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TDM II

The Ton Test Drive Meme II

Welcome to the The Ton's second Test Drive Meme!

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NAVIGATION.

🌿 Arrival • Welcome Drinks • The Greenhouse Effect • Skinny Dipping • Give You Butterflies [NSFW] • That Belongs in A Museum • Jump to Comments 🌿

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Arrival

I. WELCOME

You don't remember when or where you fell asleep exactly...

Perhaps it's the tickling sensation of a low hanging tree branch brushing against your nose or the feel of the slightly damp grass underneath you that causes you to awaken but when you do you'll find yourself lying amongst a glade of wisteria trees. You're not alone - nymphs of the trees laugh and dance about you, clearly amused at the new arrival. Along with them, your new loyal servant is here on Pheme's bidding. How this servant looks is different to each arrival. Some are saddled with short, stout butlers, others are welcomed by towering, busty maids. Regardless of their appearance, they introduce themselves with a kindness and warmth that is simultaneously reassuring and strangely impossible to resist when they beckon you to follow them from the grove and out into the city of Andovale.

The closest structure within sight is the Palace and its grounds. It is here that the Lady Pheme resides and from here that she rules over the city, your servant explains to you. You have been selected and brought here personally by her. It is she who assigned the servant to guide you through the regency-inspired city that is your new home.

Eventually, they will bring you to your new residence within the outskirts of somewhere called the "Trade Quarter". You are now the resident of a room within one of the many imposing town houses which make up the Grand Crescent. Throughout your stay here the servant will be your own personal butler or maid. This is where all new arrivals will be living for the time being you are told. Your servant will also give you a crash course on life here and the concept of Thumos - the energy or life force that keeps Andovale and all life within it going - including you now that you are here. It's generated through acts of intimacy, whether that be physical or emotional.

Once you have been shown to your room, you are given two things: a network communication device and a letter. The letter reads as follows:

My dearest reader,

Welcome to Andovale.

The delights of our fair city are yours to explore.

I do hope that you make your stay here a most interesting one. I shall be frightfully disappointed if you do not - and we do not want that, do we?

You will hear from me again very soon.

Yours Truly,

Lady Pheme

You are free to wander about and explore the house and its surroundings as you please. It's certainly spacious enough. As well as your own quarters, each of the townhouses of the Grand Crescent have large communal areas, which includes the kitchens (although why you'd like to go there when your servant can fetch any delicacies you'd like for you!), a dining room, a parlour with its own small library, two drawing rooms (somewhere you can go to chill out basically - harp music anyone?) and a generously sized garden.

Strangely, unlike most accurate regency townhouses, there do not appear to be any servant's quarters - perhaps these servants don't need to rest? Or they go somewhere else entirely for that?

Why not introduce yourself to your new housemates? Or enjoy some tea and cakes that have been prepared for you personally by your retainer, which they seem to keep insisting on bringing to you?

II. AN INVITATION

Whether you're brand new to Andovale or a an established ~~if a little unwilling~~ resident by now, your assigned maid or butler will track you down. They are not empty-handed and they carry a silver tray, upon which is an envelope with a wax seal bearing the letter "P". Inside the envelope is an invitation. An invitation from your benevolent ruler, Lady Pheme herself.

Each character will receive an invitation identical in wording to the one below:

EVENT AT THE PLEASURE GARDENS

YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME HERE

Is requested to attend an exclusive event at the PLEASURE GARDENS, on 27th of May current.

Admission to the attraction begins at 6 o'clock p. m.

Wear something green for this special occasion.

Lady Pheme

Your servant can help you find something appropriate to wear - or not appropriate, the choice is entirely yours, after all. If you decide to go with their guidance, it is notable that they seem a little less decisive in the sort of outfit you should be wearing for this event - only, as Pheme said, that it should be something green. An evening gathering surely must require formal wear though and they will eventually press upon you the importance of wearing Regency Full Dress for the night ahead.

You may come to regret this.

Note: Even though it's a little different from the norm, this event will still count as a ball and all attendees will get 10 Reputation Points✨, just for showing up and looking respectable. Indulging with the theme and wearing an acceptable green outfit will also gain attendees a further 5 Points✨.

