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TDM II
Welcome to the The Ton's second Test Drive Meme!
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🌿 Arrival • Welcome Drinks • The Greenhouse Effect • Skinny Dipping • Give You Butterflies [NSFW] • That Belongs in A Museum • Jump to Comments 🌿
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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 establishedif a little unwillingresident 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✨.
CW: alcohol
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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.
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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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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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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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.
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You did not abandon me, I am glad that you did so, it was better for all of us that you did.
[ He said the next a trifle haltingly. ]
Wulf ended up putting me down, which I am glad of. When I woke up, I was in the infirmary and in my own mind again. [ And then he had escaped as a cat to check on Essek, that had consumed his mind, that Essek be okay-- he'd worried so much ]
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How strange that it's the same body yet depending on who is inside it changes his reaction. The idea of Caleb touching him ignites his blood and makes his heart flutter. Even on the tails of the churning of his stomach. Seeing Caleb beautifully glowing with the bioluminescence of the flowers near by makes him want to--.. to kiss him, touch, feel the heat against his chilled skin.
But those bruises cause his brow to crease with concern.]
The production of thumos can heal those faster.. [a gesture to his own neck] if you are, ah, amendable.
[Yes he was offering to help heal those bruises. He felt responsible for why Caleb changed and.. well he couldn't find it in himself to be opposed to touching the other man.]
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The slow bite of his lower lip as he thought about, what-- there was no specific thing that Essek had mentioned. He otherwise had the capabilities to hide the marks until at which point he healed-- all day he had worn his scarf about the house as he had organized books and made himself busy.
The waters and grown several degrees hotter-- when had it turned into a steam bath? Maybe it was his own heated body that was making it so. When he spoke, his words were husky and soft, and perhaps a bit uncertain. Right now, warring within himself was respect and consideration for Essek up against a selfish desire to accept.
Bloody hell, he was weak. ]
If you are offering, ah yeah but.. [ he raised a single finger to clarify ] I will only accept what you are comfortable with, that will be enough ja. Please, do not go beyond your boundaries-- I will still benefit either way.
[ Inwardly he knew that perhaps it would replenish some of Essek's Thumos store too, but also? It could be considered an, expirement? ]
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What was it about the fiery wizard that made him so unlike himself.
Still, he cocked at eyebrow at the clarification.]
Caleb, I am within my right mind and know my own boundaries, I would not offer something I was uncomfortable with. [Not entirely true, he would if there was a gain and in a way he was slightly uncomfortable with this but only because he didn't want to push this too far, to get rejected again.
He's not sure his heart could handle it so soon again.]
Though, do stop me if I cross any of your own boundaries, I would not wish for you to be uncomfortable either.
[He wades closer, taking a slightly longer route around the small pool to keep his feet on the ground. Swimming was still not his strong suit and there was a slight fear of drowning itching at the back of his mind.]
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He was nervous; gods he was so very nervous.
The hand clasped stated in unspoken words that he would not let Essek flounder or drown. His own breathing was still a bit quickened. ] Then we are agreed, the two of us have the power to say 'no' and it will be taken as such with no questions asked and no hard feelings.
[ And thus he looped in Essek's agency with his own, twining them together with a bow. His other hand was then on Essek's waist once within reach and he tugged him closer, but not too close-- his eyes then slipped to Essek's eyes, and the careful downward sweet toward those full lips. He had tasted them twice and suddenly his lips tingled for want.
A swallow.
And then he leaned in and nuzzled their noses together because he had a feeling that if he kissed Essek, everything would change and he was prolonging that first step for as long as possible; because part of it terrified him just as much as it lured him. ]
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Still, he was not quite expecting the forwardness of Caleb's moves, for his waist to be grabbed and tugged closer, for the way those sapphire blue eyes gazed down at his lips-- Lips that he bites in anticipation with a pointed incisor. His breath felt short, quick, his cheeks suffused with heat that crawled down his neck and met at every point of contact they had like flowers blooming.
If he was perfectly honest, his offer was more in line with some hand holding and perhaps running his hands over the bruised neck, something light and not too forward -- but those thoughts escape him completely when Caleb nuzzles their noses together and he felt those flowers catch fire. No, they had already tasted each other, there was no going back to innocent touches.
At least this was positive proof towards the physical attraction he thinks Caleb might harbor, could benefit them if they do enter an agreement.]
Caleb.. [The name slips from him like a breathy prayer as his lashes flutter, feeling how they brush against the man's cheek as they are so close, the tension of maybe flowing through them as his hand comes up to rest ever so gently on the side of that bruised neck. A soft touch in contrast to the harsh one the man only recently experienced.
