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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...

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( 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.

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Xiao Xingchen makes a faint sound of surprise at the tongue touching his lip, and pulls back, wide-eyed.... before he laughs.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to-- it's just so strange! But it isn't... it isn't unpleasant."

His voice still sounds wrung out and shaky with the all the emotions he's gone through just now, and he might've acted without thinking. It feels as though the briefest lapse in judgement can lead to him doing this... but maybe this way, he can relief them both of this pressing need. At least it seems Song Lan trusts him enough again to do this.

He despises the fact that he has to find out this way, but he remembers what Xue Yang had done earlier. So he does his best to imitate it, even if it's more fumbling and awkward and he doesn't know what he's doing with his tongue as it slips into Song Lan's mouth.

"I know it's odd." He's not used to this either, but the next kiss has him responding, tongue just lightly shifting under Xingchen's, a little more deliberately, the kiss stoking that feeling inside him.

And when they part again, his eyes open, watching Xingchen's face before he leans in to kiss him again, this one a little more demanding, a little more deliberate.

Xiao Xingchen's hands come to rest on Song Lan's shoulders, as more of the lingering embarrassment gives way to curiosity. The more deliberate movements are almost intimidating, but the rush it creates goes Xiao Xingchen's head, overpowering all of his other muddled emotions.

His eyelids flutter shut, brow furrowing slightly as he tries to match the same intensity. Pulling back barely an inch, he sighs softly, already needing to catch his breath.

"Zichen," he murmurs against his lips. "I feel quite... hot..."

Earlier, he could put aside the strange feeling. But there's nothing that can distract him from it right now.

His robes are already uncomfortably warm as well, but it's Xingchen's words that have him inhaling a breath, gaze dropping for a moment before he clears his throat.

"I know, I feel it too." His fingers flex for a moment before he lifts his eyes, meets Xingchen's gaze.

Xiao Xingchen bites his own lip, looking distressed as he looks back at Song Lan, as he knows what this is, just... he simply doesn't know what to do from here. Yet simply staying here and doing nothing also feels impossible. Always he's tried to be assertive and do something - even when it appears he has nothing he can do - but right now he feels as if he's come to an impasse.

His thoughts return once more to Xue Yang and where he'd pressed his knee. (How often will that thought keep returning to him?) But does he dare to do such a thing? Already he feels like he's gone beyond anything he could ever imagine. At the same time, he wouldn't care what Song Lan does to him, as long as it makes him feel better.

"ZIchen, you-- um, whatever you wish to do, you should do it. And I'll do whatever you want, too. So..."

At least like that, he doesn't have to worry about crossing any boundaries or making anything awkward between them. Hopefully.

His skin flushes, remembering how Xue Yang had pinned him but now it's him pinning Xingchen and for a moment he can't breathe. Song Lan lets the vision fade, his gaze focusing on Xingchen again before he moves to his feet.

Offers Xingchen his hand. "Not on the floor." There should be a bedroom or something better than the floor.

With a brief hesitation, Xiao Xingchen takes the hand and gets to his feet as well. The floor would definitely be too unpleasant for someone like Song Lan.

The place they've wandered into is somewhat small, and unfurnished, but it has most of the necessities, even if it designs he's never seen before. He looks towards a small hallway, leading to what he would guess to be a bedroom...

Song Lan takes the lead and while the bedroom is less than ideal, the bed still looks softer than the floor would have been, at least. He lets go of Xingchen though, long enough to at least dust it off with his whisk before he removes his sword and lays it aside.

Then he turns, gaze lingering on Xingchen before he gestures to the bed, the words locked in his throat until he clears it.

"...You'd be more comfortable here, wouldn't you?"

Xiao Xingchen also puts his equipment off to the side with Song Lan's, before looking down at the bed.

"I believe so..."

Beds are generally more comfortable than the floor. If not, then there must a problem with that bed. But if there's anything else Xiao Xingchen wants to say, he finds the words caught in his throat.

