelouch isn't entirely in a state to fully appreciate it, but maybe later.

The touch at his sides makes him hesitate, even if his hips never once cease their desperate movements. The message is clear, clothes off, but which clothes? All of them?

In the end, he pretends not to notice the gentle urging, pouring ever more energy into trying to distract Setsuna with lips and tongue. The need is still there, it hasn't gone away, and until it has, he can't properly think. Better to hold off any sort of decision until then.]

[bursting]

[ Lelouch does a fairly admirable job as far as distractions go, and Setsuna trips right over his thrusting tongue as a result, a muffled, strangled moan escaping him when he takes the offensive. Yet even so, the more, more, more whispering in the back of his mind is impossible to ignore. He manages to nudge a thigh up between Lelouch's legs, not to halt him entirely but to at least slow them down some so he can think, articulate, gasp out what he wants, even if it's raggedly. ]

Lelouch.

[ He tries the name out for himself, finds that he likes it, and so employs it again, muttering into his ear. ]

Lelouch, please. I want to see you.

[ Setsuna tugs more insistently at his intricate attire now, hopefully making his desires clearer. They can still get away without penetration (he hopes), but if they can preserve their sanctity of their clothes in the process, that would be even better. ]

[kingside]

[Impossible to ignore this time, especially with the leg up between his (curious sensation, must analyze later), but Lelouch makes a mighty effort anyway, anxiety making itself known once more. Drugged to the gills and being bombarded with those images, but he's trying to resist, to stave off the desire to comply. Do they really need to take off their clothes? Because...

Lelouch slumps against Setsuna for a moment, panting quietly, inhaling his scent. Clothes off. Is it such a bad idea? He's been naked in front of other guys before, it wouldn't be anything new. The prolonged physical contact is, as is the distinctly sexual element, but is it any worse than what they've been doing, really?

He gives his head a shake, but whether it's a no or an attempt to dislodge those thoughts doesn't matter because his hands are already trailing back to unhook his heavy ornamental belt, letting it fall to one side before unbuttoning the garment beneath. It's only this once. It can't hurt. He's still in control of himself, isn't he?]

[bursting]

[ Setsuna's certainly not an individual easily ignored, if nothing else, but he can sense the tension building between the two of them—and not just their bodies, but the hesitation that's clear in his willingness to comply. Setsuna is more than a little addled, yes, but he's not going to force anything he really doesn't (kind of, sort of) want.

Setsuna gently rests his fingers atop Lelouch's, neither to stop him nor guide him further, just as a mild warning that it's alright, I won't push this if you're scared. ]

It's okay.

[ Setsuna slides his mouth underneath Lelouch's jaw, gently compared to before, submissively. He's so hard it hurts, yet ultimately he'll obey whatever Lelouch does or doesn't want to do. ]

You don't have to.

[kingside]

[The light touch brings him back to himself, if only a little, and Lelouch's eyes trail back to Setsuna's earnest pair, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Had he run into anyone else...

He peels off the robe as if he hadn't heard him, letting that fall, too, but he stops before making any move to take off the white jeweled shirt beneath or the white pants still hugging his form. A thin strip of pale flesh is visible just above the hem, tantalizingly within reach, and Lelouch does take the initiative to guide Setsuna's hand closer, seeking some middle ground.]

Touch me. I won't be angry.

[bursting]

[ Setsuna flashes him the faintest of grins, even if it's a bit lopsided thanks to that damned tea in his stomach. ]

I have a feeling that's a sight to see.

[ Not sure how he managed all those syllables without his tongue falling out of his mouth, but there you go, a bit of humor from the patron saint of stoic. He's relieved Lelouch ultimately takes him off on his offer, though, and hello, you are indeed a sight to see, and every bit deserving of that royal title.

Setsuna's palm flattens itself against the intricately woven shirt as directed, thin enough to almost, almost touch skin, but not quite. And of course he's drawn to what skin he can touch, and teasingly he jerks the pants down further, feeling the sharp jut of a hip, the delicate curve of bone that keeps him together. How easily he can break him, he thinks, as beautiful things don't last, but it would be such a shame to shatter something so gorgeous it's awe-striking. ]

You're beautiful.

[ He mutters it against Lelouch's mouth, once again nipping at it, teasing his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, rubbing the bulge at his knee with an insistent thigh. ]

I want you.

[ And it's true, as earnest as the rest of him. ]

[kingside]

[What's a sight to see, Lelouch angry or Lelouch naked? Or-- whatever, not important, thinking still impossible right now, hello hand. He pushes insistently against it, eyes falling shut again, but the tug at his pants makes his breath hitch. He hadn't said you could do that, but as long as the damned things stay on--]

You shouldn't say things like that.

