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TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER
| 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. 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. 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). ] 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. N A V I G A T I O N |
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...Aaaand then there's that question, casual tone, like he's talking about a book he found or a nap except he's asking if Caspar wants to get naked.
"Oh uh. Oh man. Ohhhhhhhh man. I-" Choices are hard and he's mostly just making mouth sounds right now while he tries to calm his excitement. "Whew is it dizzy out here or is it just me? Uh, can I- option two? You wanna. Maybe take my armor off that would be... nice." Definitely not a fantasy he's had before. Nope.
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He peeks out from behind the fabric to smile at Caspar or rather, at Caspar's lack of eloquence, "Yes, Caspar, option two will be just fine."
Linhardt yawns and sits up, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back to give Caspar a good look at the view he just deemed 'really pretty'. Then he reaches out and starts to unlatch the clasps on Caspar's armor, "Arms above your head."
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The view doesn't go unappreciated though, and he slides his hand down again, liking the feeling of soft skin under his calloused fingers.
"All right." Obediently, he does as he's told, grinning dumbly as he holds his arms straight up and lets Linhardt take care of his armor.
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He visibly shivers when Caspar touches him; Linhardt likes the contrast. He likes the feeling of his friend's rough fingers on his skin. To demonstrate this, he takes one of Caspar's hands and kisses the finger pads gently before turning his attention to Caspar's armor.
Linhardt lifts the armor off and sets it gently on the ground, then turns his attention to Caspar's shirt, which he also lifts up over his friend's head.
"Much better." He declares.
The scholar takes the opportunity to examine Caspar, running his fingers over Caspar's neck and collarbone, his shoulders, down his sides and up his torso. Linhardt has to admit the aesthetic result of all that training is exceptional. Everything about Caspar's form embodies strength. He takes the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to Caspar's neck, letting his hair fall and caress his friend's skin.
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"Like what'cha see?" He can't keep his mouth shut too long. When he's finally unburdened of his armor and shirt, he takes a deep breath. Lin is examining him. Sure he's examined him before but never like this. Never with touching like this. He shivers happily, leaning into the touch like a happy dog.
"Oh jeez." He chuckles, the kiss on his neck having more of an effect on him than he expected. "You're really soft." It prompts him to put his hands on Linhardt's shoulders, squeezing once before sliding them down to rest on his hips and pull them together. A bold move even for him, given the fact that he's painfully hard under his trousers already, and he doesn't bother to hide it at this point.
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He gasps when Caspar brings their hips together; Linhardt isn't quite as hard as Caspar, but he's certainly on his way. The mage reaches his hands out to cup Caspar's cheeks and he leans in to give Caspar a long, slow, thoughtful kiss.
"Does this mean you'd like me to touch you?"
Linhardt runs a hand around the edge of Caspar's trousers experimentally, drawing back to look him in the eyes as he does so.
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"Yes yes yes!" It seems he's getting bolder, still full of nervous energy but it's all for Linhardt at the very least. "Please." Well, at least he remembered to be polite this once.
He still has that look on his face though. The absolute zest for life, fully engaged in the moment. Nowhere he'd rather be, and seeing his best friend in a very new light. His fingers dip into the waist of Linhardt's pants as well, tugging lightly, wanting to push them down.
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'Yes, yes, yes!' Suddenly it occurs to Linhardt that it might be very nice to hear that vocalization in conjunction with Caspar throwing his head back. Maybe moaning, even, "To think you even said please." He teases, reaching his hands down to unlace Caspar's trousers.
Linhardt shifts onto his knees to allow Caspar easier access to his own trousers, to slide them off if he wishes. His own attention is back on Caspar, and Linhardt carefully draws Caspar's cock out of his trousers, his fingers gentle up until he wraps his hand around Caspar's cock and firmly strokes him while his other hand reaches around Caspar to steady him. Linhardt dips down and nuzzles into Caspar's neck, nipping at and kissing the exposed skin.
