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TEST DRIVE MEME #9 (FOURTH WALL EDITION)

Introduction

The same siren that had sounded a couple weeks prior to signify the arrival of the portals that ripped through the island fills the air again. While Zenith had seemed to have taken care of these strange space-time anomalies, it appears that they didn't quite contain them all.

"Hello again, volunteers," R.Y.U.O. addresses the public again, thoroughly unimpressed. "It seems we have a second breach to be concerned about. Just as before: mind the edges and you should be fine." He doesn't say much more than that but anyone looking out the nearest window will see what he's referring to.

No matter where volunteers are, the giant triangular portal (approximately 1.75 miles tall and 1 mile wide) that suddenly splits reality off in the jungle faces them. No matter where they walk or what other angles they try to see it from, it faces them. That's only slightly unnerving.

It doesn't take long before the multiversal visitors start to pour through. While current volunteers can't leave, it seems that other people are able to come in through this portal that has converged from multiple access points in the multiverse on this tiny island. Say hello, volunteers, there are quite a few new unexpected faces to greet!

WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS

Professor Quintalian - who the newly displaced might have been informed already is the head of the volunteer program here on Zhautas - is quick to turn this potential PR nightmare into a daydream. People may be spilling through the portal and bringing forth any number of issues without the proper clearance but that's not their fault.

And it isn't Zenith's either, they're quick to say. It's actually because of a deranged space pirate named Hoshiko - here, have a picture for reference! - and you can blame her for your displacement in the multiverse. Please do. Of course, if anyone questions how one person is causing all this trouble Zenith representatives will be quick to say they need to go back to whatever task they had at hand and drop the topic.

Basically, it's not your fault and it's not their fault but you're still here now. So, why not be made to feel at home during your temporary stay? The professor is of the mind that showing these newcomers some good old-fashioned Zenith Corporation hospitality would be more beneficial in the long-term than trying to turn them all away immediately. You can't buy publicity like this! He wouldn't be in charge if he didn't know how to turn things to his corporation's advantage.

TEMPORARY LODGING

It's for this reason that the professor makes the call for the west wing, usually utilized primarily for research, to be turned into temporary lodging for their company. While the makeshift cots laid out aren't as private as the pods of the east wing or bungalows out on the beach, that's alright! It's still a nice, comfortable place to sleep until they figure the best way to get you back home.

They even got everyone who shows up a complementary gift basket. It's filled with cliche "aphrodisiac" foods such as chocolate, strawberries, but thankfully no oysters. They do have those if you're interested, of course, but you'd have to go to the food court for that request. The basket also contains lube (of random, assorted flavors and added effects!) as well as a cheap, plastic bullet vibrator that has the Zenith logo printed on it.

Unfortunately, due to the quality, it's a little finicky. Once you turn it on, you might not be able to turn it off. Don't worry! There's plenty of people around to help. Plenty of people to witness you fumbling with this bouncing, buzzing object and certainly plenty of embarrassment to be had by all. What a good bonding opportunity!

SEXATORIUM

Whatever research that was going on before people started arriving has been suspended for now. One wouldn't know though from how quickly the changed everything around from perhaps what veteran volunteers are used to. One minute there's regular, mundane scribbling onto clipboards and contemplative hums and nods. The next, there's sex on display in no shortage of ways.

The lab spaces have instead been converted to serve a different purpose. The lights are dimmed and tinted a hopefully soothing blue, music plays lightly, and there's the strong scent of sweat and salt permeating the place. The west wing has, for now, been converted into a sexatorium to showcase Zenith's finest attempts at curing this disease and enticing fresh faces to join their cause.

Volunteers and newcomers alike are welcome to peruse this section of the facility until everything gets sorted. Whether it be to watch or demonstrate themselves, Zenith staff is encouraging everyone to take part. They might be a little overly encouraging, honestly. It probably isn't surprising they're under quite a bit of pressure these days from HQ. Show all the multiversal visitors a good time the Zenith way, volunteers!

The glass walls of the research sector have become an exhibitionists' dream. Or perhaps a voyeur's, depending on perspective! Maybe you're taking time to walk through or scurrying to the other side and averting your eyes. If anyone was looking for the head of the program, they can find him here. Of course they can. If you're not into tentacles, that's your loss (according to him), but he's more than happy to talk about the program as well!

