TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

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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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[blumenthal]

By the time their lips part, Vax is his whole world. The taste of him on his lips, the warmth in his brown eyes, the cool, soft slide of his hair between his fingers, the hands cupping his face, the hot-tight squeeze of his body around his cock. Caleb's breath hitches, and gods, gods, that friction feels so good. Every time Vax's hips roll Caleb feels something in him wind a little tighter. It's easy to recognize the feeling for what it is: he's getting close again.

He thinks of warning Vax, but it's all he can do to moan softly, looking up at his face, holding him, being held, and the feeling is rising so quickly he feels like the crest is already right there, if Vax just keeps moving--

Except he doesn't. Vax'ildan sinks down onto him all the way to the root (so good) and stops. The tension in the pause is palpable. Caleb groans, fighting hard to hold back even as Vax denies him release for the second time tonight. He wants to last for Vax's sake, but that doesn't make the experience any less jarring. The peak he'd been just on the verge of has him tense all over, balls drawn up tight, but Vax's stillness ensures that there isn't enough stimulation to bring him over. Caleb's jaw drops and his eyes flicker closed. His chest heaves.

"Scheisse, scheisse," he finds himself whimpering, clinging tight to Vax. He isn't quite coherent enough to realize he's just spoken in Zemnian. "Please, Vax'ildan. Bitte."

[vaax]

vax keeps his eyes on caleb, watching for an orgasm that doesn't come. that desperation is a little hot, but on the other hand, he doesn't want to keep caleb waiting for too long. it's fun to play and it's fun to stretch his limits, though, so.

with his handfuls of stars, vax'ildan slowly moves his hand down caleb's cheek to his throat, where thin fingers match the curve of his neck. he doesn't apply any pressure, but he doesn't move his hand away. he might be riding caleb, but he enjoys this play of control, the subtle reminders that he's the one setting the pace, pulling quiet begs from caleb in his native tongue. vax's hole aches with the stretch of caleb inside him, and he could easily start bouncing in his lap again relentlessly and push him over that edge, finally. it wouldn't take much effort, either, not with him soft and pliant and needy under his hand like this.

caleb is hot like this, and that's when vax decides he wants to do it again. he wants caleb to fall apart underneath him before he can come. so, with his hand still firmly placed on caleb's throat, vax lifts his hips, and starts an agonizingly slow pace.

"talk to me, caleb," he whispers to him, against his jawline. "tell me how i feel."

[blumenthal]

It's a good thing that Vax waits to trail his hand down--naturally, almost casually--to lay it over his neck, or Caleb probably would have come already. He makes his surprised, needy little noise, and his throat bobs against Vax's hand. Though his grip doesn't impede his air in the least, Caleb still feels his chest tighten. His breathing is already ragged, and just the implication, the possibility, is much more exciting than he ever would have expected. He shudders, clutches Vax against him as he starts moving again far too slowly, pushed to the brink and loving that sweet ache despite himself.

And Vax wants him to talk like this? It's enough to ask him to form coherent, linear thoughts, much less voice them. But for Vax, he'll try. He is beginning to get the sense that there is a lot he would do to try to please him.

"I can't--I can't begin to say how incredible you feel." His voice sounds tight, strained, and his words are interrupted by more than one soft whimper. How does one describe something so close to perfection? He can't possibly capture the way Vax looks, his lean, powerful form and sharp handsome features and swath of long dark hair, the way he sounds, somehow both encouraging and little mean, and the way he so confidently wraps his hand around his throat and fucks himself on Caleb's cock like he's doing it just to tease.

There's a little upward shift of Caleb's hips, entirely unwitting, when Vax sinks down on him, like he's too eager, too impatient to be inside him again to wait. His head tilts against Vax's, seeking the brush of his lips against the scruff on his jaw. "Perfect," he murmurs, because if he can't find any other words, he might as well use that one. "You feel perfect."

[vaax]

vax notes the way caleb tenses when his fingers curl around his neck, but it doesn't seem to be a negative response. if the way his cock throbs inside of vax is any indication, it's a good one, and vax can't stop the sly smirk that comes as he tilts his head back, gazing down his nose at the wizard underneath. he doesn't always get this dominant, but something about caleb begs for it, and vax'ildan won't deny him.

vax keeps moving, and at this pace, he can give deeper thrusts to caleb's length. he slides along him with brutally slow lifts of his hips, his breath coming in pants with a heaving chest. he doesn't want caleb to finish yet, but he's getting really close to earning it. his words are proof of that, doing his best to obey vax'ildan despite the sweet torture the half elf is putting him through. it goes straight to his cock, though, twitching and aching between them to be touched, and vax thinks he's done enough.

