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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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The first touch has him arching off the bed, his hips bucking up into Xingchen's grip helplessly as he gasps Xingchen's name, fingers curling in the sheets. Song Lan turns his head, eyes on Xingchen's face for a moment before he has to close them.

"...Xingchen.." It's softer, breathless, one hand searching for Xingchen's free one, fingers entwining with his.

Xiao Xingchen holds his hand tight again, swallowing hard at the sight, heart skipping a beat again at the sound of his name. He starts to pump Song Lan's cock a little faster. The feeling of a cock like this - hard and hot and twitching under his grasp - is unlike anything he ever expected, but it isn't bad. Seeing Song Lan react to his touch spurs him on.

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.

"I..yes, it's good." But he's shifting, trying to sit up so he can reach Xingchen more easily, one hand sliding into his hair, lips brushing against his, as his hips keeping moving, rocking up into the warmth of Xingchen's hand.

And if he's up like this, he can distract them both. At least a little.

Xiao Xingchen leans down to catch Song Lan's lips with his, bringing their bodies even closer, his hair slipping off of his shoulder and brushing against the other man. It's a little harder to move his hand like this, between their hips pressed together enough that he can now feel the heat of Song Lan's cock against his front.

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.

The shift in position after the kiss has him dropping back against the bedding, his hips rocking up to rub against Xingchen without him even thinking and Song Lan moaning his name.

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."

Encouraged, Xiao Xingchen rolls his hips again against Song Lan's even harder and faster this time, starting to work into a rhythm. He spreads his legs a bit more on the bed, making it easier to angle his hips.

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.

It's strange, definitely but the heat inside him is coiling together, his hips bucking up, grinding into Xingchen as he pants the other man's name, eyes on his face.

And when he finally comes, it's with a stifled sound, Song Lan sagging against the bed while he shudders.

What a beautiful sight-- Xiao Xingchen realizes now, that a face so overcome with pleasure is so captivating. To think that it's one of the many things he never would have had the chance to see, back then...

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.

Song Lan watches him lean in, catches him before he can pull away, leaning up to meet him for that kiss, even if it's still a little awkward, his fingers curling in Xingchen's hair.

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."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes widen as he's kissed again, faintly surprised despite everything.

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.

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