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?

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[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,

[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

[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,,,

[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.]

[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,

[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.]

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.]

[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

[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,

[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

[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,

[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.]

[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.]

[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...]

[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,

[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.]

[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,

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