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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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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.

"Aren't you adorable?" Shaun can't help but say as Caleb nods, so willing and eager to please. It's an endearing trait and intoxicating. He does enjoy the power and trust Caleb has placed in him to dictate their mutual pleasure.

"I would give you a hundred chances, darling." He bends forward so he can press a kiss to the top of Caleb's head. Because if he does fail Shaun wouldn't punish him. He doesn't find humiliation sexy. They'd simply have to try again and again until Caleb did succeed.

When he straights again Shaun holds his cock at the base and guides it back to Caleb's mouth. "Now, open up and brace yourself. I'm dying to fuck your mouth and see if you can take me to the base."

Probably not. Most people couldn't without a lot of practice or skill. He suspects Caleb will love the challenge though.

As soon as those pretty lips part Shaun pushes his cock in. He holds the back of Caleb's head again and does start fucking his mouth with firm strong thrusts. Not completely unrestrained but a lot rougher than before. If Caleb can handle that and enjoys it Shaun will get rougher with him.

The thrill of a real challenge burns hot in Caleb's blood as his lips part again for Shaun's cock. It slides between them smooth as anything, slick and hot and heavy. He's going to rubbing his jaw all day tomorrow, but it will be entirely worth it.

His right hand remains on Shaun's thigh with the dual purpose of holding himself steady and warning Shaun if it gets to be too much. His left though slips down between his own legs, and he can't help a low, muffled moan as his fingers curl around his shaft. There is nothing hesitant about the way he strokes himself, slow and thorough, finding it too gratifying after his self-denial.

The weight of Shaun's hand cradling the back of his head is grounding when Caleb finds himself sinking all too quickly again, cheeks hollowing as he sucks dutifully, tonguing at the thick head every time he gets the chance. He definitely can't take Shaun all the way to the base, evidenced by the way his throat seizes when he pushes too deep. But he doesn't tap out either, as long as it isn't consistent, letting the sorcerer cultiave a rougher, more demanding pace.

Even then, Caleb tries not to take his eyes off him--even when they fill with reflexive tears again, even when he has to force himself to breathe, even when a surge of pleasure courses through him, his focus remains on Shaun.

It's a beautiful thing to watch Caleb surrender to him again and trust that Shaun wouldn't hurt him. He loves the slightly glazed look in his eyes and the way his throat shudder when Shaun presses too deep.

"Breathe, darling. Breathe," Shaun warns him before he slows and deliberately presses in deeper, deeper, and deeper until he knows he's choking his lover on the thickness of his cock. Just for a few seconds. Just for a minute. Just for the challenge that Caleb craves so much and for Shaun's own pleasure of his seizing throat.

And then he draws back right to the head so Caleb can get his breath back. Shaun shudders slightly. The pleasure still aches through him, a pleasant heat that makes him want more.

"That was very good, Caleb. You took that so well. Such a skillful mouth you have, my darling." He scratches the back of Caleb's head to further reinforce his approval of him. "Now I'm going to fuck your face and not stop until I come all over your pretty face."

So Caleb would have some warning, at least.

When Shaun draws back far enough to allow it, Caleb greedily draws in heavy, ragged breaths while he has the chance, chest heaving with it. His jaw is slack, but his tongue traces the curve of the head of Shaun's cock resting heavily on it. The only reason he doesn't lean back into the fingers scratching through his hair is that it means it would slip out of his mouth, and he doesn't want that.

Instead he hums a soft affirmation, acknowledgement that he heard and understands the sorcerer's intention.

Everything is a warm, steamy haze, and all that matters in the moment is that Shaun is pleased with his performance. Arousal thrums through him, a steady pulse that he keeps from building to a crest through sheer force of will. He has to slow the pace of his hand moving over his own length, teasing himself rather than pushing toward orgasm. He won't last if he really touches himself like he wants to, and he wants to last. Shaun had asked him to.

Everything is quickly building to a thunderous end for Shaun. He keeps Caleb steady as he fucks his mouth moving quick and hard, though careful not to gag Caleb too often. He doesn't mind things getting a little sloppy or making them a little difficult.

Caleb has taken everything Shaun has given him and embraced it. He's done everything Shaun has asked and done it brilliantly. His mouth his just incredible. Seeing him on his knees like this so eager to please? It's a vision. Shaun adores seeing those lust clouded blue eyes.

"Oh, oh, here we are..." Shaun bites his lower lip as the first wave of his orgasm rolls through him. He yanks Caleb back by his hair to pull his cock out of his mouth. He strokes himself over his face watching him with an intense heavy gaze.

