TDM 001

[erkumods]

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

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[wineaunt]

[It's nice to be touched with enthusiasm, honestly, by someone who's actively working at him and making him feel good. Azuma feels closer to the world, more connected, when he's doing things like this. His hips roll forward into the touch, a soft, needy sigh coming from his lips.

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.]

[conjobs]

[John's not the best when it comes to multitasking, but he can just about manage to pay as much attention to his handjob as he can to what he's doing with his mouth. He might get a bit distracted here and there and it probably shows - he might bite a bit too hard for half a second or his hand might slow down significantly for a few strokes before it resumes jerking Azuma off at a more furious pace for a few intense seconds.

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.]

[wineaunt]

[Azuma is catlike in his fluid grace and elegance, quite the opposite of his current partner. But something about the lack of that from John is exciting. He shivers at the too-hard bites and whines quietly when his hand stops, hips urging forward to request movement again.

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.]

[conjobs]

[John chases him down, casting a shadow over him as he looms almost ominously over Azuma, dark bands sweeping over milky exposed skin. He's more or less got him where he wants him and that spurs him on to be a little more eager. He keeps Azuma's shirt shoved up high around his neck, the heel of his palm keeping his shoulder pressed down while the blond leans in close to tease his nipple with his tongue, then with his teeth.

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.]

[wineaunt]

[Azuma's not used to rough treatment, but secretly he gets a kick out of it on the rare occasion that he feels like it's warranted, or when he's in a particular mood. The blowjob was honestly a mental warmup to this, so his back arches and he moans loudly at the teasing. Get him worked up enough, and he's terribly sensitive.

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...

[conjobs]

[That gets a laugh out of John, one that is low, oft shared between lovers during foreplay or flirting, pillow talk or mornings after. Azuma, you old flirt.

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.]

[wineaunt]

[He can't help it. He's a useless flirt every once in a while, and it suits him better than the misery he cloaks with it. Better to let go, and take things as they come at him.

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.]

[conjobs]

[John relaxes his grip and keeps Azuma held close with his free hand, careful not to touch him where he might still be too sensitive. He tugs Azuma's shirt back down over his heated skin as if it could hide any evidence of their fun.]

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.]

[wineaunt]

I'm... just a bit spent.

[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.]

[conjobs]

Course. [John happens to not be the cuddling type, but he relents after he stiffens up a bit, breathing out and relaxing as he settles down on the pile of blankets next to Azuma.

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.]