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TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER

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” barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. Laid Bare Basics

There is a new addition to the scenery at the beach, and everyone is welcome! Especially new arrivals, who will be ushered to the recently-established Laid Bare Spa, where (provided they don't slip away from the bots' helpful grasp) their uncomfortably wet, sandy clothing will be stripped away and they will be lovingly pampered by the cold metal hands of the resident robots. Long-time Islanders and newbies alike are welcome to enjoy such amenities as hot and cold baths, sauna rooms, scrub-downs, thorough whippings with birch brooms, skin treatments, massage and energy work, and more! All rooms are thoughtfully decorated with tasteful murals of naked and disrobing bodies.

Maybe you'll see someone you recognize?! (Maybe you'll see... you?)

Islanders who happen to find their clothing mysteriously missing are welcome to borrow a Laid Bare branded towel to cover up with on their way home.

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II. Tattoo to You, Too

The Augur understands that sometimes, it's difficult to find a partner to indulge you in those favorite Auspicious Acts - especially for new arrivals, but surely even long-time residents could benefit from a little assistance now and then. That is why ever-benevolent entity has gifted Her precious Islanders with tattoos which feature their most secret, urgent, and/or shameful of desires! (Even if that desire is to simply complete a Bingo.)

The tattoo may be a picture or a word, and it can appear anywhere on the body. At first it is pleasantly warm to the touch, like a soft glow of light on your skin. It soon becomes apparent - through either robot advice or a notification on your communication device - that your task is to find a match for your tattoo and complete the depicted act with that person. The longer one goes without completing the act, the more the tattoo seems to heat up, until it feels like it is burning into your skin.

Take too long, and the tattoo may become permanent. Otherwise, the tattoo will fade within hours of completing the Auspicious Act.

[ For TDMers: feel free to select any favorite kink for this prompt! If you complete a kink that doesn't appear on your card, you may switch one square for the completed kink. For current players: by participating on (tagging into) this TDM, you may switch one kink into your card (it must be the kink in the toplevel prompt you responded to). ]

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III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl

Are you on the hunt for credits? Then have the robots got a task for you! The 'bots of the Nameless Island are recruiting Islanders to go bug collecting in the caves, crevices, and hollowed-out logs of the wilderness. The quarry? The (shudder - literally, the robots will shudder) doom-summoning harbinger bug. They describe these creepy creatures as fat, fuzzy, and rainbow-colored, with long, fluffy antennae that look like rabbit's ears.

The robots describe these critters as so dangerous that Islanders should only hunt them in pairs. Should your team return successful, you both will be rewarded very handsomely for every caterpillar caught!

The bugs are typically very docile and seem to enjoy soft pets, judging by the cooing and squeaking noises they make (especially to scritches behind their "ears"). Poke or disturb them however, and they may bite! Body parts bitten by angry caterpillars will swell up cartoonishly, and can only be treated by having someone else suck the venom out. Good thing you're traveling with a partner!

The 'bots strongly recommend against keeping these little buggies as pets, but they're not your dad.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Forcing Assassin to have patience is fun for everyone that isn't him. He gets easily frustrated and gives into whatever's asked of him if he's denied long enough. Some other time, though -- there's a greater purpose than pleasure right now.

He does take a moment to admire him, every part of him...Ah, that's all he was hoping for and more. Just the sight of his cock is enough to practically make his mouth water. Given permission, he starts off by grasping his shaft, stroking him slowly.

"I wanna get a feel for ya first...An' I like what I'm feelin' already."

Shaun groaned softly and bit his lower lip for a second before he relaxed into the touch. Those rough hands were perfect along the length of his cock. He let Assassin explore, enjoying the touch that was careful, learning but...

"Darling, a little tighter please," he said after a few minutes. "I like it a little tighter."

Exploration was fun and all but well, he wanted more pleasure as well. "That's better. Very good, darling." He closed his eyes and lazily rolled his hips into his grip.

Assassin is nothing if not obedient for once; the mixture of praise and direction do wonders to keep him from being a brat. It helps that he's nice and turned on himself. Shaun's reactions certainly help everything along.

He firms up his grip, speeds up his strokes before leaning down. It's too much to help himself, plus he'd been told to show him what he had in mind, right? What better way to make it clearer than to press a kiss to the head of his cock and follow it up with a teasing lick? His hand never stills as he teases him with his mouth.

Before going any further, Assassin looks up at him in a wordless plea for permission. This is probably the longest he's been quiet in his second life -- Shaun deserves praise for managing that, too.

It was always gratifying to see a lover in this state, so eager to please, and happy about it. Shaun reached out and ran his fingers through Assassin's hair petting him gently massaging his scalp.

"Oh, I see what you want," he chuckled warmly and with just a bit of force pulled Assassin's mouth away from his cock. "And you've been so good to me already, the massage and well, how clever your hands are. Go ahead, darling. You've earned it."

He released Assassin's hair and laid back to let him go straight to his cock as eagerly as he wanted.