So he simply sits down on the edge of the bed. His hands lie on his lap, and he looks to Song Lan to lead here as well with an almost pleading expression. Perhaps it's a burden for one to lead when neither of them seem to know very well what they're doing. Still, he hopes Song Lan doesn't mind how Xiao Xingchen imposes on him this way, as the alternative would likely... be far more embarrassing.

He wants something, but he isn't sure what it really is.

He moves, stops in front of Xingchen for a moment watching him, studying his face before he reaches out a hand, fingers just brushing against his robes, the contact brief. It's something he's never thought to ask about before, even in all their travels years ago.

But something inside him wants to see Xingchen, wants to touch more than just his face.

"..Can I?"

For some reason he doesn't know, Xiao Xingchen's heart races a little faster as he watches Song Lan's hand. But he feels a bit of his nervousness disperse with a shaky laugh.

"Didn't I just say that you should do what you like? You don't have to ask me for anything, Zichen. I'll give you whatever you need."

Without any questions.

"I know what you said, but I'm still going to ask in case you change your mind." Which he's allowed to do anyway, but he confirmation of permission is enough to have his hands moving, fingers finding the belt of Xingchen's robes and loosening it.

He still hesitates a moment before reaching to slide the outer layers of robing off, though, his hands resting on Xingchen's shoulders when he's down to just the innermost layer.

"...But you can also...do what you want to do to me." Song Lan adds, hands dropping back to his sides.

"I assure you... I won't change my mind."

Xiao Xingchen's heart was already fluttering wildly, but now his heart feels like it's beating against his chest with only his innermost robe covering him, his blush burning his face and ears. But even that robe feels like too much between them with the warmth of Song Lan's hands he feels through it.

"But if you take too long, then I'll just have to take charge myself."

The words are facetious - Xiao Xingchen still can't imagine himself leading here - but he manages to laugh quietly at the idea.

The last layer is the one he's most careful with, his fingers pushing that fabric away after long moment of silence before he drops his hands to his own robes, taking off everything but the last layer. Then he just steps forward, pushing gently before he's on top of Xingchen on the bed, head dipping to kiss him again, his hands sliding over Xingchen's arms before laces their fingers together, at least briefly.

And when he pulls back, his eyes lock with Xingchen's for a moment before he takes a breath, letting go of one hand to just brush fingertips along his side.

With Song Lan's guiding, Xiao Xingchen moves easily with him, lying himself back against the bed. He has the briefest moment of hesitance, but only because he sees the face of his dearest friend above him. As their kiss breaks, he looks as if he's seeing him for the first time, eyes filled with wonder and disbelief.

He had always known that Song Lan was quite handsome. This is just realizing how much of an understatement that was!

Noticing his own pause, he lightly squeezes Song Lan's hand as another small sign to continue.

The warmth of the fingertips spread across his skin, through the layer of fabric. Bringing his free hand between them, he traces his fingers over the collars of Song Lan's robe, tracing his clavicle. His mind races-- does Song Lan feel the same thing he feels right now?

Xingchen's fingers tracing along his collarbone have him inhaling sharply, his eyes still locked on Xingchen's face, his fingers moving, tracing over his chest, thumb brushing over a nipple as he does so.

And then he shifts slightly, slides a thigh between Xingchen's legs in the way he remembers Xue Yang doing to him, although he's more gentle, just giving Xingchen time to tell him to stop.

Xiao Xingchen watches the way that Song Lan's lips part, fascinated with the way his fingers could make his friend react.

No sooner does he think that when Song Lan's finger brushes against his nipple, his body jolting in response. His eyes widen and he gasps, and he's shocked that such a brief touch there could make him react so suddenly and... obviously. His face flushes a shade of red deeper, more from embarrassment at himself than the touch itself. Never has his body really reacted this way to anything, and so he doesn't know what to think of it. Yet... it doesn't deter him from wanting more.

Slowly, he rolls his hips back against Song Lan's thigh. The pressure eases the hot, uneasy tension within him, so he does it again, harder this time. His head tilts back and he moans softly, eyes lidded and hazy. He reaches around Song Lan's back, fingers gripping his outer robe for a sort of grounding as he starts to move in a rhythm.

"Zichen, touch me some more..."