[Difficult to speak when his brain is melting again, the heat rising from Setsuna's hand, his touch, his mouth too much to bear. This drug had better wear off soon.]

I don't like that word.

[To say nothing of just how uncomfortable that other statement, I want you, makes him feel. Yes, fine, he wants Setsuna quite a bit right now, too, but that's the tea and the microchip and everything else, isn't it? But again, thinking is hard and he'd much rather focus on other things, like that knee, what it's doing to him, and shut up, stay still, grinding against one another is a better investment of their time than this talking business, even if he is getting tired.]

[bursting]

I don't like it, either.

[ And he doesn't use it lightly, but when he speaks, it is honest, as genuine as anything coming from his mouth could ever be. The drug isn't wearing off, and if anything it's only getting worse, making him needier, more desperate for release, or maybe it's just Lelouch doing that, the way he pants and writhes and that smooth inflection behind his tone, even as he's struggling for breath. It's a perfect storm of arousal and he's not even close to resisting it any longer, submitting utterly to the fact that this is happening and he wants very, very much to fuck Lelouch into oblivion. The fact he hasn't yet is surprising. ]

But it's true.

[ The leg is removed, this time replaced by his actual hand, which cups him briefly yet firmly through his clothes, then dips, once again without permission, right into his underwear and threads itself around his cock, jerking hard, fast, raw. ]

Come. I know you want to.

[ He bites under his ear, sharply, to encourage him. ]

[kingside]

[It's the second time in a single day (in his life) that anyone has ever, ever grabbed him there, and while Lelouch is far more capable of taking it in stride at first, that changes the instant Setsuna delves under fabric and meets bare skin, grips tight and begins to stroke. No, he hadn't had permission, yes, Lelouch is going to be angry, but who the fuck cares when the contact is nothing short of heavenly after having only indirect friction, and how the hell is he supposed to resist that? Harder, faster, please, control is nothing more than a distant dream now, his mind can't handle this kind of pressure.

The bite isn't necessary. The words aren't, either, but having them purred directly into his ear, deep and rich, smooth as fucking silk (and no, no one's ever spoken to him that way, either), can only intensify the sensations that have already left him hopelessly overwhelmed. He comes, hard, exactly as Setsuna had coaxed (forced) him to, a wordless cry on his lips. Too much, too much, too much, but his body is thrusting determinedly into the hand until he's utterly spent, Setsuna once more gripped tight.]

[bursting]

[ He's fairly certain he can tolerate Lelouch's brand of anger, guessing it to be simply huffy, stuffy complaints regarding how he's a noble, the emperor in fact, and that was undignified, peon, and plenty of irritated glares to accompany this. He's dealt with worse fits. He'll get over it. Both of them will.

The cry is heavenly in itself, hearing Lelouch let go like that when previously he was so restrained, so reluctant to open up at all. Not that he could claim to be much better, unreadable enigma that he is, but it's fulfilling to witness regardless. That he has yet to get off himself doesn't matter, as it's just a few more bucks against the shuddering emperor above him to bridge the gap, and yes, much better, he finishes with a low, satisfied moan, masking a flushed face in Lelouch's conveniently placed shoulder and riding out his climax in sharp jerks of his hips until he's just as spent.

His breathing is quick and choked and there's not a thought in his mind dedicated to words so it's silence that reigns, save for labored gulps for air and faint mewls on Lelouch's part. ]

[kingside]

[Hearing and feeling Setsuna find his release against him should not be arousing, isn't arousing, but Lelouch finds all the more reason to shudder and moan as it happens anyway, iron grip relaxing into... something more natural, he isn't sure how to describe it. He's too drained to bother, what little stamina he had depleted in a way that theoretically shouldn't be possible (again, thinking is hard), and really, how the hell can an activity people do lying down take this much energy? It doesn't seem fair.

He buries his face against a convenient shoulder as well, still too dazed to consider the implications of that just yet. Exhaustion means he can't resettle onto a pillow or something less awkward. He'll do it once he's caught his breath, whenever that will be.

... Also, excuse you, he does not mewl. Peon.]

[bursting]

[ Iron grip or otherwise, Setsuna had admired his hands earlier for a reason. They're nice, soft, such a stark contrast to the hardened edges of his personality, all but dulled now by this closeness, this serenity that's settled upon them both.

Setsuna welcomes further contact, surprised by Lelouch's eagerness for it and also not considering how utterly exhausted he looked, nudging his face into those silky strands of hair and catching his breath at last. Unlike Lelouch, sex isn't something that drains him utterly. He's already coherent again after a few minutes, though he will continue to lounge with his partner, and comfortably at that.