He cried out as he came fighting against the urge to close his eyes so he could see the heavy streaks of come splashing across Caleb's face. He does his best not to get any across his eyes but well, it's a bit hard to aim while his body is full of nearly overwhelming pleasure.

"Now come," he orders, his tone warm and inviting.

The world narrows to Caleb's immediate senses; the taste and the heat and the weight of Shaun's cock, the way his throat flutters when he pushes just barely past his limit. The way he looks, bronze skin flushed and eyes dark with arousal, the gorgeous curve of his lips parted to draw in heavier breaths as he fucks Caleb's face, as he gets closer, using his warm, pliant mouth to bring himself to orgasm.

There is something strangely comforting about it. Isolated, safe, being both used and appreciated. It's almost a shame when it ends. Almost, because Caleb has been waiting for this.

There's a soft whimper as his hair is tugged sharply to pull him off Shaun's cock. His swollen lips remain parted just slightly, and his eyes, half-lided and watching Shaun stroke himself, flutter closed as the first warm shot of come falls over his cheek. He feels more streak his face, thick across his mouth and chin and nose. Unable to resist the desire to taste, his tongue darts out to lick his lips in the same moment that Shaun commands him to come.

Fuck, finally, he's so close. Satisfaction already warms him from the inside out, wearing the proof of how well he's done against his skin. His hand starts moving in earnest again, hips rocking gently as he fucks into the slick, tight circle of his fist. It's quick and dirty, and hardly twenty seconds pass between Shaun's orgasm and Caleb's. Still clutching at Shaun's thigh with his other hand, he shudders, body tensing, and spills over his own knuckles and the towel under him. He barely makes a sound beyond a hoarse gasp rasping from his wrecked throat.

Caleb might be too focused on his orgasm to notice but for a brief moment a rune appears in the center of Shaun's forehead as he draws on his natural abilities and strengthens his constitution so he doesn't simply collapse to his knees with the wonderful post-sex burn out. The rune fades in a few seconds leaving no trace of itself behind.

The island took his spells but it couldn't cut him off from magic completely. His natural sorcerer abilities were firmly there which is actually a huge relief for him.

With his constitution restored Shaun slowly gets to his knees and gently pulls Caleb into his arms. "You did so well, darling. What a brilliant lover you are." The praise pours naturally out of him, full of warmth and affection. All of it genuine and truly meant. That was a fantastic encounter with a powerful orgasm.

Now, though, Shaun's focus is entirely on looking after Caleb. He knows that this is needed. He doesn't want to leave Caleb adrift or struggling to right himself after something like that.

He pushes Caleb's hair back from his face and kisses his forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up when you feel you can make it back to the water, hm? And then I think a drink of something cool and perhaps a little nap are in order."

Until then, he gently holds Caleb in his arms and continues calling him sweet terms and praising him for his talents.

Somehow, Caleb doesn't expect to be pulled into an embrace afterward. He's still reeling, the dregs of pleasure from his orgasm still threading through his body making him weak and shaky, so it's all he can do not to completely collapse into Shaun's arms when he's pulled close. He feels a mess, but not in an unpleasant way just yet. Shaun only serves to reinforce that with his praise, which settles warmly in Caleb in a slightly different way now than before he'd come.

He doesn't even think to check the tattoo. While he certainly hasn't forgotten the initial reason for all of this, it somehow feels less consequential now. Shaun is being so terribly tender, and Caleb can't help being drawn in by it. Wanting that like it's his reward for a job well done.

"I don't need to sleep," he protests softly, though that may not be entirely true. He just doesn't want to do it unprotected in an unfamiliar place. "But a drink, ja. Please."

He attempts to get up and move toward the water, but his quivering limbs still won't quite cooperate well enough. His eyes blink open slowly, carefully, but encounters no resistance.

Only a heartless monster would abandon Caleb in this state. Shaun knew needed a little extra attention after something so intense.

"Mmm, alright we'll hold off on the sleep for now." He's willing to compromise on that for now. He doesn't want to ruin a peaceful mood with an argument.

And Caleb, clearly needing to prove something tried to get up. He looked like a new born colt the way he struggles for a moment. Shaun puts an arm around his waist and begins to guide him towards the water.

"Hopefully there's something around here that isn't spiked." He helps Caleb to one of the benches in the water and then retrieves a washcloth. He dips it in the water, takes a gentle hold of Caleb's chin and starts washing his face with tender touches.

"Thank you for this," he says with a gentle smile. "I really enjoyed it."

