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TEST DRIVE MEME 002
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.
You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from a temporary retreat from the wintry weather. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is running actively again as the weather warms back up from the recent snowstorm.
As you explore, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike, and the weather isn't quite amenable to your lack of.
Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.
This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.
When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
breaking and entering
If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. Parts of the house still bear the dust of disuse, gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. However, it's already full of people! Anyone who's already appeared in the village just as you did today lives here. Once inside, you may notice patchwork repairs have been made, and some scorch marks still linger from a recent fire, and some furniture is still lying around in splinters.
Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions.
finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!
OFFERINGS FOR ULANTI
The festival starts in the middle of the night, when the sun and the children are safely tucked into bed. The streets come alive with dancing locals, their faces painted red and purple and black and yellow. They all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! market stands and kind neighbors will gladly provide clothing befitting the occasion to anyone who asks.Notably, the locals' choice of clothes reveal a mark on their bodies. An astute person will notice that there are four varieties — and a very astute (
In addition to dancing and the lighting of any number of candles, you may stumble upon fighting rings inspired by Terry Silver's basement club, where the locals brawl until they're bloody and unable to move. Elsewhere, amongst the performance of a number of erotic dancers, you might come upon a face you recognize — naked and collared and caged, tongue pressed to the bars to taste anyone who'll stop and give them a little attention.
Temporary night market food stands offer various forms of alcoholic beverages and sweet and savory street food in suggestive shapes — sausages, popsicles, flowering cupcakes. many of them represent hedonistic indulgences and displays of wealth that the town usually does not seem to possess. This bounty, they attribute to the Duchess' patronage — and much of it is dosed with herbs and additives that enhance the sexual appetites and aggression in any who consume them.
Another kind of temporary stand has been erected — while new arrivals may at first mistake these for some kind of bathroom, it becomes apparent upon entry that they are partitioned stalls with gloryholes drilled between them. Some stalls are closed with an anonymous stranger waiting inside for someone to push a part of themselves through the hole to be lavished with mystery touches; others are fully unoccupied, should your character wish to lock themselves in and wait on the small wooden stool for a partner to offer themselves.
Anyone native to Rubilykskoye will take the time to answer questions about the festival of Ulanti, which functions as a way to purge their bad energy ("zadza") and sate their inner beasts ("duchozweirz"). They encourage characters to join the festivities — which range from staged sexual performances to sadism and masochism designed to feed the desire for violence. all appetites are welcome here, and there are only two rules: (1) stay away from the unmarked, which refers to the locals' prepubescent children; (2) hold nothing back.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try entering the fighting rings, watching or joining a live sex performance, or eating some aphro food (deliberately or otherwise)!
the fathomless dark of pajak wood
At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches. In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.
Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.
In addition to the spiders, you may come across the sharp-toothed furred yetis that emerged during the snowstorm, still looking for a meal. Each one hunts alone, a fifteen-foot-tall shambling creature that drips black ooze and super-chills the air around it until your skin feels tight and icy. If it gets the drop on you, you're likely to be its dinner. It has emerged from a long summer hibernation to enjoy the colder weather, and it's starving.
Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?
In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!
HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US
Uh oh spaghetti-os.
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
The baker, Nile Yoren, is a likable, middle-aged woman who can fill any request — wheat, rye, even nut breads. She boasts that her sourdough starter belonged to her grandmother. Today, when you enter her shop — to help out or to get a muffin or a bag of rolls — something is off. Her smiling face isn't behind the counter.