The way Xingchen reacts has him inhaling sharply, something inside him twisting but not in an unpleasant way and when Xingchen rolls his hips, Song Lan presses down a little, still trying to be careful. But it's the request that his skin flushing, his mouth going dry as his hand skims down over pale skin.

"Xingchen..." It's quiet, a little breathless before he leans down, presses lips against Xingchen's again briefly.

This kiss feels hotter than the one just before, and Xiao Xingchen moans as he parts his lips and deepens it. Moving without thinking, his hips start to grind more desperately against Song Lan's thigh, his legs spreading a bit wider as if it would help him feel this more.

Xiao Xingchen quickly realizes that their pants are still in their way, the last two layers of fabric between them thin enough to allow this sensation, but still too thick for what he needs.

Breaking the kiss, he pants for breath before he can speak again.

"Help me take them off, but... don't look..."

After all they've done and what he wants to do, even he isn't sure why the thought of being seen there is still too much. His face is still just too thin for that much yet.

That's easier said than done but he does help Xingchen remove his pants, pulls away to remove his own final layers before he's stretching out over Xingchen again. And then he's kissing him, his body pressing Xingchen's down into the mattress.

But he had looked when he was undressing the other man, his fingers smoothing over Xingchen's hips before he carefully edges one between them, fingers just sliding against his shaft.

And Song Lan lifts his head to watch how Xingchen reacts.

Eyes firmly shut, Xiao Xingchen can't know what to expect, returning the kiss with a little more shyness again. He doesn't notice as Song Lan looks, the break between their contact enough for him to lose some bravado and for his fluster to return.

The brush of fingertips on his bare skin send a shiver through him, his hips angling more into the touch as he sighs softly. But when those fingertips brush against his cock, his hips suddenly jerk against them. His eyes fly open, and with a startled cry, he writhes back against the bed. His head turning to the side, his hair starts to be mussed up underneath him. Never did he believe it could feel... this intense!

"A-Ah-- do that more..."

Already a trace of come beads at the tip of his cock, as sensitive as he is.

The reaction has Song Lan stroking fingertips along the shaft again, his eyes locked on Xingchen's face as he repeats the touch, running his fingers from base to tip and then back. And his touches become more deliberate and less light until he wraps a hand around Xingchen, stroking him slowly.

Then he dips his head, lips brushing against the corner of Xingchen's mouth, his jawline.

Xiao Xingchen can almost feel Song Lan's gaze on him while he moans again, louder and more desperate under the more deliberate touch. An instinct to restrain himself and preserve a little dignity in takes hold, and he presses his lips together to suppress each embarrassing noise. After all, maybe Song Lan sees him and thinks of how strange it is.

But the light kiss to his jawline scatters his all-too-active thoughts with its warmth.

This strange new feeling continues to build with each touch, bringing him to some unknown destination. It's almost frightening, even if he also couldn't bear the thought of stopping right now. Still, they're sharing this together...

"Let me do it for you, too," he murmurs, voice faint and breathless and sounding different from how he's ever heard himself.

It isn't right, he thinks, to be the only one who feels good from this. But they'll have to change their position...

When he sees Xingchen trying to muffle himself,his grip tightens slightly. "I don't want you to be quiet." His voice is a low, a little rough, his hand moving just a little faster, trying to find the right way to make it better for Xingchen.

Not that he has idea what he's doing, but it seems to be working with the way Xingchen is reacting.

"...Let me do this first...then you can."

Xiao Xingchen turns to look at Song Lan, his expression still a bit uncertain even through the haze of arousal. Even if that makes more sense, it feels wrong that Song Lan should take on this burden, when he ordinarily wouldn't want this.

Xiao Xingchen shouldn't enjoy it as much as he does.

But with one sudden, pump of his cock, another jolt shoots through his body and his hips twitch up into Song Lan's hand. Chest rising and falling fast, each shuddering breath is punctuated with a higher, louder moan. He couldn't hold his voice back anymore or keep himself if he tried.

Where their hands are still joined, he grips tighter, and even one leg wraps around Song Lan's back as if to pull him closer. He feels so close to something...

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