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WELCOME DRINKS

CW: alcohol

So, you've received an exclusive invitation to the Pleasure Gardens' latest pop-up attraction from Lady Pheme herself? How exciting! Ordinarily, the Gardens are open to anyone willing to pay the small amount of Thumos required to enter, but tonight it seems that only those brought in from other worlds are permitted access. You're getting an exclusive preview of the attraction, one of the guards at the gates tells you.

One of their colleagues will escort you down the torch flame lit pathways, through the gardens to the centre - the open space where all events like this take place.

Tonight, that open space is not so open. Besides the vast outdoor ballroom floor, in front of you is a giant glass house - basically, a large fancy green house between you and I. These are often found at grand country houses to show off and cultivate exotic, never before seen plants from far off lands. You've been brought here for the unveiling of this attraction. How such a thing could possibly be temporary seems highly improbable, but that's Pheme for you.

Feel free to begin the evening with mingling and dancing as befitting of any ball, but before the night is over you will feel yourself propelled forward to join the queue to get into the "Palm House," almost as if an invisible hand is shoving you forwards. You're even handed an extremely green and theme appropriate alcoholic beverage to consume in the queue while you wait. It's all very civilised.

Oddly, this drink won't get you drunk in the usual way, despite the alcohol content. Instead you will find yourself imbued with a hefty sense of glee and eagerness for adventure. It's all to help ease you into this experience, after all.

You're admitted to the Palm House one at a time - it's fine, you'll see your friends inside! Just as you set foot through the doors, your head is filled with the sound of a woman's voice, soft and beguiling:

"Dearest gentle member of the ton - what happens in the Palm House, stays in the Palm House. You are free tonight."

Note: For those that don't drink, there's also an alcohol free version. It looks completely identical to the boozy version.

Whether that drink has got you in the spirit or not, entering the Palm House is worth your while. All of those who enter will instantly receive 20 Reputation Points✨. And in case it wasn't already obvious, on this very special of occasions and the debut of her attraction, Pheme is turning a blind eye to what happens to you all in there. These things need a whole lot of Thumos to run properly and some of you will be doing her a huge favour... you just don't know it yet.

There will be no NPCs present in the Palm House, only your characters. Tonight is an exclusive preview for Pheme's Chosen, after all.

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THE GREENHOUSE EFFECT

Entering the Palm House is a rather surreal experience to say the least. Sure, it looked pretty grand from the outside, but that's nothing compared to what greets you inside...

You might have been expecting a typical large tropical greenhouse as per any botanical garden visit, if such things exist to you back home. However, this particular green house appears to contain nothing less than a few dozen acres of rain forest. If the word "Tardis" resided in the vocabulary of the Ton's residents then it would surely be applied here. Pheme's out to show off again.

The moment you take a step or two through that door you feel strangely disoriented. Take a few steps more - perhaps you change your mind and decide to head back to the door you just came through. Only when you do, you'll find that the door is no longer there.

There is another door out of here but that involves crossing the length of the exhibit - and as you can now see quite clearly, that is not going to be such an easy task. There are paths to take and to (hopefully) stick to, but they seem to crisscross at every turn you take and go in all different directions. Thick rainforest surrounds you on all sides, its dense foliage extending towards what you can see of the glass ceiling and the night sky beyond that.

Pheme hasn't been quite cruel enough to leave you wandering through the rainforest by moonlight alone. Many of the plants here glow with an unnaturally bright bioluminescence - and there is more. Every now and again during your travels you will see the light of a of lantern darting amongst the trees, accompanied by alluring and lilting female voices, often laughing with delight. They might seem a little familiar to you.

It seems that the tree nymphs (or dryads) from the wisteria grove have sisters and they're making themselves quite at home in the Palm House. If you happen to catch a decent view of one of them, you'll find yourself face to face with quite possibly one of the most beautiful - not to mention scantily clad - women you have ever laid eyes on. They won't stick around long though. Make the mistake of trying to follow one of them and you'll find yourselves off the path and even more lost and disoriented than you were before.

You might be really regretting your choice of dress right about now - even if you are camouflaged with all of the greenery.

Note: If your character does not manage to find the exit (or one of the magic wreaths mentioned below) then they will only remain trapped in the Palm House until dawn. After that time period they will themselves slipping into a deep slumber, only to awaken right back in their cosy bed within the Grand Crescent (or wherever they've now made their home) a few hours later. You can thank your servant for that.