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Until he feels a hand around his length.
"Oh shit." He breathes it out, wobbling a little. "That's good." His hips push toward the contact, betraying a hard shiver that rattles through him. Suddenly he's feeling very out of breath. Still, he doesn't miss the chance to reciprocate, shoving the taller man's pants down rather unceremoniously and dragging his knuckles up one the inside of his smooth thighs until he wraps his fingers around him. Swallowing, he thumbs over the tip gently teasing. It's all a little awkward, he's still short compared to Linhardt, and they're touching each other like this, but damned if it isn't perfect. Absolutely perfect.
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He didn't know he could still feel that way.
The shaky wobbliness in Caspar's voice sends a jolt of pure lust roiling through Linhardt's body, and if he hasn't been standing at full mast before, Linhardt is most certainly erect once Caspar pulls down his trousers. He sighs happily when Caspar touches him, leaning in to kiss him again before whispering in his ear.
"Like this." He guides them both until they're laying down next to each other and reaches his hands back out towards Caspar, stroking his friend's erect cock. At first his touches are long and slow, but he speeds up and copies Caspar, paying attention to the very tip of Caspar's manhood, trying to see how he likes to be touched.
While both hands continue their important work of wringing more gasped profanities from Caspar, Linhardt's mouth is occupied kissing its way across Caspar's chest. He takes one of his friend's nipples in his mouth, sucking slightly and then nipping it gently, maintaining eye contact, treating Caspar to the sight of Linhardt's lust-filled blue-violet eyes and flushed face the entire time.
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No, he's not going to be outmatched. He's jerked off enough to know the right way to move his hands, though he tries to keep pace at the very least. For once, he's not rushing something. This should last and last.
And then Lin's mouth is sucking on his nipple and he's looking at him like. that.
"Ohhhhhhh my-" His head just drops to the ground for a moment, spare hand tangling in that long green hair, tugging pleasantly on it. "Linnnn holy crap. You look so good. You're so pretty. Damn it. Holy shit. Tell me what you want. Anything. I just want to hear you."
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In such a complicated world, his friend was so purely good.
Linhardt has to stop and press his forehead to Caspar's chest, breathing heavily, because Goddess. Goddess, that's good. The hands in his hair, the desperation in Caspar's voice, the things he's saying.
"What I want?" He smiles and nuzzles Caspar's neck while continuing to stroke him. Even with Caspar, Linhardt doesn't think he could look him in the eye and say these things, even though he's more comfortable with Caspar than anyone else in the world, "I want to feel you bucking in my mouth and moaning my name."
He can't believe he just said that. Linhardt squeezes his eyes shut. But it's Caspar. Caspar lets him say anything. He said anything!
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Honestly, when those words truly process, he almost comes, right there. He has to grab Linhardt's wrist to still him for a moment.
"Whoahaha- close! Close close close! Hold on just a second holy- wow yes. Yes." He's got to catch his breath for a second. "You really want that? Like you wanna - oh boy. Uh, honestly that's the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. I will be super happy to deliver on that for you."
He punctuates his point with an affectionate kiss on the forehead, stroking his fingers through that well-kept hair. He'd always wanted to touch it far more than he ever got the chance to.
"C'mon, are you embarrassed? Jeez, you're cute. Don't worry though. Seriously. I'm in this for keeps."
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It's not what he usually imagines, but Linhardt trusts Caspar. He knows his friend would never hurt him. Caspar would cut off his own hands before he would hurt Linhardt.
"I do want that." Linhardt confirms.
He presses a kiss to Caspar's neck and then moves down his friend's body, pressing lingering kisses and nibbles on his skin, Linhardt's hair skimming across Caspar's skin like the feathers that now lay abandoned next to them.
Linhardt moves so he's lying between Caspar's thighs, and he looks up at him with wide, aroused eyes. He leans in close enough that Caspar can feel his breath on his cock, sitting there for a moment before he relents and takes the head of Caspar's cock into his mouth. Not that he allows his hands to idle; one plays with Caspar's balls, fondling them gently while the other guides one of Caspar's hands to Linhardt's hair, inviting him to twine his fingers into it.
