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SUMMER TEST DRIVE MEME
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ 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, D/S mechanics, public sex, aphro, bondage, free use, death, missing persons, snakes.
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, D/S mechanics, public sex, aphro, bondage, free use, death, missing persons, snakes.
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 damp mosses and ferns, the balmy summer air warm and sticking 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 their hiding places. With your feet under you, 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 knee-deep and surprisingly chilly. Here and there, dotting the verdant forest, are strange, massive white trees extending into the sky, surrounded by a circle of dead soil. Their sides are smooth and cool to the touch – like bone, for those who know its texture – and they creak alarmingly, threateningly at the press of warm hands.
As you explore, you may encounter caches of clothing left in painted crates or placed in hollow tree trunks. They contain loose shirts and trousers, perhaps even a moth-eaten coat, along with a note that includes a bare-bones explanation for your arrival and a sketched map toward town. You may also 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 to find civilization.
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. Above the town, drifting like a low hanging cloud over the tops of the buildings, is a pavilion swathed in deep red cloth, and to the north, past the end of the main street, are several large blockades barring further exploration. Somewhat strangely, the whole town seems to be in a state of slight disrepair– workers bustle around, filling in a large hole in the town wall, a woman curses and fiddles with the crank mechanism of a well, and children splash through muddy potholes in the cobblestone, chasing a malnourished looking dog. Here, the bone trees have taken root as well, a few rising through buildings, branches extending through cracked roofs, others rooted in the middle of the street.
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! Once inside, you may notice patchwork repairs have been made, some scorch marks still linger from a fire about a year back, and the place seems somewhat in disrepair
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. The town has recently been through some upheaval, and its people have suffered a great loss, newcomers are told. Everyone is doing their part now to restore it to its former glory.
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!
THE FESTIVAL OF SUMMER'S EVE
Despite the repair efforts around town, summer is in full swing, which means it's time to take advantage of the warm weather! Colorful tents have been set up, stages and spaces for "games" to be played, many involving intimacy, playfulness, sex, or "fun". In fact, there's a great deal of emphasis on fun being had all around. Each round begins with a prayer to the Duchess. Not bowing your head in prayer may get you a stares from locals, or worse, opponents may be extra motivated to defeat someone so disrespectful to her Grace.Each Thursday, buildings are festooned with wreaths of wildflowers, tables are laden with food and drink, and everyone is given colored sashes to wear over their clothes. Festival goers are not allowed to enter the main events unless they wear a sash, and to get a sash they must reveal their curse marks. Those marked with the curse of Wilk receive blue sashes, Diabel get red, Skala receive green and Niez are adorned with grey.
This summer's eve, the locals are eager to explain, is a festival about giving trust to one another, taking pleasure in the present and acceptance in things as they are. What perhaps isn't explained nearly so well is that everyone is expected to demonstrate enthusiasm for the festival activities, lest they catch the eye of the Duchess' watchful stewards. There's a strange energy in the air, furtive, sorrowful looks and forced smiles, but a sense of relief lingers in the festival crowds as they set to celebrating their hearts out.
Tables overflow with refreshments, especially iced drinks and chilled fruit to cool the summer heat. Rubeans traditionally spice their foods with aphrodisiacs, something that is so culturally normal to them that they don't feel the need to mention it.
- An outdoor feast starts the festivities, with commanders, who are expected to give orders, and followers, who must follow the whims of commanders, whatever they decree. Who commands and who follows is decided by the curse-marked sash participants wear. But there's a twist – every three hours, a horn blows, and the roles switch at random; commanders become followers and vice versa. Many festival-goers, now in a position of command, are eager to get petty revenge on the followers now at their mercy. And if you should be seen disobeying or disregarding a command, or refusing to issue commands when your turn has come around, well, that doesn't seem like proper active participation at all!
- Rope Tying Contest! Riggers from all around town are eager to show off their rope-tying skills, with contests taking place judging both in their ability to weave an intricate web of knotwork over another's body, and to suspend them artfully for all to admire. And of course, those who are tied up will have to stay in place until the judging is complete! There's a public voting element to the contest as well, as festivalgoers "enjoy" these community pieces of art. Everyone who participates is given ample water, praise, and force-fed an herbal draught to calm their nerves if they seem to be getting a bit too agitated.
- Prison Bars & Glory Holes! Human-sized cages have been dragged out into the festival grounds and draped with heavy cloth. People may enter and leave them freely, taking advantage of the gaps in the bars to indulge in sexual acts with the veneer of anonymity. Sometimes, more than one person might find themselves in the same cage, or pranksters might close and lock the door behind them – oops!
