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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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[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.]

Fuck-- that's it. [Proko moans when John changes tactics and he can't help the way his hips squirm. It's the little nips and the more deliberate slide of his tongue. It's the pressure and-- fuck, he knows how wet he is and if he was a little more sober he might be embarrassed.

But he isn't. His fingers stroke along John's neck. When he speaks again his voice is soft, breathy.]

Relax, baby. It's just you and me. You like kissing?

[ Kavinsky pulls his fingers out of John's hair and instead settles his fingers into Proko's hair, at least for now. He tugs his shirt up to his armpits and slides his other hand across Proko's chest. It's lovely to play with him, and he does always love to see someone fool around with his boy.

He doesn't speak, feeling it might spoil the moment, but he is very present. There's no escaping it now: they're in his tent, among his things, and he'll watch as long as he likes. ]

[John is not relaxed. He is anything but relaxed. He might like to try and act like he's some popular bad boy but he's weeks away from being the biggest fucking punk rockstar (or some no name kid thinking his swearing and wailing could pass off as music) and this is all new to him.]

...no. [Is that a lie? He doesn't know if it's a lie. He doesn't seem to mind their proximity very much and while he might have jumped tongue first into it, he's definitely pumping the brakes now, so it's not like he's trying to hurry things along.

John is just very confused at the moment, brows furrowing as he hesitates with the notion of using teeth (seems like a bad idea) and 'no' seems like a safe bet so he's going with 'no'.]

[Another soft, almost plaintive sound escapes Proko's open mouth as Kavinsky grabs at his chest, rough and familiar. He tries to focus on words but half the time they feel just beyond his grasp. Shit, what did Kav give him? Does it even matter?]

No? Bummer. [He's not about to grab John by the head to haul him into one. Proko reaches, managing to catch John's shirt or his pants, not really noticing the difference in fabric. He tugs on him like he wants him closer. He does. He wants everything.]

What do you like?

Are you capable of a moment of chill, kid? You know, I got shit that'll help with that.

[ There's been plenty of guys, throughout the years, that were too fixated on not being seen as gay. Kavinsky knew a mouth was a mouth, a hand was a hand, and sometimes you needed a little pill to keep your mind off things. Proko's buzzing, rolling on a lovely drug that Kavinsky gave him at some point earlier. Kavinsky could give John the same thing, let the two of them be soft and sexual together.

But he's not going to leave, and John just has to deal with that. Kavinsky doesn't leave his boy alone with strangers.

Kavinsky leans away from Prokopenko a little and finds one of his pill bottles. He shakes one vividly magenta pill out and places it on Proko's stomach. It's an invitation to feel good, if John wants it. This one doesn't cost him anything. ]

[He mutters a very quiet 'ow' as Proko hauls him around, too clumsy and uncertain and bony on his elbows, almost headbutting Proko in the chin and faceplanting in his tits when he gets yanked up closer.]

I don't know. I don't like- I don't- [He's not gotten past wanking and fantasising about making out with something hot on a couch, this is all happening too much too fast.] -know.

[He thinks to question what the pill is but he doesn't want to look like he's doesn't know anything or that he's not game for anything. With his hands on either side of Proko's torso he leans in close to try and pick the pill up with his tongue and teeth without slobbering everywhere, closing his eyes and swallowing it without thinking too much. He probably doesn't notice the light trembling in his arms.

He tries to keep Prokopenko distracted by nipping along his stomach, heat rising up and settling in his cheeks. He's painfully embarrassed, he can feel his ears burn.]

He's sweet, [he murmurs, grinning as John's weight kind of falls on him. He doesn't care. His fingers go loose again so he's not clutching him and he shivers when he feels the sweep of John's tongue over his skin. The pill is gone, and he almost feels bad: maybe he should have warned him.

How old is he, anyway? He seems their age - Proko's age, anyway. But not everyone lives like the pack boys do. He tries to get a leg up just so he can push his jeans down more, maybe off. He's lost his shoes and socks somewhere on the beach. As he fumbles, he presses a kiss to the top of John's head.]

It's okay-- fuck, I'm wet. [He sighs, then laughs as he tips his head back.]

[ There is some beat of pride or astonishment that John just takes the pill without question; Kavinsky hasn’t lost his touch, even if he’s been in Darrow and away from his old substance parties for almost four years now. He knows the drug will hit quick—it always does—and while he knows roughly what it is indeed to do (relaxatiob, arousal, tactile stimulation), everyone is a little different and reacts a little differently. ]

That’s it. No shame in taking your time, sweetheart. No rush. Proko certainly ain’t goin’ anywhere.

