The Quiet Meme

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THE QUIET MEME

Rules:

- Post your character with name and canon, and also any preferences.
- Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose an option.
- Decide on roles and go to it!

1.  The Quiet Game
The first person to make any sound loses.  Do they lose a bet, do they have to buy the next round, or is this just for innocent (or, not so innocent) fun?  Are you the one making your partner lose, or are you the one barely able to contain yourself?

2.  At the Library/Museum/Church
You're both in a place where making noise just isn't very appropriate.  So why do you feel the urge to make some?

3.  Do Not Disturb
One of you needs quiet; perhaps they are studying, working hard at a project, or even sleeping.  Either way, they've asked you for some peace and quiet.  Why can't you just leave them alone?  How far will they go to get the quiet they deserve?

4.  Sneaky
One of you is sneaking somewhere you really shouldn't be sneaking.  Is it illegal, or are you just trying to get a midnight snack?  Are you breaking in, or out?  Did you overhear something you shouldn't have?

5.  Someone is There
Somebody is in the house!  Is it your friend playing a prank, or is it more serious than that?  Do you know who is there?  Are you hiding from them? How afraid are you?  Don't give yourself away!

6.  Can't Talk
One of you literally can't utter a sound.  Maybe someone or something magical stole your voice, or maybe you've just caught a bad cold, but not a peep from you.  How's your sign-language? 

7.  Forced
One of you has been forced to be keep quiet, restrained either by threat or physical force.  Is this a game with someone, or is it more dangerous than that?  How will you get the other person's attention, or are they the one who forced you in the first place?

Comments

[soundsofdrums]

[He'd certainly get him back for this, yes. For now, he just reluctantly enjoyed what Handy was doing to him.]

[handy]

[Nails scrape lightly down his chest, hips pressing a bit harder against the Master's as his own need grows. He's still got a pair of jeans on, the denim tented and rubbing against the other man until finally he relinquishes that ear, his breath a little heavier than before.]

Just give in to me. [His voice is a bit deeper than usual, eyes fixed on the Master's.] Stop fighting and let me make you feel everything.

[soundsofdrums]

[It isn't characteristic of him to just give in. It's difficult for him to do so, even in a time like this, even when it's nothing but play. But...maybe for one night, he can just try a little. With some reluctance, he gives a nod.

That, and with the man asking in a voice like that, how could he resist?]

[handy]

[He didn't expect to get what he wanted out of the Master so quickly, and a brief smile crosses his lips, accompanied by a soft kiss on the cheek. The moment doesn't last long, and soon the metacrisis is back to digging his teeth and nails into annoyingly bruise-less skin, grinding hard against him.]

[soundsofdrums]

[He tries to tell him to get rid of those damn jeans, they're scraping against him annoyingly, but of course, he can't say a word. For now he just enjoys the better feeling of the man's teeth and nails.]

[handy]

[He can't stand the jeans much longer anyway, sitting up and wiggling out of them. He's not wearing anything underneath, as per usual.] Denim isn't terribly comfortable when I've got a bound and naked Master to tend to.

[soundsofdrums]

[Tend to, indeed. He watches him, taking a moment as always to just admire his naked body.]

[handy]

[He worded it like that just for you. He smiles slightly at the Master's obvious attention to him before slowly sliding a hand down the Master's body, tracing circles into his hips.]

It's interesting, isn't it? How fascinated we still are with each other's bodies. You're my pretty Master, of course I'm still intrigued by you, but it surprises me every time how much your eyes go to my cock.

[soundsofdrums]

[As if it's that surprising. He's spent all his life wanting the Doctor, so of course he'd keep staring at a body the same as his, especially particular parts like that.

That, and he just likes his damned cock, alright.

He shifts a bit, wanting to be touched elsewhere.]

[handy]

[He's merciless in his touches, fingers gliding and stroking everywhere around his cock without actually touching where the Master wants. He keeps eye contact, a smug smirk playing on his lips.] Ohh, there's something just so erotic at seeing such a powerful man reduced to this.

[soundsofdrums]

[He gives a slight glare. If he wanted, he could free himself, but....well. This was the game.]

[handy]

[He just keeps smirking, a fingertip finally tracing lightly over the Master's arousal. He watches him intently, a hungry look on his face.]

[soundsofdrums]

[He instinctively jerks up a little into the touch, hating the fact that his body was so damn impatient.]

[handy]

[His smirk widens, fingertip still dancing oh so lightly across him.] A little needy, Master dearest? Patience.

[soundsofdrums]

[Fuck your patience, he essentially wants to say.]

[handy]

Oh relax and just breathe. You'll get what you want. Maybe I'll take the gag out, hmm? [Slowly, one finger at a time, he takes the Master in hand.]

[soundsofdrums]

[He can't really buck up into his hand too much considering that his legs are tied as well, but it doesn't stop him from trying.]

[handy]

[He smiles, keeping his hand around him still as he leans forward to stroke back his hair.] Oh shhh calm down. Breathe, be patient. Godddd you're perfect like this.

[soundsofdrums]

[It was interesting, he thought to himself, how much that power seemed to affect the metacrisis. How much he seemed to enjoy it.]

[handy]

[Oh, John loved having control. It changed him, almost stabilized his constantly ragged nerves, made him less childlike and more dictatorial. Having the Master this in control was such a turn on, such a rush, and it was with pleasure that he started to stroke the other man, agonizingly slow and steady.]

[soundsofdrums]

[He made a small sound into the gag, liking the fact that he was finally getting to touching him, even if it was this damn slow and torturous.]

[handy]

Oh, alright. I suppose I'll be a bit nicer for now, hmm? [He picks up the pace, stroking him rough and fast.]

[soundsofdrums]

[Much, much better. He tilted his head back a little, moaning again.]

[handy]

[He smirked, still stroking him rough with every intention to bring him to the edge. He leaned in close, biting up his neck.]

[soundsofdrums]

[Kind of him. He wondered just what the man had in mind, if he intended on just getting him off like this.]