- Spooky Story Telling! As evening falls, gather 'round in a crowded tent as a pair of story-tellers share and reenact tales of monsters and horrors past before opening the floor to the audience to share their own. Ten candles have been lit for the occasion, and one is snuffed out for every new story told. The air in the tent gets stuffy, made stuffier with the musky incense burning in the fire stoking the animalistic instincts of the participants until they give into fear and their more primal urges.
- A game going on throughout the town, regardless of whether someone consents to participation, is something the locals call Lock and Key. The rules are explained after you are grabbed and tied by your wrist (or ankle, whatever was available) to someone else: the locked binding tying you two together is blessed to be unbreakable until you each draw enough blood to soak through the binding... or find the key, stashed someplace on the festival grounds. Good luck!
- However, those who refuse to get in the community spirit of shared trust and pleasure may find themselves singled out by the Duchess' stewards for some personal, mandatory education on Rubean culture and traditions. They may be forcibly dosed with potent aphrodisiacs, locked into the cages or tied against the bars until they plead for Her Grace's mercy... or have satisfied enough of the sexual or sadistic desires of any passer-bys.
Throughout all of this, the general attitude from the local townsfolk may occasionally come across as strangely admiring or overtly hostile. While many of the common people of Rubilykskoye hold mixed personal opinions toward the newcomers to their town, two extremist groups have emerged with opposing viewpoints: some think you are benevolent, beneficent beings with nascent powers sent to lead and guide them and solve their woes. These people, called Blackguards, will do their best to make sure your participation in the festival is one of joy and pleasure. But others, called the Zlatniki, believe that the outsiders coming into their land have corrupted their fellows and seduced their Goddess, and will do their best to twist their native traditions toward cruelty and vindictive sadism when it comes to the Void-touched.
WRITER'S BLOCK?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try partaking in refreshments, give or follow commands, participate in events, be drafted into games against their will, or suffer the consequences of disobedience!
FOREST DEPTHS
Rumor moves through town quickly: two nights ago, a group of loggers went out into the wood and no one has seen them since. Anyone who wants to prove their worth to the community is encouraged to join the search parties going out to look for them and bring them back home.As you and your fellow searchers venture deeper into the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. The white trunks of the bone trees stand out starkly in the darkness, though you will be warned away from coming too close. 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.
Many peel off, going back to the town proper. The searchers become fewer and fewer. Maybe some of them are going back home, but maybe they're getting lost. Eventually, you walk around a large tree, and you're alone. It's just you and 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.
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?
Yet the further you go, the more convinced you become that the missing loggers are near by. You're sure you can hear them on the wind, their voices calling out between the trees. Did you just see something out of the corner of your eye? You have to find them. You have to make all this darkness worth it.
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! Feel free to find the bodies of the missing logging party – or hallucinate that you did.
RELEASE YOUR INNER BEAST
Something's wrong here.
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.
Early one morning, alarm bells are rung. The people of Rubilykskoye are quick to explain while boarding up their windows and locking their doors: Cvetanya has transformed after a lover's quarrel turned into heartbreak. Her inner beast – duchozweirz, the natives call it – take the form of a giant snake propelled by hundreds of human-like arms that extend to seize its prey so it might swallow it whole.
Those who are lucky enough to escape Cvetanya's grasp will find that the red scratches left by her monster's hands darken to black and fill them with an icy chill. Warm compresses, hot baths, or some skin-to-skin contact might be necessary for those suffering from her attack.
(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
Early one morning, alarm bells are rung. The people of Rubilykskoye are quick to explain while boarding up their windows and locking their doors: Cvetanya has transformed after a lover's quarrel turned into heartbreak. Her inner beast – duchozweirz, the natives call it – take the form of a giant snake propelled by hundreds of human-like arms that extend to seize its prey so it might swallow it whole.Those who are lucky enough to escape Cvetanya's grasp will find that the red scratches left by her monster's hands darken to black and fill them with an icy chill. Warm compresses, hot baths, or some skin-to-skin contact might be necessary for those suffering from her attack.
