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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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(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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he's kind of torn between wanting to take Adder's cock in his mouth too or to simply keep touching him and marveling at his body as though he hasn't seen or touched it in a lifetime (and it's felt like that, honestly). but having that same devotion and care reciprocated with Adder's touches warms him through, fills him up with a jumble of things he can't even put intelligible words to. he's more one to give out love than to seek it, but Adder never fails to remind him how nice it is to be on the other side.
he does manage to work his way to another finger as he prepares Adder, but he can't help but still worry a little. he'd not been concerned with hurting Adder before, but okay maybe, just maybe, he does think that he might break a little easier than he has in the past. no wonder they can't seem to make up their minds if they're going fast or slow, there's so much going on in their minds and hearts. life, fucking, everything else was easy enough to settle into once, and then Henry of Skalitz comes along and suddenly the path they comfortably walked drops off into a maze. ]
You sure? [ he asks, pulling his fingers back a little bit as he looks up the length of Adder's body to meet his eyes. the third is added then and he shifts back up, looking for the oil again. he's not asking because he doesn't believe Adder, it's more for himself. he doesn't want to mess this up, to wake up from the dream he's having. in case Adder has any doubt on whether or not Janosh is ready for more though, he adds cheekily: ] If I don't get to fuck you soon, I'm going to burst.
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( he knows it would be easier if he just rolled over now and let janosh fuck him like that, but that isn't what adder wants. he wants to see janosh's face. he wants to kiss him and hold him while they fuck. for him, this is their first time together in months now. he doesn't know how long it's been for janosh; it could be even more than that with how nonsensically time seems to function here. however long it's been, he wants this time to be as sweet and intimate as the both of them deserve - yet another thing he would never dream of saying aloud, but he's confident that janosh feels the same.
he reaches down and taps janosh's wrist, signaling him to remove his fingers for a moment. )
Let's move like this, ( he says, repositioning himself on the bed so he's laying sideways across the mattress, with his ass right on the edge. he grabs the pillow and wedges it beneath his hips to give janosh a better angle.
an explanation is needless, surely, yet he still finds himself saying, ) I want to see you while we do it.
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he's of a similar mind, reluctant to move them in any sort of way that would require giving up the chance to hold Adder. it's been a while for Janosh too, and of course he was rather reasonably convinced that there would never even be another time. this absolutely can't be wasted.
with that tap at his wrist, he withdraws and lets Adder roll around to his position of choice. he merely watches with a quiet fascination as he so often has for Adder in private moments like this. once he indeed catches on to the plan, he uses some more of the oil to coat his cock. it brings out only the quietest hiss of pleasure when he touches himself. then he steadies a hand firmly on Adder's hip. maybe slightly more of a challenge from this angle but he wouldn't have it any other way. he wants to be looked at, and he wants to look at Adder too.
the pillow at least helps too, as he positions himself. he doesn't notice that he's holding his breath, like all the anticipation and longing is just knotted up and blocking his lungs. breathing just isn't important until at least the head of his cock is buried inside, and even then he only surrenders to it in favor of murmuring Adder's name. ] Leszek—
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then janosh begins to push into him and that apprehension snaps like a bowstring pulled too taut, leaving behind nothing but desire. it's a good stretch. it reminds him that he's not a corpse — he's here and so is janosh and they can feel and fuck and love and it's fucking real. no one can take this from them.
surely only moments tick by but it feels agonizing slow as janosh enters him. adder's breaths come slow and deep, trembling slightly only when he feels the head of janosh's cock push into him completely. )
Fuck, Janosh. ( one hand goes to wherever janosh is bracing himself and wraps around his wrist, just to have another point of contact between them. with the other, he reaches down to slowly stroke himself a few times.
and because he cannot say it enough: ) I fucking missed you so much.
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up and down he goes, awash with grief, overcome with relief. it's no different now at their most intimate. the realization finally settles: Adder is real, and he's alive, and he's saying how much he's missed him. Janosh feels his breath catching again, always stuck in that stubborn tangle deep in his throat like he's stuck with God's driest lunch without a drop to drink. he feels he won't last long like this, and he's mad about it. but what are the odds he's done any random rolls in the hay at all since he's lost Adder? and now he has all of him back in force like this...
maybe he too wants to die in bed, but with a handful of Adder. ]
I've missed ... you too. [ his words, like the rest of him, are of a weaker thread than he'd have liked, but it's all those feelings again combined with the pure physical bliss of being inside the man he loves most in the world. he exhales slowly as he pushes his hips forward, not even content to pull back once until he's buried as deep as Adder will let him. ] I've missed you.
