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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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Caleb only has time to feel foolish for a moment thankfully before Shaun graciously rescues him by agreeing, and shortly follows with the promised kiss. Eyes fluttering closed again, Caleb leans into the cradle of Shaun's palm. It's unhurried, but deliberate, and that controlled intensity has him drawing in a slow, shaky breath through his nose as his lips part, yielding and soft.

Curling closer feels natural, and Caleb picks up his hand to rest it instead against Shaun's chest. He feels a thumb stroking intimately against his stomach over the very spot he'd traced the alchemical symbol moments ago, and allows himself to enjoy the touch rather than flinching away. Their game has helped a great deal with acclimating him to more intimacy, making him eager to feel Shaun's hands against his body.

Provided he's found the right partner, he also enjoys kissing a great deal. It's easy to lose himself in it once he starts, thoughts becoming foggier with arousal.

There. There it is.

Caleb has reached out and relaxed into this. Shaun feels it in the way he kisses. He's eager for it and so wonderfully willing. The touch isn't meant to seduce or arouse but Caleb's hand is warm and a little rough but in a nice way. He wouldn't mind that hand exploring more of his body.

Shaun gently slides his tongue out and touches it gently against Caleb's bottom lip asking him for entry, giving Caleb the choice. His hand slips a little lower fingers now teasing very close to the base of his cock.

The first brush of Shaun's tongue has Caleb sighing sweetly, lips parting to allow him access to his mouth. He can feel a deeper flush spreading across his face, distinct from the way his skin is already heated from the bath.

He leans into Shaun, open and receptive, thighs touching beneath the water. His other hand rises to rest against his shoulder as the one on his chest trails lower. He's as interested in exploring as Shaun is in having him do so, growing bolder and more curious.

"You can, ah..." He has to break their kiss to speak, wet lips against lips as he murmurs softly between them, not willing to go far. "You can touch me, if you like." The simmering heat building between them ensures that he is drawn right back to Shaun's mouth, seeking more of that slow, intimate connection.

"Thank you, darling." Shaun gently brushes Caleb's hair back from his face so that he can see him in that brief moment when they're not kissing. "It's very good to tell me what you're comfortable with. What you want."

He would much prefer to hear Caleb voice his desires than assume something and make him uncomfortable. Now that he's opening up like a flower on a sunny day Shaun is very invested in keeping him that way. Soft, willing, and wanting.

As they kiss he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes him slowly. Shaun gets a feel for his cock, the weight, the length, the warmth in the water. He would like to pull Caleb into his lap but... they'll work up to that.

Everything about the way Shaun speaks to him and touches him is so tender and considerate. Caleb is struck particularly by how gently he smooths the damp strands of his hair back from his face. He holds his gaze in that moment, tries to parse how being seen like this doesn't make him feel vulnerable. Considers that he'll have to give it more thought when he isn't so desperate to kiss Shaun again.

The breath goes out of him all over again when he feels a warm hand curl deliberately around his cock and waste no time starting to feel him out.

"Oh," he gasps sharply on an inhale. The fingers on Shaun's shoulder tighten their grip reflexively. His cock, more than half hard at this point, is nothing to write home about, proportional with his slender, average-sized human body. But it fills quickly beneath Shaun's touch, encouraged by each slow stroke. His hips twitch up slightly more than once, unwittingly following the pull of his hand.

They might have been brought together under unwelcome circumstances but that didn't mean this had to be unpleasant or rushed. They should enjoy this which meant being considerate. Shaun did enjoy giving others what they needed and not simply taking what he wanted. Sex should be fun. Always.

"Climb into my lap, darling." He slides a hand down Caleb's side and cupped his hip gently coaxing him. It would be so much easier to kiss and touch if Caleb was on top of him instead of next to him.

And they would get to touch more. Wouldn't that be nice? Shaun always wants to feel his lover as much as possible. Caleb may consider himself average but he's still desirable and Shaun wants to explore the beauty he's willing to share with him.