And even if he did happen to be mewling, Setsuna would've just found it endearing. So there. ]

Are you alright?

[ Is of course the first question that comes to mind; he knows it's his first sexual experience, and he just wants to make sure he isn't traumatized or similar. It can be hard to tell just by looking. ]

[kingside]

[Does it count as eagerness if he's essentially inert? After all, he's hot, sticky, and the victim of slowly creeping embarrassment; "eagerness" for physical contact doesn't quite compute. The same could be said of Setsuna's eventual question, even if it is the most relevant right now. Is he all right? The frantic need to attach himself to the other man's leg (like a dog, his brain supplies helpfully) seems to have passed, but again, that could merely be his exhaustion talking. So...]

Can I get back to you on that?

[He asks it dully, voice muffled by his chosen perch. Any second now, the full extent of what the hell just happened is going to sink in, and if he's lucky, he'll be unconscious when it does. Attempting conversation sort of undermines that.]

[bursting]

[ Then undermine away he'll continue to do, as Lelouch is simply too interesting to leave alone for long. He won't embrace him, as part of him inexplicably would like to, but he will leave room for him to scoot off, recover his dignity, should he so choose. Just don't expect him to help you off, because he's still a bit of dead weight himself, and even though sexually he's been satisfied, you still feel rather nice pressed up against him like that. ]

That's fine.

[ Welcome to the wonderful world of dealing with people who aren't complete assholes, Lelouch, shaky first impressions aside. Take your time, he's got plenty of it and he's not a man to rush, anyway, at least not off the battlefield. Hope you don't mind him petting you a little, though. Above the belt, he promises, he's just idling away here as his thoughts drift. ]

[kingside]

[While Lelouch certainly appreciates Setsuna's attitude as well as the fact that he's free to move as he pleases, the petting is somewhat more problematic. This can't possibly be the time for that, he's sure of it, and while he does tolerate the treatment for a remarkable almost-minute, all bets are off after that.

He begins pushing himself away on protesting arms, flopping more or less bonelessly onto his side and then his back beside the other man (lucky that the tray has apparently fallen to the floor, there's actually room now) and struggling to think of something to say that isn't incredibly stupid.]

Look, Setsuna...

[A good start, but he's distracted by the mess in his pants and-- dear god, had that actually happened? How is he supposed to-- and why did--

He tries pushing himself up into a seated position, then falls back again. Were his limbs always this heavy? More importantly--]

I-- that is, you do understand that was only to...

[bursting]

[ The question that isn't, the words that aren't, the sentence that trails off, just throws Setsuna for a loop. He's not offended by Lelouch nudging away, or at least trying and failing miserably to, and honestly isn't sure what he's getting at otherwise, cocking his head.

Though he has to agree that the, ahem, problems made in their respective pants were unfortunate. Nobody ever said foresight was his strong suit. ]

To what?

[ And as if he doesn't care about the answer to that at all: ]

Be careful. Don't fall off.

[kingside]

I'm not going to fall off.

[He thinks, at least, and the drugs have to be wearing off because otherwise he wouldn't be feeling quite this mortified right now. He had... with someone he'd only just met, he'd--]

Because of that tea. That's all. It isn't going to happen again.

[Even if this place is geared toward it, even if he's beginning to fear all of the food is drugged, that he won't be so lucky the next time he encounters someone who's interested in him. Setsuna had said he'd look after him, but surely there are some limits, aren't there? And--]

And I never said you could-- that was completely uncalled for, Setsuna!

[bursting]

[ Head. Tilt. What are you getting at, Lelouch? He hadn't even asked for or implied it would happen again (not that he would mind, necessarily), there's kind of a difference between breathing things in the heat of the moment and romantic, desperate longing for, and Setsuna rarely, if ever, dabbles in the latter. Unless your name is Gundam, which it isn't, so again, what are you getting at?

He's just going to stare dumbly at you and wonder if that chip or that tea or that sandwich broke a few pieces of brain matter along the way. ]

Okay.

[ That's about as much of a response he can manage, due to him making no sense, and also as an addendum: ]

Sorry. I asked if you were alright, though...

[kingside]

... Don't look at me like that.

[The order lacks any real ire, but he doesn't especially care as he turns away yet again, his back now facing Setsuna. He would leave if he had the energy or somewhere to go that wouldn't necessitate braving the streets of this place. Compared to that, sharing a bed with a total stranger is infinitely preferable.

He closes his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath, in and out. Never again. Never again, he doesn't care if they triple the dosage. He won't surrender like that ever again.

He hates this place.]

I'm going to sleep. I don't care what you do.