(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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( far more sour than sweet, certainly.
as janosh’s hands roam across his body he wonders how he’s even managed to survive until now without this. he lives for a good fuck, yes, and there’s been no shortage of those here in rubilyk, but no one knows him like janosh does. no one touches him quite like this, no one knows how to drive him mad with just their hands like janosh can. but if he thinks about it too much that wretched, aching sadness threatens to come back. he can already tell janosh is having moments of struggle, and of course he understands why. he won't add to it with his own. not now.
so he smirks, slithering out of his pants — no underclothes today. and when he pulls janosh closer, burying his face in his neck, it's certainly not to give himself a moment to regain composure and re-mask the grief that keeps threatening to surface. no. he only pulls him close so he can nip at janosh's earlobe and murmur, quite cheekily: )
Too chivalrous to show off your cock, now? ( he drops one hand to dip beneath the hem of janosh’s pants. ) Come on.
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they're playing a fragile game of back and forth with their emotions at the moment, but he for one remains determined to keep it together. Adder here and now deserves all of his attention, all of his love. of course, marveling at the bodies of men isn't something he'd call an interest, but with all of Adder specifically revealed to him, he feels breathless, privy to a great sculpture of Polish art that he didn't even have to pilfer or hurt somebody to obtain. he's sure he's never done anything to deserve it, but here he has it.
still, he laughs at this cheeky commentary, turning his head as though he wishes to kiss that smarmy look right out of Adder's lips. ] What, I can't enjoy what I see for one minute? Shit-
[ the chiding means absolutely nothing when he's helping Adder by shoving down his pants without further complaint. even less so when Janosh can't help but to give a sigh of relief as some of that pressure is taken off his cock. it's enough to distract him from those painful thoughts for now. very gracefully - as Janosh is ever a picture of beauty, grace, and poise and never silly or rushed - he kicks off the rest of his pants (and his underthings) and takes Adder into his arms, pushing them fully onto the bed. ]
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as for the rest — )
Of course you can, but I want to enjoy something too!
( which might imply that he doesn't enjoy being enjoyed, and that's simply not the case. he loves being admired — by anyone, really, but especially by janosh — but of course adder loves looking, too. janosh is his ideal male form — a little soft in places, and strong. masculine. a man you can really trust to handle it when shit gets bad in a fight.
so he eagerly helps janosh strip, and just as eagerly re-tangles their limbs as they sink back onto the bed together, bare skin against bare skin. the creaking of the shitty mattress under their combined weight is like music to his ears — even back home, a moment like this would be so rare, after all. it's not like they had time to roll around in bed together as they pleased, especially as two men. it's almost like a gift this place has given them even if adder's hesitant to think of it that way.
their cocks brush as they settle into a comfortable position, and adder rolls his hips forward again for some friction. it draws a satisfied little growl from somewhere in his throat as he kisses janosh deeply. )
There's oil in the drawer, ( he murmurs against janosh's lips, tilting his head a bit to indicate the bedside table. his voice dips low, a touch gravelly with want. ) But we can go slow. I — ( it's not as if janosh is going to vanish the moment they finish fucking. that's not how it works. and yet! ) — I... fuck. I just don't want to rush. That's all.
( emotions can be difficult, sometimes. )
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Janosh is always saying how they fit together and this is no exception. the groan that rumbles up from his chest is a mixture of desire and relief as they shift together. Adder hasn't vanished yet— he's still warm and sweet and sour and everything else — and he answers that search for friction with a bump of his own, pressing their hips and cocks together. it's tempting to not even let Adder speak at all when their kiss breaks a fraction, to just keep kissing him over and over. but it's important to know where certain things are, and though his eyes follow to the bedside table, he doesn't reach to grab anything yet. ]
We won't. [ he assures him as he kisses the corner of his lips, then his neck, and his collar. he had rest his fingertips against Adder's chest, feeling his heart beat — still wondering, perhaps, if it's real — but his hand travels now, tracing Adder out again as though the first time wasn't enough. his palm settles against a hip, thumb circling against the skin affectionately as he thinks something over in his mind. emotions are indeed difficult, and that grief he's hanging onto keeps on bobbing up to the surface. he doesn't want to, but maybe it needs to be acknowledged before he can go on. ]
Leszek— [ he dips his head to kiss Adder's sternum, gives his hips another roll like he's trying to make up for what he's about to say by giving them a little pleasure. ] I want to look at it.
[ the scar, he means. the one he's been trying to pretend doesn't exist so he doesn't upset Adder or ruin the mood. he can make it up to him, he's sure of it. ]
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– and when janosh tells him he wants to look at "it", adder doesn't immediately understand what he means. his brow pinches into a frown, puzzled.
