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Welcome to the first Test Drive Meme for

escordvi! Anyone can participate in the test drive, regardless of invite eligibility. Just keep in mind that only those who have received invitations from the mods can actually reserve on August 25th and apply on September 1st. Our Interest Check can be found here.

For your toplevel, please include the following: Character Name | Canon | Armada Choice. If undecided, put "Undecided" for the Armada.

For everyone's convenience, TDM threads can be carried over in game if you wish! If you are still unsure which armada to place your character, you can play it a bit loose and vague in the TDM and make retroactive changes if you carryover the threads. We'll have more armada focused prompts in the opening log in September. The log itself is set to cover the next two weeks, until the end of the month. Characters will appear at random intervals during this time rather than all at once, so players have some more flexibility on how much more adjusted they are for someone else.

IMPORTANT REMINDER FOR MAGIC USERS!! All magic abilities will be "sealed" until characters get their tattoo from the Inkwave parlor in Eltrut. That means no magic on the starter ships before docking.

We do require TDM threads for samples for our application!

If you have any question about the TDM, comment here. If you have questions about the game in general, please comment to the Game Info.

TOPLEVEL DIRECTORY (Updated August 28)

STARTER SHIPS: ORIENTATION

There are two ships that serve as starting ships for each armada: Stormbringer for the Corsairs, and Royal Fortune for the Paladins. There are various ways new arrivals—or riftfarers as they will be called, among other creative names—will appear on or by these ships.

🚪 Random room. It could be empty, filled with crates or supplies; down in the hull where the livestock are kept; have the luck to awaken in a bed...or the misfortune of that bed already occupied; somewhere in the kitchens; in the bathroom—any room! Now let's hope the doors can open or someone may have to try and ask for help. Or jump through the porthole if there is one and it's above water.
⛵ On deck. If not in the ship itself, another possible spot to wake up to is somewhere on the maindeck. If they're lucky, they're on the deck itself. More unfortunate souls may find themselves caught in the sails or netting, the crow's nest, or on the top of the masts. Someone should be able to help, right? Or catch.
🌊 In the water. The most unlucky sods will find themselves appearing in mid-air just past the ship and plummeting straight into the water. Good news, there's always someone on the look out for such a thing and calls for help to throw a lifesaver get the rowboat will be made. Are there sharks? Well... ...Are there?

However the new riftfarers arrive, they will be poorly clothed, practically rags or loose uniforms depending on the ship. Fortunately, veteran crewmates will guide them, escorting them to a room with a strange typewriter in it. After typing their name, the typewriter will magically continue and type by itself at a fast pace until it dings and rolls out the paper. This paper will have the following information:

• Name and Shellphone ID (journalname)
• Armada (Corsair or Paladin, will match the starter ship)
• Cabin Number for their personal cabin on the starter ship
• Apartment Address for their personal address at their base armada location
• A basic map of the starting locations in Eltrut, including written directions (continued in the Eltrut section)
• A basic map of where they can find a chest with their original clothes and belongings (this will be different for every person and will be anywhere either on the starter ship or on Eltrut—players can be creative here).

After that, the crewmate will do their best to explain the basics of how they got here, what's going on, and what they'll need to do to live in Escordvi while they are here, giving them a small leather pouch with money. They will be reaching Eltrut soon, so the crewmate will suggest they look around, meet the others who have arrived. Even from their distance, they will be able to see the giant sea turtle that serves as Eltrut's leviathan.

ELTRUT: FIRST GLIMPSE

After reaching the port of Eltrut, several birdfolk will appear and happily greet all the new arrivals from both starter ships. Here it doesn't matter which side they are affiliated with, as long as they keep those swords and weapons sheathed and not pointed at each other's throats. The birdfolk will even act as guides, showing them the main places they should visit and give them a visitor's map to help guide them.

🐚 Microshell. The first stop that is encouraged will be Microshell, the main store to acquire their own personal Shellphone. The paper they received on their starter ship will have their ID and the staff at the store will set them up, explaining how the device and the network works.
✒️ Inkwave, Tattoo Parlor. The next stop is Inkwave, a tattoo parlor run by a very burly but friendly octopus, Knistej. Here everyone receives their own unique magic tattoo, allowing anyone to cast specific single element spells and other magic. Note: tattoos are required before anyone will be able to use their original magical abilities.
📜 MANTA office. The final stop is the MANTA office, where all the request, mission, and task notices are posted. Each armada has their own branch office for armada specific notices as well. A great place to find jobs to earn some cash so they don't stay a hobo forever.