[ I've missed you. I've missed you. he can't say it enough times, in any language, in any form, but he'll start with this and by beginning to roll his hips and rock into Adder, a low groan in his chest as his body catches up to what his heart has been needing. ]
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and … shit, it’s like a moment can’t pass without his mood dipping again, regardless of what they’re doing. maybe that’s to be expected in a reunion such as theirs, but adder suddenly feels like such an asshole with his "i've missed you so much." all he did was die and wake up in a new place. at least he knew with some tenuous level of certainty that janosh was still out there somewhere. janosh didn't even have a body to bury.
his fingers tighten their hold on janosh's wrist a second time. )
I'm not leaving you again, ( he insists. yes, they've already discussed this but it bears repeating. he will fight tooth and nail to survive in this hellhole if it means staying by janosh's side.
but there is not much time for heartfelt conversation now, as janosh fucks him. oh, he's missed this. janosh fills him so perfectly. makes him feel like he's being taken apart piece by piece, like every other lay he's ever had has just been leading up to this one. a touch dramatic, maybe, but he takes fucking very seriously.
as janosh rolls his hips, adder follows his sweet words of reassurance with a colorful string of polish expletives, and: ) Fuck. That's good.
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Janosh doesn't think Adder's words hold any less weight than his own. he'd never think that. he's the one who lived, after all. he puts his opposite hand over Adder's at his wrist, giving him a squeeze of his own before he's back to balancing himself. he needs Adder to know that those words mean something to him, and they always will. ]
Fucking right you're not. [ he replies with part of a grin, this time his turn to act as though they're just goofing off again and not trying to keep the other from getting too sad. maybe they really are just a couple of idiots.
he quickens his pace, fucks into him deeper, knowing Adder can take more and that neither of them can be satisfied with going slow anymore. maybe Adder takes fucking a little more serious than he does, but Janosh takes Adder very seriously. he wants him to feel good, he wants him to be reminded of just how Janosh craves him. his voice is a grumble of pleasure and some Slovakian expletives here and there to add on to the Polish ones. for good measure.
not even the shared grief that's strung between them is enough to block out how intoxicated he feels by the way their bodies slot together. it's bliss as he thrusts into Adder and the bed, it's the scratch to an itch that even the richest of foods cannot satisfy. but they've always worked well together like this. no one will ever fill his mind and body and soul the way that this man does, nor would he want anyone to.
it's his Adder and Adder alone, and he's so grateful to have him back again. ]
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as he continues stroking himself with one hand, his other slips away from its hold on janosh’s wrist so he can fold his arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow. for the briefest moment his eyes fall shut but he remembers he wants to watch janosh. he wants to see him. i fucking missed you. the mantra continues. he missed him. he can't believe he has him back. he's never letting him go again.
and, god, he feels so good inside of him.
a delicious, syrupy warmth begins to coil in adder's belly, and his hand stutters around his cock. he won’t last much longer, as much as he’d like to hold on. )
I'm going to come, ( he says with a breathless laugh, almost in disbelief at how they've failed so spectacularly in making this last. he doesn't mind though. not when he feels this good. maybe it's crass to think while he's getting his ass pounded into a mattress but for the second time now he thinks he hasn’t felt so complete in rubilyk until today.
and if the trade off is coming far too soon to have hours and hours of wild sex… well, he's okay with that.
his hand quickens around his cock as he chases that mounting pleasure. when he does come it's with a sharp gasp through gritted teeth as he tips over the edge into euphoric release, his body clenching around janosh’s cock. )
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that's probably why in response, he also laughs. he'd probably laugh harder if he wasn't in the middle of fucking, but he's breathless too. and he wants to kiss Adder. he's actually a bit disappointed that he isn't kissing him. there will be time for that though. somehow, there's a lot of time for that.
he doesn't feel like he needs to tell Adder that he's almost there too. any amount of time apart couldn't stop them from knowing each other like they're two halves of a single coin. if for some wild reason he wasn't about to join Adder though, the way he squeezes around Janosh's cock like that is plenty enough to get him there. that and how he gets to see Adder's face as he comes which is just as pleasurable as being inside him. ] Fuck- [ he curses again, the only preamble to his own release. his body almost even trembles when he thrusts down against Adder's, a crash of the physical and emotional happening all at once.
he bends down onto his forearms, framed around Adder's head and shoulders so he can still look at his face in between all the stars in his eyes. and he just huffs another laugh that's so fond and exasperated and full of love all at once. ]
After such big talk. [ but Janosh couldn't sound more pleased when he says it. he hasn't felt this good in — well, since he was last with Adder. there is just nothing that compares. and then he does kiss him again. ]
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Fuck off, ( he still says as they part, but immediately goes in for another kiss. it might not be the endless fucking he'd been imagining but he could still lay here for hours content with this, though first they'll need to move and clean up a little. reluctantly, he unwraps his legs from around janosh's back. is he not-so-subtly wiping his jerk-off hand on the sheets too? yes. is it kinda gross? yes. don't worry about it. they have a whole second bed in here and it's pristine.
as they part a second time: ) You're a dick.