Around the back wall, you hear the crackling of the oven. But when you call, she doesn't come out. You have to go back and look for her. What you find is not just the oven crackling, but nile herself — twisted into an incandescent monster of human flame, the flickers of dark orange light like a face howling in agony amidst the yellows and reds and whites. Before you can scramble away, the creature lunges at you. Defend yourself or flee, or her inner beast will be feeding itself on you.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
someone else transforms
The baker, Nile Yoren, is a likable, middle-aged woman who can fill any request — wheat, rye, even nut breads. She boasts that her sourdough starter belonged to her grandmother. Today, when you enter her shop — to help out or to get a muffin or a bag of rolls — something is off. Her smiling face isn't behind the counter. Around the back wall, you hear the crackling of the oven. But when you call, she doesn't come out. You have to go back and look for her. What you find is not just the oven crackling, but nile herself — twisted into an incandescent monster of human flame, the flickers of dark orange light like a face howling in agony amidst the yellows and reds and whites. Before you can scramble away, the creature lunges at you. Defend yourself or flee, or her inner beast will be feeding itself on you.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
you waited too long
At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
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You don't make me nervous. [one hand smooths down his own thigh, but the other reaches upward, extended fingers tracing the line of Tyler's jaw, tickled by his stubble there. Ankari look back at him with lidded eyes, not sure if literally batting long eyelashes at the man is too much. So many little details he's hung up on... but it is as he says; Tyler does not make him nervous, he makes himself nervous.
But fortune favors the bold, he speaks in his darker tone,]
Kiss me, won't you?
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He's only ever kissed one person before and it's lucky Michael had been more experienced than him. It had at least helped him up his kissing game to the point he knows that he's semi-okay at this part.
Soft lips (and maybe a faint hint of bristles) brush against Ankari's lips, gentle and slow at first as Tyler practically drinks in every detail he can feel. ]
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What he does know is to reciprocate, not be some wilting flower at the slightest attentive pluck. His hand that teased Tyler's jawline reaches up to cradle there fully, eager to keep him close. Keep kissing him, a come-hither caress of his fingertips say while his mouth is occupied with Tyler's.
Some involuntary noise of approval and discovery rumbles behind his mouth and he quiets it before parting his lips some to better breath in the young man. He wants to know the taste of this. Turns out, it's the shared booze on their tongues, but that's just fine by him. What strikes him more is that tickle of stubble, quirking a smile to his face in turn]
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Now that they've gotten started and he's enjoying the kissing, he's feeling more at ease to relax into the shape of Ankari's body. Long thighs that are easy to perch on, straddled so Tyler's knees frame slender hips. A couple times he almost forgets he needs to breathe, the desire to keep kissing momentarily insatiable. ]
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There is a bit of self consciousness that the shorts he's wearing leave so much naked leg beneath Tyler, are only riding up more as he- well, yes, mounted would be the word, it just embarrasses him to think about. Embarrasses and excites, actually. He's surprised by how much he's enjoying Tyler weighing down on him, pressing him down into the cot.
All while Ankari gets bolder, slipping his tongue out to catch Tyler's upper lip. He's clumsy in a too-tentative way, but delicate is better than overbearing, he can hope.]
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The tongue is a surprise, though not an unpleasant or unwelcome one, Tyler's mouth softening and jaw slackening to allow exploration. This is new, feels pretty weird too, but it's not all too long before his imagination really starts trucking and he grinds his hips down against Ankari's thighs. ]
Is this okay?
[ It's a whisper between them the next time they break for air. ]
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So long as... you are intending to excite me. [because, absolutely he's getting stirred up, half hard in his pants between anticipation and feeling Tyler on him now, kissing him so patiently despite their inexperience. It's all quite nice, so far? He's easing into it.]
Is there anywhere I should not touch you? [that's good to know, right? Especially when he's unfamiliar with just... humans in general. Do they get offended at certain touch? He'd rather not go groping at Tyler and be seen as some uncouth animal for it.]
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[ Grinning as though he's more than happy to take responsibility, Tyler's eyes flutter shut briefly in enjoyment. The hand trailing down his neck feels good, welcome even.
At the question his heart flutters too in gratitude, a surprisingly touching question when they're clearly both eager to experience more. The only part of him that had been off limits is gone now, all that's left two reasonably fresh, pink scars barely a few months old in slight curves on his chest. ]
This short king would like you to touch him everywhere.
