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TDM 001
| TDM 001: TFLU |
 ( 1 ) After leaving the teleportation chamber, you are gently coaxed out of the hospital and encouraged to find a place to stay. Maybe you've had time to check out your A5 app. Maybe you're just settling in. It's cloudy, overcast, cold -- you'll want to seek out someplace warm. Also, your device is beeping. A lot. The tech on the island works, it just doesn't work right. You can't seem to send a message to the correct person. It's time for... Texts From Last Universe( 2 ) What's this? Your bingo card has just been beamed to a stranger's inbox...?! ( sample A5 cards -- NSFW, may contain triggering content, please feel free to use/ignore as you see fit) ( 3 ) And now you're receiving messages from other users that they don't remember sending: Nice shirt. It would look better on my floor. 10/10 would ride it into the sunset. This user thinks you're attractive. u up? 🍆 ( 4 ) Once you figure out that the robots have been hacking your devices, it's no easy feat to track one down and demand they stop. "So The Augur wills!" they wail in a monotone. "So it is done!" Any attempt to actually contact The Augur and get back into the hospital will be met with beefy robot bodyguards, who suggest taking a gentler approach to fix your devices. If you know what they mean. Wink. (This is your overt kink prompt. Please label any threads accordingly.) Note: All prompts are optional. The theme for this TDM is "malfunctioning devices." They can be fixed by indulging in the squares on your cards. For the sake of the TDM, you can use one of the pre-generated examples or a wildcard from the kink list. This can be used as a free bingo square completion once you have been accepted into the game. Players are welcome to wildcard their own TDM prompts; we only ask that you try to stick to the theme. N A V I G A T I O N |
this shouldn't be such a mood, and yet
It might be the first time he's genuinely laughed in a while. It probably doesn't suit him, when he usually acts so old and bitter and cynical.]
I haven't spent me life in an office staring at a screen pushing papers around, if that's what you mean. [Maybe it's not ideal, but. He thinks he's made the best of what he can, and he wouldn't have it any other way.]
But if you're inviting me to a spa and offering to soften these cuticles, I wouldn't say no... [He can uh, 'soften his cuticles' any time.]
it's chaos o clock on planet earth
But, oh, that laugh feels like maybe it's not something John usually does, so Azuma soaks it up with a smile and a little laugh of his own.]
That wasn't what I meant at all, but... [He's picking up that straying hand to inspect it, thumb sweeping over John's palm, fingertips held dangerously close to his lips. Shamelessness might be his only mode here, but it's a common sight back home, too. He was asking people to come sleep in his room (in platonic and actual-sleep fashion) almost daily before Guy moved in, after all.] ...well, you need help with that, don't you? [Another laugh, and he sweeps his thumb over John's fingertips before easing the hand back down beneath his shirt. Subtle.]
Not to jump to conclusions, but could it be that you're the pent-up type? I know that prying doesn't become anyone, but I like to understand where people are coming from. We might end up in each other's company again, after all.
where do we refund 2020
'Pent-up'? [John wrinkles his nose. Is he? A bit, maybe. Feeling like he's constantly fighting a losing battle, with no easy way out and no feasible end in sight, he feels frustrated, burdened, tired.]
Do you think so? We came seeking each other out, didn't we? [He smiles in a way that reaches the corners of his eyes before taking a deep breath, lying down properly and stretching out on the pile of bedding. He knows, that's probably not what Azuma meant either.]
I drink a lot. Alone. [A quiet confession. Not because he's ashamed. More because it's a piece of himself he's giving away to a stranger, over a casual encounter, and it's not something he does nearly often enough. He also doesn't want to turn this conversation too far down a dark road, even as he rubs Azuma's abdomen pensively.] Most things get worked out when you reach the bottom of a bottle.
I've applied for my 2020 refund let's see if it happens lmao
[A gentle call out, because he's a tease and he must.
Azuma nods, not straying too far down the road the statement about drinking could lead to, just smiling and curling close for warmth. He gets it. More than anyone here knows. Like he said, he won't pry, but now he has a vague picture of the person he's trying to soothe.
It's always like this. He can accept a casual encounter, sure, but there's that small, ceaseless urge to do more that always eats him up if he doesn't indulge it. And if he takes a moment to be honest with himself, company is the thread keeping him stitched together right now.]
Mm, I see. And what's your poison of choice? I like fine sake and international wines. Unfortunately for my troupemates, I can drink most people I know under the table.
it's not even halfway over yet, what a scam
I'll drink anything, but I'm partial to a gin and tonic, or whiskey. [He actually seems a little surprised because he wasn't expecting Azuma to be much of a drinker, let alone someone who will outlast the competition. Tilting his head, John seems to be considering him in a new light.]
Anyway. Don't think we'll find anything of that sort here. [John's priorities would be a decent place to sleep, followed by a pub, and a tiny corner store that'll sell him more cigarettes. The sorry state of his cuticles are the last thing on his mind.]