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SKINNY DIPPING

CW: large bodies of water, possible nudity

Unsurprisingly, it's hot in the forest, and the chances are that you didn't exactly come in here dressed for this.

While the dryads have made themselves at home on the land inside the Palm House, their naiad cousins (or water nymphs) have made themselves comfortable within the many rainforest pools. You can hear their delighted giggling as you traverse the forest and they will even call out to you in alluring tones, somehow knowing your name. It's impossible to resist following the sound and when you do you'll find yourself in front of one of the many pools that can be found within the Palm House.

Oddly, there is no sign of the naiads now that you're here. The water is beautifully crystal clear and dappled with the snatches of moonlight managing to shine through the forest canopy. That water is calling out to you, to drink and to bathe - you will feel an overwhelming compulsion to start removing your stuffy clothing, dive right in and cool down.

It's fine, after all, there's no one else around. Yet.

Just be care those pesky water nymphs don't hide your clothes.

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GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES... (NSFW)

CW: sex, aphrodisiac, sex pollen, insects

It's not just nymphs and you lot making yourselves at home in the Palm House.

Often mistaken for moths, there's one species group of nocturnal butterflies, but their wings are dull, plain, and uninteresting. Clearly not a good fit for a glorious Palm House, designed by Pheme herself. That is precisely why Pheme has created her own, never before seen species of night butterfly, especially for this occasion.

Their wings are like gossamer, beautifully transparent like a ordinary glasswing butterfly but these ones glow in the dark. You probably encounter one or two as you make your way through the rainforest, but the longer you spend in here, the more the butterflies begin to swarm. Looking up and you'll see a "kaleidoscope" high above your heads, hundreds of them flocking together in a brightly glowing mass above the treeline. The display is only brief, but it leaves you with a strange yet probably not unfamiliar feeling.

You see, these butterflies have been carrying pollen on their bodies and legs, as butterflies often do, helping to spread the stuff. It seems whatever plant they have recently been feeding from has some very curious properties... and you can probably guess where this is going.

You feel hot - even more than you already did being stuck in a tropical forest. Not only that, you feel the strongest desire for physical intimacy. Effects vary depending on how much pollen you've been doused with, but you still have a deep, desperate need to do something about it. For those most strongly affected and desiring the ultimate, touching yourself may bring some relief. That may very well be your first thought to try, but some is the operative word here.

That person you've always had a flirtation with? Now is the time. You have to have them. You have to have each other. Or maybe you've just met this person, here, in the rainforest today? Maybe you're two people who ordinarily don't even like each other? Perhaps there's more than two of you?

It doesn't matter. You won't rest until you've gotten that release.

Note: The butterflies swarm covers a wide enough area that you can be anywhere within the Palm House when their pollen hits. While this is obviously a sex pollen prompt, players can choose how strongly their characters have been affected. It may be that they only got the lightest dousing of pollen and kissing is enough to satisfy them. On the other hand, maybe they got so covered in the stuff that only doing the deed will do. The choice is yours.

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THAT BELONGS IN A MUSEUM

CW: chance for NSFW

So, you're not having much luck navigating your way out of this foliage filled nightmare? There is another way out. At some point on your travels, one of the naiads will take pity on you and try to help you out: "Find one of the wreaths!"

Deeper into the greenhouse, or this pseudo rainforest as it basically is, you'll find ancient Greek laurel wreaths made of pure gold. They might be just lying on the ground, or up a tree, or under the water in one of the forest pools... The choice is yours as to where you find it, We'll leave that entirely to your discretion.

It will take quite some doing given how far into the jungle these treasures are, but should you manage to find one, upon contact, it will teleport you, and whoever you might be holding onto, out of the greenhouse and right back to the entrance to the Pleasure Gardens again.

The wreaths won't be easy to find, and you'll face many obstacles along the way. Some set to distract you entirely from your goal, which is get the hell out of here. Unless you actually like it in here? You do you, boo. We're not judging.

The teleportation abilities of the wreaths themselves can only be activated by generating a small amount of Thumos between yourself and another first, another naiad will explain. That means no grabbing one for yourself and hightailing it out of here! Oh no, no, no. What about your chums? It would not be seemly to leave them in the lurch, after all.

