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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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Yeah. Whatever. [John regards the outside of the tent with a wary look, shoulders rising and falling before he crouches down a bit to get inside. It's just a tent. Doesn't look too suspect.]

[ At least on the outside, the tent is just a tent. Since it’s something from Zenith, Kavinsky can’t make it any bigger on the inside, but it’s already scattered like a bowerbird nest, full of interesting and curious things that look only slightly different than the real things. The music continues, low enough to be spoken over now. Kavinsky lounges inside as the kid comes in.

As well as being some bowerbird nest, it is a thing from Zenith. So there’s a gentle, easy sort of buzz that goes along with it. Encouragement, he’s sure the employees would call it. Subtle coercion, Kavinsky thinks. He hasn’t got a problem with that. It doesn’t make him want to do things he doesn’t want to—just makes him want to do more of the things he already does. ]

We still gotta work out what you owe me, kid.

I'm not a kid. [He shoots Kavinsky a stubborn look, momentarily distracted from taking stock of everything in the tent. This bloke's probably a few years older than him, tops.

John sits a short distance away from him, closer than he would have normally, but he figures the tent is small and he doesn't want to come off as being too standoffish (despite the language and the prickly exterior and the- nevermind). He wraps his lanky arms around his shins, occupying almost as small of a space in the tent as possible.]

Name your price.

[ Kavinsky sizes the kid up. He’s around Charlie’s age, which should probably bother him more than it does, except that Kavinsky remembers all the things he did at that age. He can’t be bothered at that point.

But then the kid gets all shy and closed in, knobbly knees and brutal elbows and suspicion, and Kavinsky sighs. Where was Prokopenko when he needed to get a guy to fucking relax?

He rummaged through some things and found the pack. ]

My price doesn’t really matter. I want to know what they’re worth. I got better shit than this, kid. This is nothin’.

Edited 2019-03-31 22:20 (UTC)

[His eyes light up at the sight of the Silk Cuts. He can lie and cheat and steal just fine but he's not yet Johnny Conjob, not yet thinking about playing mindgames and pretending he doesn't want what he wants, not yet capable of manipulating his way out of trouble.]

What do you mean, what're they worth? Like two quid? [Not that he has £2 on him. He has maybe £0.57 if he empties out all his pockets. John stretches one leg out and shuffles in a little closer.]

What else do you have? [This tent is quickly rising up in its coolness factor for John. It's already elevated from 'flimsy plastic shithole' to 'weird trinkets galore'.]

Christ...

[ this is gonna take a minute.

In the meantime, while the kid settles, Kavinsky rifles back through things all over again. There’s the regular stuff, pill bottles and smoking paraphernalia, and things he gets the feeling this guy wouldn’t understand if he put it down in front of him. There’s some familiar things from Darrow, and also from Henrietta. In the end, he pulls out a small collection of small, black, magnetic rocks. They dance across his palm, alive with the electricity, gently singing noise as they whirl and jive.

He tosses them into the air and they become a small knot for a moment, then a buzzing insect made of stone and magneticism, inky black. ]

[The glass pipe catches John's interest but it's the black rocks that really gets this place moving up from 'weird trinkets galore' to 'that's fucking awesome'. John watches it move the way any kid would watch something they've never seen before, mesmerised and intrigued.]

How'd you do that? [He's worried about touching it and having it fall apart everywhere so he keeps his hands to himself.]

Fucking magic.

[Prokopenko's voice is airy, a little slurred, as he ducks into the tent and manages not to fall over. He avoids the wasp and drops onto whatever looks comfortable, halfway between Kavinsky and this new kid. He hits Kavinsky's leg.]

A fucking wasp, seriously?

[ Kavinsky’s grin is still predatory when Prokopenko slouches into the tent. He watches him, and watches the kid, and it is as if he summoned him on thought alone. But of course, Prokopenko is a gift, a trading piece, as much as the cigarettes are. He doesn’t do anything about it yet.

