TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Arrival This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. Feel the friendship! Recent arrivals and visitors to the beach may notice a sudden influx of hundreds of bright red crustaceans crawling (and coupling) across the sand. It's crab mating season, as it turns out, it's a regular invasion! To keep the beach a pleasant place to gather for the island's inhabitants, the robots are offering credits to especially enterprising crab-catchers. Grab a bucket and get to work! Be sure to watch out for their pinch, mind you. Their little claws are tiny, but that doesn’t mean they don’t hurt. Surprisingly, there is another effect that even the robots don't anticipate: islanders who are pinched by the crabs find themselves feeling instantly buddy-buddy with the next person they spot. Did you just become best friends?! Get pinched one too many times, however, and those feelings may sour into a crabby mood, indeed. If you are feeling particularly vengeful (or just hungry), the little crabs do make for delicious gumbo. Once cooked, they have no side effects whatsoever. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. Phallus Phestival Although the Augur is offline and supplies are scarce, the robots of Erku are still eager to make their run-down little island a welcoming place for the new arrivals. To that end, they have arranged a three day festival to boost morale and promote the generation of plenty of Eros energy to assist in the restoration of the damaged and decayed parts of the city. The robots claim that this celebration was once a cornerstone of the long-lost civilization of the island. By the dawn of the first day, every island resident will find at their doorstep (or tent flap, mobile suit, etc) the traditional costume of the ancient islanders to wear to the festival. It appears to be... a giant sheet? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the sometimes garish colors and patterns of the fabric, but at least the robots have uploaded instructions on how to wear it to your bracelet device. Attendees will find food (mostly crab-flavored), confections, and household necessities in rather suggestive shapes, as well as goods you might find handy to complete your A5 squares: sex toys, pervertibles, sexy maid outfits, and the like. While islanders are welcome to set up shop on the festival grounds and sell (or charge) whatever they like, all items from the robots are offered up for free to those who wear their traditional island garb! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. Fireside Adventures Each night of the festival is wrapped up in style with an enormous bonfire on the beach, where drinks, fruity cocktails, and lively music appropriate for dancing is all provided at no cost by the robots. Even if you’re not usually much of a dancer, the longer you stand by the fire and allow it to warm your limbs, the more you feel like moving! Not only that, but everyone is looking quite beautiful by the firelight, are they not? If you’ve grown tired - or if dancing just isn’t your thing - you might prefer to sit back and swap stories on one of the many driftwood log benches the robots have prepared for seating. Or, maybe you’d prefer to rough it for the night in one of the beachside canvas tents. Better claim one quick, though, or be prepared to share… there’s only one sleeping bag! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[brambler]

[ at the very least, he's picked someone who doesn't intend to hurt him. well, not unless he asks for it.

focused on pulling over abel, he misses him trip, but it's saved with the softness of the bed. mccree moves onto the bed as well, pressing his mouth against abel's again. he nips at his bottom lip gently, not enough to open old wounds.

his hands aren't still, instead reaching down to start unwinding his toga, pulling back fabric like he's unwrapping a present he's particularly excited for. once he's done, he pulls back to look over abel hungrily, with a smirk before he leans down to press an open mouthed kiss to his neck, beard tickling the skin there. ]

[navigating]

[ Undressing like this is, wow, so much less effort than anything he'd undergone before. He did keep his underwear on beneath, figuring no one would be any the wiser, and it poses a pretty picture with the way he's hard enough to strain against the pale grey fabric.

The nip alights his nerves, far too gentle to be comparable to the time he'd been scarred. It leaves him with goosebumps tickling his forearms all the way up to the back of his neck and just barely into his hairline, making him just that more sensitive to the press of mouth there, the scrape of McCree's beard. ]

Tell me...

[ Catches himself with a gasp, fingers scrambling to undo the tie of the toga at McCree's shoulder. ]

Tell me what I can do for you, what would be good.

[ He's only ever had one partner before this, and while he's grown comfortable with Cain's needs, he's feeling like he's fumbling in shallow water, a little at a loss of how to approach this stranger's needs without some guidance. ]

[brambler]

[ he does paint a pretty picture, pale skin and straining against his underwear. mccree hums against his neck when he feels abel speak as he's undoing the knot on his toga. once he gets it open, it falls apart fairly easily, exposing tanned skin and the hair on his chest - and it is evident that mccree did not wear underwear with his. the notable thing about his cock is that it's thick, even only half hard like it is now, and that he doesn't believe in manscaping, considering the thick thatch of hair at the base of it.

the question about what abel can do for him is one that does get him thinking, because while he's easy that won't help him here. so he presses another kiss to his collarbone, but pulls back a little, reaching his human hand up to press at his bottom lip. ]

How do you feel about sucking me off?

