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

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

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?

meme from memebells@lj.

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[Tav swallows, nods, and even though he's nervous, knowing that Dave is enjoying this, well—that's good. He wants Dave to be happy.

Fingers that are so unlike his usual fumbling digits slide down to his waistband, slip the button of his black jeans free, and with a little wiggle of his hips that makes him think just for a split second that he's actually sexy, pushes them down and steps out of them. He's left in a pair of Pupa Pan-green boxer briefs and an ever-rising blush, and he runs a hand through his mohawk nervously before he's pushing those down too, only completely of his own accord this time.]

[Oh, Tav's fucking right about that - that unexpected slink of his hips makes Dave throat go suddenly dry, and Dave has just enough time to wonder where Tav's body picked up that little trick before he's suddenly distracted as shit by the last of Tav's clothing hitting the floor.

He's suddenly overcome by an urge to get up and get his mouth latched around Tav's fucking fabulous tentadick, and Dave Strider is never one to deny his urges - even if that does mean dropping rather unceremoniously onto his knees in front of the troll. He counters this rather submissive posture with a glance up, over the rim of his shades, so that Tav can see his bright red irises.]

hey bro
youre not allowed to come til i tell you
got it

[With that done, he leans forward and licks a long stripe up the underside of Tav's dick.]

[The sight of Dave sinking to his knees is cause for an instantaneous boner, and Tav lets out a quiet choking noise. He nods, eyes locked onto Dave's for as long as they're visible.]

fFUU-
oKAY,

[And then there's no time to say anything else because he can feel Dave's tongue on his dick, and holy shit, if he hadn't just been ordered not to, he'd have come just from that. So his head falls back and he's glad his legs are made of metal, otherwise he'd be at risk of the rest of him falling back, too.]

[Dave takes his fucking time with this - and why not? He's got Tavros locked into it, after all, and those metal knees mean the troll can't fall over from getting weak in the legs any time soon. So he decides to satisfy his curiosity, sliding his tongue along all the ridges, around all the bumps, up and down the length until he finally takes the writhing tip between his lips and presses it against the roof of his mouth.]

[Tav jerks, just slightly, his dick writhing all over the place now, pushing against that tongue, insistent. Dave's a fucking natural at this, and Tav has to wonder why the fuck it took so long for them to start doing this, as he does pretty much every single time.

And then there are lips around his dick, and Tav's head jerks forward, gasping, involuntary words spewing forth.]

sHITFUCKdAVE,

[Dave hums - just a soft little sound of acknowledgement, because he knows he's the shit at this, how could he not? He's gotten that confirmed from two different sources now, and he's pretty sure that's enough to be proud of.

He sucks on the tip of Tav's dick for a moment, collecting the caramel fluid that coats his tongue, and then opens his mouth wide, sliding his lips as far down Tav's dick as he can go, letting it squirm its way into the back of his throat.]

[Carefully, Tav slides his fingertips into Dave's blonde hair, which has always been surprisingly soft to the touch. He doesn't pull (that would be so rude!) but he does press, lightly, against Dave's scalp. As if his matesprit needs encouragement.]

sHHHIT,
fUCK,
oHGOD oHGOD oHGOD,

[Okay, it's definitely weird, and Dave finds himself fighting back his gag reflex something fierce, but those gentle fingers against his scalp go a long way towards encouraging him to keep at it, even if he does wish that Tav would be a little harder on him sometimes. A little hair-pulling, or a little scratching.

Well. He supposes there's always Gamzee, for when he wants that kind of thing.

As Tav's dick slides against his tongue, pushes against his throat - and maybe even slips down it, a little, Dave's trying his hardest not to think about it - he swallows, compulsively, his muscles working and tightening against that slick length.]

[It looks like Dave's going to get his wish, at least a little bit, because when he swallows, the muscles of his throat working against the squirming tip of Tav's dick, the troll can't keep from sinking his hips forward suddenly, spine snapping into a curve; he lets out a loud trill that seems to echo throughout the empty room. When he's caught his breath somewhat, he gasps out an apology.]

i'M SORRY, i,
cOULDN'T HELP IT,

[Dave has to pull back, spluttering and coughing, and with a few odd tears running down his face from the sudden intrusion, but... Perversely, there's something so good about that, about gentle unassuming Tavros being a little...rough.

He sits back on his heels for a moment, wipes spit and caramel fluid from his lips with the back of his hand, and looks up at Tavros.]

its cool bro
i uh
dont really mind
you can do whatever you want
i mean
ive gone a couple rounds with gamzee
i think i can handle you
so
you know
go a little harder on me
im not gonna break

[Tav swallows, nods. And he doesn't realize it now, but Dave's just given him a direct order. Go a little harder on me. He's got no choice but to oblige.

He nods, thumbing away the reflex-induced tears from Dave's cheeks.]

oKAY i'LL TRY, i GUESS,
jUST FOR YOU,

[Dave nods, all cool like he didn't just ask his alien boyfriend to fuck his mouth a little harder, please, because Dave fucking Strider gets off on that shit, and decides to give his throat a rest for a moment, dipping his head down to wriggle the tip of his tongue against the wet folds of Tav's nook.

He does lift a hand, though, to stroke along Tav's bulge while he does so. He wouldn't want Tav to feel neglected, or anything.]