Note: Obviously more than one character can use one of these wreaths to teleport out of the Palm House, as long as each of you has a hand on the item and you have generated Thumos between all of you then it will work.

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Wildcard

To assist you with inspiration our full list of Andovale's locations can be found here.

Want to play something that isn't listed here? Go ahead!

Please note that TDMs are considered game canon.

As stated above, both prospective and current characters who are already in game are permitted to top-level on TDMs. However, we do ask that current players be mindful and welcoming to prospective new players and that they do try and make the effort to tag out beyond their current in-game CR.

For newbies: As your first port of call, we would recommend having a read of the premise page, as well as our rules and FAQ.

For any general game questions you may have which are not answered by the FAQ then please leave a comment on the FAQ page - for any questions specific to this TDM then please respond to the questions comment below.

Most importantly - have fun!

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Orym is currently crawling out of his skin and trying not to look like it. He has no idea what's caused it (damn butterflies) only knows that there is an itch that if he doesn't scratch soon it may drive him mad.

But any of that is entirely unimportant when he hears that voice. His eyes widen and the sight of Dorian is such a welcome one that it steals all the breath straight out of his lungs for a moment.

Once he remembers how to breathe again, he manages a relieved,]

Dorian!

[And then he's moving towards him quickly, not hesitating to fling himself up into the Air Genasi's arms. ...right around the time he realizes that it's possible Dorian won't remember their time together in Folkmore at the whim of the Fox. Caleb Widogast didn't recognize him, after all and--

Doesn't matter. He's already committed to winding his arms around the other man and holding close like he'd half thought he'd never see him again.]

You're here.

[ Dorian can’t help a relieved breath of his own as the realization starts to settle in his mind that Orym is here. He’d been so worried since his arrival that something might have happened, that he and Orym would have been separated again, and trying to distract himself with his new surroundings and ordeal had only helped so much.

But seeing the halfling now causes a familiar flutter in his heart, and he’s more than ready to catch him when he launches himself into his arms. He holds Orym tight, taking comfort in breathing in his familiar scent and feeling the warmth of his presence. ]

I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were here too, otherwise I would have looked harder for you.

But I’m so glad to see you.

[Relief washes over him like a welcome splash of cool water. Dorian is here. It's strange not to be able to feel or hear the other man in his mind, and he wonders if that means that Dorian won't remember their time together in that other world, if Dorian doesn't remember being together.

But something about the way that the bard holds him right now sparks some little flciker of hope in him.]

I didn't know you were either. After everything with the Fox, I thought it was her playing some new game, but when it wasn't I...

[He shakes his head again and tightens his arms around him.]

Me too. So glad.

[ It is strange, the lack of Orym’s presence in his mind feeling oddly lonely, despite still having him in his arms. But they’re here together, and it’s such a relief not to have to navigate this strange new world on his own. ]

I know, I thought so too. This seems like something she’d do, isn’t it?

[ It was hard to imagine that there could be more than one cosmic force like the Fox, but apparently there is.

Gently cupping the back of Orym’s head, he combs his fingers through his hair before pulling back, just enough to study Orym’s face. ]

Are you all right? You’re not hurt, are you?

[ He hasn’t run into anything dangerous in this forest so far, but he at least had to make sure that Orym is okay. ]

[The second wave of relief as Dorian agrees with him, recognizes what he's saying about the Fox nearly floors him, and would if he weren't quite comfortably in Dorian's arms. And it only fuels that twisting, molten heat, that creeping need that is still building in him.]

It does. Apparently we're popular with the scary powerful cross-dimensional kidnapping type. But you're here.

[And that means more than Orym can put to words. He shivers in his arms at the feeling of those fingers in his hair.]

I'm fine. I'm not hurt. Are you all right?

[His eyes roam over Dorian's face and -- with the butterflies still fluttering overhead -- he barely waits for an answer before claiming Dorian's lips in a kiss like his life depends on it.]

[ A wry chuckle works its way up Dorian’s throat. ]

Apparently so. I’m just glad they decide to take both of us.

[ Dorian only manages a faint nod before Orym’s lips find his, and his breath hitches softly. While they’ve certainly kissed before, there’s an intensity behind this one that leaves him feeling a little lightheaded.