[ he gives him the space to turn it down, but it's not a surprise that's his first question, when abel put on such an impressive show to begin with. as he asks it, he lowers his other hand to cup abel through his underwear, squeezing him. ]

[navigating]

[ As the toga falls, he looks down the line of the tanned body with hungry appreciation, attention zeroing in on his cock as Abel realises it's exposed. He looks good, aside from that, the body hair a stark contrast to the fine wisps Abel can barely manage to grow on himself. ]

Oh, I want to.

[ Breaths out the admission, as unsurprising as it may come. He bucks into McCree's hand, reacting noisily to the touch before he presses forward and muffles himself by sucking down the finger pressed to his lip. He presses his teeth gently to the knuckle nearest the palm, encouraging it to stay right where he's put it as he lavishes attention with his tongue along the length as a prelude to what McCree's asked for. ]

[brambler]

[ yeah, that's a gaze that mccree is familiar with; the desire to get fucked throwing out all real sensible thought. he's been the one in that position, more than once; he's been the one on the receiving end of it too, and will tonight.

the least he can do is make it good for abel, who tries very hard to undo this immediately by the way he moans and then sucks down that finger, in a lewd imitation of what he's probably going to do to his dick. mccree's eyes widen a bit, pupils blowing out a little bit more when it feels like every tease is going straight to his dick.

mccree curses under his breath, his metal hand reaching up to tug on abel's underwear, yanking it down rather gracelessly. once it's off abel he reaches down - thankfully the weather is warm and that means his hand isn't cold - to cup him again, heel pressing his cock gently against his abdomen while his fingers cup his balls, teasing them. ]

[navigating]

[ As if this isn't what makes it good for Abel, watching the way McCree reacts to the way he lavishes attention to him. His eyes are half-lidded, meeting the other's gaze before he flicks his attention downward to see how else Abel's affecting him.

He takes hold of the flesh hand by the palm and presses him just that much closer, his throat tightening in protest as he troubles himself with the fingertip he's pushing further. It's a bit of a struggle for him to fight gagging, wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes from the physiological reaction, until he fights his way through it and swallows a few times, trying to clear the drool he feels gathering.

The hand cupping him is unlike anything he's ever felt before, and he moans loudly in surprise of the sensation, breath coming hard through his nose. It's still a little cool, and firmer than anything he's used to, and he cant help but buck against it. The hold on McCree's palm tightens, relaying how hard he's fighting the urge to drop focus with his mouth and lose himself to the touch. ]

[brambler]

[ mccree already wanted that mouth on his cock but now he really wants abel down there, given how eager he is to show off his ability to take it.

he lets out a little groan regardless, rocking that metal hand a little bit to let abel buck up into it before he moves to tug his human one away, letting the pad of his finger drag along abel's tongue as he pulls out.

and then he's moving back a little, giving abel space to sit next to him or between his legs as he smirks at him, having pulled that metal hand away, and crooks one of its fingers at him.. ]

C'mere.

[navigating]

[ With some reluctance, he lets the hand move back, releasing the hold on his palm, but not before sucking hard at the fingertip just before it pulls free of him.

He tries to catch his breath, shucking off his underwear and flinging it to the floor unceremoniously as he does. Abel can't help the temptation stroke himself for some brief relief, more intended to ease off the frustration at losing the touch than out of a want to show off, though he's acutely aware of the way he's being watched as he does.

Taking in the appearance of McCree, Abel appreciates that he can see all of him at this distance, but he doesn't want to stay this far for long. He knee-crawls over between his legs, leaning to stroke down his ribs and to his hip, giving him a little support as he bends over the other man. ]

[brambler]

[ he doesn't make abel move faster, watching him get rid of his underwear and gently stroke himself. he looks good like this - arousal raising a flush on abel's skin, long fingers curled around himself.

he smiles when abel comes over. he doesn't grab at him or force him anywhere, but his cock is almost fully hard by this point. what he does do, though, is reach his hand up to brush it through abel's hair, then traces it down the curve of his neck and over a shoulder, then lean in to press a kiss to his back. ]

[navigating]

[ McCree doesn't need any kind of extra push to encourage Abel into what he wants of him. With little to-do, Abel moves forward to kiss down his abdomen, eyes set on the prize just below.

He leans into the touch to his head, curling his shoulders not too unlike the way a friendly cat arches into a pet. That's about where that analogy ends, however, because Abel next keeps his mouth moving down to the base of McCree's cock. He drags his mouth along it to the tip, savoring the taste and feel of it from this alone.