They also have plenty of other "experiments" that they'll be running that anyone is free to participate in. They are, but not limited to:

Sex Toy Demonstrations - Ever wondered what state of the art sexual technology is like? Check it out for yourself! If you want it, they likely have it. Not to worry if you don't exactly want to have everything on display, there are rooms that are more private with a black-out option on the glass. It can be toggled on and off or opacity may be changed and filters applied for those who might want the thrill of potentially being seen but not entirely.

Natural Aphrodisiacs - Stepping into one of these rooms will be like taking a step outside. They're full to the brim with plants both familiar and alien as a taste of the larger gardens that Zenith touts. Of note are the coitendrils; they're a pretty touchy-feely species! It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
Strip Trivia - How much do you know about sex? Maybe less than you think! Especially when you start throwing xenobiology into the mix. These rooms are staged like a game show (that outsiders can also view, if you so choose!) and with each wrong answer, you'll find yourself losing a piece of clothing. It could be as minor as a sock, your bracelet, or something as obvious as your entire shirt. Don't worry, your clothes are held in a containment unit just outside the room and it's all in good fun!
Cultural Exchange - It's no secret that many of the cultures and species on Zhautas are sex-positive. Most recently, volunteers visited the country of Nevrione whose specialty is leather BDSM gear with amazing hand craftsmanship. While there don't appear to be any natives to that country (which people are free to find suspicious) there is a sampling of what they have to offer for use. Also, just look at those cute feathers decorating some of the gear... What a nice touch!

AROUND THE FACILITY

The Gym
There is now a large gym after frequent volunteer requests for one. They've dedicated a lot more room recently to get a good work-out in. One of the best ways to relieve stress is exercise! Not that volunteers have any particular reason to be stressed. Everything is perfectly fine. It has a plethora of machines now rather than just a handful. In fact, it even features a rock wall, pool, and track now to suit almost every need imaginable.

A couple of the machines have an emphasis on vibrations. Not to worry, however, as there are plenty more options available that they're easily avoidable.

If the gym pool isn't your speed, you're always welcome to go for a nice swim out at the beach. The local mermaids have since returned back to their home waters, so there's no immediate threat to your well-being. At least, not anything obvious. Let them know if you find anything!
The Holo-Deck
The holo-deck is now up and fully operational. It's the size of a small gymnasium and quite sturdy! Don't worry if you do break anything, they'll fix it in a jiffy! They like to see the limits of their technology tested, after all.

The holo-deck can simulate basically anything your mind can come up with... if you have an implant. So, better make friends with someone who does if you want to experience this feature! Its main function is a relaxation mode that projects soothing landscapes and scenery. They look, smell, and sound so real you almost wouldn't believe that you aren't hiking through the mountains. And despite its limited size, the holo-deck does manipulate perception to make the space seem a lot larger than it really is.

Additionally, it has a combat mode to help keep the senses sharp of volunteers who might be more battle-inclined. They don't want you to lose your edge, after all, and especially not with Hoshiko still at large with no idea when she'll strike next. It's better to be prepared and it also gives the more restless volunteers a good way to work out all that excess energy.
Arcade
Attached to the holo-deck, there's another large room. This one is dimly lit and comes with the archaic colors and sounds that belong to a retro arcade. While the holo-deck can simulate games, there's nothing quite like the feeling of pinball beneath your fingers. Or maybe you just want to whack some moles in order to vent your frustration.

While you can win tickets here, they can't be exchanged for anything but minor trinkets. Most of the prizes to be gathered are sexual in nature (because of course, they are) like boxes of condoms or fancy flavored lubes. There's also the standard plush toys and inflatable contraptions.
Food Court & Vending Machines
This is a pristine, updated section of the facility that serves only the finest of meals thanks to the new cyborg chef in charge. He's a friendly older guy who uses his mechanical enhancements to make food faster than you can blink and, of course, it tastes incredible to boot.

Additionally, the vending area has been expanded and the machines have been fixed to no longer shoot out drinks at supersonic speeds. Of course, they still can if you so wish. Some people seemed to have fun making a game out of it so the feature is an option but only if someone selects it from the menu.

The Beach
The bungalows for more permanent residents of Zhautas are lined up along the island's south shore. It's only a short walk from the main facility, no more than five or ten minutes. If you'd rather stay out here instead of using the temporary lodging, that's also an option! They have tents available for use. Don't mind the way you may feel -- no, will feel more inclined to snuggle up - or more - with someone. That's just a standard 'light aphro' feature added to help prompt new volunteers to ease into the atmosphere of the facility.