( balance is restored. things are as they should be. )
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Yeah, yeah. [ he answers, pulling Adder against his chest and planting a kiss against the side of his face. ] And I love you too!
[ nature is, indeed, healing ]
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in the meantime, his arms wrap around janosh's neck and he presses a kiss to his cheek in turn with an appreciative hum. )
I want to kiss every part of you. ( he kisses janosh's lips, just a quick peck. ) I want to stay in this bed with you forever.
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he at this precise moment feels a bit like every part of him has melted and Adder's words do nothing to bring him solid again. he really could get used to this forever. ]
I do not think we could manage that, but I would still try, for you. [ given a choice between staying in this bed forever with Adder, or going about his business without him, the answer is very clear. he grins then, because they can't go more than two minutes without ribbing each other. ] And so, are you going to kiss the Janosh or not?
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( he says this as he's taking janosh's face in his hands, barely done talking himself before he's already placing a tender kiss on his brow. more kisses press softly to janosh's eyelids, his cheek, his jaw, back to his lips. he takes his time with that last one, kissing janosh gently and sweetly and like they haven't already kissed over a dozen times since stepping foot in this room.
obviously janosh is right -- they can't stay in this bed forever, no matter how adder thinks he'd like to right now -- so adder finds himself instead thinking ahead to how different his days will be in rubilyk now. the truth is he's been lonely and bored, despite how many friendly faces he's surrounded himself with. it's by no fault of theirs. he and janosh have simply been together too long for adder not to feel their separation as keenly as he has.
all that means is he's terribly excited for the littlest things. having meals together. talking shit together. even just sitting in silence and watching folks will be better with janosh than it has been alone.
thinking about all that warms his heart so much that he scarcely knows what to do besides just... keep kissing. so that's what he does. )
Janosh, ( adder murmurs into the kiss, still for no reason other than the delight of saying it. )
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[ he murmurs as Adder's taking his face in his hands like that. it's really hard to keep going on that angle though when those kisses are so terribly sweet. Janosh feels like the luckiest man alive (if he is still alive) to be able to have this side of Adder. and maybe he really died too the day he lost him, but his heart has wrenched itself right back to life, warm and fluttering despite some lingering ache.
he huffs softly as though all the kisses are tickling him, all too happy to return the kiss at his lips. he himself can barely think past this exact moment, but the prospect of having this part of him returned is thrilling and wonderful. nothing is going to take that feeling away from him, no French bastards, no hellish monsters or whatever happens in this place. ]
Janosh what? [ he replies softly, even though he already knows there's not really an answer coming. contrary to what they've been telling each other, Janosh just wants to hear Adder speak about anything and everything or even nothing. he steals a kiss for himself, flattening his palm against the small of Adder's back as he holds him. ] I missed you.
[ he keeps saying it and it's never enough. ]
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I'm sorry, ( he says, sorrow tingeing his voice more than he means it to.
he knows he doesn't need to go there, and that he really shouldn't when he'd already told janosh not to apologize, but he can't help himself. ) I'm sorry you had to go through such fucking shit on your own.
( and he had already said it, when janosh relayed the story of how things had gone back home, but he says it again: ) I should have been there with you.
( it likely wouldn't have made a difference at all. maybe bringing just one more man along would've even made the situation worse, having an extra mouth to feed and all when they were already struggling so much. stupid shit fucking job. they should've never, ever gone after that silver.
but that's war, isn't it? the loss of a handful of men, the suffering of a handful of others... none of that really matters, in the end.
adder's hands leave janosh's face as he speaks, moving to wrap his arms around him again in a loose embrace. he doesn't kiss him. he doesn't do anything just now but look at that silly, charming face. )
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Adder. Leszek. No— [ he pulls Adder in tightly for a moment, resting his head against him. ] No, no, no. It was fucking shit, but you suffered most.
[ he'd left Adder there, they didn't get to even bury him properly. Janosh doesn't even want to think about what could have happened to the body, it hurts too much and still he doesn't think his pain could be anywhere near Adder's. if Janosh isn't allowed to apologize, he certainly isn't. drawing back, his expression does its best to relax again. he takes in Adder's face like he's afraid he might have forgotten it already, even though that can't be possible. ]
I wish we had been together then. But we're together now. [ he dips his head slightly, making sure that Adder is still meeting his eyes. ] Hey? We're together now.
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Yes. We're together now.
( and that's enough — no, it's more than enough. it's more than he ever expected to have again. but that doesn't change — )
It just makes me so angry. I wanted to leave here the moment I woke up in those fucking woods but — ( he shakes his head, scowling. ) I couldn't.
( and of course deep down he doesn't really think he even can. his embrace tightens a little at the thought without his realizing it. )
But — ( he sighs, relenting. still hurting, still angry, still sad, but relenting. ) We're together now.
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