Given all he's already shown, Abel isn't much feeling like dragging this out. It's with little more ceremony that he moves a hand to steady his hardness from the base, the other still resting at his hip and drawing idle designs into the skin there, holding it as he sinks down as far as he can in one go. He gets past the halfway point without struggle, but this is an unfamiliar shape to him and Abel struggles to adjust on such short notice. ]

[brambler]

[ mccree tips back his head with a groan when abel takes his cock as far as he can in one go. his metal hand is the one on abel's back, and he gently, to continue the cat comparison, pets his back, running fingers up and down his spine as if telling him to take it easy.

without actually requesting it of him. he's been there, and being told to slow down always made him speed up, determined. and he can feel the determination in the young man.

he shifts his head to look down, at the way abel's lips are stretched around his cock, and he gives a low hiss. he's fully hard without question now and he reaches down to brush his human hand over the curve of abel's cheek. ]

[navigating]

[ He holds himself there for a moment, moaning as he appreciates the feel of it against his tongue, how much he's got to hold himself open to fit him. With this alone, Abel knows his jaw will be sore before long, but that's not a deterrent for him, not by a long shot.

The touch to his back does it's best to remind him to pace himself, but Abel has never been great at listening to anyone who he doesn't have to due to chain of command. Abel pushes just that much further before pulling off abruptly with a cough he can't help. His face is deeply flushed, dampness clinging to his eyelashes after the cough, but he turns his head to offer a soft kiss to the fingers within reach in reassurance that he's alright.

As if the reassurance is much needed, given how he strokes McCree once before going straight back to it. He holds himself a little differently this time, finding a better angle to make it easier to sink down to where he's still got a hold around McCree's cock, humming with satisfaction as he manages it. ]

[brambler]

[ mccree can't help but chuckle a little when abel pulls back; yeah, that was him not too long ago. he doesn't know this kid from adam, but at least in sex they seem to share some similarities.

it makes it easy to know where he should guide and where he shouldn't. he pulls his hand away when abel goes back down. and this time he goes all the way, making mccree groan loudly and knock his head back against the wall with a soft thump. ]

Goddamn, you're good at that, sweetheart.

[ he fights not to push his hips up, his metal hand coming to rest between those shoulder blades as he drops his human one to the bedsheets, gripping them tightly. the muscles of his thighs stand out in stark relief as he keeps from thrusting up, cock twitching in abel's mouth. ]

[navigating]

[ He's kept his eyes pinched closed in concentration thus far, but the sound of McCree hitting the wall has him glancing up. The corners of his eyes crinkle with obvious mirth, humming with content and because he knows how that will carry with the other pressed deep like this. Between the reaction and words, he feels warm all over, encouraged into continuing even with his initial hiccup.

Abel pulls off and takes a deep breath, a slight rasp to his voice already apparent after his efforts. ]

Keep talking.

[ That's all he has to say before he goes back to it, lavishing attention to the head before sucking him down again. He bobs on the length of his cock a few times, trying to find a slow but steady rhythm that suits his efforts to take him just that much deeper the longer he does it. ]

[brambler]

[ he does give a loud groan when abel hums, along with a protesting huff of air when he pulls back. it's hard to turn down an earnest request like that, and mccree wouldn't dream of it anyways.

he keeps his hand on abel's back, metal hand warming up more against his skin as abel takes him down, bobbing his head on his cock. mccree lets out another hearty groan.

he also, as requested, keeps talking... and it turns into a litany of filth, tinged with a southern drawl. ]

Look at that, beautiful, takin' my dick so well... You're hungry for it, aren't you. Gonna try to get me to come like this, or do you want me to fuck you later?

[navigating]

[ There's no good way for him to answer that without coming back up, and that in itself in a real problem, because he doesn't want to now that he's gotten into it. He's impossibly hard at the thought of something this thick being inside of him, nearly dripping onto the bed below even without having been touched for some time, now.

Abel digs his fingers into the hip he's still got a hold as he debates what course to take. Still undecided, he uses the same hold he's got there to try and encourage the hips to come up and meet his mouth, when finally, finally, he feels the hairs at the base tickle his nose, and strains to move his tongue around all that's pressing it down. He can't hold there for long, nearly gagging himself again, and he fights the hand at his shoulders as he comes up back onto his knees, still panting as he asks—]

Do you think you could go twice, or do... do I have to choose?

[ He's feeling greedy and doesn't really want to pick between the two, if he doesn't have to. ]

[brambler]

[ normally, mccree'd break his heart. he's definitely old enough, lived a hard enough life that he knows he probably won't get it back up again. but he's feeling inspired....

or, more than likely, the vegetables they had to deep throat had a little something extra in them, since he can feel that burn low in his stomach that means he's been dosed with something fun - although he knows that he chose to take abel up on this of his own will, considering how fast they got into it.

so, he leans forward, metal hand cupping abel's chin, pressing a kiss to abel's mouth, licking the taste of himself off his lips. ]

Shit, I'd go all night for you.