[Oh, he doesn't think he could feel neglected if he tried. He's got a Strider on his knees in front of him, after all; it's like winning the lottery of sex. Tav lets out a quiet grunt, thighs spreading apart a little more and causing a thin stream of caramel to run down their insides. He can deal with it. His hands do tighten now in Dave's hair, tugging cautiously at first and then a little harder.]

[He makes a soft noise, something that might be a moan, when Tav tugs at his hair, and when the tug gets harder, the noise gets a little louder. That trickle of caramel tempts him, and he ducks his head a little more to lap it up with a broad swipe of his tongue up Tav's thigh - and then it's just the most natural thing in the world to follow that line up to where it started, to chase it back into Tav's nook with a sharp thrust of his tongue.

There is just no way sex with humans is this good. Not, at this point, that it seems likely that Dave will ever find out.]

[Oh. Oh, Tav likes that noise, likes it an awful lot; his bulge twitches, writhes at the sound of it. He's glad, though, that he's been ordered to hold back; he doesn't ever, ever want this to be over.

The sudden shock of Dave's tongue in his nook makes Tav shudder, groan, almost double over, pulling Dave's face close by the hair. It's starting to get messy up in here but fuck worrying about that right now.

sHIT dAVE,
dON'T,
dON'T STOP,

[Yeah, seriously, fuck worrying about that - fuck even worrying how to breathe with his face shoved against Tav's nook like that, because as long as the troll keeps making noises like that, Dave doesn't really fucking care about anything else.

He's all too happy to comply with Tav's request, shoving his tongue into Tav's nook over and over again, curling it against the troll's inner walls to gather up all that dripping fluid.

For just a moment, he pulls away, his face smeared with light brown fluid.]

come on tav
tell me how it feels

[He's making all sorts of new and interesting noises now, fingers loosening and clenching in that blond hair, and Tav lets out a gasp at the sight of his genetic fluid smeared all over Dave's perfect fucking bone structure.

And then words are tumbling out of his mouth like there's no tomorrow.]

fUCK IT'S LIKE,
wINNING A THOUSAND ALTERNIAN WILDLIFE BATTLES ALL AT ONCE,
jEGUS YOUR TONGUE, iT'S, uM,
sO PERFECT, iNSIDE,
uHHH,
mY NOOK,
fUCK,
i CAN'T,

[He can't, mostly because he's realized that he's compared Dave going down on him to Alternian Wildlife battles. Whoops.]

[Dave pauses, pulls back, wipes his face with the back of one pale hand - and then just looks up at Tav, one eyebrow quirked.]

so
should i just
go ahead and assume thats pretty much the most awesome thing that could ever happen to you
because i have no fucking idea what that means

Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Tav's pretty much full-body blushing. How could he have said something so inexcusably stupid? He blinks, and then decides to just go with it.]

uMMMM,
yES,
yES, tHAT'S CORRECT,
uH,
sORRY,

[Slowly, so slowly, Dave's lips curl up at the corners, and it is a surprisingly soft expression.]

well all right
i guess thats okay then
ill just keep doing this then shall i

[He leans forward again, going back to wrapping his lips tightly around Tav's squirming bulge. His throat's probably had enough of a rest by now.]

[Relief. So much relief. Tav nods, ecstatic that Dave seems to be amused (???).]

oKAY,
tHAT SOUNDS GO-mMPH,

[Shhhhit, Dave is good at catching him off-guard like this. Tav's fingers are back in his hair, and he takes the opportunity to slowly push his hips forward, sinking himself deeper into Dave's mouth, between fucking heavenly lips.]

[With just a little effort, Dave relaxes his throat, lets Tav pull his head forward while the troll rocks his hips, sliding his bulge into the back of Dave's throat again.

It's...odd, but not really bad, and as long as Dave takes slow, shallow breaths, there's not too much of a problem. And as a matter of fact, it's actually...kind of good. Kind of nice. And before Dave realizes it, there's soft moans spilling from him, muffled by Tav's bulge between his lips.]

[Oh. Oh. Tav's fingers tighten now until his knuckles are...lighter grey, tufts of hair sticking through them at odd angles. The pressure of Dave's mouth, lips and tongue and the hot walls of his throat, is exquisite. His hips buck forward, involuntary, and this time he doesn't even apologize; he was ordered to be rougher, after all, and he's too caught up in the mouth around his dick to remember how to say things anymore.

His bulge is leaking steadily now, not just from the tip but from all those little bumps all over the surface, and Tav catches sight of his genetic material dribbling out of the corner of Dave's mouth. It's like someone just electrocuted him; he tenses, thrusting forward three times in quick succession before he's able to regain control of his body. He's whimpering, trilling, Dave's name spilling out of his mouth over and over, and he wants to come so badly, but he can't. And the most maddening part is, being denied release is half of what is making this so fucking good.]

[Dave has to keep swallowing, trying to keep up with all the fluid leaking from Tav's bulge, and it's still not really working - he can feel a mingled trail of spit and caramel fluid running down his chin, from the corner of his mouth, and what's odd is that it's not really a bad feeling.

You know what else is a surprisingly not bad feeling? Tav thrusting into his mouth like that, completely out of control, those hands tightening in his hair. He does have to pull back, though - Dave Strider apparently still can't add 'experienced bulge sucker' to his resume - coughing and catching his breath, looking up at Tavros through watering eyes.]

fuck bro
where have you been hiding this savage beast
this fucking monster
do i just have to get you all hot and bothered more often

[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,

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