"my cock? it’s right there!" he nearly blurts out, and probably something like, "it's still huge, don't you worry!"
but janosh says leszek, and his touches hold such reverence, and there's that persistent grief neither of them want to acknowledge. all at once with a swoop of dread, adder knows what he's asking. he'd be a fucking fool not to. )
It's nothing. A little prick left his mark.
( he cups janosh's face, smoothing a calloused thumb over his cheek. "please don't let it make you sad," he wants to say.
but he doesn't.
instead he draws his hand back, granting wordless permission. of course janosh can look. janosh can have anything he asks for. )
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it's not nothing, they both know that, but he can't bring himself to challenge it, looking into Adder's eyes with a spicy mix of desire and guilt. Janosh is also thinking about how the last thing he wants is to make Adder sad.
but with permission, he shifts them a little bit — and yes it's extremely uncomfortable on account of how badly he also just wants to fuck right now — so that his eyes can drift down Adder's chest and torso, to his stomach where the "mark" in question is. immediately he feels the flood of grief drag him under, but he places his fingers— rough as they are — so, so carefully against it. Adder is hardly made of glass, but this is important, and so is treating the man he loves most with every bit of gentleness he can muster. he stays silent through this, and mostly still save for those fingertips. ]
I'm sorry. Leszek, I'm sorry.
[ that's what he settles on in those excruciatingly long moments where words kept getting caught and knotted up in his chest and then his throat until he'd been forced to swallow them back down. maybe they have time for him to explain everything that he's sorry for, but maybe they don't. he just wants to be sure he says it with everything he's got. when his hand does draw away, it's to pull Adder back into an embrace. he kisses his temple firmly in silent promise to never leave him alone again. he'd really like to see anyone try to prove him wrong, he'll tear them to shreds. that goes for Adder too. he's not allowed to tell Janosh to go on without him, he already tried that and it sucked. ]
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now to watch janosh go over that fucking scar, those coarse fingers so gentle on his skin, it's like adder feels enough grief for both of them at once. he wants to mourn the life he lost, mourn for janosh and his pain, mourn for the inevitable nightmare they'll be forced to endure here. he wants to cry out to god, to ask him why? why this? he knows they aren't good men, but were they truly so wicked as to deserve this shit?
maybe so. probably so. )
Janosh. ( his voice sounds strange to his own ears, thick with too much emotion. he clears his throat but it does nothing to dispel the painful lump lodged there. ) No. Don't say sorry.
( he shifts a bit so he can look at janosh properly. his own blue eyes, no longer darkened by lust, are looking a little glassy...but he doesn't cry. he doesn't. he never fucking cries. not for ranyek or loudyil or hans capon when the godless fuckers here crucified him. not even for himself. not even for janosh.
he clears his throat again and lifts a hand to smooth janosh's hair, then presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth just where his mustache curves down. it takes a lot, but adder chooses to speak in earnest, now. janosh deserves that much. )
Yours was the last face I saw. I said my final prayer in peace. I can't ask for more.
( it was a far cry from dying in bed with a nice pair of tits in his hands, perhaps, but now he knows — the chance to say goodbye to janosh in that moment is something he will never take for granted. )
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he makes a sound, like he's tried to laugh or scoff or even just to breathe properly and it's gotten stuck in his throat. it's more that he's stopped himself from letting a sob escape. maybe he is being a fucking bard about it, but he isn't totally exempt from crying. mostly he's been angry about it all, and he still is, but that kiss from Adder breaks his heart, and so do those words. so does knowing how much it means that those words were spoken that way, just as Janosh needed to hear them.
his hand rests on Adder's cheek, smoothing upward a bit until his fingertips brush into the cropped sides of his hair. ] If you can't, then I will.
[ he finally exhales deeply as though this whole time he's just been skirting by without having to breathe. ] That's why we fit together so well.
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Cunt and Prick. No one fits together better than we do.
( it's just enough of a tension break that he feels less like he's going to crumble under the weight of his own normal human emotions, but he still worries for janosh. he wishes there were more he could do. )
Janosh... I — ( he closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the weight and warmth of janosh's hand but sort of rallying his own spirits too. there's something he still wants to say, and he feels he should say it now. janosh needs to hear it, he thinks. his eyes squeeze tighter, and when he opens them... well, he feels no more prepared to say what he wants to say than he did before. ) Fuck. ( he averts his gaze, like he can't meet janosh's eyes suddenly. ) I love you. You know that already, don't you? I don't really have to fucking say it.
