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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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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.

The slowness is the perfect torture. Shaun watches those inches disappearing into the warm, slick wetness of Caleb's mouth with his tongue right there. Gods, it's beautiful. More arousing. Precome dribbles from the tip and it doesn't seem like Caleb minds the taste at all.

He licks his own lips as Caleb teases the head with his tongue. "You remembered. That feels so good, darling. Right there."

Shaun moans, the sound echoing around the bathing chamber. The stone reflects it perfectly. "Now suck a little harder for me," he says his voice a low rumble. "Get your lips nice and tight around the head, perfect. Such a good lover you are."

Of course he remembered. He's never going to forget that Shaun is sensitive there, just like he's never going to forget the sound of his moan when his works his tongue over that spot. And once he learns, he's never going to forget how he likes to be sucked off. But Shaun doesn't know that--not yet, anyway.

More than up to following instructions, Caleb concentrates on pursing his lips tight and sucking hard, bobbing his head forward a little as he does so to take the next several inches slowly into his mouth. His fingers squeeze at Shaun's thighs, but there is no tap. He's gripping to remind himself not to move his hands just yet. He's going to need to be braced if Shaun is going to fuck him like this, which he's still very much after.

This is a motion Caleb draws back and repeats, keeping the same tight suction and the same attentive gaze up at Shaun. It gets smoother and easier as he continues, as Shaun's cock becomes slick and Caleb adjusts to his girth, the way he stretches his lips and sits heavy and hot on his tongue. He doesn't push himself just yet, but he feels a little pleasantly lightheaded anyway, just as he has throughout this encounter, buoyed by praise and arousal.

Shaun always hoped he was unforgettable.

The smoothness as Caleb settles in is what Shaun has been waiting for. His grip in his hair becomes more steady, more controlling. He can see the ease with which Caleb takes the first few inches of his cock now... it's time to test the wizard with the rest.

"Alright, darling... get ready." Shaun feels it was only fair to give him some warning and not simply dive right in.

He starts with steady thrusts, not deep but firm to test how well Caleb handles that. His holds the back of his head to keep the other man from drawing away. He was now very clearly Shaun's to use... which he felt the other man was looking for on some level.

"Look at that," he says between breathes as he continues to drive a few more inches into the tight, wet suction of Caleb's mouth. "You do have a very talented mouth. Take a deep breath. I want to see how deep you can take me."

Which he would do slowly. He holds Caleb firmly as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper until he feels the head of his cock nudging against the back of Caleb's mouth.

As Shaun holds him steady and Caleb feels him press deeper into his mouth, he quickly realizes that this is exactly what he wants. Shaun is firm without being rough, clearly in control, but also considerate and encouraging. It's perfect.

And Caleb does remarkably well, especially for his first time letting someone do this to him in what is, suffice to say, a while. He takes the first few thrusts easily, sucking diligently as Shaun rocks in and out of his mouth at his leisure. And when he presses deeper, Caleb breathes in slowly and takes it.

Past the point where Caleb had stopped himself before, he has to swallow hard to stop himself from gagging. He feels his eyes watering up, involuntary, and blinks to clear his vision. But it's somehow gratifying to be used like this, to know that Shaun is proud of him for it. Even feeling that thick cock on the verge of pushing into his throat, he wants to prove that he's good, that he can take more. Perhaps he's overconfident, but gods, he wants it. But he can't say please with his mouth full. So instead he moans, soft and needy, lips working to pull more of Shaun into his mouth, tugging at his hair tangled in Shaun’s grasp.

"Oh, you want more?"

It's impossible to miss the way Caleb grabs at him and tries to push himself forward. He feels the pull of Caleb's hair between his fingers. It's a wonderfully needy gesture that makes Shaun smile.

This man's passion is right under the surface. Just a little coaxing and Caleb Widogast had opened up like a beautiful bloom. Shaun let him struggle for a moment just to watch him want so much.

"Let's try a little bit more."

Shaun presses his cock deeper and nudges the head against the back of Caleb's throat. He watches him closely to make sure it doesn't get to be too much for Caleb who might not ask for it to stop. He seems the type to push himself too far to Shaun. So he will make up for it.

In those moments that Shaun deliberately denies him, keep his hold tight on the red hair in his grasp, Caleb feels absolutely desperate for it. Which makes it all the more gratifying when he gets what he wants, has to let his jaw go lax as Shaun pushes in deeper. The sheer relief he feels is overwhelming, and his cock throbs with it, untouched.

The reality of taking Shaun into his throat is more intense than he imagined. It becomes harder to breathe even through his nose, and he has to actively work to suppress his gag reflex again, fingers tightening against Shaun's thighs and throat constricting before relaxing. He feels tears welling up again, and this time they trail down his cheeks when he determinedly blinks them away.