What's this about your troupemates? [John's first thought is more Cirque du Soleil than any sort of acting gig.]
For real
A person's drink of choice says a lot about them, and Azuma quietly jumps to a few conclusions about a man with a stomach strong enough to make it through an entire bottle of gin. He likes that look, the one that says he's being appraised, and the wink he offers back comes naturally and easily.]
I will do whatever I must to get a salon and suitable sake. It's a matter of necessity. If I so happen to conjure up a fully stocked bar, you'll be my first call. [Playfully, he draws a finger down one of John's cheeks. He taps his lips thoughtfully, since the contact hasn't been rejected yet. It's soothing.]
Unless you think you can't outdrink me. I won't judge if you're scared. As for my troupemates... don't laugh, but I'm actually an actor. I'm in a stage acting troupe; six of us in the troupe, 24 total in the company. It's an exciting little group, and to save on costs, we all share a dormitory on the theater grounds. I'd say I'm still an amateur at acting, even if it really is my primary job now, but I'm a bit passionate about it.
[A pause. He's saying too much, so he trails off and goes quieter.]
Was? Since we're here.
yeah... phone tagging 😒
Oh I think I can outdrink you mate. [It's not necessarily something he's proud of. Enough people who have been stupid enough to care about him have been telling him over the years that he might have a problem for him to know that his binges are far beyond 'normal' thresholds.
He's not laughing, about the acting thing. Azuma could have said Calvin Klein underwear model and he wouldn't have laughed either, honestly. He's pretty sure he hasn't seen him before, but that doesn't mean anything. John isn't a voracious consumer of most sorts of media. He barely turns on the telly unless there's a game on, let alone seen anything on stage.]
I'm sure the opportunity will come. People will get bored of this place, even if there's loads of uh, 'adult entertainment' to go around.
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Oh no. I feel like you're comforting me. That's usually my job. My... other job, that will go better here than acting, I'm sure.
[If he can find humor in it, he'll be fine. He's had to fend for himself for years. What's a little more? He'll just pick himself up and move forward with a heaping helping of denial.]
Do you talk to all the men and women you tangle with this way? You're going to be popular, if so.
[He's being cheeky, quite deliberately, to obscure the fact that he lurched himself into homesickness. Fake it. He's skilled.]
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Uh, no actually. I don't tend to stick around. [It's usually a quick affair, not very much unlike taking a leak. Shake his dick out, stuff it back in his trousers and away he goes. If he doesn't pass out in bed after an exhausting session and stay the night, he tries his best not to outstay his welcome.]
We don't get very far beyond the uh, 'thank you come again'. [Oop. Awkward pun. John tries not to laugh.] Quite literally. [He straightens up a bit just to grab his trenchcoat with his free hand, pulling it over and draping it half over Azuma's legs. Not enough to cover where he's resumed rubbing.]
Anyway. I'm not sure about comfort, but. Company I can do, tonight, if this half of your luxurious mansion is free. [Just casually inviting himself over. No big deal.]
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Well, then. On this rare and auspicious occasion, I'll happily host you.
[Though...] That said, you're welcome to "come again" any time. [Subtly licking his lips.] That was fun.
[Azuma is the type to stay the night, but even he knows sometimes it's best to leave. He's just the sort to take good care of people.
Now, less subtly, he reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants, more than a suggestion.]
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The touching stops momentarily while he tugs those trousers a little further down Azuma's legs. Just enough to get his cock out and work it over between his fingers and thumb, a deliberate sort of kneading and squeezing as a loose fist slides up the shaft and a thumb draws lazy, invisible circles around the head.
John leans in closer, nose bumping and nudging against Azuma's cool cheek. An indirect chase for a kiss that has him tilting his head so his lips can nip playfully at the corner of Azuma's mouth first before properly engaging in something deeper. The pace he sets belies the amount of control he's exerting over the situation, but he seems fairly eager to give, his hand never moving slow enough to leave Azuma feeling like it's lacklustre.]
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Honestly, the way he's practically being nuzzled is unexpected, half feral in Azuma's mind and half sweet. It's adorable, really, it's fun and it's the way he likes doing flings, intense in one moment and smoothly sliding into playfulness the next. A shuddering little giggle slips out, and he turns his head just enough to catch John's lips before he gets too far away. Somehow, he suspects he'll taste of something far away, like alcohol and cigarettes, but that's in no way undesirable. He likes unique people, people who make him wonder and make him want to soothe them all the more.
The stroking is working at him nicely, his hips occasionally pressing forward when the pressure is just right. A hand comes to rest on John's shoulder as he runs his tongue fleetingly over the man's lips, eager and ever a tease.]
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Striking a balance is hard, but where Azuma seems willing to give up ground, John seems to encroach further and further, nudging more insistently with his tongue, moving his knee strategically against Azuma's to keep him half pinned down with his legs spread open. His hand is cool to the touch gliding up under Azuma's shirt, dragging the fabric up and exposing most of his torso to the elements in the process.