( he feels a little embarrassed but that toxic masculinity will do it to you. he's glad he said it though. it's for janosh, and it's true, and if there's ever a time to say it shouldn't it be now? )
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Yes, yes. [ he settles into a smile. even if his chest is still a bit tight, he feels like he can move forward better now. there isn't anything he'd want Adder to do for him other than what they're doing right now, but there is a lot he wishes he could do for Adder.
he's ready to start with making up for dragging the mood down farther than he'd even anticipated, but with Adder closing his eyes like that, he has to steal another moment of simply looking at him. he can tell after a beat that he's thinking hard over something, though what he ends up saying is not at all what he expects. his heart swells and breaks and swells all over again as he processes this and all the strength it took for it to be said.
after more impossibly long moments, that hand of his tries to tilt Adder's face back to look at him. ]
I know it already. [ he leans in to kiss him, committing those words in Adder's voice to memory, in case it never happens again. a real possibility, considering he's not even certain yet how much they can be together in a place like this, or if this is real. with all his heart, he prays that this is real. ] But I'm glad you said it.
[ he tells Adder he loves him all the time, and he means it every time even if the people around them think they're just being weird at each other. they are weird, but that's their own business. so instead of just using the same words he always does, slinging it back at Adder like this is just some casual moment between them, he adds: ] I won't leave you alone again. Don't ask me to.
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one day, they'll kill that zlatka bitch and carve a path back to bohemia or poland or wherever — he's sure of that much — but if he must stay behind, he couldn't ask janosh to stay, too. he would want to, yes, more than anything. adder's a selfish bastard at heart and he loves janosh very much.
but janosh doesn't belong here, not in this deplorable land of monsters and heathens.
lucky adder's a pretty good liar. )
Are you kidding? You couldn't leave me if you tried, ( he laughs softly. ) I won't let you. Wherever Janosh goes, Adder won't be far behind.
( he kisses janosh again, and when he pulls back it's with a devilish grin. )
Though if you want to spend time with any of the pretty wenches around here, just tell me to fuck off... but I wouldn't mind watching, either, heheh!
( is he putting too much work into trying to lighten their spirits? maybe. maybe it's even obvious that he's putting on a show. he just can't let himself think about whatever inevitable scenario lies ahead of them in which janosh goes home and he cannot. )
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Right, until they throw me in the pillory again.
[ he nudges Adder with a small huff and then kisses him again. if nothing else, they’re both making an attempt to lighten the mood again, and they can think about who goes where when it comes to it. it’s so easy for him to fall into the flow of Adder’s antics that he puts on a silly face too as he scoffs out loud. there’s still a small, tight ache in his chest, sure, but that needs some time. he just hopes that Adder knows he doesn’t need to put on a show for him. not now, not ever. ]
Are you kidding? You’d get too jealous. [ of Janosh or of the undoubtedly big-breasted lass? Yes.
he looks thoughtful briefly. ] But I guess you don’t need me around to translate for you when you don’t pay the fucking bill.
[ he still doesn’t fully get the “translates in your head” witchcraft that goes on here, but he’s a little offended it’s diminished his special skill of always understanding Adder. despite the teasing, his smile is warm now and so fond, fingers brush against the sides of his hair again and he shifts back into a more comfortable position where their hips nestle snugly together. ]
I love you too.
[ yeah they know already, and he wasn’t going to say it. but he wants to. this at least never has to change. ]
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which he does, snickering despite what he says next. )
Fuck you! You really are a prick.
( good-natured as ever, of course, and in response to pretty much all of that - the pillory, the jealousy… whatever!! adder’s ready for some more ribbing (because what is love if not calling your beloved partner of however many years rude names as the two of you lay naked and intertwined during an emotional, grief-filled reunion) but what janosh says next sobers him a bit. it's not as if janosh has ever been tight-lipped when it comes to love. he says it all the time. that doesn't really matter, though. silly, serious, in front of everyone or just the two of them — adder treasures each and every time janosh says those words to him.
now is no different. an affectionate warmth blooms in his chest and his smile softens into something fonder — but this is adder, so any tender feelings in his heart are matched by the rekindled eagerness in his cock. their hips do slot together so nicely. the arousal that had become something of an afterthought in these last few moments is suddenly back in the forefront of his mind, all because janosh loves him... and yes! adder had said it too. but he wants to show it. he's always better at showing it.
he goes in for another kiss. his hand makes its way to the back of janosh's head, tangling in his hair so that adder might give it a gentle tug, exposing more of janosh's neck. he presses a kiss just below his ear, to the pulse in his throat, several along his collarbone, then back up to his lips again. )
Janosh. ( low, hungry. ) Tell me what you want.