It's a lot to take in for sure, with the port city bustling with all walks of life. Not only do they have both armadas mingling with each other, there are different races and species from all over Escordvi gathered here. It's not just humans, which many riftfarers always seem to be surprised about. There are also plenty of veteran riftfarers who will gladly give some advice and even share stories of their world. Maybe some are familiar.

After finding their belongings, exploring the town, and meeting other people, being able to just sit back and enjoy a drink and warm meal will be in order. While there are plenty of places to choose from, the Minstrel and Cask will be the top recommended tavern for all newcomers to visit at least once. Great drinks, great food, and can learn a lot from the patrons or meet more people.

Of course, as expected of a highly popular tavern, it's not always peaceful. A man will ask travelers what they want to do with their life. Clearly drunk, he only accepts answers that hint at wanting to find riches. If told this he will give out a treasure map. But if told anything else, he'll put up a fight, hoping to deliver a black eye. Those who do receive the map will be sorely disappointed—it will lead them down a long, winding, circuitous path around town and end at a random outhouse, likely occupied and certainly stinking to high heavens. There's likely some kind of moral here, but at some point, others who have been duped will return to the tavern to sling their fists around.

Looks like another tavern brawl for the night.

QUESTS

For those who want to try their hand at some quests, there are a few that would do well for newcomers. Teaming up is of course encouraged, no matter what the affiliation. You can assume they acquired some kind of ship for the quests out at sea, either the starter ship or some other ship heading out there.

Spicy Squid Eating Challenge

Eltrut Port

There is a traveling food ship (think food truck but on the water) that has been going around challenging ships to their extraordinary Hornswaggle's Spicy Squid Eating Challenge. If participants can scarf down a prepared three-pound bowl of exceptionally spicy ghost pepper squid and rice, they will win their meal for free as well as a crate of dried spicy squid for their ship's stores. If participants fail, they will have to pay for the meal and the crate.

...Careful, are some of the squid tentacles still moving?

Coral Reef Snacks

Eltrut

Rumour has it that certain types of coral reefs contain unique properties that can make you more alluring to the one you desire, but no one is sure what the side effects are. Test this out by trying to crunch into chunks of coral reef pieces to see if there are any added effects on your body. Hopefully, they don't ruin your teeth in the meantime.

Oh, and you have to find the correct coral reef too! Red chunks seem to make you more affectionate towards others, while blue chunks seem to make you more volatile towards others. Eaters, beware!

Giant Sea Slugs

Starter Ships

Giant sea slugs tend to only attack ships if they feel threatened but are otherwise peaceful creatures. They're about the size of a large wild cat. They also secrete a slime that contains strong disinfectant properties. This thick slime is highly sought after for its ability to heal wounds cleanly, so kill them and collect as much slime as possible.

Killer Sharkgulls

Eltrut port and ships

Seagulls can be a pain to most ships. Yet, seagulls that have evolved to be violently carnivorous can be even worse. These new birds, effectively named sharkgulls, have been seen attacking ships and ports alike. They are big enough to eat small children in one gulp or will do their best to eat full-grown humans after they've ripped them to bite-sized shreds. Beware and kill them before they can kill you!

Siren's Serenade

Out at Sea

A merchant's ship has crashed upon an outcropping of rocks after being lured in by a group of rogue sirens. These captivating creatures possess the power to ensnare their prey with their enchanting voices, luring unsuspecting souls into the depths to meet the grim fate of drowning.

Search for the missing ship and help rescue the captive sailors before it's too late! You will be supplied with special earplugs to muffle out the siren's voices so be careful to keep your ears effectively plugged. You don't want to succumb to the siren's bloodlust yourself.

Any sailors or rescuers affected by the siren's song can be treated with a harpy's potion that can reverse the song's effect. Or tie up the afflicted for twenty-four hours to wait out the effects.

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[That shirt is next, he might want to be impatient but some things just need to take a little time. After all that admiring he did of the other man's clothes, he'd be a monster if he ripped them now, no matter how badly he wished he could. They were important and they'd escape from this just lightly rumpled.

