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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[conjobs]

[John is still faffing around in the hospital when he gets the calling card. He pulls his face back from the card a bit. He's-- intrigued? But he can't resist replying. An anonymous hookup in a strange, potentially dangerous new place where he doesn't know anything or anyone? Where does he sign up?]

Are we working left to right or top to bottom or how should we get started on this wishlist?

[wineaunt]

[He can't help a good-natured little giggle at the fact that someone replied with something other than disgust or dismay.]

I'd say we employ a strategy. Compare notes, see what's helpful? Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.

[conjobs]

Yeah I was just thinking I might have some questions I'd like to ask in person. How far away are you from the hospital, love?

[wineaunt]

I'm just outside.

[He looks around, like he might be able to figure out who he's responding to at a glance.]

I think I found some suitable shelter nearby, if you prefer to get out of the cold. Look for a man with silver hair.

[conjobs]

[John hurries outside the hospital, although he does stop for a few moments to take in the surroundings. It looked alright in there, but... so not so much out here.

Tugging on the lapels of his trenchcoat, he looks around for a silver fox. Shouldn't be that many around. He goes up to the closest one and starts asking, somehow managing to sound vague but demanding at the same time.]

You the bloke with the list?

[wineaunt]

[He might be surprised to find that Azuma doesn't look a day over 25, though that's being even generous to 25. He's timeless and ageless, or at least he's been told as much. But the way he pushes off the wall and holds himself has a sensual maturity that might reveal he's pushing mid thirties at least.]

You must be Santa Claus. At least, that's what I thought when you called the little glitch a wish list.

[He smiles, faint and lovely.]

Do you want to go somewhere warmer to talk? I'm not quite dressed for the chill.

[conjobs]

[Was dressing up part of the list? He could don on a santa hat and nothing else if that's what the young fellow's into. The hair does stand in stark contrast to the face and the rest of the body, but if anything it piques John's interest.]

Sure. Unh, I haven't really had time to look around. [He does, however, start shedding out of his trenchcoat which smells faintly of cigarettes, and offers it. Now no one can say he never does anything nice... even if he is angling to get laid.]

It pisses down with rain about four hundred days a year, where I'm from. [He's exaggerating. There's maybe two and a half days of Sun to share between all the English counties. But it is known to be rainy.] Used to it.

[wineaunt]

[Azuma would be too tickled to be thought of as young. This guy might get on his good side more easily than many, if he voices such things.

He makes a little sound of surprise at the offered coat, taking it with a smile and short bow of his head. It does smell like cigarettes, not a brand Azuma recognizes right off the bat, just generic smoke and loneliness (that's always what that smell reminds him of). Draping the coat over his shoulders and pulling it closed, he gestures gracefully for the man to follow him to a nearby building. He found a little stash of blankets and tattered old clothing, so he'll happily set up camp there unless someone comes to claim it.]

I see. It does get bitterly cold where I'm from during certain times of year, but I'll confess... I prefer the warmth of spring and summer.

[conjobs]

[Azuma's setup is not necessarily ideal, but none of this is. Apart from the expectation that he fucks every living thing between here and the end of the horizon in a couple dozen different configurations to cross off his to-do list. It's warm, dry, nobody's expecting them to cough up their left lung and five years of indentured servitude for making themselves comfortable here. What more could he want?

He waits for Azuma to sit before he follows, sitting close enough to touch without having to reach too far, but not sidled up right next to him.]

Where are you from, anyway? [He clearly isn't opposed to a bit of banter before casually segueing into the wishlist.]

[wineaunt]

[They settle in nicely enough, Azuma offering the coat back once he's able to wrap up in a blanket. No need to aggressively flirt when the interest has already been stated, so he's not going to hog the warmth.

He smiles, gentle and almost enigmatic, like someone who's both an open book and completely closed off at the very same time.]

Japan.

[Maybe this person will know where that is, maybe he won't. Azuma doesn't know for sure.]

And yourself?

[conjobs]

Ta. [He holds his trenchcoat folded in his lap although he doesn't bother to put it back on. It keeps him warm enough sitting there.]