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And you are my sweetest Adder!
[ the sweetest and best man he's ever known, but he's fine if other people simply can't understand it. more for Janosh that way. he feels a rush of warmth himself as Adder's expression softens right before his eyes, a welcome change to the way he'd felt he was drowning in grief only moments before.
he's only too happy to return the kiss, a low grumble of appreciation nestled in his throat. he feels he's being entirely spoiled at the moment. he's used to Adder showing him his feelings, but after he'd spoken them as well? it's enough to ignite his desire like a brush fire. he just wants to tell him, again and again, I've missed you so much, and hold him all through the night. but he wants more than that, too. it's more than time to let Adder know.
grinding his hips forward, he smirks softly against their kisses, giving Adder's lips a quick peck, and another before he actually uses words. ]
Of course, I want to fuck. [ he gives a small, breathy laugh, but is serious after. ] But I don't want to rush it, either. I want to take my time with you, as you deserve. I want to have every part of you, a feast of you! Until we're too tired to move probably ever again. And when we are done, I want to sleep with you right here in my arms.
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and he wants to take janosh in his mouth, to feel those strong hands in his hair as he tastes janosh’s cock. there's almost nothing he enjoys more than that… but that would require moving, and what they have right now is so nice. the heat between their bodies is delicious, and each roll of janosh’s hips sends a bolt of warm pleasure that pools in adder’s belly and draws a satisfied groan from his throat. it’s just enough to keep him wanting but not so much that he can't think straight.
he’d like to say he could lay like this for hours, though he knows himself well enough to realize that it won't be too long until he's simply too horny to handle it.
but right now? he's fine, and comfortable, and so happy. )
For once, we have as much time as we like. We would be fools to rush. ( another kiss, sweet and slow. ) But when we finally fuck, I want this whole building to know about it! I want to fuck so hard I can't fucking walk tomorrow.
( it was very close to a lovely moment but. you know. adder. )
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[ because he would if Adder asked it of him. there's still room on the agenda. although it may have to wait until his cock is soft again. he honestly finds it a little difficult to believe (less difficult than everything else about this place, but still) that they have all the time they'd like right now, but the thought warms his chest, sends those silly but pleasant tingles all through his body.
and sure, that slow, drawn-out kiss Adder gives him is sweet as hell, while the commentary after is crass and lewd, but to Janosh it's still a lovely moment. these are, after all, reasons that he loves this man. he's like spoiling yourself with a sickeningly sweet dessert and following it up immediately with a shot of hard liquor that burns so good all the way down. not for everyone, certainly, but perfect for a man of Janosh's tastes. ]
Well that is great, because I'm not holding back, hey?
[ he answers, shifting once again but only so he can line kisses down along Adder's throat and down toward his chest. while he moves down, his hand moves up along stomach, to chest. not too much movement from their cozy embrace just yet, but he's willing to set things in motion if it means he gets more Adder. ]
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You're here to cook for me, sing for me... maybe this isn't Hell after all!
( he's still pretty sure it's hell. or purgatory. or something else bad. it's fine though, ha ha ha! now's not the time to worry about it.
especially not when janosh is saying he's not holding back. the words alone are enough to send a warm swoop of excitement through adder's belly, drawing a sound from him that's somewhere between a groan and a growl. he's so lucky. janosh always knows exactly what to say, exactly where to touch. he can drive adder wild with nothing more than a look sometimes.
and now, each kiss pushes adder a little closer towards that sense of urgency he's trying to hold back from. one hand finds purchase in janosh's hair again as he shivers with a soft groan and another roll of his hips. his throat has always been particularly sensitive. even the soft tickle of janosh's mustache against his skin is maddening.
ah, he really does want to take things slow, but his cock aches with need. he grinds against janosh a second time without even really meaning to. )
Fuck, Janosh. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to speed things up — just a bit, of course.
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he keeps getting pulled into these moments though and blueballing the both of them, so for now, thoughtfully, he settles on the bard lite version:] It surely won’t be so bad, burning up here together.
[ he doesn’t want Adder to throw any sort of “you don’t have to, you don’t belong here” comments and so on, so he distracts him with more kisses against his throat, adding a bit of suction this time so he leaves behind his mark. he also grinds his hips down in response, giving a growly sort of groan himself. so maybe they won’t last for “nice and slow” until they get some other energy wrung out of them first … ]
Yeah … [ he murmurs in agreement, holding another pleased moan back in his throat as Adder rather relentlessly — one extra time is that overwhelmingly arousing you know — rocks up into him. sweet jesus christ. ] Right. Slow later, then.