He wouldn't have minded more force than that, really. Even the lighter touch is enough to draw a groan out of him. He's used to being manhandled by most of his lovers and has even come to enjoy it. Regardless of that, permission has been granted and more praise given, there's no more need to wait.

Assassin flashes him a brief smile before settling back into position. His lips part, breath hot against him, and he takes the head of his cock into his mouth. His impatience to pleasure Shaun doesn't mean he's sloppy, though. He keeps his tongue moving against the underside as he sucks, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm while stroking what isn't in his mouth.

They are strangers and Shaun wasn't fully aware of Assassin's boundaries or desires. He did make a note of how he moaned at being handled a little roughly. He would remember that. It was something to play with a little bit.

"Oh, you are good." Shaun props himself up on an arm to watch. Assassin is very pretty and very talented. He groans as he takes him deeper, building to a steady, wonderful rhythm.

Of course, a little direction isn't bad. He tangles his fingers in Assassin's hair again and uses the grip to guide his rhythm. "Like this, that's it. Very good. Just like this."

He's...well, he's never had anyone guide him quite like that before. Take total control and fuck his face? Sure, but this is an entirely different experience. His gaze flicks upward to look at Shaun quizzically for a moment before he takes the guidance. He adjusts his pace as he keeps up the intensity.

All of this is doing wonders at getting Izō worked up, too. If he wasn't bracing his free hand against the table, he'd be touching himself. Even with his fundoshi still on, it's impossible not to see how hard he is right now.

"Oh, darling, if there's something you want ask," he says as pushes his hair back a little more, trying to meet those rather intense eyes. "Tell me. It's alright to pause a little bit."

He could see his arousal and yet the other man didn't do anything. He kept tending to Shaun's cock like it was his purpose in life. A beautiful, pleasurable purpose.

"You want to be good, don't you?" He rolls his hips slightly. "Tell me what you need and we'll see if I'll give it to you. If you've been good enough for what you want."

This kind of treatment might piss him off any other time; right now, it scratches an itch he didn't know he had. Izō pulls off of his dick with a wet pop and rests his head on his thigh, still stroking him.

"I wanna get fucked by ya...I wanna feel your cock inside'a me. Did I do good enough for that?"

It feels demeaning to almost beg for it, yet not enough to keep him from doing it.

Shaun sat up, cupped Assassin's face in his hands, and pulled him up for a deep, thorough kiss. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip when he pulled back, smiling warmly. "Oh, yes, yes, that's very good."

He slid to his feet and put himself behind Assassin, bending him over the table. Shaun pressed against his back and trailed kisses along the back of his neck. "I'm going to get some oil. You take off this for me. Such a good darling."

He tugged at the clothes still on and then moved away. This place had all sorts of oils but Shaun was teasing again, letting him wait a little bit while he picked just the right one.

Shaun could ask him to kill someone right now and he'd do it, no questions asked. That's how well praising him like this works: tell him sincerely (or sincerely enough for him to believe it) that he's a good boy and he'll behave perfectly. No fussing, no fighting, just a genuine urge to please.

Izō stays bent over as he reaches back to loosen one end of his fundoshi, pulling it free to leave him completely nude. It's quite apparent just how aroused he is from lavishing attention on Shaun. A sheen of pre glistens on the head of his cock with more flowing from the slit.

He widens his stance with a needy noise, his lower back curved to push his ass out further.

"Don't keep me waitin' too long..."

"I wouldn't dream of it but I will take a moment to admire..." Shaun stands back to admire. He's quite beautiful. Strong too. There's a fighter here in this man and a story but they're not here for Shaun's curiosity. He'll have to wonder later.

He runs his hand up Assassin's back when he returns and leans forward to press another kiss against the back of his neck. "You didn't tell me you were this lovely. Look at you."

He runs his hand along Assassin's back and side, over his hip and then wraps his hand around his cock stroking slowly to get a feel for it. "Beautiful. I would have liked to spend more time with it. But..."

He presses another kiss against Assassin's shoulder before he opens the oil he selected and pours it between his asscheeks. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"

He's quite reactive to touch, shifting beneath it or, in the case of the hand on his cock, bucking into it. Maybe it's been a bit too long since he's indulged in gentler touch like this...He can't say he minds it.

"Mm...Some other time, maybe," he murmurs, "ya keep your promises well enough...Makes a guy wanna come back t' ya."

Assassin buries his face into his crossed arms to hide the flush across his cheeks at the attention. It's good, it's wonderful, even, exactly what he wants, but at the same time it's almost too much to the point of being overwhelming. He's practically shaking in anticipation of what's to come.

"I always provide complete satisfaction," he purrs as he nuzzles against Assassin's hair. "Now, be good and tell me if you feel any pain."

Shaun pushes a finger inside him after making sure it is nicely coated in oil. He's gentle but listens closely to every little sound he draws out of the other man. This is another part he enjoys a great deal, the pleasure of his partner. He could get off on this alone.