Given the number of laps Caleb has climbed into in the last several months--or rather, the number of times he has climbed into certain laps--that suggestion really shouldn't come as such a surprise to him. But he pauses a moment before he obeys, catching his breath and collecting himself a little, before giving Shaun a nod.

He presumes he means facing him if they're going to continue kissing, but the other way really wouldn't be so bad either if Shaun really wanted unfettered access to touch him. Still he opts for the former, using his grip on the other man's shoulder to balance himself as he first slides one thigh across Shaun's, then shifts to perch over them, knees settled on the bench on either side.

They'd been close before, but now their bodies are intimately aligned, and Caleb has more freedom to explore the man in front of him as well. Shaun is strikingly handsome, and though Caleb had seen his body before, feeling it pressed against his is something else entirely. With the barest shift of his hips, he can feel the length of Shaun's cock brushing his, and he has to resist the urge to outright grind against it.

"Is this good?"

Shaun waits as Caleb moves to his lap watching him with open desire. He could play coy but something in Shaun felt that wouldn't go over well with Caleb. His want is written plain as day on his face and in his eyes.

"Perfect." He slides his hands along Caleb's sides as he leans up to kiss him slow and deep. His hands slide down again to hold his hips and coax Caleb into gently grinding against him.

Shaun's cock is impressive which is part of why he's so confident in himself. He spreads his thighs a little to make Caleb sink a little more in his lap to better align their dicks. "Feel how much you've turned me on, darling. You are lovely to look at and brilliant. What more could I want?"

He nips playfully at Caleb's lower lip.

What more could he want? Plenty, as far as Caleb is concerned. But he's much too distracted at the moment for that sort of indulgent self-deprecation, because his cock pressing against Shaun's--and gods, he's big--feels far too good. His arms loop around Shaun's neck as they kiss, and he gasps against his mouth at the teasing drag of teeth across his lip.

"Let me show you," Caleb implores softly. His forehead is tipped against Shaun's, their lips still brushing, breath humid and wet as steam sticks to their skin, their hair. He grinds slowly in his lap, can't get enough of that white-hot, direct stimulation. "I have other skills. Perhaps I can earn more of your praise."

Shaun practically purrs at Caleb's words. What a lovely way to say it and with him rocking in his lap it is the sort of slow building heat he adores when it comes to sex.

"Yes, darling, you've earned a chance to show me what you can do." Shaun brushes his thumb along Caleb's jaw and follows it with a line of kisses. "I bet your hands are so talented."

Casters and rogues always have the best hands. So good with subtle movements and sensitive.

There's a deliberate tenderness to everything Shaun does, from the warm, soothing purr of his words to the brush of his fingers and lips along his jaw. Caleb is both transfixed and drawn in, hopelessly weak to what seems like genuine affection. Perhaps this means much more to him than it does to Shaun, but that's fine. He'll take it still, eagerly.

"I will let you judge that for yourself," he murmurs, gently teasing. He slips a hand between their bodies, trailing over Shaun's shoulder and down his chest, lightly along his torso beneath the water until his fingers comb through the hair at the base of his cock. Following the heavy curve of it up, Caleb keeps his exploratory touch light, fingertips just barely grazing the skin. A thumb rubs over the tip, slower and firmer, before he wraps long, clever fingers around the shaft properly and gives a first slow, tight stroke.

Shaun's length feels even bigger in his hand, intimately hot against his palm. It's thrilling, and Caleb is the one who makes a low, satisfied noise, half a moan. He knows he's good at this, with his dexterous hands. But he wants to show it, to show off, to please this man.

Shaun chuckles softly enjoying the brief glimpse of sass from Caleb. There's more there, he can tell, just lurking under the surface. What a fascinating puzzle of a man he has in his lap.

The circumstances that brought them together might not be the best in Shaun's opinion but he's more than willing to spent more time with him for conversation and sex. He doesn't think he'll get the chance to fuck Caleb in this bath but well, maybe another time he'd get to take this lovely wizard.

Shaun leans back slightly to give Caleb more room but he never stops touching him. He trails his fingers along his arm and across his shoulder. Down his chest to lightly tease a nipple with his thumb before sliding his whole hand around his neck then cupping his jaw.