With a lick and bite to his lower lip, Essek nizzles back, so close he can almost taste Caleb's breath as it brushes against him, can feel the heat in those cheeks. He wants to close the distance, but there was something halting him from it -- the deep intimacy of almost was intoxicating, the anticipation, but also the fear of how everything could change.]
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Essek... [ that name was said breathlessly, a response like a church liturgy and his heart beating fast within his throat. His mouth finally touched down on Essek, warm and pliant, slightly damp from the waters, so was the beard that bit lightly into Essek's chin with a brush of friction.
And then his lips, tongue and scrape of his teetg started the slow and careful process of taking Essek apart with only a kiss. Already there was a hum of golden energy between them as the Thumos flared to life, pulsing as the swipe of his tongue played against the faint part of Essek's lips.
Salt and sweat was on that kiss in addition and even though his hands did not move from their spot, his thumb was drawing a slow circle against the wet linen of Essek's shirt that he wore. And gods Caleb was glad for some level of fabric between them though their bodies had not made full contact yet. ]
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The touch of lips leaves himself breathless, having to intake through his nose as he refuses to pull back from the feel of lips pressed against his own. The scent of green and water and the musky spiced orange of Caleb is rich in his nose as the man delves in and starts to pull him apart with an expert kiss, the scratch of beard sending him to new heights of being set aflame.
Whatever breath he regained is gone again when he parts his mouth to taste, to press against Caleb's tongue, partaking in the feast of his affections before him, one that was willingly given and not taken for one reason or another. He withdraws only enough to bite at Caleb's lip, fangs catching on that soft flesh before he delves back in, tongues dancing wetly together as they pet and rub.
His thumb rubs soothingly against Caleb's bruise, the heat of thumos between them taking this to pleasurable heights that leaves Essek equally grateful that he's still partially clothed.. but very keenly aware of how unclothed his companion is.]
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He was dizzy and he fell back against the rock wall; his back affecting a slouch as he utilized every moment of parted mouth to take his own breath; until Essek was back against his own lips, partaking of the sweetest ambrosia and his other hand slid from Essek's hand so that he could cup that cheek, moving forward eagerly to meet Essek on this tactical field.
It was always in the kiss, attraction. And Essek would find that Caleb being attracted was no lie indeed, he was not crowding space but every pore did quiver with the possibility of Thumos.
Finally Caleb pulled away, but only his lips-- he rested his forehead against Essek's and closed his eyes, murmuring. ] My neck is no longer tender to the touch...
[ the audacity of him to sound so sensual with the throaty subtle purr of his words as he figured out how to form sounds again ]
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Foreheads together, Essek opens his eyes a little, face tilted into the hand on his cheek, resting there in the contentment of Caleb's warmth, the way it makes the flame in his heart feel like an inextinguishable candle, flickering and dancing. He felt a shiver course through him at the sensual way Caleb said those words, how it felt like a purr against his senses.]
Good.. I had heard it healed as well, I-- [a gently humored smile that had no right to be that coy as he nuzzles against Caleb's palm] admit this was a gamble based on hearsay.
[His own voice was a sultry murmur, a breathless whisper that ended with Essek kissing at the corner of Caleb's lips, nuzzling his nose against the coarse hair of the man's beard, not seeming to stop even if their original goal is satisfied.
There was no hiding his own attraction and desire for Caleb, perhaps he hid his emotions well, but as he runs his free hand up that furred chest, he finds himself dizzy with want and no desire to stop unless told to.]
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He had wanted to make sure that Essek was still on board for this, still wanted the kiss; if it was alright to keep going or if a stop was required; he remembered the dream and the pulling away; he had taken that as a personal rejection upon waking up and part of him still buzzed with the feeling of that. Perhaps thinking that it was nothing more than a dream covered in bioluminescence and pond lichen.
And then the corner of his mouth was kissed and it was such a delightful surprise for him, he made a murmur of surprise and fuck, he allowed his head to tilt, those fingers to run through Essek's wet hair and then he pulled him in back to his own mouth.
But this time? His other hand slipped around waist and he pulled Essek flush against him, loose around the waist so that Essek could escape, and Essek would feel exactly how Caleb pressed against thigh underneath the waters. His mouth sliding open and seeking haven and sanctuary, and he was absolutely tingling with it while the Thumos hummed and filled him, getting underneath his skin.
No words, all they needed was lips and mouth and contact. It was also clear that there was something touch-starved about the other wizard, that he craved this sort of contact, this intimacy with the other man. ]
NSFW - Hanky Panky
It didn't take long for his growing interest to answer in kind and rapidly catch up, his desire ablaze.
