meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tavros has never in his life been referred to as a savage beast, and he sort of likes it, so much that it makes him grin (albeit a bit shyly). His fingers relax a little in Dave's hair, and it's sort of absurd how lovingly his fingers push it out of his eyes. He can't be a badass all the time, after all.]

i GUESS IT WAS,
aLWAYS THERE INSIDE ME,
iT JUST NEED TO BE,
uNLEASHED, mAYBE,
hAHA,

[He grins, sharp teeth, and wriggles a little at the idea of being worked up like this more often—especially since the two of them are already a bit ridiculous.]

yES, tHAT WOULD BE,
gOOD,

[sicknastiest]

[Dave can't help feeling a little ridiculous right now, really, with caramel fluid all over his lips, one hand still absently working Tav's bulge, and he kind of figures - what the hell? Why not go all the way with this? Right up to cheesy porno quality.

It'll be hot. In an ironic kind of way.

So he reaches up, pulls off his shades, and sets them aside. Then he looks up at Tav again, all heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, his hand still absently moving against Tav's bulge.]

hey tav
want to come yet

[seesobserves]

Sufficiently. [He pulls the bow over all the strings in succession, which makes a bit of screechy noise, but he stops there and turns to get himself some tea.]

Ta.

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav jerks, a completely visceral reaction to Dave's fucking expression. He's such a tease, it really shouldn't be legal for anyone to look like that. Especially with Tav's bulge in their hand. He swallows, throat suddenly dry, eyes locked onto those cherry-red pupils, and there's a noticeable quaver to his voice that goes above and beyond its usual presence.]

uM,
yES,
yES PLEASE,,,

[sicknastiest]

[Oh, there's something so satisfying about that - about feeling Tav jerk and writhe in his grip, about seeing the way the troll's eyes fix on him and the way his voice trembles.

He grins, slow and sharp and oh, so predatory, slowing his hand down.]

well okay then
i guess you can go ahead and do that
but

[He leans forward, sucks briefly on the tip of Tav's writhing bulge.]

only after you beg me
got that
you can only come after you beg me

[And with that, he seals his mouth around Tav's bulge again, sucking hard.]

[striking]

[ Another small smile. She likes that, even just the idea of it; the anticipation created when he changes the way the game is played, denies her in the way so few people can. It's what fascinates her. She has all the pieces of his mystery but there's always an unexpected twist. ]

[ Still, something catches her attention, and she's close again. Perfume, today, a very subtle scent of sandalwood, or perhaps there's just something in her soap. ]

Surely you know why I want to, Mr Holmes?

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav stops breathing, or maybe his heart stops beating, he's not sure which, but god damnit that isn't fair. It's not fair that Dave can say something that should sound completely stupid, and make it sound so fucking sexy.

But he really doesn't have the time to consider the matter further, because suddenly his bulge is surrounded by Strider mouth again, which is the best place for it, really. Tav groans, and it turns into a low chirrup; it isn't long at all before he's thrusting hard into that mouth, over and over, and because he knows he'll go crazy if he doesn't, he starts to beg.]

fFFNNGH, dAVE,
pLEASE, oH GOD, i CA- i CAN'T,
pLEASE JUST, lET ME COME, fUCK,
oH GOD,

[the_new_sexy]

If I did, I wouldn't be asking.

[That's a lie, of course. If he did know, he'd probably be asking anyway. As it is, he's still not certain what she means by 'dinner'. Or...anything else about her, actually.

He inhales her perfume. He's done a study of perfumes and their origins, it's on the website, but hers is foreign. Alien. Utterly untraceable. It might even be classified as 'intoxicating']

[sicknastiest]

[Dave fights his gag reflex with everything he has - and it certainly helps that Tav is kind enough to distract him with all those fucking amazing noises - and when Tav starts begging, Dave shudders and reaches up. He digs his fingers into Tav's ass, both helping him thrust and giving him - he hopes - unspoken permission to come.

Or maybe the command will just handle itself - Tav's fulfilled the conditions, shouldn't the other part of the order take over? Dave fucking hopes so, because he doesn't exactly want to pull away again just to tell Tav he can finish.]

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

fUCK,

fUCK,

That does it. The fingers digging into his ass, the tight throat around his cock, make something snap inside him, and he comes harder than he ever thought possible, filling Dave's mouth with hot genetic material, the lion's share that's typical of troll orgasms. His breathing is fast, hard, shallow, and his fingers are digging into Dave's bony shoulders.