He'd all night to appreciate Astarion's body, but it was still with some remorse that he released his grip to work upon the white shirt that was in his way now. The drow's prismatic cloak hit the floor, a puddle of sleek and shifting fabrics. This time he made no attempt to get it out of the way, it'd be fine. There's no explosives in there. Jarlaxle's body was lithe, firm and tightly muscled, easily felt beneath the loose shirt atop it, and the dark skin beneath smooth and flawless.

As tempting as it was to clutch Astarion close as he worked his way up his neck, he focused intently on fully undoing the stays on that shirt... Ooh, it looked like it might need to be lifted over his head, and he didn't want to let go... Pants it is. He went for the stays that held them, the shirt could come later.

He completed the journey for Astarion, dipping his head to hungrily kiss him. The drow tasted of wine, of course. Not drunk, but he'd certainly been helping himself to the drinks available. Once more he took time to savor, leaving off from Astarion's trousers to twine his fingers in his hair, the motion sweet and loving in direct contrast to the lusty, desperate nature of the moment.]

You're going to need to help me a little with your shirt, darling...

[He'd broken the kiss to make that husky-voiced request, the slight slur in his words more from passion than from any drink he'd had this night.]

[ Astarion actually whines at the request, as if that might make their current predicament go away. Jarlaxle tastes so good, that hint of wine making it all the sweeter to kiss him. Astarion, in comparison, probably tastes just a bit like copper and a bit of mint covering that but don't think about that too much. But he's right, of course, he's not going to get naked unless he pulls the shirt up and over his head.

Reluctantly, he breaks away and lets go so he can pull his shirt up and off, leaving his body well and on display for the drow. He's got far more muscle than his clothes bothered to give away. ]

Yours next.

[ He pulls on the drow's loose shirt. Far better to distract him than let him start asking questions. Not that he'll be able to avoid them. Anyone would be able to feel the scars on his back, but a rogue's sensitive fingers could map the entire thing out.

Oh well! He's too horny to stop and worry about the consequences of his actions now. ]

Trust me, the sentiment is mutual.

[If he could snap his fingers and teleport that shirt to the floor he would, but all things good in this world never come without a little bit of suffering and drudgery. Loathe as he is to do it, pulling away from Astarion was the only way that gods damned shirt was coming off. And it was agony to do, he felt almost far too open without the other man's body pressed against his.

Mercifully it was off quickly, and the brigand was all too happy to oblige his companion's demand. The pull prompted a little laugh out of him, managing for the moment at least to drag the drow's ruby red eyes off of Astarion's body. A shame, he was really enjoying that view too. Indeed more muscle than the clothing suggested, what a delightful little surprise. All firm muscle and taut flesh.

Up and off the shirt went, as well as the collection of necklaces save for a ruby pendant. That remained, but only that as even the drow's outrageous hat was tossed to the floor. There, all better. He was eager to close that small gap between them again, to have Astarion in his hands again, to feel every inch of him and he'd been good and patient long enough.

The scant space between them was gone in an instant, the drow dragging his hands down the front of the other man, his palms and fingers trailing down bared flesh and over the pecs and nipples before sliding down his stomach to tug at his loosened trousers.]

Shall I help you out of these?

[Oh he'd ask even if the answer was yes, of course. If nothing else, this far along with both of them so desperate, the question was practically a teasing joke.]

I'm surprised they're not on the floor already.

[ Astarion grabs hold of the drow so he can kick his boots off and help facilitate this process. He feels warm, even with so little on now. Any clothing left on his body really shouldn't be there.

But he's sure the same can be said for the other man, too, so once his own boots are taken care of, he reaches over to help with the fastenings of Jarlaxle's pants.

It's clear that Astarion is quite sensitive to the touch, but he stays focused. Starved for it, and yet precise in his own movements. ]

I'm not in the habit of rushing through pleasure, I'd hate to miss anything.

[He's a firm anchor, unmoving and sturdy despite his size. And since he's of such a helpful mindset right now, he'd be quick to help Astarion right out of those hot, confining trousers of his, having very little difficulty sliding them over and down the other man's hips, dragging his thumbs down along the exposed skin as he did so to admire the fine body beneath.