[ he has to sit up a little bit so he can reach to that bedside table at last, but he doesn’t want to have to go reaching later. so he procures himself that oil before he settles between Adder’s legs, stooping himself so he can plant the palm of his hand and a flourish of kisses along his chest and stomach. sitting up a little after, he grasps both their cocks in one broad hand, stroking them together with a satisfied hiss of breath. ]
Just don’t go losing your mind before I even get there. [ honestly though it’s hardly a tease because he feels like he’s barely holding back already himself. ]
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(which doesn't change the fact that he would rather janosh be living a good life anywhere but here, but he's not going to dwell on that now.)
he settles comfortably on his back and parts his legs around janosh, drawing them up just a bit to bend his knees. slow later, yes, because there will actually be a later. they can fuck and sleep and wake up and fuck again and no ugly cunt can take that away from them here.
his body is alight with anticipation. every touch and kiss and moan and sigh goes straight to his cock, so that when janosh finally strokes the two of them together it's like a cooling balm on a sunburn. the relief at being properly touched is so very sweet, but leaves him wanting more and more. he draws a deep, satisfied breath as his hips rock up into janosh’s touch, rubbing their cocks together again with the movement.
of course, he still has to stick up for himself. he may feel as if janosh is currently taking him apart piece by piece but – )
Don't worry about me, ( he says with a languid smile, heavy-lidded as he gazes up at janosh. he opens his mouth to talk some big shit about his stamina and how long he can last but hesitates. again, he's stricken with the need to just look at this wonderful, silly man and commit every detail to memory, just in case.
and so, when he does speak, what he ends up saying instead is far more sincere. ) There's really no prettier sight than you naked, between my legs.
( his smile goes fonder and he gives janosh’s side a playful nudge with his knee. )
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he honestly expects a smarmy comment in reply, so that sincerity and the actual radiance of that smile knocks his guard right off kilter. he just has to stop for a minute and stare at his Adder in wonder and adoration, like he's just fallen for him for the first time yet again. this has probably happened dozens of times by now— hundreds of times — and he doesn't think it will ever stop. good. ]
You trying to make me blush? [ he asks, the softness of his own smile reaching up to the creases of his eyes. he is not a flushed, virginal maiden with her first true love or anything, but honestly he kind of feels like he is. and what a silly feeling it is! his heart is so light, his insides full of butterflies. pretty is not a word he would probably associate with himself unless he was joking about it, but he'll be damned if Adder saying so doesn't please him immensely. and also send his arousal through the roof. the need to be inside of this man suddenly is worse than the sharpest of hunger pains. ]
Sweet Adder, [ he murmurs, shaking his head as he strokes their cocks a couple more times, rolling his hips into it. ] Sometimes, I cannot believe you. [ can't believe how he always has something to say, can't believe he's real, can't believe he chose Janosh of all people to hang out with and to kiss and hold and fuck. he gives a playful knock of his own with his elbow before he holds up that container of oil. ]
I'm gonna use this now, hey? [ his hand slips away from stroking them together so he can empty some of the liquid on his fingers. he doesn't bother asking Adder further questions like is he ready and how long has it been since someone's touched his ass, because he will always treat him with the care and devotion one would simply think a Hungarian criminal swinging a mace or axe around all the time isn't capable of. even if he's so horny he can barely think in one language let alone two, and taking it slow seems more and more like it was not one of their most well-thought out ideas.
after tossing the oil aside, his clean hand rests against the inside of Adder's thigh. the other slides its way between his legs, easing beneath his cock until the pad of his finger rests on the tight entrance. there's not much more preamble than that before he applies the pressure, sitting up on his knees a little better just so he can reach Adder for another kiss. ]
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janosh then moves with such tenderness and care that it only makes adder all the more certain what he'd said a moment ago was true: there is nothing more beautiful. the truth is it's been quite a while since adder’s done this – however long it's been since he and janosh last had the chance. he’s fucked just about every day since he’d found himself trapped in this awful village – void-touched, brothel girls, willing participants at the baths, he isn’t picky – but it's rare he would ever let himself be this vulnerable with anyone but janosh. he just doesn’t have that kind of trust with other people.
