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?

meme from memebells@lj.

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[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,

[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

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Tav grins then, a big, goofy grin that's made so much easier by the fact that he's sort of exhausted from their little encounter, and he replaces his arms around Dave, pulling him closer with a sound that could only be described as a purr.

And then, even though he wants to give it to Dave as good as he just got it, promptly falls asleep.

He'll make up for it later.]

[sicknastiest]

[Dave can't really bring himself to care. Yeah, he's a little uncomfortable, and the blue-balling isn't really helping, but... That rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through his body, seeps through his ear where it's pressed to Tav's chest, it's...relaxing.

He'll never admit that, of course, and the last thought he manages to have is that he really fucking hopes no one walks in on them like this before he lets Tav's slow, steady breathing carry him away.]