At night, the beach lights up in beautiful blue luminescence where sand meets sea. Unfamiliar stars and constellations dot the sky as far as the eye can see. It's really rather peaceful. Well, it is if you ignore the giant foreboding portal off in the distance.

The Lounge
This is a begrudingly new addition to the main Zenith research facility, volunteers may have noticed supplies being gathered over the last week or heard whispers of the activity before the building popped up seemingly overnight near the outskirts of the jungle. While approved by the head of the program, it certainly doesn't look like anything that Zenith had a hand in constructing. (They didn't.) It sticks out from the sleek, smooth chrome surfaces by seemingly pulling together more natural elements reminiscent of the buildings in Nevrione, built from mostly wood with a stone foundation. The furniture inside is also crafted from wood, leather, and so on to create a... unique atmosphere full of tables, benches, a bar and stools. In fact, some of the decor seems to be decorated and reinforced with dragon scales.

While alcohol is served here, that's only if someone brings something that can be converted into alcohol via alchemy by resident volunteer Edward Elric. The lounge is advertised as being a place to hang out and get a break from the more modern and high tech setting that the facility has to offer, it is requested that sex does not happen within these walls.

While it touts a calm, unassuming front, with entertainment available such as darts, a pool table, card games and other typical bar games, it's quickly becoming an escape from Zenith's prying eyes and ever alert ears. This might be the place to go if you want to speak a little more freely about your suspicions regarding Zenith.

For volunteers that offer to help with construction or around the lounge once it's built - keeping order among others, cleaning, gathering supplies or various other tasks around the building - drinks will be free (unless another agreement is arranged) as means of payment for their time.

(For any questions about the lounge, please contact Remedy. Thanks for this idea goes to Amy, as it was Garrett's brainchild.)

THE UNDERBELLY

For as much as Zenith is pulling out all the stops, there's no denying that there is a faint sense of unrest teeming beneath the surface. While some veteran volunteers are friendly, there is still an undeniable undercurrent of dissatisfaction that Zenith can't quite completely overshadow. For all the fanfare and attentiveness of the staff, it probably won't be long before you run into at least a few people who aren't exactly shy about their dislike of the corporation.

Things that one might overhear and want to investigate are as follows:

Out in the jungle at night, you might have noticed- No, not the portal, everyone's noticed that. There are red eyes that light up the jungle at night. While they aren't exactly menacing, they are extremely unnerving. Ask anyone and they'll tell you those are demons and they're a product of Professor Quintalian's "personal research" apparently approved by Zenith. While they aren't actively aggressive, trying to infringe on their territory is ill-advised.

Being demon-touched is a terrible thing to experience. They're formless, tarry parasitic creatures that try to consume someone. There's even apparently a chance that you might turn into one. Being demon-touched comes with a host of negative side effects such as visual and auditory hallucinations, a desire to be "complete," fever, and more. And unfortunately for you, the process to expel any demon essence from the body is just as terrible.

Unfortunately, demons aren't the only concern you'll have if you traverse the jungle. This tiny island hosts a range of creatures both docile and deadly. It also seems like with the portal opening, even more are making their way and finding a space here at the Zenith Research Facility.
Despite initially volunteering, people's requests to leave are met with vague excuses as to why it isn't possible immediately. But then the professor will turn around and say Zenith sent someone home overnight without a word to anyone. While this appears to be highly suspicious, none of the staff seem to want to expound upon how Zenith operates with regards to terminating volunteer participation and, of course, Quintalian is nowhere to be found for any real serious discussion. Call him though! He'll be glad to talk to you over dinner and a nice bottle of wine.

Maybe talk to a resident volunteer about this since it should be worrying to someone who might want to sign-up.

Despite the way that the helperbot R.O.S.I.E. is described to watch the facility at all times, she's known to get distracted or glitch out from time to time. And with her trying to entertain all these new guests where she can as well as Zenith re-routing efforts to the sexatorium, there's a distinct lack of physical security present. Huh.

Recently, there's been a lot of thumping and bumping up in the ventilation shafts throughout the main facility. If you're foolhardy enough to find the cause, you'll actually be met with one of the resident defensive AIs that goes by the name R.Y.U.O. He's glad you're here, actually. Things were starting to get boring. If you wander too far through the vents into a restricted area (since the barriers in place won't stop those without an implant!), he'll be quick to throw something else to deter your exploration.

This might electric shocks, extreme heat, of even the classic of a swarm of spiders. It's nothing personal, of course, he just has a job to make sure people trying to snoop don't get too far.