"Oh, yes, there you are," he says lowly when Caleb firmly wraps his hand around him at last. He tips his head back for a second before meeting Caleb's "Such long fingers, darling. And you know how to use them, don't you?"

Caleb's eyes flutter shut as Shaun's hands wander over his body, breath hitching in particular as his thumb encourages a nipple to perk up. His head tilts forward almost without his permission as he leans into the hand on his jaw, not only receptive to the touch, but actively seeking it.

"I think I can please you, yes." His voice is low enough to rasp a little and his eyes slip open, blown pupils ringed with blue as he looks through his lashes. "But what matters here is your opinion."

He's stroking slowly as he talks, fist tight. But varies his touches enough to be distinct; a thumb circling the tip, a harder squeeze around the base, then fingers tracing more gently, delicate.

"I am trying to figure out what you like," he murmurs, "so please tell me when I've done something well."

Shaun considers for a moment guiding Caleb's hand. He doesn't want the man to feel too pressured to please him but... he had asked to be told not shown...

"There, like that," Shaun groans when Caleb teasing the head. "Little tighter and press your thumb under the head."

Squeezing the base doesn't get much response for him. It helps to hold back the growing pleasure. And the delicate touch makes his cock jump excitedly, seeking more.

"You're getting it." He brushes his thumb across Caleb's lower lip before he leans up and kisses him deeply. "Such a quick study. What a good wizard you are."

Shaun need not worry about Caleb feeling pressured. He takes instructions efficiently and eagerly. His fist tightens, his thumb traces the shape of the thick head before pressing beneath, encouraging pleasure from Shaun in the way he's told to with an almost single-minded finesse, focused. He's skilled with his hands, he knows that he is, and Shaun's encouragement and acknowledgement feeds that often neglected side of his ego that wants--needs--to be told how good he is.

The hunger in the way Caleb returns Shaun's kiss is unmistakable. He works his cock over between them with one hand while his lips part for Shaun's tongue. It's all slow and purposeful, a wonderfully satisfying rising heat. He's almost lightheaded, though whether that's from the hot water or the sex or a combination of the two is difficult to say.

What's certain is that he is a quick study, just as Shaun says, and that praise goes straight to his cock.

"Perhaps you will let me use my mouth also," he suggests softly. "It would be remiss of me not to demonstrate that particular skill."

The desire to touch Caleb in return is rising each second. Shaun is rarely so passive. He greatly enjoys Caleb and his clever hands but he would like his own chance to draw out moans and sighs from the wizard in his lap. Patience, though, is one of Shaun's better traits. He can wait to take this wizard apart piece by piece.

"So eager to show off," he teases gently as he nuzzles along Caleb's jaw. "I adore it, Caleb. Your confidence is arousing."

But the bath is not a good place for a blowjob. He doesn't find the risk of drowning very sexy. Shaun slides an arm around the small of Caleb's back and the other against his ass. With a grunt of effort he stands and lifts Caleb so he can turn around and set him down on the edge of the tub.

He's no adventurer but Shaun has his moments of strength. That's about what he can manage. "Let's make ourselves more comfortable out of the water, shall we? And we'll see if you are as good as you claim with that mouth of yours."

It's a strange relief to hear that Shaun interprets this as confidence on Caleb's part. He isn't going to contest it, even if it isn't entirely accurate. Confidence in his capabilities, sure. But mostly it's an embarrassingly deep-seated want to be wanted, and if he's good at this, if he's useful, he can earn that. He clings to that hope, feels it fill him with every reassurance Shaun gives, verbal and physical.

The indication that Shaun wants to move him out of the water comes as something of a surprise, as Caleb had intended the opposite, but he doesn't protest in the least. In fact, Shaun's show of physical strength--and it does seem like a show, in a way--is arousing by itself. When Caleb finds himself planted on the lip of the tub, both arms now curled around Shaun's neck for stability, he lets out a soft huff of laughter, both surprised and pleased. His fingers sift into Shaun's thick black hair, soft and damp and fragrant, and he takes a slow, shaky deep breath that fills his chest. Gods, Shaun smells so good.