It feels a little ridiculous, needing Shaun's help just to make it back into the water. But it's comfortingly warm to be submerged again, and the stone is solid beneath him, grounding, as is Shaun's continued touch as he begins cleaning off his face. Caleb might protest that he could handle at least that much himself, but Shaun seems pleased to do it, and Caleb isn't going to deny the man the chance to take care of him if that is what he wants.

It's much easier to think of it that way.

Caleb remains mostly quiet throughout the process until Shaun's thanks compels him to speak, and to examine his own feelings about what had transpired between them. Contrary to his worry when he'd first discovered the tattoo, he now feels content and satisfied. And more than just a means to an end, this had been a positive experience in and of itself. Perhaps that shouldn't be so surprising, but Caleb doesn't normally do this. But he'd gotten everything he wanted. He can only conclude that he'd gotten very, very lucky to find a partner in Shaun.

"So did I." He offers a smile in return, bashful but genuine. "I should be thanking you."

"You absolutely can," he grins and give Caleb a wink. "But I hope you realize how much I enjoy doing that. I adore making my partners feel good. It makes me feel good."

After cleaning Caleb's face he leans in and gives him a gentle peck on the lips. "Now, give me a moment here, darling."

He steps out of the water, still gloriously naked and shameless over it. His personal belongings are still with him even though he asked the warforged to wash his clothes. He pulls a wooden domino from a pouch and concentrates. A rune glows on the wooden surface and then a Heroes' Feast appears.

This is food he can trust.

Shaun grabs a pitcher, takes a sniff, and it's apple juice. He pours a goblet and brings it over to Caleb. "Here, that drink I promised you."

And a little showing off. He's more than just a big dick and confidence.

Appreciating the view as Shaun crosses the room again certainly isn't beyond Caleb, who leans against the edge of the bath to watch him. And he's glad he did; otherwise he would have missed his unexpected casting. "Remarkable," he murmurs, mostly to himself, though even the soft rasp of his voice is audible in this room.

He accepts the goblet with a bewildered shake of his head, amazed and intrigued.

"Thank you. It seems you are a generous man in every respect, Shaun Gilmore." The juice is sweet and cool, perfect for his parched mouth, and he finishes the goblet quickly. It's deeply fortifying, which only serves to confirm that it must be what he thought, even if it shouldn't be possible this way. "Is this...a Heroes' Feast?"

"It is." Shaun smirks slightly as he brings the pitcher of juice over to the edge of the bath. He sits down and dips his legs into the water. "I enchanted the dominos years ago to help my friends when they couldn't cast it for themselves."

He could tell by the way Caleb asked the question that he knew it was a spell no sorcerer should be able to cast.

"Casting the impossible is a talent of mine." Shaun would happily explain how he did it. He liked talking about magic and his skill. It was a fine line to walk because of what someone like Caleb could use him for but he didn't think Caleb would do that.

The wizard was... well, he didn't seem the type and Shaun was a good judge of character.

"I will have a list of questions about that at some point in the near future," Caleb says faintly, like he might already be making that list in his head. "If you are at all inclined to a discussion of arcane theory outside, ah," he lifts a hand from the water to indicate the room at large, but also to encapsulate the fact that we just had sex, "this setting."

He leans back against the stone wall of the bath behind him, sinks a little further into the water just to feel its warmth, and considers his next request for a long moment before he makes it. Shaun probably won't refuse, he reasons, but Caleb is cautious by default.

"For now, could we...play that game again? The guessing one from earlier. Just for a short while."

It would be nice to have Shaun close again for that reassuring skinship, and to have something to concentrate on so that he can clear the fog from his mind.

Shaun chuckles and nods. “I would love to talk magic with you. One of my best friends back home is a very powerful wizard. We often meet for dinner and conversation. Her wife finds us amusing.”

Oh, he would miss dinner with Allura and Kima. Those were lovely nights. Hopefully, neither will worry too much when he doesn’t schedule another one. Or when Sherri sounds the alarm that he’s missing. He’ll worry about that once he’s settled and understands the island better.

At Caleb’s request he slides back into the water and turns to face Caleb. “Of course we can. It’s a fun game, isn’t it?”

And this time Shaun would make sure his touches weren’t sexual. He isn’t try to rile Caleb up again though the temptation is there. The tattoo has faded away now. There’s not need for more. Now, of Caleb seduces him Shaun will certain give enthusiastic consent.

“Let’s see... something to challenge you...” Shaun draws a constellation across Caleb’s shoulders. He’s curious to see just how many subjects Caleb knows. He seems very bright. And his skin is so soft and warm from the water. It’s a delight to touch.

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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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