But the kiss sends a pulse of heat crackling like lightning across his skin, and with a small groan his fingers lightly grip Orym’s hair as he returns the kiss. ]

[Orym wants to swallow that groan whole, and an answering sound slips from his lips even in the midst of that kiss. Eventually he draws back just enough to speak.]

So am I. I was worried I wouldn't find you here, or you wouldn't remember.

[And straight back to kissing because it almost eases the maddening need in him. Almost. But just when he thinks it might, it only feeds it, and that desire surges back in a rush of lust.]

[ Dorian nods; it had been something he worried about when he woke up in the grove alone and learned about where he was, that he had been taken from Orym.

But he doesn’t get a chance to say so when Orym kisses him again, and he holds the halfling closer to deepen the kiss. The heat continues to flash through him, and he can’t help gently nipping at Orym’s bottom lip as one hand begins to wander along the lithe body against his. ]

[There's an undeniably pleased sound as Orym welcomes that kiss deeper. His arms wind more securely around Dorian's neck, legs wrapping around his waist. He's thoroughly forgotten that they're out in the open in some sort of magical rain forest. That seems like some minor detail that pales in comparison to the taste of the other man's lips.

His hands find their way to Dorian's collar, fingers finding the fastenings of his shirt and starting to work it undone, the sudden need to let his hands roam over warm skin.]

[ He barely can spare a thought to where they are, or that anyone can come across them, when the halfling wraps himself around him, sending another surge of heat pooling in his stomach.

When Orym’s fingers start to slip under his shirt, he breaks the kiss, breathing hot and heavy against the other man’s lips as he murmurs softly. ]

Orym…

[Orym is panting softly himself, opening his eyes to fix on Dorian. His pupils are blown wide, only a thin halo of green visible as he looks at the other man, gaze roaming over familiar, devastatingly handsome features.]

Dorian...

[He murmurs back to him, soft, but echoing with the need that has taken over. His fingers tracing their way down his chest, working buttons undone as he goes.]

Gods, Dorian... I need you. [Need isn't even a strong enough word.]

[ Dorian draws in a breath, seeing Orym’s eyes so full of desire and need, the same need that burns through his own veins. Despite the warm air around them, Orym’s fingers still leave a trail of heat across his skin, and he shivers. ]

I need you too, Orym…please…

Yes... [Orym breathes the words to him, a promise and a plea and a certainty that he might burn up entirely if he doesn't have Dorian's hands on him more, and soon.

It's been a little while since their feelings for each other, and Orym has very much come to enjoy the feeling of kissing Dorian, of being wrapped up in the bard's arms. But it hasn't gone further yet even if the desire has certainly been there. Gods knows it's been there, and now? Now any restraint on that has been shattered.

Especially with the sound of that please in Dorian's voice.

He's gotten Dorian's shirt open as much as he can given how he's currently clinging to him.]

[ The response gets another sound rising from Dorian’s throat, and he’s back to capturing Orym’s lips in another searing kiss. He shifts his hold on Orym, securing him in his arms in order to lower them both to the damp ground.

They’ve certainly had their share of sweet moments together since confessing their feelings for one another. But it’s never moved further than kissing or curious exploration through clothing. But now, Dorian can’t remember why they had waited so long to do this.

Because oh gods does he want this.

Once he has Orym laid out underneath him, his lips trail down his jaw to his neck, kissing along the column of it as his hands are now able to roam along the other man’s firm chest. ]

[The heat of the kiss threatens to consume him, and Orym would happily allow it to do just that if it meant that he could keep kissing Dorian this way. His heart thunders in his chest, pounding his ears.

He feels himself settled back to the ground, plants soft against his back and Dorian hot and firm above him.

Letting his head fall back to bare his neck to that attention a wordless plea for more, one hand buries fingers into Dorian's hair. He opens his eyes to gaze up at the butterflies still dancing above him.]

I love you so much. I'm so glad you're here... [And oh he knows that's selfish, to be relieved that someone else has been pulled into whatever strange mess this might be.]

[ He continues kissing down Orym’s neck, occasionally dragging his teeth across the skin as he continues lower, a pleased sound rumbling in his throat as those fingers sink into his hair. ]

I love you too. [ The words are spoken into his skin, rough as gravel, as he presses open-mouth kisses to his chest. ] So much. I’m glad you’re here too.