"I--ja, okay," Caleb breathes, a little dazed. It feels so natural to spread his thighs around Shaun's waist, a slide of warm, wet skin against skin, and dip forward to kiss him again, even if it waylays what they're discussing for a moment. Shaun's lips are distracting, and his kisses are potent and heady, dizzying in the best way.

How is it not confidence to reach out to someone, a practical stranger, and ask to be wanted? They could have that philosophical debate another time. Shaun's cock is not happy about losing Caleb's touch.

He steps fully between Caleb's legs and wraps a hand around both of their cocks. It's a tricky thing given the size of his own cock but worth it for the feel of Caleb's own hard and needy against his.

"It's been driving me mad not touching you," he says against Caleb's lips. "Your hands are incredible. So talented, so clever just like you. But oh, sitting back to let you explore I wanted to do so much more."

He presses a surprisingly tender kiss against Caleb's cheek. "I imagine it'll feel the same with your mouth on me."

A soft groan slips from Caleb's lips as Shaun gathers them both together. His cock throbs against Shaun's and his hips twitch forward just a little, involuntary. When he has the chance, he glances down between them to see the contrast of their skin, how Shaun's length looks pressed against his own. His fingers tighten in the other man's hair, eyes fluttering closed against that image, especially coupled with the warm honey of his voice and the sweet way he kisses his cheek. It's too much. If he looks, he'll just want to frot like this, wanton and shameless, until he spills against Shaun's cock.

He's been with big men before, here and before here, and has never really thought of himself as having a preference or a type, when his interest so often tends to be based on a mental or emotional attraction that is more important than physical appearance. But it's hard to deny a pattern when it makes itself so apparent.

Instead of indulging himself, he gives a shallow nod and a soft hum of agreement. It isn't even a difficult choice, really. At the moment he wants more of Shaun's praise more than he wants to work toward his own orgasm. And quite frankly, he just wants to suck him off. Giving oral sex has always been his favorite.

"I imagine you will be too distracted with my mouth on you," he can't help teasing just a little, low and soft-spoken between them. "That is my intent, at least."

One day, Shaun hopes to see Caleb fully shameless and embracing pleasure without concern. The hint of it now, the way Caleb rocks against him for even just a moment speaks to depths of passion Shaun has yet to pull from the man.

Another time. Hopefully.

"If it's as good at sucking cock as it is at kissing I will most definitely have a hard time thinking about anything else." Shaun gives their cocks one more squeeze before he draws just a bit away. "Let me get something so we're comfortable."

He gives Caleb a quick peck on the lips before he climbs out of the bath. Shaun goes to the bundle of towels and takes two, folding them together neatly. "Here, if you'd rather kneel this should be more comfortable for you."

Shaun puts the towels down on the tiled floor of the bathroom and then pets his fingers through Caleb's hair. "All I want is your mouth, handsome, you decide the rest."

The wait as Shaun gathers a few towels, brief as it is, allows Caleb to steady himself a little. But of course, that's quickly ruined again. Fingers card through his hair in a way he really enjoys, and he feels himself blushing at being called handsome, of all things. Even halfway through a sexual encounter, such compliments still render him speechless.

"I...would like to kneel, yes," he confirms, and moves to do so, knees cushioned on the folded towels. Realizing that he's the one calling the shots here, that Shaun is happy to take his instruction about how he wants this to proceed, is interesting. It forces him to voice his desires in a way that he normally wouldn't, which is both slightly embarrassing and strangely arousing.

Nervously, Caleb's tongue wets his lips and his fingers curl against his thighs. He shivers, though he doesn't feel cold in the least, surrounded by warm steam and kneeling on heated tiles.

"You should stand or sit however is comfortable and still allows you to move," he suggests, hoping that reads as so that you can fuck my mouth as much as he intends it to. "I, ah, enjoy hands in my hair when I do this. You can tug or guide me that way to show me what you like." He's glancing back and forth between Shaun's face and his own lap as he says this, holding his gaze for a moment before he looks down again at his own anxiously flexing fingers, itching for something else to touch, and his cock still flushed and stiff between his legs.

