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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 |
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Then he dips his head, lips brushing against the corner of Xingchen's mouth, his jawline.
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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...
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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."
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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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And his grip tightens a little more, his hand moving faster, his gaze on Xingchen's face, because he can't look away.
Doesn't want to.
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Back arching off the bed, his body curls around Song Lan as he cries out:
"Zichen!"
He doesn't know why he calls out his name like this. It only happens, without any thought, like a plea for something he doesn't know.
His come spills out onto Song Lan's hand and the sleeve of his inner robe, and he sinks back down onto the bed, desperately panting for breath. As his eyelids flutter back open, his vision is still blurry, trying to come back into focus as he looks up at Song Lan.
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"...Xingchen." It's a little hoarse, Song Lan letting go finally before he leans down to kiss him again, this one softer somehow. And then he's gone for a moment, to find ssomething to clean his hand with.
To clean Xingchen with. A bit of cloth is the answer, something in the chest in one corner of the room that he brings back to the bed so he can wipe them both off.
And then stretch out beside Xingchen.
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When the bed beside him dips, Xiao Xingchen slowly turns himself on the bed towards Song Lan, peering up at him. This man had just seen him in the throes of pleasure, moaning loudly and face flushed. For that, Xiao Xingchen almost wants to hide his face.
But the both of them have both seen each other in ways that most would consider undignified now.
He opens his mouth to speak, words caught in his throat... before he quickly remembers. Leaving him waiting like this would be inconsiderate, and words can wait for later. But how will he do this? However he should do this - and he still barely has any idea - he acts before he thinks too long.
Pushing himself up to his knees, he moves to straddle Song Lan's legs, sitting down back on them. Then he pulls at Song Lan's pants, face feeling hot all over again at the sight of the bulge underneath the fabric.
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And then lifting his hips to make it easier to remove his pants, even if he turns his head, skin going red when Xingchen looks at him, fingers twisting in the sheets.
"...You don't have to look, Xingchen." It's soft, his voice strained, Song Lan fighting the urge to squirm under his gaze.
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If he moved, he could lean in and kiss him again, too. But he's already positioned like this - and he doesn't wish to waste more time figuring how to do this - so he curls his fingers around Song Lan's cock.
Xiao Xingchen gasps in surprise, noting how hot it feels without the robes in the way.
Slowly, hand trembling, he starts to imitate the way Song Lan moved his hand earlier.
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"...Xingchen.." It's softer, breathless, one hand searching for Xingchen's free one, fingers entwining with his.
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But should he be slower to ease Song Lan into this feeling slower, or has the other man waited enough?
"Is it good?" he asks after a pause, voice quiet.
From Xiao Xingchen had felt before, he knows the answer already. Still, perhaps he wants to hear it... just to be sure.
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And if he's up like this, he can distract them both. At least a little.
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For a moment, he slows down. An idea occurs to him to make it easier for them to be closer as they do this...
He takes away his hand and moves his hips slightly, in a more curious, experimental move. With his now free hand, he props himself up by his arm for balance, rolling his hips down against Song Lan's even harder. Breaking the kiss, he looks over Song Lan's face again.
"Is this better?"
As strange as it all is, he wants it to feel good for the both of them.
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Better, he's not sure about, but it's good and he rocks his hips again, seeking more of that friction from the other man.
"Do it again."
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The way his body is moving feels so unfamiliar and unrefined, and he can't help a faint whine from how flustered he is. Ears burning, his expression almost distressed-- he's so unused to seeking out his kind of pleasure or giving it to anyone else, unsure of anything he's doing. But for reactions like that, some of the embarrassment ebbs away. As long as Song Lan is enjoying this...
He feels a little blocked off the the sensation, as if still winding down from his previous high, but the stirrings of that heat from before start to build up in him again.
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And when he finally comes, it's with a stifled sound, Song Lan sagging against the bed while he shudders.
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But he quickly remembers, and reaches for the rag that Song Lan had used before, wiping away the come on their skin and clothes. He does his best to avert his eyes again.
This kind of contact really makes a mess, and he can't imagine Song Lan really enjoying it outside of needing to, this world making the sensation harder to push away than the need for food or water. That thought gives the pleasure a bittersweet taste. Even if Song Lan knows him and trusts him more than others to help relive him of this tension, is it wrong to enjoy it so?
Xiao Xingchen leans in to kiss Song Lan, but stops halfway. Instead, he just pulls himself off of Song Lan to roll back down onto the bed beside him.
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And then he pulls back, shifting onto his side when Xingchen settles beside him, just watching him, fingers lightly brushing against his cheek.
"...I don't mind if it's you."
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Song Lan really wants him to believe it, and Xiao Xingchen wants to believe it, too.
He watches Song Lan for a moment, but he feels his vision lose focus, the mental exhaustion of the day finally settling in. Even if the bed is hard, it's more comfortable than his bed for the past years. The matter of them both finding better cover can be discussed later, as well as... perhaps other things they ought to catch up on.
Not that that is too important.
What matters is that they're together again, he thinks, as his eyelids drift closed.