The taste and feel of Caleb was enough to make him feel dizzy with lust, to feel breathless and safe in this warm embrace. Exploring Caleb's mouth with fervor, his arm comes to rest around the man's shoulders, pulling himself closer so they are remain flush together, unable to get enough of Caleb's touch.
There might be something touch starved about Caleb, but in kind, there was something just as touch starved and sensitive about Essek, how he can't stop the throaty moan that sounds between their lips at the feel of hot skin against him. At the taste and smell of Caleb, how all his senses were suffused with the man and he feels lust drunk with want for the man.
He didn't know he wanted this until this moment and now he's dizzy with want and breathless. Breaking the kiss to gasp for air, a breathy sound slipping from him as he kisses at the corner of Caleb's mouth again - but he doesn't pull away, only closer.
He feels absolutely overwhelmed, but he doesn't want to stop.]
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But now pressed back against the rock wall as he was, he was laid bare, laid bare and hunting mouth and tongue, sucking while his leg shifts to press between Essek's and inserting so that Essek could rest against him with their bodies melding together.
Caleb did not want to remove his lips so each time he had to take a breath, his mouth and tongue slid to taste against lower lip, upper lip-- and using his grip on the back of that head to kiss like a man starved. All the while, his hips rolled indolently and underneath the waters it was fluid, with his shaft sliding against thigh underneath water.
Though in the process, he was creating enough of a rolling movement that it would catch Essek just as much in it's undertow-- rising back and forth. When he moved his lips away, it was to catch the side of Essek's face, dangerously close to earlobe as he murmured ]
Let me help you feel good, Liebling...
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But this wasn't a mistake, Caleb knows his deepest regret and still wants him like this. He knows Caleb's past yet still loves and wants the man.. And Essek is a selfish man, there was no reason to choose to spare his heart and deny the only way he could have this gorgeous man. If sex was the only way he could have his heart's desire, then he would take it.
A moan, hushed and breathless, slips from him at the way their bodies moved together, the way he rested against Caleb as they lick and bite and kiss hungrily. The desire he felt for this man was such a strong pull that he fell into orbit without effort, this sun becoming the center of his universe by merely breathing such lust filled words right by his sensitive ears.
Adjusting his stance, Essek pressed his own thigh up under that generous length, giving Caleb purchase to roll against as he feels the way the water makes him ride up against the man's own thigh. Fingers twine with the hair at the back of Caleb's head as he nods, his other hand carding through the swath of chest hair, letting himself get caught up in the flow of their bodies.]
If only I can do the same, ta'ecelle-- [a breathless gasp]
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He nuzzled the spot just underneath the ear then, a symphony of beard and lips, tongue worrying the space there while he angled their bodies together so that they would connect, cock to quivering cock; heat shafted through him hotly and his hand slipped to cup the drow's rear while he worked his body in a grind against Essek.
He'd wanted this for too long, and now that he had Essek in his arms, willing-- gods, he was trying not to question it-- trying not to let his mind run away with the thought that he was an expirement. But gods, if he was, then were they not both getting what they needed? Essek a Thumos reserve and him, this. ]
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The honey thick pleasure of thumos on top of that only made him feel crazy with lust, overwhelmed as he tries to quiet a throaty groan as he rocks his hips forward with the movement.
How was it this good and he was still in his water logged linens? How was Caleb branding his body and overwhelming him with pleasure and they were not even fully skin to skin?
Gods, he gasps up at the tree tops as he tilts his head back and to the side for Caleb, giving him all the access he could want as he feels those lips and beard pull him apart. Pulling on Caleb's hair, he tries to get himself closer as they grind their hard cocks together, passionate in his want for Caleb.]
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But they were unable to, neither of them knowing that the other was thinking-- trying to convince themselves that they were happy to give that Thumos to the other man, unselfish and yet secretly hideously selfish when it boiled down to it.
Their bodies were like liquid gravity and fire, his own mouth was sliding against skin of neck, downward and then back up until he was nibbling against an earlobe and all the while his hand was slowly pushing down fabric, so that he could get cock to cock contact, the fabric down hips though no further, just enough until ridged flesh throbbing started to frot together. And then he groaned, skin of ear between teeth as he worried it ]
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And he nearly does, a moan escaping his bitten lips, trying to keep quiet , but he holds it back, wanting to chase this pleasure, this moment.
It might be his only chance, only time he will ever get Caleb like this, he wants to drink it in and devour it, not let his inexperience cause him to trip over the edhe so soon.