Look at that, a little give and Caleb voices his desires. Shaun will remember that.

It's arousing to hear that lovely accent speaking of what he wants and the soft way he does it, so honest about it. Shaun almost shivers in delight. Yes there are a few nerves but he figures they can smooth those out.

"Oh, I intend to stand." And he does, right in front of where Caleb is kneeling. He pets his fingers through Caleb's hair again, slower and with more purpose this time. He tightens his grip slightly so he can pull and tilt Caleb's head back. "I want to see your eyes, darling. I like watching your pleasure through them. And they're such a beautiful blue color. I adore blue eyes."

He takes a half step closer to rub his cock against Caleb's cheek. "Go ahead. You should grip my thighs for balance. If I ever get too rough with you I want you to tap twice on my right thigh. Is that good for you?"

Because Shaun can guess there's a desire in Caleb to have his mouth fucked and given his size he wants to be sure they both enjoy it. Gagging is only sexy when everyone is willing.

There's no resistance when Shaun tilts his head back. At this angle he's all but forced to look up at him--exactly what Shaun wants, apparently, given the compliments about his eyes. Gods, Caleb doesn't think he's ever been flattered so thoroughly by a partner. It only makes him want to please Shaun more. To keep his eyes focused up at him, intent, even as they flutter with pleased surprise when the wet head of Shaun's cock nudges his cheek, rasping just a little against what stubble has grown back since a fresh shave yesterday.

"Mm," he confirms dreamily, clearly already a little distracted. As instructed, hands raise to hold Shaun's thighs, pleased to find plenty of soft flesh there to anchor him. Idly, he demonstrates the movement to prove he's understood. Tap tap, two fingers moving in quick succession where his hand grips. "Sehr gut."

Caleb's lips are already red and a little swollen from kissing when he tips his face to start mouthing at Shaun's cock, wet lips catching against the crown and tongue sliding out to lap gently at the slit. His lashes have lowered a little, but his blue eyes, heated and dark with arousal, are still focused up just as asked. He's as eager to watch Shaun as Shaun is to watch him.

"Very good." Shaun hadn't expected the demonstration and he's clearly, openly pleased that Caleb showed him he understood. "Such a smart man."

It was too late to lean down and kiss him. Caleb's mouth is already busy working over the head. He keeps rocking against his mouth watching the head of his cock disappear between those soft, swollen lips.

His fingers, still buried in Caleb's hair, start to massage his blunt nails dragging against his scalp. "Already feel so good. Show me what you can do, darling."

Besides the gentle rocking of his hips he lets Caleb have control for now. A little time to let him get used to the size of his cock is always polite. They'll build up to fucking Caleb's mouth. He's also certain Caleb's more willing to ask for what he wants now as well.

Though Caleb hardly needs the encouragement now that he's gotten a taste of Shaun's cock, hearing it still feels good. The gratifying scrape of fingers in his hair spreads down his spine and throughout his body, a pleasant tingle that settles heavy in his limbs. He breathes in deeply through his nose as his lips stretch fully around the head and he gives a first soft suck. His jaw aches a little, but it's a feeling Caleb is familiar with by now, one he relishes as proof of a job well done. Normally he would use his hands for this as well, twist them in clever strokes around what length he can't reach with his mouth. But he leaves them planted on Shaun's thighs for now, content to see how much he can take first and even toying with the idea of letting Shaun push those limits a little. It's an exciting thought.

For now Caleb sinks down slowly, taking one inch and then the next as his tongue cradles the underside. He isn't anywhere near the base--not even halfway--when he pulls back at the first tickle in his throat, but the point isn't to get as far as he can on the first attempt. It's to work up to it and get Shaun worked up in the process.

So he pulls off almost entirely, smearing his mouth with saliva and blinking up at the man above him. He lets the tip nudge between his lips again and sucks delicately, but soon deviates with flicks of his tongue, seeking out a sensitive spot beneath the curve of the head. The same place Shaun had directed his fingers earlier.

00. Arrival

I. Laid Bare Basics

II. Tattoo to You, Too

III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl

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