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bakerstreet2014-12-25 07:38 pm
errantecho) wrote in bakerstreet2014-12-25 07:38 pm
No You Can't
Maybe you're already caught up in the moment, or maybe this was planned from the beginning. But either way, at least one of you isn't getting off until the other says so or circumstances allow. So much desperate, frenzied passion can be had in these situations.
How to play:
- Comment with your character
- List any preferences (which side, gender preference, levels of consent you're comfortable with, etc)
- Reply to others
- Choose an option below or use an RNG
Prompts:
01. Punishment: You've done something you shouldn't have. And you'll be denied release until you've been properly punished for your wrong doing.
02. Reward: There's nothing quite like the intensity of all of that build up need. And you've earned it.
03. Control: Consensual or not, it's time you learned that your body is not your own.
04. Beg For It: You'll not get your release until you've proven you really want it.
05. Endurance: A test to see just how long you can truly last.
06. Permission: You must hold out until you're granted permission.
07. Dealer's Choice: Come up with your own scenario that suits your character's needs/fantasies/etc!
Methods:
01. Edging: No tools to hold it back, just carefully applied touches that don't quite push you there.
02. Toys: Easier for men than women, but there are certainly devices that help keep such things at bay.
03. Magical: A spell or potion. Maybe an innate ability or enchanted collar. Whatever it is, that makes release impossible until the effects wear off or are removed. But that doesn't stop the need from building.
04. Wildcard: Whatever you wish!
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He'd probably be grinning even without knowing that Petre's enjoying this just as much as he is, but it certainly helps; raising a single, slender brow, the Disciple's shoulders shake once, twice, as he's barking a high laugh and grinding his heel against the man's crotch. There's not really anything nice about it -- he's genuinely amused, like he hadn't been expecting a reaction at all, at first.]
Ahaha, holy shit, you're seriously getting off on this, aren't you? I was just gonna mess with you a little, but -- man, how messed up is that!?
[It's spoken almost fondly, as though the memories that surface of Decadus in much the same way are actually pleasant, and not enough to make him feel like coughing up his breakfast. He brings a gloved hand to his chin, looking like he might almost pity the poor guy.]
Geez... [He supposes he should be proud of himself, but at the same time--] You're sick, you know that? Like... legitimately screwed. [It doesn't stop him from moving, though, from grinding against him from his heel to the toes of his boot.]
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[With a sound practically choked out of his throat, twitching under the brute touch of that heel, Petre leans his head back into the ground with his arms folded by his sides, fingers curling and uncurling as though they're trying to reach for something intangible, something indescribable. Truth be told, most of these reactions are pure theatrics, a show he puts on to draw as much of a reaction as he's producing, but Petre is all indulgence in this moment, with or without the moans that escape him with every other shudder.
It wouldn't be the first time he's the one to give in. He fantasizes about grabbing power as much as he fantasizes about letting it go, giving it up completely to be toyed around with in the same way he's toyed with so many others before. It's a fantasy that never quite fulfills itself, not when he's so easily grabbed by pride and other sins that drive him forward with a pulsion that very few can stop.]
You're - a fucking brat - you - oh - you know that?
[He huffs, then his lips split to show teeth in a wide grin, eyes in a daze of exhaustion.]