"so good of you, caleb," he purrs as he bounces, beginning to roll faster in caleb's lap, "to do as i asked. you know what happens when you're well behaved?" vax lifts his hips up until he's nearly off of the other, but stops abruptly (again) at his tip, keeping caleb just inside his hole. the fingers around his neck begin to tighten, but just at the sides, enough to restrict blood flow, not his airways. he leans in close, to brush lips together when he speaks.

"you can come. fuck me until you fill me."

[blumenthal]

Caleb feels like he is willing himself to hold back as Vax rocks in his lap again, taking him in slow but deep and thorough. There are sounds falling from his lips freely now, a mix of noises of frustration and pleasure, denial and need. But not once does he want to call a stop to it. He wants to do this for Vax'ildan, to give him everything he wants, and also because it feels so, so good.

And the moment Vax begins murmuring to him in that silky voice of his about how good he is, how he's doing as asked, how well behaved he is, the desire to be good for Vax overwhelms all others. Something about those words digs deep into him on a visceral level, reaches in and bares some fragile, raw, and tender part of him and drags it to the surface. It's cathartic. His head feels lighter, unburdened by more complex thought; he only needs to be good for Vax. Nothing else matters but Vax's satisfaction with him and the promise of a generous reward. It's freeing.

Strong, slender hands squeeze tighter around his throat, Vax's hips roll up and don't come down again, and Caleb moans helplessly. His cock throbs, kept teasingly, achingly just inside the soft heat of Vax's hole. His hands scramble to clutch at Vax's slim hips, and Caleb's eyelids lower, a shudder running through him, when he's finally given permission to have what he's been denied by Vax'ildan twice now, what he's been denying himself far more than that. "Thank you." The words sound ragged, tight, but deeply, genuinely grateful.

Caleb's forehead tilts up against Vax's, their lips brushing and their breath mingling. Desperately, he guides Vax to sink back down onto him, shifting his legs beneath him so that he can grind back up in counterpoint. Not very hard or deep in this position, doing little more than bouncing Vax on his lap, but finally letting go of his inhibitions feels like pure bliss. His peak builds up again fast, never having receded far. It's barely ten more desperate, panting thrusts, slightly clumsy as Caleb gets closer and closer and more delirious with it by the moment, before he is taken by an orgasm so sharp, so bright and overwhelming, that he can do nothing but hold Vax against him and groan soft and low with bone-deep relief against his mouth. His cock throbs heavily as he spills in several thick pulses as deep inside Vax as he can manage, each one shaking another needy sound from his lips.

[vaax]

vax'ildan gives permission for caleb to chase his end, and that's precisely what the wizard does, rolling upwards with a swift pace that has vax dropping his head down to moan, loudly, without shame. he presses tightly into vax'ildan's spot with every thrust, and it's enough to get him close, right on his own edge when caleb comes to slow, then stop with his orgasm shuddering through him.

as caleb comes, vax drops his hand from his throat, instead clinging to the back of his head, sliding fingers through fiery hair and holding him to his chest as he rides through his climax. he wants to be as close as he can be to caleb when he comes, pressing skin to skin, holding his head right where it belongs. vax kisses the top of his head where he can, but they're short kisses, broken into by gasping breaths and soft moans. "perfect," he manages to say, but it's the only word he can find, the rest having been swept away by deep, hard thrusts that join them closer than ever.

caleb begins to come down from his orgasm, and vax doesn't want to keep him upright for long if he doesn't need to, so he starts to bounce in his lap again, chasing that feeling he'd only just barely let slip through his fingers in favor of allowing caleb to find his end. the hand that isn't in caleb's hair moves between them, gripping his achingly hard cock to stroke it to his own finish. it feels amazing to finally have friction on it; so good, in fact, that vax's jaw goes slack and he moans into caleb's hair, that same loud tone he'd given just a moment earlier.