England. I've been to Japan, several times. For uh... [Graverobbing, treasure hunting, demon chasing, and let's not forget his side mission of needing to taste test every variant of Suntory whisky.] for work.

You never get to stay long, you know. See what you want to see. Everything's a crisis.

[wineaunt]

Ah, I enjoyed England when I went there. It's very different from Japan, but I saw some nice things...

[A wry smile.]

My visit was for pleasure, though. The few times I traveled for work, it was pleasant, but I think that has more to do with the line of work. At first blush, you don't look like the kind of person who'd have a laid back job.

[He gestures vaguely to the trenchcoat and winks.]

Not to unduly judge, but... The men I know who dress like that are endless bundles of stress.

[conjobs]

[Oh yeah. John's definitely hoping he's one of the nice things. He follows where that almost delicate-looking hand leads and drops his gaze to his lap.]

Oh. Heh. [He lifts his head again and smiles. It's stressful alright, just probably not in any conventional way.] Well. Here's hoping our time here turns out to be a whole lot simpler.

Anyway. Last I checked, you were teeming with some... ideas to fix that.

[wineaunt]

[Azuma laughs behind his hand for a moment, then runs fingers through his ponytail. Beyond a surface level, he's not prying, not making an effort to analyze or judge. It's rarely his style to try to dig in. Maybe it makes him seem flippant, though Azuma is by default endlessly pleasant.]

Let's hope. As for the ideas... That was quite the little accident. I must've hit something on my device. Still, since you went to all the trouble to find me and come along, let's compare notes. You have yours?

[conjobs]

[Sure. 'Accident'. Let's go with that.]

Uh, here. [John reaches over, offering his wristband still attached to his wrist. He doesn't have the nicest hand. A few cuts, old callouses from years-old punch-ups that are still hard to the touch, and a darker spot where he got burned before. Regardless, he has no issue promising a good time when the need arises. A coy smile and a slight duck of the head follows a quiet confession.] I'm not the best with technology.

[His list has a couple of things in common, like hair pulling and leaving marks, but honestly he doesn't even much care for the list itself.]

[wineaunt]

[Azuma reaches out for his hand, taking it gently to look at the watch. His own fingers are delicate and soft, and his touch is nothing short of soothing. There's a silent moment as he considers the card, then he smiles up at his companion.]

You don't have to be good with technology for these. Actually, with them misfiring things, it's almost better that you have an excuse.

[His fingers trail away from the watch, across his hand, tracing a scar before he pulls back slightly.]

I can work with this. Tell me what you like, if you want. You'll find I'm accommodating.

[conjobs]

It's a little fiddly. [He's travelling together with some techies back home so he doesn't have to deal with this kind of thing. Clearly hasn't done himself any favours now.]

Well I mean. [There's a small chuckle as John pulls his hand back, fingers curling a bit, but he then lowers it onto Azuma's thigh, gauging his reaction before continuing.]

Haven't yet met a bloke who isn't at least up for getting his cock sucked. [It's a bit tame, perhaps, playing things safe, especially compared to some of these choice gems like "sounding" and "bloodplay", but he wasn't told to stuff all his trenchcoat pockets with six tubes of lube and a jar of crunchy peanut butter before he got beamed here.]

[wineaunt]

[Azuma can't help a little laugh at the bluntness. It's oddly charming, in his opinion. No one ever said he had normal taste in people; he certainly prefers his companions to be a little unusual.

Azuma shifts his position a bit, tracing little circles on the back of John's hand.]

I can do that easily. You might have to keep my hair out of the way.

[conjobs]

[He must have died and gone to buttfuck heaven. John can't quite contain the look of surprise, or the anticipation bubbling in his chest.]

Yeah? I think- I'm fairly certain I could manage that. [With his other hand he reaches over to tuck some of those loose silvery strands behind Azuma's ear, letting his trenchcoat slide out of his lap.]

[wineaunt]

[He cants his head to the side slightly and smiles at the reaction.]

Don't think you're getting out of this without giving me something, too.

[He winks, but a moment after his hands are trailing up John's thighs. They light at his waistband, ready for belt and zipper and what have you. But he does manage a glance up.]