But Assassin has been good and Shaun wants to give him what he asked for. He is methodical opening him up, searching out what his lover enjoys best.

He doesn't even tense up as Shaun fingers him. In fact, he already starts to push back against him in search of more. Intensity is something he thrives on in any situation. His breath hitches, his hands ball up into fists, and he allows his pleasured moans to be heard for once.

"'S good -- you're good...Keep goin', I can take it."

Less a suggestion and more needy pleading.

Shaun will have to find another time to tease someone like he wants right now. Assassin is shameless and needy. Shaun had trouble resisting his lovers when they needed something. He was never good at denying.

He switches to two fingers and pulls Assassin's head back by his hair. He presses a gently kiss against his cheek before he whispers to him. "How much do you want to feel my cock, darling? Do you want it to feel it burn as I fuck you? A little pain with your pleasure? Or should it be sweet and easy?"

He kisses his neck right on his jumping pulse. "Be good and tell me."

He shivers, jaw slack as he pants. God, Shaun is very good at pushing all the right buttons and turning him into an absolute mess as a result. Izō continues to rock back against his fingers.

"I want it so fuckin' bad, I can't wait...," he moans, "I wanna feel it burn, I like it when it stings."

Getting him to admit so plainly to his wants is nothing short of a Herculean feat.

"That's good. Very good. I'm here to give you whatever you want." He kisses Assassin's shoulder and then bit down to give him just a little bit of pain that he would hopefully enjoy.

Shaun also fucks him with three fingers for a few seconds just to make sure he is a little stretched. There's a reason Shaun's so confident in himself. His dick is very generous and he wants to make sure what pain there is will be pleasurable.

He pours oil over his length and strokes it over his cock, hissing through his teeth at the feel. Then he presses the head against Assassin's hole and slowly begins to push in and fill him.

A sharp gasp accompanies the sharp, but not wholly unpleasant, sting of being penetrated. His whole body goes tense as he grips at the table beneath him, his face buried in his arms. This ensures his sounds of pleasure stay a little bit muffled, if only to save some of his pride.

Izō tries to stay still, but it doesn't last long. Shaun's cock feels too good for him to hold back. He rocks back against him, just as he did with his fingers.

"Fuck...You're huge..."

"And yet you take me so well." Shaun nuzzles his hair and his ear as his hands stroke over his arms and along his sides to help soothe those tense muscles. "Breathe, darling, take a breath and relax. You're doing so good, so eager for me. Loosen up and let me fill you."

He keeps pressing himself forward, going deeper each push as Assassin pushes back to meet him. Shaun has no intention of stopping until his hips are pressed flush against Assassin's ass.

But he takes it slow waiting to feel Assassin's body relax around him.

He's absolutely not used to someone doting on him this way. That fact just makes him all the more eager to do as he's told. So rarely does behaving get him what he wants, much less praised like this.

"Y-yeah..."

Assassin practically whimpers as he nods, taking a deep, shuddering breath and then another. The tension slowly eases, first in his hands then through the rest of his body, until he finally relaxes around Shaun. Now there's just the pleasant sting from before and the sensation of being completely filled. That's satisfying enough on its own, so much so that he can hardly wait to be properly fucked.

"Good, so good." He trails kisses across Assassin's shoulders. "You're so good at doing what I asked. Such a good dear you are."

Shaun pushes forward that last inch to be fully seated inside Assassin and grinds his hips against his ass. Gods, that's such a good feeling. Snug. Warm. Assassin's muscles milking his length. Shaun enjoys it for a long few minutes.

Then he pulls back and starts a rolling, heavy rhythm, looking to drive Assassin up onto his tip toes each time he bottomed out inside him. "That's it, darling. Move with me now. Come on, I know you can do it."

How could he not move with him when it felt so good? He eagerly meets his thrusts, rising up almost involuntarily at the peak of each one. Needy moans and soft noises practically pour out of him. Assassin pushes himself up onto one forearm so he can reach down and stroke himself as he's fucked.

"You're so fuckin' good...Gonna make me come so hard."

"Are you?" Shaun chuckles deep in his chest. "Should I help you with that, darling?"

He braces a hand against the table and the other he wraps around Assassin's cock loosely. His strokes are almost lazy and are definitely teasing. Shaun doesn't want him to come just yet. He wants more time fucking him. It feels too good to let it end now.

"Or do you need no help at all?" He takes his hand away and runs it over his abs and chest.

Patience is difficult for him. He's so used to a different kind of overwhelming intensity, one that doesn't build up quite so much as this, that he's almost rushing to finish. It's also not exactly common for his lovers to give him a helping hand, so to speak. Reluctantly, Assassin drops his hand away from his cock.

Time to be utterly shameless.

"...Help me. Your hand feels better."

It's always nicer when someone else does it for you.

TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER

00. Arrival

I. Laid Bare Basics

II. Tattoo to You, Too

III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl

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