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TDM 003
| TDM 003: #BEACHBUMS |
I. BEACH  Welcome arrivals, new and old! The skies on Erku may be perpetually gray, but the weather has taken a sudden turn to summertime heat. Fortunately, soaring temperatures have chased away more of the strange fog that conceals so much of the island, unveiling a charming, sandy cove dotted here and there with rustic love shacks. These shabby little lean-tos are dusty and sparse, but they provide everything one (or two, wink wink) might need for a little relief from the sun. Just don’t wander too far... that fog has memory-loss properties. II. DRINKS  The 'bots are very apologetic about the whole fog incident, and they are trying to get on the new arrivals' good sides by giving out fancy drinks. Of course, they still haven't mastered the art of making things properly, so each drink has a little something... extra.
III. SNACKS  Lo! As you ask, the Augur shall provide. Thanks to the efforts of your organic predecessors in restoring the planet’s Eros energy, edible fishes and seaweeds have returned to the ponds and the shores of Erku. If you fancy yourself savvy to basic survival skills, why not fashion up a fishing rod and catch yourself dinner? Just be careful if you happen to hook one of the octopus creatures from the deeper waters - they can be quite forward with their tentacles! Or, if primitive angling isn’t in your repertoire, you can always trade some credits for a tasty catch from one of the food stalls along the coast. Most stalls are manned by 'bots, but there’s nothing stopping an enterprising arrival from setting up shop. No credits? No problem! The robots have also provided a bit of entertainment, and any volunteers to man the kissing booth, get dunked in the wet t-shirt dunk tank, or grill up some fish - among other opportunities - will find credits automatically loaded onto the payment app of their bracelet devices. The 'bots are recruiting especially hard for participants to work in the gloryhole tent! IV. SPARKLES  As dusk descends, the white sands of the beach suddenly come alive with glittering lights. It’s as if the darkened waters have carried a thousand shining stars from the depths of the sea to the shores of the cove. In actuality, each little twinkle is a bioluminescent plankton or jellyfish! Feel free to wade among them and admire their shine; even the sting of the jellies won’t hurt you... though they do pack a different punch. The tentacles of the jellyfish elicit a powerful aphrodisiac response, which gets the heart racing and the blood pumping for an intimate touch. The effects come on within a matter of minutes, and last for a few hours. Only time will relieve the symptoms, but a partner will help to make it more bearable. N A V I G A T I O N |
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kissing is a different animal. it's instinct, it's following a feeling. it's uncomplicated and a hell of a lot easier to get lost in. talking isn't his strong suit, but eventually folding and wanting to be close to someone? well, he's better at that than he should be, considering Peter is determined to not allow himself that kind of closeness.
there's no instruction on how much of a kiss this needs to be to make it worth Klavier's while, so might as well make sure it's enough of one to count. the groan sends a delightful shiver down his spine, the idea that he managed to cause that sort of reaction in someone else. someone polished, someone confident, someone unbelievably sexy. it kinda feels good, actually. hands in his hair sure doesn't hurt, either.
there's probably only so far Peter will let a kiss go, but... turns out, an open mouth isn't the limit. he leans a little closer and in a breathless murmur, he does respond to the hint of tongue by returning the kiss with an opened mouth invitation. entry granted, and then some, if the sound of approval is any indication. )
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klavier is simply enjoying the kiss for as long as peter would allow him, sinking his fingers further into his hair, drawing him as near as he can without the buffer of the stall between them. his own breath has taken on heat, a warmth curling in his lungs and stomach. peter murmurs, opens his mouth for his tongue, and the soft sound he offers him is irresistible. klavier's tongue pushes between his lips, finding peter's behind his teeth. it's messy and hot, and klavier's hand slides to hold peter's neck as he deepens it. his other hand is at peter's shoulder, though it comes down over his bicep, keeping him close.
there was no need to be shy, in his mind; peter seemed to have no intention of rejecting him for now, and klavier would keep testing to see how far peter would allow him to go. their breathless kissing ends with klavier this time, his tongue drawing back into his mouth to swallow, though he only draws back a short inch from peter's mouth. he murmurs himself: ]
I'd prefer it if we continue without the stall in our way, ja?
