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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE
| 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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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What he isn't remotely sorry about is being so impatient about getting this. The slide of cock over his tongue is everything Abel had been hoping for, and has him moaning deep in his throat just as McCree pushes up to where it's just on the edge of uncomfortable for Abel. It doesn't tip over into anything he doesn't want, nothing Abel isn't actively chasing after, and he bobs encouragingly, eyes shut in his focus. ]
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he lets loose a low groan, already feeling the heat low in his stomach. he rocks his hips forward in a few shallow thrusts, testing abel as he starts to fuck his mouth. ]
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The hurtful words Praxis had said not two days before — what were you thinking, hooking up on your first night together — briefly occur to Abel, but he knows that what's happening now isn't some ploy to get anything out of him other than exactly what he's willing to give. Even as power is shifted away from him, Abel is thrilled to be exactly where he's put himself, certain of the way that it's on his terms. ]