Not a lot of room between them, but he endeavored to make just enough to allow Astarion to fuss with his own belt. Mercifully for him... there was only one tonight. Maybe he expected a little bit of fun. In turn, one after the other, his own boots were kicked off light and easy, one clicking smartly against the wood as the other silently bounced beneath the bed. Those trousers would be next, Astarion would be given the honor of helping him out of those, to join the heap on the floor as the drow could scarcely pause for a moment before returning his hands to Astarion.

The very second the last scrap of cloth was on the floor, he was tugging the other man to the bed, fighting the urge to just wrap his arms around him and drag him to the floor instead.

Bruises were, after all, unsightly, and he didn't have anything to attend to their appearance here.]

Oh, I'm sure we won't miss anything, given your plans.

[ At least they manage to get through everything. He uses every excuse to help, which in turn is an excuse to touch. The last thing he has to shed is his underwear but that goes easily and then he's following Jarlaxle to bed, kissing him anywhere he can as he goes, letting the other man lead and trusting he won't let him trip over anything on the way there. ]

[It was almost like a dance, getting to that bed. Each step mattered, he didn't want to fall and take Astarion with him after all, nothing quite ruined romance like a sprained elbow.

It would happen, but only when the bed was well within reach, the drow catching Astarion's mouth whenever he could along the way in kiss after kiss until he tugged him one more time into the bed. There was a slight clink, just a light rattle of a little glass; he'd managed to snag a small flask of oil before their little waltz over here. Consideration was important after all, and nothing was better than foreplay.

The bottle would be left atop the head of the mattress for the moment however, as Jarlaxle would move to place himself atop his partner, pressed close as he placed kiss after hot kiss upon him. Under the jaw, then down the neck. Slowly but surely moving downwards little by little, it seemed the destination was quite clear.]

[ Jarlaxle is every bit the partner he assumed he'd be, and so they safely get to the bed without any accidents.

Astarion falls into bed easily. He stares up at the drow with desire and need, pulling him down for another kiss. But this one he interrupts himself when he hears the little rattle of the glass. His lips part and he draws in a breath, knowing well what comes next.

He expects them to get to that point quickly. He doesn't expect the kisses, the hot and yet somehow still gentle attention. The kisses against his neck make him shudder with delight. And then there's the suggestion of more, still. ]

You....

[ Nope!!! He holds his tongue. No way he's about to tell him not to do that, he's not going to self-sabotage to that degree. instead he'll just find somewhere to put his hands, which right now is one hand on Jarlaxle's shoulder and another on his head. ]

[You didn't start a show with the main event, the buildup was the most important part! He barely hesitated as Astarion started to say something... but there was a fleeting moment of it. No 'stop', no hands pushing at him, once it was clear that he still had that consent he continued.

Down his chest, catching one nipple briefly and lightly between his teeth before the hot lave of his tongue soothed over it. Down further still, over the toned expanse of Astarion's stomach, his hands sliding down the other man's waist, then hips, then thighs. Only to gently pull them, a silent request for them to spread. The ruby eyes flicked upwards to find Astarion's face, hooded, the stare hot and hungry.]

[ Astarion loves this part. Being looked at like that, like he's worth something. Like he's wanted. Of course the touch is lovely too, he's sensitive and the drow finds all the best spots to kiss and touch and tease.

But the desire.

That's the best part. ]

You're beautiful.

[ Astarion means it. Jarlaxle's red eyes are striking, gorgeous. His body toned and beautiful. It makes for quite the sight between his legs. So of course, he spreads them for him easily. ]

Don't worry about being gentle. I can take it.

[The compliment brings that smile back to his face, the expression far more sultry than before. No response, it didn't need one after all, and besides he had far better things to do with his mouth right now than banter for once.

No, the reply would be to slip downwards as Astarion spreads his legs, those same hot, open mouthed kisses he'd showered the other man with now pressed against his partner's thighs, then inward, before moving to lave a long, hot, wet line up along Astarion's cock. 'Don't worry about being gentle' might have translated to something more colored by pain for some, but the drow had other ideas. 'Roughness' after all was terribly subjective.

One could hardly call it 'gentle' after all, when after he pulled back to consider something for a moment, he dipped down to simply swallow the other rouge's length right down. No gagging, barely any hesitation, taking Astarion right to the hilt without a hint of discomfort as his tongue pressed roughly against the underside of it, the head coming to rest right at the back of his throat.