Azuma. In case you're wondering what name you're welcome to call out as you please.

[Yes, he can be absolutely cheeky when he feels like it. He's famously candid about these sorts of things back home, so why not here? Even with a stranger.

Shifting, he lets the blanket slide off his shoulders and moves to kneel rather than sit.]

[conjobs]

Yeah, course. [The blond will do just about anything on that list, and more, and clearly he's not shy about talking about it.]

I'm John. [They can exchange numbers later. It's a little backwards, sure, but for someone who's not used to carrying a phone around with him, these things don't occur to him especially when there's promise of a blowjob waiting in the pipelines.]

John Constantine. [He shoves his trenchcoat completely out the way and moves his hips to help get his trousers off just enough to do this, licking and chewing on his bottom lip.]

[wineaunt]

It's nice to meet you, John.

[What order it all happens in doesn't seem to matter here. Azuma's not getting anything monetary out of it, and somehow he feels that if he does well enough--and he will--this guy will be back for more.

He glances up, their faces level for a moment, and smiles like the enigma he tends to be. It's soft and sensual, and maybe he tosses in a subtle lick of his lips just for effect.

Once he has that upper hand established, he waits patiently for John to situate himself before reaching down again.

A soft hum sounds from his throat before he wraps careful fingers around his companion's length and gives a few experimental strokes.]

[conjobs]

[John definitely has questions about the lad under those layers of perfect porcelain face and demure smile. There's a story or three there. But god is it hard to think straight when there are cold, slender fingers on his dick.

The exhale that follows his sharp gasp stutters in his chest as his loose tie slides to one side. He was still soft, tucked away in his trousers, but the excitement of an encounter with an almost-anonymous stranger who's far too pretty with those cheekbones and gorgeous smile in a not-entirely-private place is really turning him on.

Unable to keep his hands to himself for very long, John's hand runs down from Azuma's shoulder to waist, grip tightening in fabric. The blond tries to tug him in just a little closer as his hand drifts down to the top of his thigh and rubs long, slow strokes between hip and knee, warming them both up just a tad.]

[wineaunt]

[Not everyone can be instantly turned on by Azuma. He understands. He won't even be cheeky about natural things like that, and it's nothing he hasn't seen before. So he knows how to touch and tease, spurred on by John's reactions. He hums pleasantly again, thumb coaxing as he leans in a little closer.

The reciprocation isn't actually expected, and Azuma finds it sweet. It's the little things that make giving so worth it, and the grateful smile he offers back with a briefly upturned gaze speaks to his genuine appreciation. People who just use him are far less desirable than people who let him do what he enjoys doing.

He likes drawing people in, little easy gestures and secret smiles, making them the center of his gravity for as long as it takes. Maybe the vast majority of his work wasn't so risque, but it did always involve a type of intimacy he excels at giving, and miserably often fails at accepting. He's greedy about giving to others, a glutton for their company. So if John feels inexplicably like this is a unique moment in time, and that no one else will have quite this same experience, he's entirely correct.]

The anticipation is eating away at me.

[A sweet little laugh, and a wink, then Azuma moves to lower his head and work a bit with his tongue. It's more of a tease than anything, because he's just like that, but the payoff will come soon enough.]

[conjobs]

[Anyone who can make John feel like he's the centre of their world, however brief that might last, is certainly going down on his list of people to call back again and again and again. Who can claim not to like the positive attention?]

Oh. [He closes his eyes and breathes out a sigh, cracking a smile.] Had a dream like this once. [The details were admittedly, a little different. Distinct lack of hobo blankets. A different person going down on him. Less bishounen, more stereotypical twink. But this is decidedly much better.

Belatedly he remembers he'd been tasked with one job. Would be a bit of a spectacular failure if he can't even do one thing. He slides his hand over the back of Azuma's bowed head, fingers getting lost in between silver threads as he grips, tight. Maybe at first it could be attributed to nerves, or perhaps he's trying to resist the urge to shove Azuma's face all the way down. But as blunt nails scrape against hair roots and scalp, John is likely testing exactly how rough he can be.]