TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

[erkumods]

TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface 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. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. STARGAZER On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars. The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view. "Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!" It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of. Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you. You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!) ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting? "You'll do." "5/10." "Acceptable." "Sloppy Seconds." Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive. "Be mine." "Nicest ass." "Swell bulge." "They're good lays, Bront." Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant. Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. Eat Or Dare The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans. "Take a dive." "Lick me." "Get handsy." The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious! Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[thelyss]

The way that Vax draws back in to nuzzle close, magnetic and inescapable, is...sweet. Intimate in a way Essek can't quite quantify. Held so close, face buried against his neck and lying tucked in the cradle of his arm like they've been lovers for years rather than minutes. The rapid attachment is disorienting...but not...bad, by any means.

At least, he can hope not. So far removed from Exandria, what could Vax do to him here that would matter?

Essek obliges the kiss, tongue sliding past eager lips to plunder slowly as his hand explores only by touch. His other arm curls around to tangle lightly in mussed dark hair, scritching appreciatively at his scalp and occasionally brushing an ear.

"I'm not stopping until you come for me." Lips hover over lips, noses brushing. His grip tightens just enough to be firm now, sliding insistently along the shaft in a steady rhythm. "Vax'ildan."

[vaax]

the truth of that question is, nothing. vax'ildan couldn't return to exandria if he tried, and he's not even sure how he made it out of the raven queen's grasp to wind up here. he can't hear her anymore, he can't feel her presence. she can't be happy about that. the moment he's set free, he's sure his body will turn to ash again, as it was supposed to.

but that's far from here, far from now, where his mind is empty save for the fireworks of pleasure that shoot up his spine and keep him rooted firmly in essek's arms. he tilts his head down with a low moan, resting his forehead against essek's shoulder while his hips rock into those thin fingers.

"like that," he reassures, dark eyes looking up at him through his eyelashes. "yeah, it's perfect-- essek, fuck, th- oh--"

[thelyss]

The soft, helpless little murmurs are particularly gratifying. Essek leans his head against Vax's, nestled in the slope of neck and shoulder. The hand wound in raven hair tightens a little, just enough for a pleasurable pull. It'll need to be combed out again later, the braids he'd wound not even two hours ago already fraying and messy. Hearing the ragged, aroused pace of his breath, the twitches of pleasure from that lean, lovely body pressed close, the swell of the cock in his hand is all so terribly heady.

On a whim he detours from his current task, hand unwinding to slide lower. Fingertips carefully, curiously explore the shape of Vax's balls. Essek cups them gently in his palm, murmurs soft words of approval when the half elf shivers with pleasure. He can't resist stroking at the soft, thin skin underneath, seeking areas of particular sensitivity.

[vaax]

there's a pull to his hair and vax gasps against his skin, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through him again and again. each stroke feels like fire, licking at his most sensitive parts, but then essek stops, and he feels his brain scramble even further.

vax gasps, arching his hips up and trying to reach any more kind of friction, but essek is two steps ahead, reaching those precise fingers down, further, underneath his balls. he's so close to finding vax's sweet spot that he reaches down to hold his hand, pressing essek's fingers into the space between his hole and his balls up, up, against his spot.

"right there, essek--"

he doesn't release essek's hand, pushing down on his fingers, using him to pleasure himself. he can feel that heat in his hips bubbling, boiling over, and he knows his orgasm is close if he keeps this up.

[thelyss]

The instruction of precisely where to touch elicits a warm chuckle rumbling from his chest. Essek lets Vax guide him, gaze alternating between their hands joined between his legs and his lovely face, brows knit upward in pleasure, lips slick.

"Like this, mm?" He asks, pressing firmly at that spot, that tight stretch of skin and massaging intently. The hand in Vax's hair carefully pulls, guiding his head back to tilt those lips upward. Essek leans in just a little, swiping his tongue over the lower one.

"Will you be good and come for me, just like this?"

[vaax]

vax has lost a semblance of politeness and formality, using essek's hand like a toy as a means to his own end. he pushes his fingers against his spot again and again, massaging the skin harder, harder still, until--

"essehh-- ah-!"

vax arches, sitting up off of the bed for a moment as his orgasm hits him like a wave. stuttered moans strangle and choke until they stop, the pleasure too overwhelming for him to make a single sound for a moment. come shoots from his cock in thick white ribbons, splattering into wet spots across the sheets. three waves come and four aftershocks, making himself into a proper mess.

once the pleasure begins to subside, the haze sets in, like a thick fog over a sunrise breaking through. light passes into his thoughts, slowly, clarity returning, and only then does he free essek's hand. there's a note of surprise in his expression, like he's shocked that he's still there. but it fades as quickly as it had come. vax rests back against his side, tucking a bashful face against essek's neck.

"thanks. for that."

[thelyss]

The eagerness is amusing, even a little endearing, particularly when Vax seems to momentarily forget Essek is even there at all. When he pulls away on the cusp of his orgasm, it affords a wonderful view of the actual event. Dark brows knit upwards in pleasure, lips parted in wordless bliss. It's an incredibly pleasing sight, even as he feels warm, sticky ejaculate spatter onto his skin.

"My pleasure," he muses in response. Essek allows the spent half-elf a few moments of warmth curled up at his side before leaving a brush of lips on his forehead and shifting away. He doesn't go far, reaching for a towel and sliding gracefully from the bed toward the washroom off to the side. A moment later he returns, the cloth wet but warm, and perfunctorily begins cleaning the mess from Vax's skin.

[vaax]

vax hates to see him go, but it gives him an opportunity to observe as he leaves, brown eyes sweeping over the drow's beautiful thin form as he leaves.

bed empty, vax has a moment to himself, and in that moment, he just... thinks, for a moment. he thinks about essek, and that wonderful orgasm. he thinks about essek coming down his throat. he thinks about how essek, despite living nearby, is... likely only interested in him for reasons like this. and you know? he's alright with that. vax doesn't need anyone anymore, he made his peace with that.

before he can contemplate further, essek returns, and vax welcomes him back into the bed with open arms and affectionate kisses where he can reach them. now, it's his turn to run a thumb along a pointed ear, taking note of how much longer, sharper they are compared to his own. they're beautiful and soft, and he wants to communicate to essek the way he has been to vax. same language, after all.

"i'll stay tonight, if you'll have me."

[thelyss]

Clean again, it's easier to allow Vax close once more, sliding into that embrace with a little bit of contemplation. He's warm and lithe and beautiful, and when that touch to his ear comes Essek feels something quiver strangely in his chest. Eyelashes fluttering in pleasure, he sinks even further into him, drawn like a magnet. There's only been handful of people he's coupled with and stayed for any amount of time after, usually preferring to depart once everything is done.

But this...feels different. Easy, familiar. It feels so natural to just fold into Vax's arms, to let him touch where he pleases and how.

Essek sighs, sated and relaxed. Perhaps the most relaxed he's been since his arrival here.

"Of course," he murmurs softly, one hand curving up over Vax's hip, just holding gently. "Stay, and when you've rested, I can show you where you might be...slightly more comfortable than on the beach."