Professionalism.]

[ Astarion practically cries out in surprise. It's not what he's expecting, to say in the least. Hardly anyone ever bothers to care about his pleasure, and even those who had...usually ended up being cut short by unwelcome interruptions.

But he's not thinking about that -- thinking about him -- now. Because fuck that he didn't get abducted to some strange realm just to think about the past.

And Jarlaxle makes for such a wonderful distraction. He's left gasping for air, clinging desperately anywhere his hands can find purchase.

Astarion's lips part but he holds back the sound for now. Of course Jarlaxle's mouth is hot and wonderful and his tongue feels incredible but he can't just roll over and fall apart at the first touch.

Even if the first touch was so incredibly intoxicating.

Still, it must be clear he likes it. His toes curl and the hand on the drow's head pushes down, unconsciously, like he means to hold him there. If he has to be overwhelmed, he shouldn't be alone. ]

[He made a promise after all. One he'd every intention of keeping too, and he'd gotten so close in just the first few minutes! How encouraging! Even with his eyes presently cast downward, he could hear those little sounds, Astarion holding back on all those lovely noises that he personally would have loved nothing more than to hear. The soft sounds were pretty, but he wasn't going to be satisfied with subtlety.

He expected a serenade and he was going to get it.

The pressure on his head, the feeling of Astarion pushing him there, holding him there, was all the goading he needed. Once assured that his partner wasn't about to topple over the edge right then and there, he began to move, pulling back just to dip slowly back down again. His teeth dragged lightly and gently up along sensitive flesh, his tongue gliding firmly over hot and hard skin. Those hands didn't stay idle either, one arm moving to curl around Astarion's leg, over and then under to clutch at the dip of his hip, the curve of his ass. The other slipped beneath to gently cup and massage his sac, careful and soft.

He'd no intention of letting him cum of course, but neither did he expect Astarion to peak on mere fucking alone. He'd make sure he got the other man close enough before he'd go to take him.]

Oh, fuck.

[ Gods above, the drow knew exactly what he was doing. The hint of teeth contrasted perfectly with the other, more gentle touches. The threat was there, but nothing more than that. Goading him into trusting.

His hips moved of their own accord, up towards his mouth then down towards that touch against his ass and the promise for more there, too. Jarlaxle may be underestimating Astarion's abilities when it comes to "mere fucking" but he sees absolutely no reason to complain when it's getting him such good treatment.

His fingers itch to do something but his partner doesn't have hair to wind his fingers through so instead he toys with the tip of one of his ears, touching just to touch, trying to find some outlet for all of this energy. ]

[One of the downsides of being shorn, he had to admit. After all, he always did like playing with a partners hair... And it always felt so good to curl his fingers into it. A shame he'd not be able to give Astarion that particular sensation.

The rogue's fingers would travel up a series of piercings, one oddly shaped decoration akin to a miniature grappling hook. Jarlaxle merely tilted his head slightly into the touch, that crimson stare landing on Astarion once more. He slowly pulled back, releasing the other man's member with a soft pop, before giving it a slow, light stroke. He then moved to slip upwards, not daring to lift himself too far off his partner, obviously going to reach for the oil vial. Not before pausing to kiss Astarion's neck of course.]

You're delicious, you know.

[A soft, warm little murmur by his ear, the words lightly touched with a chuckle, before he slipped back down again to press a kiss to his hip, then thigh, a few now slicked fingers slipping downwards between Astarion's legs. Gently, carefully, one finger would press against him as the drow returned his attention to Astarion's cock once more, dragging his tongue slowly upward from the base to the tip. Maybe the distraction wasn't needed... But there was no reason not to do it either, now was there?

So I've been told.

[ Astarion laughs, a little breathlessly, in on a private joke. One that has to do with the bite marks on his neck. Though, realistically, he is kind of glad to hear it. He can be a little organic with the whole technically-being-a-corpse thing.

He's trying to be patient about losing his lips in the moments he's gone. He knows it is ultimately for the best for both of them, that this moment of losing him is for the benefit of getting ready. He takes a couple of centering breaths as he waits, glad that at least Jarlaxle doesn't go far and that he gives a few of this kind kisses as a consolation. Astarion tries to catch his lips for a kiss, tries to do something to help here but Jarlaxle has his own plans and he doesn't make it before he's moving back down to his hip.