What seems like an eternity later, his eyes open and he looks down at Dave with his lips still wrapped around his bulge.

Fuck.]

[sicknastiest]

[Dave is by no means equipped to handle that, and past the first few spurts - which he manages to choke down - the rest of it just goes everywhere. So when Dave looks up and meets Tav's eyes, he's covered in caramel-colored genetic fluid - it coats his face, his hair, his hands, in thin ropes, and he blinks up a little bemusedly.]

you know
i probably should have anticipated that

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav has to stifle the urge to immediately begin apologizing profusely, instead reaching for his t-shirt where it landed on the couch behind him and using it to mop up what he can from Dave's face with the utmost care.]

hAHA,
fUCK, uM,
sORRY,

[sicknastiest]

[He closes his eyes and patiently waits for Tav to do his best clean-up job. It probably won't be sufficient, and he's going to have to do his best to slink off to a shower without anybody seeing him, but it's the thought that counts, or some shit like that. Right?

His voice is sort of muffled by Tav's shirt when he answers.]

nah dont worry about it
pretty much my fault anyway
and you know
worse things have happened

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav finishes his messy clean-up job and tosses the shirt away carelessly. That's what the garment cleanseboxes are for, anyway. Then he gives Dave a grin that's weak, breathless. He did just have one of the best orgasms of his short life, after all. Then, without further ado, he collapses back onto the couch, sweaty and tired and utterly sated.]

cOULD YOU,
uM,
cOME HERE,

[wealldosillythings]

Oh, are you kidding? I love it! [MOST GLEEFUL AND INNOCENT FACE EVER]

[sicknastiest]

[Dave shrugs and reaches for his shades - he doesn't put them on, though, just drops them onto the table beside the couch. Then he gets up - subtly readjusting himself as he does, it's not as if this whole thing has gone completely unnoticed by certain bits of him - and flops down on top of Tavros, carefully avoiding any of the really pointy bits.]

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav lets out a good natured oOF,, but doesn't complain. Dave doesn't weight that much, after all, and he rather enjoys having his matesprit sprawled all over him.

And then the troll does something that would be embarrassing to pretty much anybody else, but it's pretty much second nature: he wraps his arms around Dave's lanky frame and pulls him close to his significantly broader chest for a big, warm, cuddly hug. It only seems natural to him, and it's nice to have a warm body next to, and all over, his.]

[sicknastiest]

[He will deny it under pain of death, but Dave allows himself to be cuddled - going so far as to surreptitiously tuck his head under Tav's chin and sneak a hand around one of Tav's bony hips.

It's not - not so bad, really. And as long as no one else can see, there's really nobody to judge whether or not it's cool, right? Well, besides Tavros, but he's obviously okay with it, so...]

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav's quietly pleased that Dave's letting him cuddle, and doesn't flinch from rubbing his cheek against the top of Dave's slightly sticky head. After a while, though, he realizes that this is not normal coolkid behavior, and becomes self-conscious. He pulls back so he can look at Dave.]

iS THIS, uH,
oK,

[sicknastiest]

[There's a sarcastic comment all prepped and ready for action, but apparently it gets fucking lost somewhere on the very short path between Dave's brain and his mouth - he'll have to find it later, whip it back into shape - because what eventually comes out isn't sarcastic at all.]

is it what you want to be doing

[Maybe that oddly sincere remark jumped the sarcastic one somewhere along the way. That would be suitably ironic.]

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav bites his lip, looking uncertainly down at the coolkid in his lap, and detaches one arm from around Dave's torso to scratch at the back of his head sheepishly.]

uMMMM,
yES,

[sicknastiest]

[He shrugs, the motion lazy and small and completely unconcerned.]

then its fine
im cool with it

[Gin | Detective Conan]

[ravenchaser]

[mirakill]

[ She sighs. ]

You are so jealous...

[ He beats up people who catcall her and saunters off as if nothing ever happened. She did not want to be his achilles heel, a soft place to prod to get him angry. She can't claim to be any different, but with more subterfuge. ]

I'm honestly starting to expect you to audibly growl at the next man who looks this way. You're like an attack dog.

[loyal_granger]

Before she knew what she was doing, Hermione asked, "Do you want me to?"