This isn't easy, but somehow the struggle makes it all the more worthwhile. Like he's really earning Shaun's praise. And if he didn't need his hands braced against those thick thighs at the moment, he'd certainly have one between his own, stroking himself off. He doubts he'd even need very much at this point to make himself come, keyed up as he is.

Shaun tests Caleb's limits for a minute, gauging how much was too much by Caleb's response. The tears. The trembling fingers. The tightness of his throat. It's remarkable how determined Caleb is and how incredibly arousing that fact is.

He still pulls him back once that minute is up with his grip on Caleb's hair. "You took that so well. Caleb, darling, I am so impressed with you."

He reaches down with his free hand and brushes away the few lingering tears. "Even more impressive... you haven't touched yourself." Shaun brushes his knuckles against Caleb's cheek, soothing and gentle. "I can see how hard you are and yet you keep your hands on me. You keep working to please me. Aren't you incredible? Just a wonder. A treasure, my darling."

All the praise is genuine. Caleb has really won him over in this little encounter of theirs. He would gladly sleep with the man again without the magical tattoo. "Now, tell me, do you want to come with my cock in your mouth or do you want me to fuck you?"

Caleb feels like he's drifting. Shaun's words echo in his head, filling him with a sense of warm purpose. His breathing is uneven, fingers twitchy, and all he wants, when the sorcerer pulls out of his throat, out of his mouth, is to do it again. To keep going. His vision clears as Shaun wipes the clinging moisture from his eyes, but everything feels soft, muted. It's good. He's good, according to Shaun, who can't seem to stop gushing about him, every commendation and endearment a balm to his mind and an equally potent spark of arousal.

Does he want Shaun to fuck him? Of course he does. He imagines bending over one of the benches, or feeling Shaun crowd him up against one of the cool stone walls, his larger body a heated presence at his back. But there is something so viscerally satisfying about the praise he's getting for working Shaun over with his mouth, for his skill and his selfless attention. And that is what he wants acknowledged.

His eyes are bright, if still a little misty as he meets Shaun's, speaking softly. "The former, I think. I want to..." His voice sounds more than a little rough, throat scratchy with use. "I want you to--to come on my face." That is a string of words he never would have expected to say aloud. But they feel a little less embarrassing here, where he feels so cocooned in this moment, separated from any expectations that are not Shaun Gilmore's. Everything else feels momentarily inconsequential. And what better occasion is there, with a way to clean up so readily available? "I can take care of myself."

Truthfully, this is not the first time, even here, that he's finished himself while sucking someone off.

"Oh, darling, I would love to mark you." Shaun brushes his thumb back and forth across Caleb's cheek. All those freckles hidden under shots of his come? Yes, that sent a warm and slightly dark fissure of pleasure through him. He would absolutely love to mark Caleb like that. Sure, it would be washed off but Shaun would have a very pleasant memory of owning this man for a little while.

Such a lovely man to own as well.

"What about another test, darling Caleb?" Shaun moves his thumb to brush against Caleb's lower lip. "Do you think you can touch yourself while I fuck your mouth and not come?"

His tone was playful, warm. A friendly challenge instead of skeptical or demanding. He was curious if Caleb wanted to play that game with him. He had a choice and always would have a choice when he was with Shaun.

"I would like to see you painted with my come while you come," he explains as he licks his lips. "And I want to see you pleasure yourself while trying to take my cock. But... I don't want you to come until after me."

Caleb clearly got a lot of pleasure from focusing on Shaun but he wants Caleb to get more from this. To feel his absolutely best. If he felt he could touch himself and not come then Shaun wants that for him. "But don't say yes if you can't. There's no shame in that. I'm glad I make you feel that good. But you've risen to every challenge I've given you. Do you think you can take one more?"

And then he would fuck Caleb's mouth until he came.

A knot of nervous anticipation unwinds within Caleb's chest at Shaun's easy acceptance. His enthusiastic agreement, even. And his attention is all Shaun's, hanging on his every word. There's an almost immediate nod at his suggestion, Caleb eager as ever to please.

Don't say yes if you can't, Shaun warns, but even knowing how quickly he can come when he's as aroused as he is now, Caleb is determined. He's confident that he can stop if he gets close, that he can edge himself to keep from spilling before Shaun finishes over his face. The mere thought of it causes a hot thrill of excitement low in his stomach.

"I want to try," he says, quiet but resolved. Gods, his voice is wrecked already, and likely only to get worse. "Give me the chance and I will do as you ask. Please."

He doesn't anticipate there being any real consequence of failing apart from his own disappointment in himself. If what he's observed so far holds true, Shaun will likely praise him for his attempt anyway. But Caleb doesn't want to be praised for trying; he wants to succeed.

00. Arrival

I. Laid Bare Basics

II. Tattoo to You, Too

III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl

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