He reaches his hand into the mess of magnetic rocks and they slither and vibrate down his fingers and hand and forearm like thick ink. When he tosses them into the air this time they become a small black sun, pulsing with the heartbeat of the bass playing on the bluetooth speaker. ]

You can touch, kid. They don’t bite. Not the rocks at least.

[Suddenly the tent gets a little crowded and while John doesn't mind, he is a little wary of the bloke who's just sauntered in. They seem to know each other though and, well, if Kavinsky's the kind of guy who hooks people up with things, it's to be expected that people come in and out of here a lot.

John lowers his guard a bit and he leans over to poke at the centre of the rock formation. People have probably lost fingers for dumber reasons.]

There's no such thing as magic.

Bullshit, [he breathes, like the word is heavy. Proko shifts lazily, moving onto his back so he can watch the weird little sun, pulsing to the beat.] How else do you think it works. You got a microchip in your head, Kav? That kinda shit Swan gets on about when he’s fucked up?

[He laughs and lolls his head, bumping it against Kavinsky’s leg.]

What’s he doing here, K?

Not yet I don’t.

[ There was that slimy little intro to the island, the explanatuon of the disease and the technology on Zhautas. It all sounded a bit too 1984 to Kavinsky, a boy from the Eastern Bloc.

He ran his fingers into Prokopenko’s hair while watching John. His expression was dark and sharklike. ]

I did the kid a favor and he’s trying to figure out how to pay me back for my kindness.

I'm right here mate. [He shoots a slightly annoyed look at Prokopenko. If it's one thing John doesn't like, it's being ignored when he's sitting right there. Makes him feel worthless, like the way society looks down on him.]

And you haven't done me any favours yet.

He will, though. K's pretty good like that. [Proko grins and moves again, lazily restless. He closes his eyes as Kavinsky's fingers sink into his hair.] Favors for favors.

[He laughs and opens his eyes, looking at Kavinsky upside down.]

So hospitable, Yosef. You gonna give 'em something good?

[ It’s a glowing indictment, really. Kavinsky laughed and set the cigarettes down on Prokopenko’s stomach, so that if John wanted them, he’d have to touch the thin Ukrainian boy draped half into Kavinsky’s lap. For a moment, Kavinsky is very aware that he’s aged a few years, but Prokopenko hasn’t. That isn’t right, but it’s how things turned out. Now, Proko is closer to the kid’s age than Kavinsky’s. ]

So you are. I have noticed that your smokes are at least worth hanging around for. But you still haven’t told me what you’ll do for them.

Christ, kid, do I gotta spell it out for you? [ Instead, he hikes up Prokopenko’s shirt a little bit ]

[His gaze follows the cigarettes, losing interest in the black rocks, and for a moment it's too tempting to just reach over and grab it.

But it's become too obvious what exactly he means by 'favour' and John's torn between leaving and giving in. He turns his head towards the entrance/exit of the tent and swallows. He's not that desperate. He doesn't need the smokes. He can always find someone who won't ask him to do anything in order to part with a stick or two.

Nothing ever comes for free.

His head turns back to look at Kavinsky, then at Prokopenko.]

I-... [John lowers his head, rubbing his hands almost nervously before he rests a palm in his lap.]

I'll suck you off.

[He feels the faint weight of the cigarettes on his stomach. All his nerves feel extra sensitive and he shivers as his shirt drags over his skin, as the air hits him. Proko's pale and soft and he shifts his weight a bit to make the shirt slide higher. He lolls his head to look over at the kid. He's pretty cute.]

That what you want, Kav?

[ Kavinsky laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, but it was a sharp one. John--oh, this kid came off practically like a blushing virgin. He couldn't quite read if he was, in fact, a virgin, but it was definitely how he looked just then, all nerves and fidgeting. ]

Oh, not me.

[ Gently, he scraped his nails down Prokopenko's sternum, all the way down to the button and fly of his jeans. ]

But Proko's a sport.