How about you? Anywhere you don't want me to touch?
[ He doesn't give Ankari a chance to answer immediately, leans in to plant a kiss against his lips before pulling back and waiting for the answer. ]
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As for where he'd like to be touched,]
Everywhere, yes, just the same. Though, [he does tilt his head a bit, nudging the curl of an antler to Tyler's forehead, an affectionate little gesture for his sort,] -the antlers and ear tips... they can be sensitive. Er, ticklish, might be the accurate word.
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He notes the information he's given, hands sliding to rest at Ankari's sides for a moment. ]
Ticklish in a good way or in a way you don't like?
[ Not that Tyler plans to touch either for now, his fingers trailing over the fabric of Ankari's shirt, thumbs eventually dragging down his abdomen. He's curious about Ankari's cock and he's sure he can see the outline of it in the shorts the elf is wearing. ]
Can I... touch you?
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Touch as you like. [he is open to what Tyler wants to explore of him. Ankari won't protest a bit over his pants being undone or touched overtop of the fabric. His cock is stiff by now and he's well endowed for his height. Whether that is also a part of his blessing from his creation goddess goes unsaid. His cock is still an expected human shape, simply the same pale green as the rest of him, if darkening emerald towards the tip.]
cw: nsfw
Maybe that's easier without a very obvious indicator of his level of arousal, his own aroused genitals easy to conceal in these pants. But Ankari's cock is the first that Tyler will have touched, his fingertips brushing over the hard shape hidden beneath the elf's shorts slowly, gently. There's still a thin layer of fabric denying direct touching, but he's fascinated already.
He shifts back on Ankari's lap slightly, makes room between them so he can glance down and watch as his palm starts to rub with a little more intent. ]
Have you done this to yourself before?
ty I was v late to that particular cw LMAO
Yes, of course, yes... I've had plenty of... desires, lad. Even if they all needed to remain hidden away. [for much, much too long.]
Do you-? [maybe Tyler doesn't indulge so much, maybe it's not so common a pass time for humans. That is embarrassing to consider, but elves are rather amorous people]
Asfjks I remembered late and then was like oop just going to throw this down here
[ It's more of a breath out than an agreement in words, Tyler's lips tugging into a smile as Ankari nuzzles his face. Tyler might be a stranger to multiplayer sex, but single player he's experienced enough to know what he likes when he has the reins. ]
Is this okay?
[ He asks softly against Ankari's hair, palm increasing the pressure to stroke more firmly over the top of the shorts. ]
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Very good, Tyler... you could remove me from my clothing, I wouldn't mind. [actually, he'd really like that, but voicing so much desire is still. Tough. He's compelled towards honesty, but desire is so difficult to admit to, there's always been a block there for him. Easing that away will take him time... but he's glad to have found and chosen someone so patient]
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Assuming Ankari does recline, Tyler will slip his fingers into the waistband of either side of those shorts, starting to wiggle them down over slender hips. ]
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He'll easily move back on the mattress and help Tyler slip away those high waisted shorts form him. There were no smallclothes given to him, the locals didn't seem too keen on such undergarments, so beneath he's just bare. The tunic he wore up top did have enough fabric tucked in that he could hang it down over his crotch to cover, but the tent it would make feels more comical than enticing, at least to his inexperienced eye.
His face is dusted with warm blush that tends from the bridge of his nose out to the tips of his ears on both sides, contrasting his green skin. Hold it together, Ankari, he has to think,]
Are you going to join me or... are you happier to remain clothed for now? [he hopes not throughout, but wouldn't protest is Tyler didn't wish to reveal so much of himself. Ankari isn't all that discomforted by nudity, though being naked and aroused is one he's not familiar with. The vulnerability is certainly... something. Everything feels tense, even muscle in him and every thread of emotion. He's a well tuned harp, strings ready to be plucked at.]