but despite all the aforementioned fucking, it’s been a harrowing few months since adder found himself in rubilyk. not that he’d been living the high life of a noble relaxing in a castle or anything, of course. the lives they’d left behind were anything but calm, but rubilyk is a special kind of tortuous.
all that to say he hadn’t realized how much tension his body’s holding onto until just now, when janosh begins to push his finger inside. it doesn’t hurt, and it’s not exactly uncomfortable, but adder can tell he’s going to really have to try to relax if they’re going to get anywhere. he draws in a few deep, steadying breaths as he tries to will himself to chill the fuck out already. his mood threatens to dip towards anger at this stupid fucking place for making everything so fucking difficult, even this, but it doesn't get a chance to fully ignite — he stamps it out too quickly. getting mad isn’t going to help.
and when janosh leans down to kiss him, he's quick to respond, propping himself on one elbow to meet him halfway as his other hand slides up to rest on the back of janosh's neck. it further soothes his burgeoning foul mood, which pushes him to deepen the kiss. if he's thinking about how happy he is to have janosh again then he won't be thinking about how much he hates this village and how much more he hates that it's affecting him so much.
when the kiss finally breaks, he immediately goes in for another. )
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he lets Adder deepen the kiss, drive it how he wants it to go, while trying to ease his finger in bit by bit. he isn't really concerned about hurting Adder, but he feels that tension and recognizes that it's more than usual. even though it's just a shallow intrusion so far, he draws his finger back again, eases it in from the start. he'll keep going that way until he feels the resistance letting up.
in the meantime, he wants to tell him to relax, but they barely get breaths in before they're kissing again. that's fine too. he'll just try to soothe him with his lips and his tongue (and even his mustache). the hand he's got on Adder's thigh strokes down his leg gently, like he's trying to coax him into relaxing. when the second kiss breaks, he rests his forehead against Adder's briefly. ]
Adder, look at me. Only me.
[ not what's happened to them, to him both in Rubilyk and home. just Janosh and his voice and his hands and how well they fit together. he replaces his forehead with his lips softly and then goes right back to Adder's mouth. it's what they've been saying: they don't have to hurry up and move on, they can be together like this for the rest of the day and into the next. Janosh doesn't even care to get a bite to eat until they're finally convinced that one or both of them isn't just going to disappear as soon as they pull apart. ]
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the words are enough to ground him, at least. of course they are. janosh always knows exactly what to do or say. his presence does make the future in rubilyk seem a little less bleak –
– but adder’s not thinking about that now. he's listening to janosh, he's looking at janosh. the man he loves most in this world. his best friend. the only guy who can piss him off and make him laugh both at once.
when he focuses on those things, and the lingering sensation of janosh’s kiss to his forehead, and the way they're kissing now as if it might be their last, he feels the tension loosen just a bit. he's getting there.
this time when the kiss breaks adder has to lower himself back down onto the bed before his arm starts to protest too much. too bad, but at least he keeps his lovely view. )
I'm looking, ( he grins, giving into the urge to make light of something that had clearly meant so much for him to hear. ) And I already told you, I like what I see!
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he can't help but smile a little against their kiss when he does feel Adder relax some more. it's just a bit but that's fine. he can get his finger a little deeper, persuading the tension to keep on lifting with attentive massages.
his view isn't so bad either, Adder lying on the mattress beneath him, his smile bright as always. it doesn't matter what words are coming out of that charming mouth of his at any given moment, when he grins it's the only thing in the whole world that Janosh can see.
he breathes out a laugh, moving his hand from Adder's leg to curl around his cock in some long strokes. is he teasing him or rewarding him? yes. ] Yeah, I can tell.
[ just keep at it, he urges silently before he's shifting himself lower between Adder's legs so he can still use his fingers on him, but also reach parts of him with his mouth. while thrusting his finger in deeper still, he kisses an old scar on Adder's stomach (he'll be ignoring the newest one again for now), and the hard bone of his hip. Patient movements, but hungry for him all the same. ]
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Shut up, ( he says, very much in the manner of someone who hopes the other party involved never, ever shuts up.
then as janosh moves lower to pepper him with more kisses, adder just touches him, however he can. janosh has shown him reverence; he wants to do the same, smoothing rough hands over strong shoulders, then tracing along janosh's back. as with everything, he wants to commit this all to memory. )
Janosh, ( he says, after a little while. even speaking his name feels like something adder wants to treasure, as if he hasn't been saying "janosh this, janosh that" every single day since his arrival. ) I'm alright. I can take more.
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