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Klavier tastes just about as good as he looks and he knows what he's doing with that clever tongue of his. not that Peter is surprised. he'd probably have been more surprised if the guy didn't know how to kiss — all talk and no game isn't impossible, granted, but it's just something about the easy confident energy. it just makes sense he's good at this, really really good at this, good enough that the roving of his tongue and the way his demanding touch pulls closer that a guy could almost forget there's an imposing wooden stand in the way.
almost. because yeah, it is an annoying barrier between them, not that it remotely stopped them from accomplishing a kiss that surely would satisfy any robot overlord. Peter is mildly dazed and the fact Klavier didn't pull back particularly far makes it hard not to just stare at his mouth and not really pay much attention to the words. ) Yeah, ( he agrees, without actually comprehending the agreement — Klavier can tell, because the suggestion clicks slowly and once Peter Gets It he swallows heavily, but doesn't exactly take back the agreement.
maybe he should, but surely a little makeout never hurt anybody. and, god, he doesn't want to stop. maybe a little lapse in his determined distance to get some satisfaction means he can go back to being detached and he won't miss how good it feels. maybe, maybe, maybe. probably not, but look, thinking that logically and clearly? not gonna happen right now. thinking about necking with a hot blonde guy? well that kinda thinking is prevalent, and easy. the only problem is, ) Where? Like... here? ( both of them behind the stall? both of them in front of the stall? with... all these people around? probably wouldn't be that weird in the nameless city, all things considered... but that kind of overt exhibitionism might be something Peter needs to work up to. they were definitely already pushing the acceptable limits of PDA as it was. )
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klavier laughs softly and shakes his head. ]
Not here. The booth can wait.
[ he's not saying it, but he won't stay here for peter's sake. he reaches for his jacket and quickly turns around the post of the stall, reaching for peter's wrist as he walks them away from the booth. close behind the row of stalls, the lean-tos provided by the robots offer privacy just well enough; if peter needs to protest, he can do so, but klavier is otherwise leading them inside of one of them. it's bare beside a cot and a chair, but he doesn't lead them too deep within it. he doesn't want to give peter the wrong impression. ]
Here. [ he lays his jacket over the nearby chair—filthy, but he can worry about that later. ] You want some privacy, ja?
SORRY FOR MY SLOW
easily done, when Klavier takes the initiative to lead them elsewhere. not far enough for Peter to get into his own head (fortunately? unfortunately? jury is out). just far enough to not be in the open eyeline of everyone wandering around the beach. it is a bit of a relief, actually, and Peter hadn't exactly articulated or even really known that he wanted privacy until they had some.
which is at least a little intimidating, because they're back to the uncertainty of what happens next. where he has too much room to say something weird, because he always says something weird. so Peter just opts not to say anything, at least not before he snakes a hand behind Klavier's neck to draw him close and kiss him again. it seems to bolster his confidence again, just to remind himself that oh yeah, is this guy a great kisser, and ducking somewhere quieter to do it more is the best idea he's had in a long time. and definitely, kissing him is way better without the stand in the way. )
You're really good at this, ( Peter mumbles breathlessly, and whether he means kissing or just being very convincing, hard to say. maybe both? honestly, both. Klavier is both. )
IT'S OK if you need to we can handwave! but please take your time
at least the lean-to offers them privacy enough, and his guilt aside, peter seems to be emboldened by it, as klavier had surmised. klavier relaxes under the weight of peter's hand at his neck, all other movements subsiding, and he follows its insistent push down to meet peter's mouth with his. klavier is a good kisser, but this stranger is impressive on his own, despite the lack of experience that's sometimes evident. he can work with this—not only because he craves the attention, like always, but for the sake of this handsome, younger man who seems to want more than he takes.
this island is still strange and new to him, and he's convinced that it can't be entirely real. a helicopter or plane or a search party of some kind will come to their rescue soon enough, and this place would be no more than a lawsuit to him. but he can indulge in this, even if it plays into the hands of the premise he's been thrown into. he would do it for peter, who seems as real as anything as his hand comes to his cheek and the other to his back, drawing him in almost flush against his chest, further than the booth had allowed. he's not an expert, but peter's kiss floods him with a quiet heat, burning from the pit of his stomach and spreading through his limbs. making out is enough, unless peter consents to more.
their kiss ends with klavier smiling, still close enough to feel their heated breath between their lips. ]
Thank you. And so are you. [ he runs his thumb over his cheekbone, turning his head to press a kiss to his jaw, down to the side of his neck, slow and hot.
he murmurs to his skin:] But you're not used to this, are you?
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hell, his Responsibility™ is exactly why he thinks he's not allowed to be close to people. as if he could just turn off desire, turn off wanting to be close to others, just stop wanting to be intimate if he avoided it long enough. granted, the traumatic death of another loved one had convinced him that it wasn't safe for him to have anyone close.
it still isn't. dating, yeah, not going to happen. but after a few months here, it's hard not to loosen the restrictions he puts on himself. emotional entanglements are nonnegotiable. physical ones, though, when the entire city is pushing people together constantly... well, maybe he can fold occasionally, when the temptation is especially great.
the temptation is overwhelming, at this point. especially when he gets a compliment he was certainly not anticipating in his breathless proclamation. Peter chews at his lower lip, pleased despite himself. look, he wasn't fishing for a compliment, but the fact he doesn't dispute it means he takes it. ) I, uh. With another guy? Not really. There was one time, spin the bottle? He punched me after. Gay panic I think. ( he's talking too much. for sure. he swallows, heavily, at the lips trailing down his neck. ) But I've had a girlfriend.