EXTRA NOTES

Welcome to the Zhautas fourth wall event! We've added some extra links down below that might be helpful for newcomers.
As a reminder, the timeline is:

Fourth wall begins on Fromb 24th (March 24th).
The portal will close and the event will end on Fromb 39th (April 8th).
The arrival ship will land as scheduled on Fromb 40th (April 9th).
The intro log including this and theft of the arrival ship will be on Fromb 41st (April 10th).
The next OOC Event Announcement for April's event will be on April 15th.

In the case of an unfortunate run-in with R.Y.U.O.'s defense of the air vents, established volunteers, let us know here!
If you have any extra questions about anything in the game, please direct them to the FAQ!
If you have in character questions, those can be directed to R.O.S.I.E. here!

NAVIGATION ♦ FAQ ♦ TAKEN ♦ RESERVES ♦ APPLICATIONS

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Proko rolled his eyes and gave the bed a shove with his foot, looking salty as hell while Kavinsky grinned at him like an idiot. "No, you didn't fuckwad. I showed up here the same time you did."

Not from the same portal, but same world. It felt good to be free of the stupid fucking forest, at least. He was getting tired of talking to trees and a unicorn.

"Not that you noticed."

The cot rattled and listed, but Kavinsky surged across to keep it on the floor. He grabbed Proko around the middle and dragged him down onto it too. Proko, after all, was still the lithe and ridiculous teenager they'd both been when Kavinsky had disappeared from Henrietta; Kavinsky had put on adult bulk, a few more inches in height, and had the element of a moments surprise to grab him.

And he had dreamed of Proko. Every night for weeks, for months. Every time he did he went out to the forest to see him, even if Proko didn't want to be seen. But Proko was right, of course. Kavinsky hadn't dreamed him here, like the pill bottles scattered around him.

"Shut the fuck up." It was a command, but affectionate as well.

Proko rolled his eyes and tried to keep out of arm's reach. He didn't know what this place was. The orientation was bullshit, and he was feeling-- weird, with this freedom. He kept waiting to fade away somehow and reappear in that stupid fucking forest.

"You've been having fun."

Something nasty and jealous twisted him inside him and he tried to push it down. Like it was anything new.

"You been watching?" It was hardly an accusation. Kavinsky rather liked the idea of Proko nosing in on what he was doing. Someone had to keep him accountable, even if it was someone who made him be irresponsible.

He managed to manhandle Proko down onto the bed. The pill bottles scattered around them. Kavinsky grinned at Proko all sort of predatory.

"You just here to give me shit, or you want something?"

He kicked, refusing to make it easy as Kav hauled him down. Proko answered the grin with a sour look. "Fuck off, K."

He wanted. He wanted like he hadn't wanted in what felt like forever. But he remembered the ring and the husband and the woods. Stuck with all of it while Kavinsky lived a life.

For the first time in a long time, Kavinsky felt real and living above him, and Proko hated every part of him that reacted to that.

It was a bit of a struggle, which Kavinsky sort of expected. Proko had been getting more scarce in the forest, like it was Kavinsky's fault that he was stuck there. It wasn't. If he had it his way, he'd be out in Darrow like anyone else. If he'd had it his way, Kavinsky would have put him up, in the house or the studio. But he couldn't have it his way, and he knew Proko resented him, even if Kavinsky couldn't do anything about it.

Kavinsky grabbed one of the pill bottles and opened it one handed. He shook out two of the pills and then shoved his hand over Proko's mouth and nose so he would be forced to at least have them in his mouth if he wanted Kavinsky's hand off so he could breathe again.

Right against his ear, Kavinsky murmured a soft shushing breath. "Relax, Illy. Everything's chill."

It wasn't like this was even the first, second, or third time something like this had happened. A pill (two?) in his mouth, a hand over it so he had to swallow, or let it dissolve. There wasn't any point in fighting it: Kavinsky was bigger than him, even if Proko fought dirty. He couldn't bite, so he kicked to make his point, shoved at Kavinsky but the pills were gone and all he had was K's voice in his ear.

Relax, Illy.

It came on like a command. Just a few seconds - K's shit always worked fast - and he made a soft noise, almost like a moan, against his palm. His hands gripped Kavinsky's shirt rather than trying to shove him off and for a second it was like his body couldn't keep up with what was happening: a rush of arousal and his limbs feeling kind of heavy all at once.

He mumbled something against Kavinksy's hand: it felt like fuck you.