[It helps, a lot. Not that John would ever admit to overthinking or stressing out about his complete lack of sexual prowess. It rushes up to his head and forces him to breathe out a sigh that pulls his shoulders down and calms his nerves.

John slumps a little, feeling sluggish, blinking a few times before his head moves. There's a slight delay in his response time, and he's a little dizzy.

The scrawny blond shuffles in a little closer, tugging at his shirt collar like he's struggling for air. His hand moves boldly down Proko's side, across the top of his thigh, thumb pushing into the folds where his tongue had been before. He's got no idea what a clit is or what to do with it so when the side of his thumb brushes up against that little nub of skin and flesh, he moves his hand a little lower to avoid it.

Still a little gunshy about kissing, but his mouth is on Proko's jaw, biting and tugging a bit. Nothing would put him off more than 'he's a fucking lousy kisser' after he's been lapping up little morsels of encouragement. John finds he's not so dizzy if he keeps his eyes closed, and he's not so aware that there's two sets of eyes watching him, so he tries to navigate in the dark and hope for the best.]

[Proko shifts his hips as John's thumb slides over his cunt. He doesn't try to redirect his attention, just lets him touch until his thumb dips into him. He makes a little sound and tries to get closer, tries to get more.]

You can push in more, right there. [It's easy to encourage him. He smiles when he feels John's mouth slide along his jaw and after a breath he turns his head and tangles his fingers in John's hair to anchor him for a kiss. Maybe John's new to all this but Proko isn't, and he's high, so a little slick and sloppy isn't going to bother him.

His other hand reaches down between them to encourage John's exploring touch. He wants everything.]

[ Kavinsky goes all quiet again, just watching. He sees when it hits, the subtle reactions that are always so pleasant to discover in a new person. A part of him wants to get down next to the two of them, put his mouth or hands to work as well. There's two handsome boys here in front of him, one he loves and one he's enjoying the hell out of teasing. But he thinks, maybe, it ruins the dynamic if he gets involved.

Around them, the pulse of music changes. The bass gets a heavier, more throbbing feel, but it's still low and quiet. The fact that it does it on a whim, in the middle of a song, suggests more of Kavinsky's curious magic, but he'll never tell.

He runs one hand over Proko's chest, playing with him, and the other into Proko's hair. Every touch is possessive, even if he's offered him up to John. He may only be an observer in this, but he still wants it known that he's there. ]

[John has no idea what to do with someone else's tongue in his mouth but common sense dictates he not bite down. He does nothing for a while before he realises how unsexy it must be to just lie there with his mouth open like a corpse or something, and then his tongue starts to nudge back.

When his hand accidentally bumps against Kavinsky's he almost breaks his kiss pulling his hand back, an abrupt movement in an otherwise slow burn of exploration and experimentation.

His legs shift, fidgeting restlessly before he commits more to fingering Proko with his thumb, just shallow dips and rubs for now. All his hangups about weird noises and sticky sensations get dulled in the drug-induced haze.]

[Proko knows he's been in John's place before, slack-mouthed while someone else kisses him. He doesn't care, especially when he's got two boys pawing at him. When John pulls back, Proko lets his head loll back, throat exposed as he tries to get a little more from the shallow teasing of John's thumb. Kavisky's hand is tight on his chest and he feels dizzy with wanting.

He reaches down to encourage John's hand, guiding his now slick thumb over his clit. That earns a sharp little moan and an eager lift of his hips.]

Right there.

[His free hand moves, drifting between John's legs to palm his cock through his pants.]

[ Kavinsky thinks he ought to catch John's hand again and put it back to business. There's no reason to not touch Proko together, and he's not so picky about all that anyway. The kid seems to have found some confidence in the drug-haze and noises Proko is making. ]

Doesn't he feel good?

[ It's pointedly unclear if he's talking about Prokopenko or John. ]

[Well John's not going to ask what that lump of flesh is since all he needs to know is that it seems to be the right button to press. He can just mash the hell out of the magic bean, rub over it with his thumb, find it too slippery, rub it side to side, try not to gouge anything under blunt fingernails.

The tent rustles as John's butt hits the flimsy wall, a reflex from Proko rubbing the front of his crotch. Not so much of an outright no as it is surprise and uncertainty and maybe John Jr. isn't ready to take part in this.

John breaks the kiss and pants deeply, chest rising and falling in quick, irregular breaths. There's something about the music, the drug, the touches that are keeping him subdued and going with the flow even if it feels like tumbling headfirst down a deep, dark rabbit hole and not knowing if he's going to crack his skull when he hits the bottom. But there's no doubt he's still a little bit scared.]

