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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 |
yes abel is very pls'd
Back on the base he'd called home, Abel could have gotten in trouble for any PDA that wasn't behind closed doors, and honestly wouldn't have wanted a single person on the ship knowing his business like this anyway. But here, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, and though there's a part of him that knows he might be seen, that part also finds it just a touch more exciting for that very reason.
Blindly, Abel puts his own zucchini aside, settling it down on the vendors table instead of letting it fall to the dirt below, more by luck than anything else. It frees him up to be able to grab the front of the checkered toga and get just that much more leverage for the kiss ass he eagerly meets it. ]
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he's hauled in closer and he's glad he followed the instructions on how to set this up, otherwise he would have been naked for all to see, honestly. he cares far less about his treat, dropping it behind him so he can wrap his other arm around abel, pressing his tongue deep into his mouth to take control of the kiss messily.
and, bringing abel in close to him, it's obvious he was just as interested by that show, given the burgeoning erection pressing against abel's stomach. ]
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Abel presses his own interest forward, rubbing just beneath where the belt sits across McCree's hips.
He lets out a soft whine into the kiss, not letting up the control of it so easily, trying to relay through his stubbornness that he's no pushover for all he's easy to fluster. After a moments time he figures his point made and relents in self-interest of wanting to pass over the reigns, the fingers previously bringing the phallic vegetable towards him making their way instead to run through the hair he'd seen pushed tantalisingly back not minutes ago. He finds a thick handful near the back and holds on, nearly knocking the hat from McCree's head in the process. ]
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so, after a second he breaks the kiss abruptly. mccree's hands slide down abel's body. one stays at the small of his back while the other goes under his knees, and he bodily lifts abel in a bridal-style carry, giving him a roguish grin. ]
Any objections to takin' this display somewhere a little more private?
[ hold onto that hat for him, will you, abel? ]
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He lets go and catches the hat when that finally sends it off, transferring it onto his lap where it can sit squished between their two bodies, before he soothes a touch over the spot he pulled on, fingernails light against his scalp in apology. ]
Lead the way.
[ Since he doesn't have to focus on wherever they're headed, h's gonna busy himself kissing his way up McCree's neck, teeth scraping skin before he sucks lightly on the spot below his ear. ]
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As you wish.
[ he starts carrying abel over to one of the huts that survived the attack earlier in the month, giving a little pleased groan when abel lavishes attention his neck.
the inside of the hut, when he nudges it open, is actually nice. the wood making it is old, but the bed in the middle, liberally lined with pillows (and recently cleaned, if the fading smell of bleach is any indication) looks quite inviting. and of course, the standard fare of supplies is on the bedside table.
mccree's never been so happy this place is so sex obsessed, because he had no where to carry lube on his body. instead, he sets abel back down on his feet, plucking his hat and gun belt off and setting them aside.
then it's back to yanking abel into his arm, leading them towards that bed. ]
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The lighting changes, noticed even with his eyes closed, and he finally looks up from where he's been laving attention to whatever skin he could find, to see they've made their way into a room of some sort.
He's momentarily unsteady on his feet, and by the time he's focused on standing he's being dragged over towards the bed. Miraculously, he manages not to stumble too terribly, and what little he does trip up is recovered by the bed being there. He falls onto it with little grace, but quickly scrambles to his knees to try and get back to fitting his mouth to McCree's own. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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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