The sounds Caleb makes against his sensitive ear makes him quiver and shake with every rolling frot of their hips coming together.]
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Fuck, deep inside he was screaming for Essek to adopt him, to never let him go but this was an act stemming from some sort of pity over his neck wound, he had cleverly twisted it so that he could give Essek Thumos in exchange-- but thankfully Caleb had no problem taking anything offered by the beautiful drow. ]
You are going to make me come like this.. it has been a while, a very long time-- [ his voice soft and throaty, whisper pitched for Essek to hear him, to show his own pleasure as if his eager body wasn't doing enough for it. And he was also grateful that no one had seen fit to stumble in on them, he could not have bourne for Essek to be driven away. ]
Is there.. anything you need?
[ to feel Essek's body turning into a mess of quivers, he would've done anything to feel it, or hear the cries fall from Essek's lips like pearls ]
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But he can't. He can't have this man and it aches deep and dark in him to know his love isn't mutual, that he is singular in this one thing, alone. Always he's been alone in his life and the one time he wishes to not be anymore it is for a man he can never have.
A sobbed sound catches in his throat, sounding more like a groan but he wants to cry, wants to cry out for this man, beg him, but his dignity was still intact enough for him to hold on desperately to it as he does Caleb. Hips rolling their cocks together as he shifts his overstimulated ear from Caleb's lips and hides his face in the man's neck, hoping it will give him the mind to not lose himself and spill his love.]
I.. am on the precipice... I will not last much-- Gods Caleb! [His voice is hushed and muffled against Caleb's collarbone as his hips stutter and rock faster, clearly giving in as he chases his climax between their rubbing cocks.
Fingernails bite into Caleb's shoulder as his body shakes and falls apart in the man's hold, his cock jerking as cum spills heavy between them in the water. Essek muffles his cry of pleasure by biting down on the collarbone against his mouth, the reverberating sound of his climax pressed there.]
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That was enough to push him right over the edge and he comes with a shuddering breath-- as he clutches to Essek, his own seed-- well he knew that it was quite a bit, he'd not spilled himself until the academy, and even then it had been a week, certainly not after the advent of Bren that had ripped all pleasure out of his sky and repainted it a miasma of guilt.
His breath was heavy against that ear, his limbs heavy. But he was unwilling to let go of Essek, at least for right now-- the aftershocks had overtaken him, a vibrant jolt that ran from the tips of his toes, through his balls and cock and finally up to hit all the parts of his brain that needed serotonin to survive ]
Yeah, that.. yeah.. [ His body was humming with molten hot energy, was that Thumos at one of it's most concentrated levels? ]
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He felt sluggish with the feedback of thumos and pleasure, of orgasm brought on heatedly. Panted breathing escapes him as he kisses the place he bit down, seeing how red it was where his fangs sank into flesh without piercing.]
Indeed.. [It was the only word that came to mind.
A mind that was floating almost as if drugged on Thumos, so calmed of his complicated throughs. He didn't even notice how affectionate he was being as he nuzzled and kisses along the man's shoulder. It was like for a moment he could pretend this was normal, that he gets to openly be affectionate and loving, that he doesn't need to hide this.]
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Perhaps it would be the only time, but at least he would have that memory.
His fingers stroked locks of curls as they sprigged forth, and then settling at the undercut, his body felt a low honey hum and he was glad that at least they'd entered into this moment willingly, without the sake of the sex-pollen.
There was nothing though that he could say that he felt would be appropriate, what did you speak in moments like this? He was at a loss. ]
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Though he knew now that sex was over, some things were off the table.
Like a kiss.
He should have asked for a kiss at the end there, should have dove on those lips and taken his fill before it was over, but now if he kissed Caleb it would mean something more. It would be complicated and romantic and-- He couldn't. No matter how much, he would deny himself to bare his heart.
The chill of that reality settled in and started to ruin the afterglow that he was trying to bask in, in the thumos warm contentment that suffused through him at their continued contact.
Swallowing a sigh, Essek let his lips drag against collarbone once more as he pulls away with loose limbs. Masking the regret from his face that the action causes, wishing to be in Caleb's arms once again already.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.. yet he didn't regret it.]
Good, your neck is well healed.. I think I will-- [He makes an awkward gesture towards his clothing, though he doesn't move to step away.]
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It was a bad idea, had been a bad idea.
But no regrets on Caleb Widogast's own end. ]
I could.. walk you home, ja? I mean we would be going in the same direction.
[ He offered even as he thought perhaps that would be awkward between the both of them ] If you want...
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