[Proko moans sharply, a little startled when John takes the cue and just goes for it. He nearly climbs up Kavinsky, flailing back against him even as he rocks his hips to try to find some rhythm in the way John's thumb moves, or maybe he's just trying to impose one.

John moves and Proko's hand falls away; he looks disappointed.]

S'okay, John. Just lemme-- [He can't quite finish the sentence. He's good with cocks, and he knows he can make John feel good if he stays close. ]

Christ, kid. Settle down.

[ Kavinsky finds something to put under Prokopenko's head and gives him one slow, filthy kiss before he moves away.

He puts himself between John and the edge of the tent so that he can't escape without running into him. He doesn't touch him, not quite, but he does settle his hands on Prokopenko's hips so that he can encourage the touching. ]

Go on then. You were doing real good.

[Clearly John is a no half measures kind of bloke. He's either miles away or coming on like a freight train, with very little grey area in between. He instinctively shuffles forward a little to give Kavinsky some space, either not realising or not particularly caring that he's now trapped between two warm bodies, putting himself within reach again of Proko's hands.

He'd ask what Kavinsky's doing back there, but the lack of touching is keeping him mostly calm. He goes back to running his hand up and down Proko's side, across the front of his chest over his nipple, back down to his taut stomach. He seems to like having things toying around the wet folds of his pussy so John's using his hand as best he can, not really trying to do something eyebrow-raisingly impressive so much as he is trying to cruise along and not upset anyone while getting Proko off. Is this even working?]

[It takes him a minute to realize where Kav's gone. Then he feels Kavinsky's hands on his hips and he can't help moan hanging on his exhale. John's fingers are exploring again and Proko reaches down to help, coaxing John to just-- slip two fingers into him. He whimpers, lifts his hips to encourage him deeper.]

Shit, just-- You could fuck me... [He's quietly breathless, words soft and slurred.] K... Kav. Help him? Show him. I need--

[He hiccups another moan and he can feel the heat in his face and his chest.]

Give him a second, doll, he's working on it.

[ Kavinsky presses in a little closer to John, letting the boy feel his arousal. It isn't much--he's not, exactly, endowed. But it's obvious and spurred on from watching the two of them, and it does trap John rather neatly.

While John's fingers are pressed in Prokopenko's cunt, Kavinsky slides his hand over so he can rub his clit. Maybe they won't get to fucking. That's alright. But it would be terribly nice to make the kid cream his pants, if he won't slip it to Proko. ]

[He huffs a breathless sigh before he figures out how to turn his wrist and angle his hand to give Proko what he wants - well, at least the fingering part. He pushes in deeper than he has before, and with how limited his hand movements are he can only rub Proko's inner walls, pushing all the way in up to his knuckles but not pulling his hand all the way out. It makes dirty wet noises that has John squirming uneasily.

John keeps sliding his fingers in and out in a rather rigid fashion until he fumbles at the mention of fucking. They're already fucking. If they're such a couple why can't they just fuck each other?

Wait, is John getting fucked? Is that why Kavinsky's moved? He didn't sign up for this.]

I'm nnnnuh- What- why don't you two- but- [John breathes out a few times, eyes darting around the tent trying to cut through the hazy lull of whatever he's ingested.]

[Between John's fingers and Kavinsky's, Proko's breathing quicker. He feels like he's burning up and he grabs for them, fingers gripping John's pants and whatever blanket is beneath him.]

Fuck-- fuck-- [His nerves have been on fire in all the best ways since he got here and now he's on the edge. Kavinsky knows just how to touch him and John's figuring it out. Proko feels himself go tight and he nearly curls forward when his orgasm hits.]

[ Kavinsky hums, watching the moment wash through Proko, the remarkable tremor that goes through him and leaves him breathless and flushed and glorious. ]

It's a good look on him, isn't it, kid? Trembling underneath you. Practically begging for you. Is your dick hard yet? He's even prettier when you fuck him silly. You can do anything to him like this.

[He's at least not naive enough to not know what's happening. There is a moment of panic when he feels tight walls of muscles clamping down hard around his fingers but as they quiver and relax he's able to pull his hand back, a sticky mess, and he's too strung out now to be put off by a bit of mess.

He can barely remember why he came here. He just wants his smokes. All this is a bit much for John, and yet. Yeah, the guy looks alright. Kavinsky looks alright. It must have felt good. When was the last time John felt good? About anything?

He wants to say he doesn't want to, that he just wants to take his smokes and go. This is all Kavinsky wanted from him, isn't it? But his legs feel a little weak and his jeans are tight and his hand aches and he's struggling to move.]

He's already finished. I've done what you asked. [Because, you know, it's not like they're teenagers who can't keep going again and again and again.]

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