[It's fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of his life he'll never get back. It's fine. So's everything else John has done to date. If he's completely inexperienced he tries not to let it show as he leans over and plucks the button off and zip down on Prokopenko's jeans.

He lifts his gaze but he finds he can't make eye contact, averting his gaze swiftly. He doesn't look overly enthusiastic but he's not complaining or wrinkling his nose either. He pulls jeans and underwear down a little lower before-... wait what is this.

John looks a little surprised, a little nervous, a little unsure as his gaze flits from a pale, bare chest to hands to chin and then back to the distinct lack of a prick. He was just expecting, you know, what with how Prokopenko looks like any other bloke from the outside.]

...what am I supposed to put in my mouth?

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[The drag of Kavinsky's nails make him shiver and Proko sighs, soft and sweet, as John fumbles with his jeans. He can feel the hesitation after that, knows exactly what's startled the other boy into stopping. If he were more clearheaded, he might have snapped something. Instead, he leaves it to Kavinsky. For better or worst, he trusts him.

Proko takes a deeper breath, vaguely aware that he looks more flat-chested with the way he's stretched out. Not that his chest has ever been anything to write home about, but since arriving here he's... lost his binder somewhere. He's pretty sure he remembers the words you don't need it whispered in his ear at some point in Kav's voice.]

Where do you think?

Never seen a fucking cunt before, motherfucker?

[ It's a petty snap, and said with more chill than heat. Kavinsky will rescind the offer if the kid doesn't think he's up to the task. He might even let the kid go into his debt--but the debt and calling it in are always worse than just paying up front. ]

You put your mouth on him, or your fingers or your cock in him. You make him come. You get your cigarettes. I sit here and make sure you don't put your foot in your mouth again. Razbirash li?

Of course I have! [John goes immediately on the defence, cheeks hot and red as he scrambles up onto his knees. 'I just thought you were a bloke' would probably go down like a lead balloon. It's just not something people talk about or that he's encountered before. He's not any more or less comfortable doing it and he doesn't need bloody instructions.

John licks his lips before shuffling in a little closer, pulling the jeans and underwear down past Proko's knees.

He's clearly not done this before but he's trying to mask his inexperience by going down on Prokopenko with some confidence, gripping onto his thighs, closing his eyes and lapping with his tongue. He attacks pussy with his tongue like he hasn't eaten in three days which is probably not the best approach but he doesn't know otherwise.

God it tastes weird. It feels weird. Slightly humiliating, but- but not in a way that has John rushing out the makeshift door.

Kavinsky sitting there so obviously watching him is also not helping with the performance anxiety.]

[Proko makes a little noise when John yanks his clothes down pass his knees. This guy has a point to make, that's obvious. That denial sounds like ones he's heard before.]

Oh fuck. [He gasps sharply and his hands flail, grabbing at Kavinsky and at John as John just dives in. There's something to be said for enthusiasm, at least, and he likes the way the other boy grips his thighs.]

Slow--slow down a little, s-shit. [His voice hiccups when John happens to do something just right. He gropes blindly until he can grip Kavinsky's arm.] Kav--

Easy, Christ...

[ Kav reaches down and grabs the kid by the hair, trying to rein in his clumsy attempt. Proko's fingers curl on his arm, but he ignores that for a moment. First of all, this kid needs to know what the hell he's doing down there. ]

Listen to him. Slow down and listen to him--he'll let you know what's good.

[Slow down? But he's not even going fast? John moves his head away ever so slightly, tongue lapping at pussy in small flickers. He's embarrassed and uncomfortable, but trying his best not to show, lips grazing across wet folds of soft skin. He's too anxious for it to be doing anything for him, half-lidded eyes glazing over the blurred splotches of colours in his field of vision.

The instinct to fight Kavinsky off sinks in and takes hold as a grip tightens in his hair. John huffs and kicks gently against the ground before tonguing and nipping with his lips.]

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