Constantine's the type who would play. Who would stop when Azuma is too close that it would be frustrating not to be able to finish just because he wants to tease and ask what he wants to do, make him ask nicely for permission. And while he doesn't want to risk losing a playmate over cheap little thrills too early on until he gets to know him better, there is something assertive about the way he shows Azuma to try and get him to lie back down. A playful glint in his eyes. A free hand looking to get away with a particularly mean pinch and twist of his nipple, seeking avenues to push his luck.]
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It's all this perfect little storm coaxing Azuma into letting go a bit more than he normally would. He feels sometimes like a stranger to turning his pleasure over to others, but he'll try his best when someone's this eager. There's nothing about it that seems sinister or is unwanted, just eager and forceful. So he rolls onto his back with the urging in that direction, shivering at the chill while also savoring the building heat.
Back arching, the sound he makes says that he doesn't dislike rougher treatment, even if he doesn't dish it out himself.]
Oh, you tease...
[He breathes it out over a groan that slips in between the halting kisses. He wants everything at once and he's not getting it, but that need makes it all the more delightful.]
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His grip on that cock is a lot firmer now, less kneading and playing and more directed, quicker tugs. He might not last long enough to wait until John's mouth makes it the rest of the way down.]
You get tight when it hurts? [It's a quietly asked question that sounds almost innocent in that tone of voice. He could always try for himself sometime, but not tonight. He'll just think about it while he jerks Azuma off, let the younger man jolt and grind against his hand.]
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No, he's definitely not going to last much longer, certainly not with that teasing and the purposeful stroking. He's falling apart, not even bothering to curse the exhaustion already creeping in. John's doing all the work, but Azuma's been exhausted since he arrived.
That innocent tone. A scam. He loves it. And he fires back with a little ethereal, sing-song quality to his voice despite the acts.]
Wouldn't you like to know.
[His hips buck up every few strokes now, and it's taking all of his practiced self-control to not writhe at the treatment, because he's close.]
Ah... Just a little more...
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Tempting as it is to get his mouth down and dirty, letting up on his teasing might not be appreciated right now, so John's mouth resumes its previous activities whilst latched onto Azuma's nipple, sucking until the surrounding skin reddens and teasing with a progressively harder bite and grinding between his teeth.
Sometimes having a rougher hand is useful. Makes the sensation a lot more intense when he's focusing on and around the sensitive head, keeping it trapped between his curled fingers and the lower half of his thumb as he picks up the speed, rubbing and squeezing with just the tip of his dick poking out through his fist until he can feel it throbbing in his palm.]
Look at yourself. [John's voice barely more than a low growl as he heaves a half-held sigh and pulls back a bit, sliding his free hand into Azuma's hair, gripping it hard and tilting his head down so he can watch himself cum. There'll be time for soft, almost-apologetic kisses later.]
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Azuma revels in the attention, making a delighted, pitched sort of sound at the biting. It's good, he's cold and hot at once, being touched like this for the first time in a decent while.
It doesn't have to be perfect; imperfect is better. Rough and unconcerned but attentive seems to be the combination that's going to send Azuma over the edge as he throbs in John's hand, as he gasps at the last minute grip to his hair.
Tears form at the corners of his eyes at the tug, and he cries out on the tail end, eyes wrenching open because he won't deny that request. It's enough. It pushes him past the last bit of resistance and he chokes out another sound, surprised, aroused, overwhelmed, as he comes. His whole body quivers in the wake of the orgasm, hips jerking forward, fingers looking for something to hold on to and finally finding John's shirt.
As he coasts down, he clings, face buried against the other man's chest like they haven't just met, fingers clutching his sleeves. He heaves a few sighs, shuddering and ultimately amused, until a little giggle punctuates one, and he feels the tension begin to ebb away.]
Well. Pardon you.
[Teasing, breathless. He's as content as he possibly could be right now.]
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You alright love? [He seems alright, if a little on the tired side. Gentle hair touches and soothing backrubs will hopefully help to bring him down from his high a little more gently.]
Didn't even wait for me to use tongue... [John nips teasingly at his jaw. Maybe next time.]
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[He's completely exhausted, it's true. Kind of embarrassingly so. But John's being sweet enough about it that he doesn't mind as much as he might with most other strangers. Once he's settled down a little, and his breath evens out, he eases back down onto the pile of blankets and closes his eyes.]
My compliments on your skills, of course.
[Though, even if John is the love-and-leave type, Azuma is pulling him back down yet again to get some prime cuddling in. Just for a while. Falling asleep content is rare and beautiful for him. He knows he'll go back inside his own head here, so for now, he'll just enjoy this moment for what it is.]
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Maybe he'll just. Take a nap. He won't stay that long. He can grab his coat and go afterwards, when Azuma's sound asleep. It's a sheltered enough corner that John wouldn't feel too bad about it. In fact he feels worse about the fact that he'd be ditching what promises to be a good time than he does entertain the possibility that something might happen to Azuma.
Yeah. A few minutes of shut-eye won't hurt at all.]