caleb's arousal won't be hard for much longer, so vax rolls onto him with urgency, chasing that damned warmth in his hips until it's so close, "so close, caleb, so close--"

with a cry, he finally crests that edge, arching up and off of caleb's length as it hits him like a wall. it's often more compared to a wave, washing over him abruptly and fading slowly, but this is more of a crash than anything else. it's sudden, and his body shakes, knees trembling as he comes. thick white ribbons shoot several times over caleb's stomach, and the rest drips down his hand until he's spent.

exhausted, chest heaving, vax'ildan pulls off of caleb, moving to lay back on the bedroll where he doesn't have to worry about staying upright. dark eyes search for caleb's striking blue, while fingers lace in his and attempt to pull him down to join him where he lay.

"come here. i want you close."

[blumenthal]

The moments of intense overstimulation that follow his orgasm as Vax continues to ride him desperately to reach his own are entirely worth it for the sake of watching him, feeling him when he comes. Caleb is left gasping nearly as much as Vax himself when the half-elf spills over his stomach. The nerves all over his body feel fried, and it takes a good few seconds before his cock, nudging against the inside of Vax's thigh, finally begins to soften.

The magnitude of it all hits him at once as he comes down, and his body feels heavy and sore, his head still cloudy. Vax lays down beside him, apparently equally wrung out, and it takes no more than the tug on his hand to get Caleb to join him. He practically collapses back onto the bedroll, snuggling up close enough to Vax to curl an arm over his side.

"I am not going anywhere." He can't even contemplate getting cleaned off and dressed and walking back to the house at this point, sated and dazed and tired as he is. But he can lean in and find Vax's lips for another kiss easily enough, looking for comfort and affirmation in the aftermath of such an intense experience.

[vaax]

vax'ildan isn't left without caleb by his side for long, but in the moment they're apart, vax takes the time to scan eyes over caleb's body. his waist is thin, and his shoulders are broad. there's the lightest hint of toning, enough that vax can feel muscle when he touches his skin, and freckles cover his skin like when vax'ildan cupped his cheeks and held handfuls of stars.

and then he's on him, a little sticky, a little wet below his hips, but warm and comfortable, and vax hums contentedly. he rolls to face him and laces their fingers, but before he can speak, he's given a kiss that's easily returned with the most gentle of lips.

more hums, this time of appreciation, and vax lets legs tangle while touches stay affectionate and welcoming.

vax, deep down, sincerely hopes that caleb doesn't think that this is a one time thing. there's something in their kisses, a spark that ignites every time he touches caleb's skin. they had to have met before, they're kindred somehow, but he can't name a time or a place. he makes vax'ildan's heart sing, and he doesn't feel like falling mute tonight. so vax pulls him closer and kisses his forehead, then his cheek, and then his lips in the softest of touches.

"thank you, caleb."

[blumenthal]

Vax is sweet and soft and welcoming, and Caleb feels himself relax against him, trading as many kisses as feels natural in the moment. He wants this to last, he wants this to--to happen again. There's significance to this meeting. Vax'ildan is special somehow. He wouldn't have done this with just anyone.

He's smiling when their lips part, chest filled with a pleasant fuzzy warmth at the gentle fondness in the way that Vax kisses his face.

"I should be thanking you. That was...incredible." There's almost a laugh in his voice, a hint of amazed disbelief. "You are really something, Vax'ildan."

His thumb skims over Vax's hip as his other hand squeezes their laced fingers. Their faces are close enough that Vax's features blur slightly, but Caleb doesn't want to lean away or close his eyes. "Do you want to stay here together for tonight?"

[vaax]

caleb moves close, closer still, until all vax would need to do is tilt his chin to kiss him. but he doesn't, instead enjoying the closeness being with caleb provides. already, this feels intimate and soft and warm, and vax is grinning despite himself. excited hands rest on caleb's waist, toying with his hip, pulling him in closer and closer until their bodies are flush.

"i don't think i want to leave you," he replies quietly, as though nervous for anyone else to hear. the grin fades, but only so he can do as he's inclined and kiss caleb, softly, his mouth closed but his lips still swollen and wet from sex and kisses. his breath is still gone, but he regains it before long, twisted with caleb like this. the world around them seems to disappear with the dome cast above them like this, and for now, nothing else matters. not his past lovers, or his friends, or tal'dorei. nothing, no one, but caleb.