At least soon enough the drow's mouth is back on him again and his fingers are pressing against him.

Maddeningly slowly, though.

Astarion's heart is racing, and Jarlaxle is there dragging his tongue like they have all the time in the world. And sure, in a place like this, they could afford to take their time, but... ]

I want to feel you already, [ impatient, impatient--and so he follows it up a little more kindly ] please.

[Impatient indeed! If Astarion had been a more familiar partner, he might have indulged in a little more teasing, after all nothing was quite as satisfying as getting a lover to plead for more.

But, that was something better saved for later, if or when they ever fell into bed with each other again. You didn't just break out the edging on the first date after all. He still laughed though, the noise soft, resting his cheek almost lazily against Astarion's cock as he just made absolutely positive first that he wouldn't be harming the other man by obliging. Just another second, he promises.]

Whatever you wish.

[He shifted then, moving to slick himself up before he carefully positioned himself, gripping Astarion's hip with one hand as he guided himself in. Slowly, sure, but steadily. There would be no pause as he moved to grasp both of the other man's hips, sinking down to the very hilt with a shuddering sigh.

Only when he was sure he could begin to move did he actually do so, the initial thrusts shallow and slow, deepening with every pump.]

[ He holds back more impatient demands. Ironic, with how Jarlaxle clearly wanted to hear him. But he's too afraid of coming off too strongly all at once, or being too much, or being too loud, which was certainly a thing he was capable of being.

Well, he'd probably share that particular part soon, anyway.

Astarion's body accepts the other man with a practiced ease. He rocks his hips along with Jarlaxle's movements as best he could, meeting him halfway. His expression is full of bliss, and now the little noises of pleasure fall from his lips. He feels good, warmed by Jarlaxle's body and filled with his cock.

But he wants to share that with him. He reaches over to him to try and drag him to a kiss, to let him feel how much he loves this. ]

[He'd never resist a kiss, and Astarion would find him wholly obliging, dipping down to indulge, deep and heated, punctuated by a nip as his hips firmly met the curve of Astarion's ass.

There was more than one way to get some noise, of course, and while those pretty little sounds were a good start, he was keen to turn up the volume. Each stroke was deep and rolling, the speed of each thrust slowly increasing, and he broke the kiss to nip at the other man's neck. Had he noticed the scars at all? It was hard to tell, but then it was hard to imagine he'd not felt them at this point. If so, he made no commentary on them, it gave him no cause to hesitate in the slightest.

He couldn't help but allow one hand to roam, sliding upwards over Astarion's hip and along his waist, tracing along his side before slipping around to press against the small of his back. Better for the angle, it seemed, giving the other man a little more lift so as to drive himself as deeply as he could.]

[ It's clear how heated Astarion is--he pushes for more, trying to shove his tongue into Jarlaxle's mouth, indulging in kind as Jarlaxle comes to him. He laughs breathlessly at the little bite but he doesn't return the favor, still careful with his fangs even while enjoying pleasure.

Astarion tries to follow when Jarlaxle breaks the kiss but to no avail. His cries become louder as Jarlaxle pushes deeper, but it seems that his neck is especially sensitive, and the little bite changes the timbre of his voice entirely, more desperate and higher pitched. ]

Ah--

[ As Jarlaxle moves him, he brings his legs up and hooks them around his hips. He wants it too, that depth, the feeling of him really driving into him. ]

Yes, that's--fuck, just like that--you're so good.

[The sound is encouraging, positively provocative really, and he chases it, daring to sink his teeth into Astarion's neck firmly enough to leave behind a mark, sucking at the point he'd bitten into as if the drow were a vampire himself.

His nails rake down the other man's sides, dig into his hips, happily indulging in the offer Astarion had made earlier. He didn't mind a bit of roughness, and Jarlaxle it seemed was quite pleased with the apparent hardiness of his partner. The hold was commanding, sure to leave a mark or two behind, and the pace had now hit it's peak; deep and fast with every intention of seeing Astarion over the edge first and foremost. The heated words in his ear were just as good as the cries of course, and he'd give in turn. He'd release the other man's neck to murmur into his ear,]

Louder, ussta che, [the drow language sounded far sweeter and warmer than they'd any right to be, all things considered, there wasn't a hint of cynicism in the tone to be found,] Abandon any shame, we have no need of it here.