( most of his experience is with girls, actually. both in and out of the nameless city. he doesn't seem that hesitant about the opportunity to experiment with a guy, though — Peter has never had qualms about being attracted to other guys. some things translate well. kissing a guy isn't incredibly different from how he'd kiss a girl. the experience is different, though — Klavier's lips aren't as sweet, the trail of skin on skin leaving a delightful burn. different, but certainly just as good. )
Can I... ( he asks but doesn't really wait for an answer, letting palms find the skin Klavier just had to leave visible with that shirt he only halfheartedly buttoned. it's not a particularly directed touch, even as his hands drop lower and over fabric again, he's just enjoying the fact he can. )
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thankfully for peter (and klavier), he decided to approach the booth regardless. he might be flooding klavier with accolades about his kissing or his looks, and while they're obviously appreciated, it would be different if peter was entirely unwilling or disinterested. he needed the opportunity to experiment. klavier felt him cautiously unearthing that curiosity and eagerness in his kisses. if this was his first real chance being with a man, hopefully he's made to feel safer than before.
because it can be slightly different than being with a woman, if most of your partners adhere to gender stereotypes, and depending on your preferences. his hands slip to peter's back, one hand slipping beneath the back of his shirt and pressing to the bend of his spine. klavier's mouth creeps beneath peter's collar, biting softly at the base of his neck, and he gently curves his back to open his chest to peter's hands. he's got muscles, unfortunately. he leans back to see his face, offering that debonair smile. ]
'Can you,' what? [ he searches his face, contemplating kissing him again but deciding against it for now. ] This is your first opportunity with a man. Nein? Tell me what you would like to do. Or...
[ he presses a slow kiss to his jaw, murmuring to his skin. ]
I can do what I would like to do, and you can stop me any time you're uncomfortable.
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the whole idea was he'd just stop being close to other people. seemed easy, straight after Gwen died. still seemed reasonable for his first month or so in the nameless city. but it turns out one lapse makes it a lot harder to resist, especially when Peter doesn't really want to be distant anyway. it still feels a little wrong, but not quite enough to dispel all the ways it feels right. )
Touch you, ( Peter finishes, lamely, even if that's what he's already doing. he lacks Klavier's confidence, but given the opportunity, maybe he can voice it. not that Klavier makes it easy, because it's hard to think straight when he smiles at him like that. is it possible for a human being to melt, from sheer handsomeness alone? Peter feels like it isn't, otherwise he would have.
his fingers pick idly at Klavier's belt, just a breath, before slipping behind his back, breath getting short at the lips that travel from his mouth. or maybe the idea that Klavier wants to do something to him that leaves the oxygen thin in the room. )
Okay, ( Peter murmurs, nodding only enough for someone as close as Klavier is to really notice. ) Do what you want to do. That's what I want. ( it's not that he doesn't have ideas, but... honestly? he's more interested in whatever Klavier's thinking than the harried, desperate thoughts in his head. )
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still having not grasped the gravity of the situation, klavier can at least live in the moment and not dwell on any of those questions. peter says he wants to touch him and touches his belt, and klavier feels a hot swell of pride and want in the pit of his stomach.
he draws away from his jaw, watching the hazy look in peter's eyes as he replies. he smiles again, sliding both hands beneath peter's shirt, his warm and calloused fingers splayed over his sides. ]
Touch me then. Don't be shy. [ he kisses peter softly, not allowing it to deepen past a tiny plant of his lips, like a little tease. ] I will do what I want in turn. And I can want quite a bit...
[ more than anything, klavier wants to envelop himself in the feeling of being wanted, like dropping into a spring; as with anyone he sleeps with, he wants to be wanted more than the other person can bear to hide. peter would be no different.
he walks them backward toward the nearby cot, just enough to press peter back against its railing, squeaking gently against the pressure. he kisses peter deeply, his head tilting and tongue pushing past his lips. both of his hands draw back to take the hem of peter's shirt, creeping it up beneath his arms, waiting to peel it off entirely. his thigh pushes gently between his legs, but not enough to be invasive or forceful—only a pressure that peter can push or press against, to give klavier a sign that this is what he wants. ]
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