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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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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.

"Good boy. So very good." Shaun slips his hand back down to Assassin's cock and begins to stroke him in an opposing rhythm to how he's fucking him. It focuses Shaun's attention away from the pleasure in his body.

Pleasure that is building to an intense peak that he doesn't want to go over just yet. Assassin first.

Shaun did so love making his partner come first. Or multiple times if there's the chance. "Don't fight it, darling. Just enjoy. You've been so good for me. Giving me everything I ask for. Such a good lover. You've more than earned this."

It's hard for Assassin to pick which sensation to focus on: the cock pumping in and out of him or the hand pumping his cock. He isn't going to last long, at this rate, and the praise and encouragement being lavished on him certainly aren't helping matters. In the end, he gets completely overwhelmed and tenses up, his breathing hard and heavy as he comes in Shaun's hand.

A Servant's body is an interesting thing: so long as he has mana available to him, he's able to come as many times as he likes. While he clearly just came, his cock doesn't seem to soften at all.

"Keep goin', don't stop, please don't stop..."

Now comes the begging.

Shaun quickly bites his lower lip to distract himself from the feel of Assassin's body milking him. The tight squeeze of his muscles seems to encourage his cock, like the man wants him to come.

But he holds back, breathing through it, shuddering when Assassin relaxes again. Then he starts fucking him again at a more brutal pace. He bows his head forward, hair falling in his eyes.

He'll need another bath after this for the sweat that's built on his skin. But first... another orgasm for Assassin and probably the first one for himself.

Assassin can't really manage words at this point, reduced to frantic, but pleased sounds as he matches Shaun's pace. It's hard with that pleasant sting cutting through the pleasure...A surefire way to force another orgasm out of him. There's no way he can last like this -- and he doesn't. A loud moan is all but forced out of him as his back curves, chest arching off the table as he comes again.

There's no hold back after that. Shaun rests his forehead on the back of Assassin's neck before he buries himself deep as he can inside his lover and comes. The world fades away and there is only the rushing pleasure through his veins. It's perfectly intense. Beautiful, maddening and worth every little bit of annoyance the tattoo had caused.

He braces a hand against the massage bed to catch his breath. Oh, his legs are a little shaky. What a wonderful feeling.

His touch turns comforting and reassuring to help them both settle after such a rush. "Good fun, darling. You were so good for me."

It's a good thing most of his weight is on the table, otherwise he'd crumble from how weak his legs feel suddenly. He's not normally one for aftercare of any sort, so Shaun's affection comes as a pleasant surprise. It's easy to relax, to let his breathing settle down under such a gentle hand and warm voice. He shouldn't get used to this kind of treatment, but...maybe there is room for it in his life here.

Assassin actually smiles for once.

"Yeah...An' ya were real fuckin' good t' me."

Praise for praise.

"Oh, it was my pleasure." Shaun chuckles warmly. "Trust me."

Were they lying in bed, comfortably relaxed, he would've enjoyed perhaps a light doze while exchanging kisses and affection little touches. However, they were standing which meant much less time cuddling.

He sighs with regret as he pulls away, slowly sliding his cock out of Assassin. "I think I will enjoy a second bath."

Shaun studies his arm and well, look at that, the tattoo had faded away. Fantastic. No more annoying itching and there was very satisfying sex. A definite win.

Assassin straightens up after a moment. Time to get dressed and make his exit. But first...That troublesome tattoo. He checks his arm, then sighs in relief when it's once again bare.

"Go on, I ain't gonna keep ya...But don't be a stranger."

Because the sex was good and like hell he was going to pass up the potential for fucking him again.

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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