Kavinsky's hand moved away from Proko's mouth, fingers carding through his hair. He shushed him again, gently, pressed his lips against his temple in a not-quite kiss. The immediacy of compliance sank heat into him. His shit was always fast, and always good, and this stuff was just as good as anything he'd had back in Henrietta.

Maybe things would have been different back in Henrietta if he'd had something like this. No point dwelling on the past. Not while they were here.

Their little space was quiet, Kavinsky's cot the only one occupied at the moment. He laid their, half on top of Prokopenko, and let him knead at his shirt for a moment. The warmth and familiarity ached in Kavinsky's bones. How he missed this boy, even with a happy life surrounding him.

"How we feelin', baby?"

"Fuck," he sighed, head falling back now that Kavinsky wasn't really holding him. He felt desperately aware of every place their bodies touched now, too warm and perfect. Prokopenko tried to move his hips, tried to move anything. His fingers twitched, that felt like a good start.

It reminded him of a dozen - a hundred - different nights in Henrietta, a dozen different parties. It wasn't the first time Kavinsky slipped him a dose to see what would happen, and Proko had a feeling even this wouldn't be the last. Sometimes it was to help his pack of dogs feel more cohesive - Proko was good at that. Other times, it was like a reward. Here Jiang, left this for you.

He managed to plant his foot on the ground and push a little, but all it did was force his hips up against Kavinsky's stomach. Shit. Bad idea. Even the tiny bit of friction made him shiver.

"Easy," Kavinsky breathed, and it was unclear if that was a command to calm the fuck down or just a soothing breath of a word, knowing that Proko was feeling a way. Two pills might have been a little excessive, but Kavinsky found he didn't care. Proko was his, and they'd been not-fighting since Kavinsky had wished him into Darrow. Something needed to be done.

Everything was quiet except for the noise of their breathing. Kavinsky cupped the back of Proko's neck and inhaled the smell of him. He rolled his hips toward him.

"Hey there, beautiful. I've got you." You're mine, the words said, as he'd found ways of saying it so many other times in so many other ways. All of you is mine.

He hated that the words felt like comfort in their familiarity. Kav had said them all before, in one way or another, for as long as he can remember. Were those his memories or Kavinsky's? He'd never know. Maybe it didn't matter.

He moved again, as much as he could, a push of his hips or a flex of his foot. He could feel Kavinsky's breath on his neck and his eyes fluttered, nearly closed. His breath caught.

Proko hated him for all of it and wanted him desperately.

"Kav," he breathed.

Proko squirmed and moved and Kavinsky was still heady from dreaming, and from this power trip. He pressed his nose against Proko's ear and slid a hand slowly down his chest, his stomach, between his legs.

It was a heavier friction than just Proko seeking and lifting for it.

"Missed you," he whispered against his skin, scraping his teeth against the hinge of his jaw. "And I know you missed me."

"You left me there."

His voice felt heavy in his throat and his mouth, but he managed to get the words out. Kavinsky's teeth drag along his skin and he hated the heat sinking through him. Proko kept trying to move, resisting the drug even if he knew there was nothing to be done about it. Kavinsky's shit was good: he knew what he was doing when he made it. He swallowed, lolled his head like he meant to watch the progress of Kavinsky's hand.

It felt like forever since anyone had really touched him and he wanted to soak up every second of it. The heavy slide lit every nerve on fire in all the best ways.

Kavinsky shushed him again. He'd left Proko plenty of places, but these latest betrayals--Darrow, and then the forest--were the worst, the ones he knew Proko couldn't forgive him for. Growing up and settling down and living a life that didn't involve him. Except that it did. They belonged to each other, in so many ways, and that would never change. Proko was a piece of him.

He opened Proko's jeans, murmuring soft, plaintive Bulgarian into his skin. Very few people had ever seen him like this. He didn't know if Proko had ever been sober enough to remember these moments back in Henrietta, locked into rooms by themselves because he feared the others knowing. His fingers slid inside, cooler than the warm skin as he touched Proko.

"Fuck, baby."

He tried to hit Kavinsky with his knee but it didn't do much: he was already settled between his thighs and Proko could barely move as it was. He shivered, goosebumps rising as Kavinksy's breath and voice teased over his skin with words he only sort of knew.

Prokopenko's mouth fell open as Kavinsky's fingers pushed in, feeling chilled against the burning heat inside him. He gasped, moaned, and he tried to grab something - he was pretty sure it was the edge of the cot.