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When Ankari asks if he plans to strip too, it's incredibly easy for him to tug his shirt up off over his head. The novel high of life post chest surgery feels little it'll never fade.
Discarding the shirt somewhere on the floor - he doesn't care where - he looks back at Ankari, now bare chested. Under his shirt he's reasonably slender, a small smattering of mid-colored hair peeking up from where the waistband of his pants have been cinched tight. Two thin, pink scars run a shallow crescent beneath each nipple. Fresh but healed into scars rather than wounds. The pants stay on for now.
Once he's done that, he crawls onto the bed next to Ankari, hooking one leg over the front of his thigh as he stretches out next to him. Fingers pluck the pool of shirt fabric up until he can see Ankari's thick, hard cock resting against his body, looking like it's straining for attention. And Tyler intends to give it, fingerpads drifting up to, over and across an angular hip before ghosting down the underside of Ankari's cock. ]
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Ankari reaches out in turn, carding long fingers back through Tyler's hair to cup the back of his head and pull him in again. They'd gone all of a few minutes without kissing and that was too long, already. Ankari catches his lips, moaning lightly against him when he's touched by those ghosting fingers]
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He takes the time to study the weight of it in his hand, how warm it feels pumped full of so much blood. It's the first time he's really considered how much he'd like to know what it feels like to have something teased slowly inside of him.
That pulls a soft moan from him, his leg tightening around that thigh to bring his hips flush with Ankari's side. He shamelessly rocks his hips, grunting softly at how good the friction feels against his own hard, swollen and tingling clit on the inside of his pants. ]
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Good, th, that's good... Tyler, keep going, [He mutters so close his lips move against Tyler's as he speaks. After that muttering encouragement, his tongue slips out further, trying to catch on Tyler's]
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So he melts into the kiss, half his brain focused on keeping up a rhythm while every now and then he crushes his hips into the hip he's almost straddled from the side. ]
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Getting to simply choose his partner is like a dream, it scarcely feels real. He kisses Tyler until they are again out of breath between them, needing the break away from their continued groping and stroking and grinding. He tilts his head to Tyler's ear, whispering hot and hushed to him, wondering if they can keep going further, if they're at a limit yet for how far they've gone at this]
You could... rub yourself directly against my cock, if you liked. [he hopes that sounds good in his darker voice, he does really hope to entice Tyler all the more, winding him up is a genuine thrill]
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He pauses, contemplating those options for a few long seconds before nodding almost imperceptibly. Maybe more to himself than anybody else. Releasing Ankari's cock, he shifts up to his knees and starts to unfasten the waistband of his borrowed pants. Stripping down turns out to be easier than he figured it might be, eyes flicking up to Ankari a couple times as though he's checking the elf hasn't had second thoughts.
Eventually he pushes the pants down, standing on the bed to pull them off fully. Only once they're off and he's fully naked does he throw them over his shoulder and drop back to his knees, this time straddled over Ankari's hips. He's hovering for a moment, leans down to press an affectionate - and maybe slightly nervous - kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
Want to get this off too?
[ He plucks gently at the top Ankari's wearing, offering to help him take it off if he wants. ]
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Yes. Yes, of course, [he mutters against Tyler's lips, reaching to remove his tunic. Similarly revealed, Ankari is all smooth skin and boney limbs. He feels a bit self conscious himself, his waist small and ribs slightly visible even in bloom, not having enough weight on him due to... how he is. Elves don't have much hair beyond their head and groin, and Ankari had never seen battle nor surgery, lacking for any scars himself. He hopes he's appealing to Tyler in turn, not too scrawny or frail for his tastes now that they're leaving nothing unseen.]
You are so handsome. [he catches himself too late, using that truth speak in the moment thoughtlessly, reaching to clutch Tyler at both arms in case that jolted him away-] Sorry, sorry, lad, I don't mean to frighten you...
[especially not now, of all times, and in compliment]
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