[ If it’s selfish, then he wants to be selfish for a little bit. But he’s also glad to be here, so that Orym isn’t alone either. ]

[Orym wonders briefly if it's possible to actually burst into flames from the sheer heat of the desire in him, which is only fanned by each touch of those lips or teeth against his skin.]

Dorian...

[He calls his name like a plea, like a prayer. The world makes sense again as long as Dorian is here, close, within the reach of his arms.

Orym goes back to finishing unbuttoning Dorian's shirt, dragging the fabric down his shoulders, his arms.]

[ Dorian draws in a sharp breath, the way his name falls from Orym’s lips sending another rush of heat straight to his arousal. Once his shirt is opened he shrugs out of it, shivering at the feel of Orym’s hands across his skin. ]

Orym…oh, Orym…

[ He kisses lower down Orym’s body, his hands smoothing over strong thighs as he feels the shape of Orym’s length with his lips through the fabric of his pants. After a moment, though, he breathes a soft laugh. ]

These clothes must have been torture for you.

[ Dorian hadn’t minded them himself, but this style is certainly more restrictive than anything Orym is usually comfortable with. ]

[With nothing left in his way, Orym's hands can roam unimpeded, and roam they do, finding the familiar angles of his chest, over his shoulders, down his back as Dorian continues his way down his body. Fuck.

His voice catches in the middle of a groan as he feels the heat of that mouth through the material of his trousers. Extra fuck.

In the next moment he's laughing too, quiet and breathless.]

They were. I can barely move in them...

[However.]

I can, however, appreciate how you look in them.

[Dorian more than pulls it off.]

[ Such a simple compliment, but it still colors his cheeks as his heart flutters. Even so, he chuckles again as he continues mouthing at Orym’s length. ]

Well, thank you. But my poor darling, feeling so confined. Even if you look quite handsome yourself.

[ He toys with the fastening of Orym’s trousers, meeting his eyes with a playful, if questioning smile. ]

But perhaps I can do something to help~

[Orym smiles at the sight of that blush, charmed to no end by Dorian. This is hardly new, though the smile is shaken away by a moan in the next moment at the words, at feeling of that mouth still playing along him, so close and so far with the fabric of his pants in between.

His lips part around a catch of breath and he nods.]

Please? Gods, Dorian... please...

[Because he certainly feels more confined than ever now given the way his cock is responding to Dorian's attention.]

[ Dorian smiles, pressing more open-mouthed kisses to Orym’s confined arousal. ]

Of course, love.

[ As if he could ever deny Orym anything.

Even so, he toys with the fastening of Orym’s pants before opening them, and then takes his time to draw the trousers down Orym’s legs, inch by painstaking inch, until he can finally remove them completely.

Then Dorian meets Orym’s eyes as he hovers close to the pulsing length, centimeters over the head so that when he speaks the words ghost over the tip. ]

Feel better~?

[Orym feels himself shiver at the endearment alone, the fact that he's somehow lucky enough to be Dorian's love. Aphrodisiac pollen or not, he certainly hasn't lost sight of that.

He lifts his hips to try to help Dorian taking his trousers off, groaning as his arousal is set free. His eyes widen, pupils blown as he watches Dorian, watches the way the other man leans in comes so close and stops.

And Orym lets his head fall back with a groan.]

Much... better. [Better yes but he needs so much more and that mouth is such a perfect temptation.] Gods, please...

[ A faint chuckle, then Dorian gently cups the shaft with one hand as he presses a kiss along the underside, humming softly and letting the sound rumble along it. ]

Well…since you asked so nicely.

[ He would never just leave Orym wanting like that. But hearing him beg so sweetly sends a rush of heat straight through his core.

Holding Orym’s gaze, Dorian then runs his tongue along the slit, before slowly drawing just the tip between his lips. ]

[Orym reaches a hand down to tangle into Dorian's hair, feeling the aching jolt of pleasure through his arousal at the first few touches of those lips along his length. Orym has had plenty of dreams of what this might feel like but his imagination was nowhere near so good.

Every inch of his being feels like it's been set on fire, and it's the most thrilling thing that he can remember feeling.]

I'll ask... as nicely as you want, beautiful.

I. WELCOME

II. AN INVITATION

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