"Fuck," he echoed, breathy and dazed. "Yosef--"

"Christ, Illy," Kavinsky breathed. How he'd missed him. Things were terrible and fragile with this ghost of a boy out in the forest, back home. This was much better. "You look good, baby."

He kissed his neck, and then down his chest slowly. He pulled his hand out of his pants briefly, and tugged his jeans down aggressively. He bowed his head down between his legs even before they were pulled very far, and put his mouth to work on him with hopeless abandon, groaning.

He didn't give a shit that they were just on a cot in the middle of everything, fully in view. He knew, rolling the way he was, that Proko wouldn't give a shit either.

"I hate you," he whimpered in a voice that didn't have a shred of hate in it. He trembled as Kav hauled his jeans down, and his shorts, and pushed his face close. Proko trembled at the first sweep of Kavinsky's tongue and it was all down hill from there.

He remembered all those hurried, hushed, high encounters, one or both of them out of their minds and crammed into some locked room or back seat. Both terrified. Both needy.

"I fucking hate you," he moaned, voice tight as his hips lifted. He tried to get a leg over Kavinsky's shoulder but it was so fucking impossible to move. Proko's face felt hot and he knew how fucking wet he was, he could feel it, he could almost hear it.

"You might," Kavinsky said, words slurred against Proko, "but your cunt doesn't."

He bent, more aggressive in the way that he was using his tongue and mouth against him, happy to keep him trapped and tangled up in his jeans the way that he was. After all, Kavinsky had access to everything like this. Proko didn't need to do anything but lay there and be filthy and marvelous.

He slipped two fingers in, all at once. Proko was certainly slick enough for it. The noise of it was remarkable and beautiful. This was the only boy he could do this for (including some inconsistent encounters with magic swapping people's sex in Darrow), and Proko knew it.

"Kay--" he whined, toes curling when Kavinsky pushed his fingers in, just like that. It was what he wanted, he was fucking dyingfor it and he wanted more, so much more. "Oh don't--"

Stop, he wanted to say. Don't stop. But he couldn't make words come out as Kavinsky fucked him with his fingers and his tongue, as his mouth did delicious things between his thighs. Proko tried to move his hips, tried to ride Kavinsky's tongue and his fingers to get exactly what he wanted and needed. He almost hated how well Kavinsky knew him and how sensitive he felt (he blamed the pills for that, every nerve was on fire). Proko could already feel himself shaking, hovering right on the edge and at the peak.

"Fuck--"

Kavinsky slowed down, wanting to drag it out. Wanting to torture Proko a little bit. Wanting to make him wait for it, because Kavinsky's had to wait for it with him, been put off, ignored, rejected, all manner of things.

He scraped his teeth on the slick folds in front of him, kept his fingers in deep and wiggling but didn't thrust them.

Then he pulled his mouth away entirely. His mouth and chin were slick with it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at him. No, not grinned: absolutely leered, teeth and knowing speculation. He was shoved in all the way to the palm, and Proko was hungry for more.

Proko made a sharp, frustrated sound when Kavinsky just stopped. "Fuck you," he whimpered, struggling to pull himself together, to find a tiny shred of dignity as Kav pushed his fingers deep and left them there, unmoving.

"What do you want?" he all but sobbed, desperate for more and Kav was just looking at him with that smug face. He tried to hit him with his knee but it didn't amount to much. Proko managed to get a hand between them, his fingers as tight as they could get against Kavinsky's wrist.

"You gonna use my hand as you toy? Just fuck yourself on it?" Kavinsky giggled like he was drunk or more high than he was, and curled his fingers up inside Proko, seeking out that sweet spot inside him. His face took on a sweet pout. "Is that all I am to you, baby?"

"Fuck," he gasped out, trembling and jerking a bit as Kavinsky curled his fingers up. He felt chills out to his fingertips and toes and he grabbed uselessly at whatever he could. "Kav--"

He can't. His thighs trembled and he shivered hard, he got tight around Kavinsky's fingers but he was hovering on a plateau. "Don't fucking tease me you fucking asshole."

"You love it when I tease you," Kavinsky sighed. He loved keeping Proko on the edge, knew everything he needed to do to make him feel spectacular and desperate. And, in the last four years, he'd learned some new tricks. Not too many with Proko's particular anatomy, but some new tricks nonetheless.

"Think you could be up enough to go for a ride?"

"I hate you," he whined, shaking as Kavinsky edged him. It took him a moment to really answer after that, too busy trying to get just a little more from Kavinsky's fingers.

"Y-yeah," he gasped out. "Whatever--whatever you want."

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