[ Jarlaxle gets his wish. Astarion obviously loves the rough treatment, to say nothing of the bite, which practically lights his nerves up with pleasure. Astarion's cries are loud, unabashed, now, a song of pleasure pulled sweetly from his lips. He's not afraid to show it. He'd always been told that his cries were the sweetest. Surely even Loviatar would be glad to hear these offerings.

Astarion reaches up to grab onto Jarlaxle, digging his nails into the man's back, holding tight. Just as the drow had promised, he clings onto him as his body is given such perfect pleasure, and pain that grounds him besides.

He finds nothing to be ashamed of here. It feels good, and he wants Jarlaxle to know that, too. His only hesitation had been for the drow's sake, but now given permission, he'll sing beautifully for him. ]

Edited 2023-08-28 07:24 (UTC)

[Sweet they certainly were, befitting the pretty face that beget them. Greedy as the drow could be, he wouldn't be sated until he'd gotten all he could out of the moment, and he'd consider it a job well done if he could hear that voice go hoarse before the end of the night.

The soft grunt he made as Astarion dug his nails into his back was approving, bearing down on the other man as he sought to drive more music out of him with each and every thrust. The cries were rewarded by another bite, just below the last one, content to decorate the other man's pale neck with red and purple blooms, and so too his hips with rosy streaks as he gripped him, nails dragging along soft flesh.

He'd have found the consideration for him adorable if he knew, almost heartwarming really. He'd be more than happy to put any anxiety in regards to his feelings to bed; Jarlaxle could not have been more pleased with the outcome.]

I'll see you over the edge. [His voice low, husky, and only vaguely breathless,] Nothing would be more pleasurable then to see the look on your face as you come and cry out, che.

[ It strikes him as surprising, how focused on his pleasure Jarlaxle is. He expected, after his description of everything, that if Jarlaxle was given the chance to do whatever he wanted, he'd relish the opportunity to take pleasure for himself. Focus on his body, and his needs. Astarion wouldn't have faulted him in the slightest. He was used to pleasuring others no matter what the position turned out to be. It wouldn't be surprising, the way this is surprising.

Better still because Jarlaxle is good at it. It's rare for Astarion to meet a partner that can match his own skill. But Jarlaxle follows his cues (a miracle that he even bothered to find them, based on how this usually goes), and keeps giving him more. Every mark formed on his flesh feels like a gift, potent and intoxicating. The drive of his cock warms him from the inside out, making him feel raw and alive and good.

Jarlaxle's words send a shiver down his spine. Of course he wants that that too, he wants to come for him and he wants to give him everything he desires. How could he not, when he's getting such good treatment? ]

I want to come for you.

[ Where Jarlaxle seems to still be well and in control as he speaks, Astarion is so clearly falling apart. As if Jarlaxle has found the perfect thread to pull on and unravel him.

It doesn't take much longer with that treatment. Astarion's orgasm is full-bodied and strong. His pale skin flushed, back arched, head thrown back in ecstasy with his neck and all those beautiful bruises and marks well exposed. His cries are loud and wanton, dripping with the pleasure he feels. ]

[What was the point of sex if everyone didn't enjoy it, after all? A discussion he would eagerly have with anyone if he were asked of it, the man did have a lot of feelings about the act. But even more importantly, how was he supposed to enjoy it if his partner wasn't gripping him like a lifeline in a stormy sea? Nothing felt as good as a job well done after all. The cries, the nails in his skin, the writhing body pressed against his as his partner called out in uncontrolled pleasure all spoke of a job well done. He'd not be settling for any less.

His own climax sat upon a razor's edge, so frustratingly close, but the drow was bound and determined to make sure that Astarion would hit that peak before him. It only made his own orgasm all the sweeter, he'd not been lying when he'd said nothing would be more pleasurable after all. Unlike Astarion however, he buried his face in the other man's neck, stifling his own cry against the other man's bruised skin as he spilled himself deep inside him. Buried as far as he could, clasping Astarion tight until that crashing wave of unbound pleasure ebbed away into a warm and soothing glow.]

Beautiful.

[His words were a little thicker now, uttered with a clumsy tongue in the moment.]

You are perfect.

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