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The sex island is a surprise but everything else is perfect. It's slow, loving, and of course, with his bestie. He doesn't have too much time to revel in this life victory because Lin's mouth is on him and his whole body arches. He's so damn soft and warm. He's easily guided like this, his fingers tangling in soft strands, gently scratching at his scalp. He tugs, just slightly, hands shaking and trying not to yank poor Lin's head down.
"Oh Goddess what did I do to deserve this?" True to his whole essence, Caspar is not quiet. His voice cracks when he moans, wanting to pitch up too high just for the pleasure of it. His body wants him to move so badly, to thrust, to do anything but lay there and twist, and somehow that agony is wonderful. "Linhardt- Lin, shit you're so good. So good. Ah- I want. This. Forever. Pleasedon'tstop."
The mage is certainly getting to wring every last little sound out.
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How can he experience all of that and not touch himself?
Of course, Linhardt wouldn't be true to their friendship if he didn't pause when Caspar told him not to stop. Just for a beat. Just long enough for Caspar to wonder if he's genuinely going to stop. Then he leans forward and takes as much of Caspar's length into his mouth as he can without gagging, focusing on his breathing as he moves up and down, tongue exploring Caspar's cock like a delicious delicacy.
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"Linh- Lin I'm gonna come. You're gonna make me c-" He can barely finish his warning, his voice rising with a broken cry of Linhardt's name as he finally lets the climax wash over him. Fingers tugging at that soft green hair while his hips tremble and buck, despite him doing his best to stay still.
He rides it out, moaning helplessly until he finally stills, spent and panting happily.
"Okay." He says between breaths, "Your turn."
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Linhardt disengages carefully, swallowing and wiping at the corner of his mouth, panting. His hand hovers over his own cock, fully intending on quickly finishing himself off and then falling onto the ground next to Caspar, but his friend's words cut off that plan.
"My turn?" As in Caspar's going to return the favor? Linhardt has to cover himself and breathe so he doesn't send himself over the edge just imagining it.
"How do you have the energy?" Because he's absolutely useless after an orgasm.
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Still, determination overrides all for him, and he's decided that he won't let Lin simply do everything. What kind of friend would that make him, simply taking? Linhardt is greeted with a very enthusiastic kiss, Caspar eager to taste himself in Lin's mouth before kissing his way down the other's chest.
"What do you want?" He asks between kisses, "Hands or mouth?" Like it's some kind of menu, but he's really not all up on the decorum of sex quite yet. He's just... happy.
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Caspar certainly doesn't need to rest for very long. He lazily returns Caspar's kiss, taking his time to show Caspar what he likes. Then Linhardt looks down at his friend and fails to repress a smile as Caspar just barrels straight ahead.
"Hands will do just fine, Caspar. Come back up here." He wants to kiss you some more.
"Have you wanted me long?" Linhardt is still Linhardt, and even his erotic life is not safe from his insatiable curiosity.
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"Okay, okay. Come sit against me like you were before. I liked that." Having Lin's weight against his chest is a familiar feeling that he cherishes regardless of context. He positions himself and holds his arms out for his friend.
"Only like... most of my life." The question is exceedingly embarrassing, but Linhardt did just suck his dick, so that's definitely worth an honest answer. "I mean like- I didn't think like this until I got old enough to know about it... but I definitely wanted to kiss you and hold your hand and stuff." He gives a sheepish little laugh, pressing a kiss to Linhardt's cheek.
"Yyyyyup. Had a crush on you for a looooong time, buddy."
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His friend's answer is...disarming. Linhardt thinks there's more to say, but there's something they need to attend to first.
He takes one of Caspar's hands and guides it to his cock with a sigh.
"You've thought about this happening?" That's oddly thrilling. Somebody fantasizing about him in particular? Yes, he likes knowing that.