[ or at the very least, twice, in this case. ]

[navigating]

[ Remarkably, Abel had not yet once encountered any kind of aphro before tonight — nor had anyone warned him of it, so he doesn't know how to identify it like McCree does. He's chalking it up to feeling extra heated by the circumstances, which isn't a far cry from the truth anyhow. ]

Oh, good.

[ Careful, saying something like that might make him hopeful to get more than he'd even asked for. As it is, Abel grins earnestly and lunges forward for a deeper kiss, aware that he's a bit of a mess but getting the impression that McCree won't mind. Just as soon as he's gotten into it, he pulls back, just barely far enough to resist the temptation to go in again, though he'd have to put himself back into space before his self control would come back completely at this point. ] I think, ah...

I don't know if I could do it... But. I want to try having you move. [ Reaches back down to McCree's hips to aid in understanding, which is likely unnecessary since he can't seem to stop running his mouth even when this would normally fluster him well close to death. ] That is, I want you to fuck my mouth too.

[brambler]

[ no, he doesn't mind that abel is a bit of a mess. it's not like he is really suited to pass judgement when he's been in the same position. he just happens to be on the receiving end, and he shifts his metal hand to brush through abel's hair gently when he draws back.

that bold request, though, has him exhaling sharply, his eyes darkening at the thought. abel's already pretty enough and getting to fuck his mouth just makes jesse's blood pump harder. ]

There's a first time for everythin', right? [ he teases gently, the throb of his cock belying how much he likes the idea. ] I won't hold you in place.

[ that is, he'll leave abel with the ability to pull back if it gets to be too much. ]

[navigating]

[ Now that McCree's brought up the subject of holding him down, Abel very much wonders what that would be like. He leans into the touch through his hair, imagination running wild as he considers the hold on him that thing could get, and speaks without thinking: ]

Well. If you do, I can always tap out if I need to...

[ Through half-lidded eyes Abel is eating up everything he can see of McCree, from the blown out pupils to the way his chest shifts as he huffs, down to the twitch of his cock at the suggestion. He himself is so hard it's bordering on painful to keep ignoring it, but he nevertheless reaches for McCree's cock again instead, wanting to feel the throb of it against his palm as he waits for the chance to get it back on his tongue. He knows they'll need to move again to make their conversation a reality but he's not the one taking initiative on that yet. ]

Let me know which way you want me.

[brambler]

Well, if you want me to...

[ he gives a short, sharp exhale again at abel's hand around his cock, glancing over the bed, over the expression on abel's face and the eagerness he can see there. ]

If you lay back, I can kneel over you.

[ and fuck his mouth without having to actually hold him in place. ]

[navigating]

Oh, I'd like that.

[ Abel gives one last stroke to McCree before releasing him, briefly rubbing his knuckles over his abs both in apology of having to stop to move and because he just wanted to appreciate the muscles there. They're very nice, but he's only a little sorry he'd spent so focus on McCree's cock instead of taking due time to worship the rest of him.

He checks over his shoulder to make sure there's room before rolling back to where he'd been pointed to, not wanting to overshoot and flop gracelessly off the bed. The precaution pays off, and he settles into the comfortable bedding before crooking a finger at McCree, beckoning him over. ]

[brambler]

[ mccree grins at abel's eagerness, and lets him have the space to roll back, enjoying the touch of his hand over his abs. if the other man likes them so much, he's glad he'll get more of a chance to appreciate them now.

once he's settled and beckoning him over, mccree comes forward, grin still in place. he arranges himself over abel's chest, which gives abel plenty of space to lean up for his cock and him plenty of room to rock down.

he tests the wall with his hand just to make sure - it doesn't give, good - and then taps abel's forehead. ]

Pinchin'll be the sign you need me to back off, all right?

[ he waits for abel to acknowledge that before he shifts, taking hold of his cock with one hand to tease the head against abel's bottom lip. ]

[navigating]

[ The weight of McCree settling over him is welcome, and Abel situates his hands back on him, feeling where he couldn't get to as easily before when the other had been seated, squeezing greedily at his thighs and ass.

His eyes falls to to the cock so near him, so focused on it and the promise of what to come that the tap to his head comes unexpected has him flinching back. Abel looks back up at McCree, giving a mmhmm to show he understands even as he pushes forward to meet the cock at his lips.

He spends little time letting it rest there, opening up and taking McCree in more shallowly than he had before, in order to leave room for him to feed Abel the rest himself. ]

[brambler]

[ eager, a little reckless. mccree's not even sure he really heard him, but he remembers being what he reckons is the young man's age and what he was like. so, he doesn't insist upon it just yet.

instead he gives a gentle groan when abel teases his mouth against the head of his cock, clearly hungry for it, and after a moment he braces his hand on the wall and pushes in. like this he can see abel's lips spread around him much better, the curve of his cheek as he takes him in.

he pushes until he meets resistance, only backing off a little before he goes forward again. ]