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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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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.

[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.

[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?

[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.]

[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.

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[Azuma will do his utmost to make this singular and memorable. He laughs faintly at those words, not knowing if he ought to tease as is customary for him. Instead, he opts to finally, finally wrap his lips delicately around John's cock, humming with approval as he works his way down.

He's done this before. And he's attentive as it gets. Not only that, but somehow he's enjoying this little encounter much more than he thought possible, so he's genuinely putting in just a touch of extra effort, because the man has earned it.

The fingers in his hair make Azuma shiver, and he responds rather favorably to a touch of roughness. Not much, he's wispy for a reason, but some is acceptable, and he communicates that with little hums and reactions to things he likes, sharp intakes of breath through his nose when he doesn't.

The tight grip on his hair is delightful, at least, and he knows what a good grip means in a situation like this. Unfortunately, he won't be giving control over so easily, not even with his mouth occupied. Somehow he doesn't think John will mind. Just a hunch. What he forbids he more than makes up for with effort and skill, though, tongue working, hollowing his cheeks to suck before taking him in remarkably far. And he's relentless. There's a delicate rhythm to what he's doing, but there's hardly a moment of rest.]

[John eases up a bit when he feels Azuma tense up beneath his grip, but he's otherwise enjoying this undeserved treat a bit too much to have that fine level of control, head tilting back as that warm, wet, tight sensation works its way down to the base of his hard, twitching cock.

His chest rises and falls with each short, shallow breath and occasionally, in between the quiet little hisses and groans, he can just hear the sound of his trenchcoat rustling and creasing as John's free hand tightens into a fist in the fabric, knuckles going white every time Azuma swallows him whole.

The blond leans back just a bit without disturbing this blanket fortress too much, just enough to watch the young man through half-lidded eyes. He tries not to move his hips too much, but it's proving to take more self-control than he really has to just not fuck that hot and eager mouth.]

[John reacts, which Azuma likes quite a bit, and he soaks up every last sound and bit of tension. He feeds off the active participation, working carefully with his mouth and occasionally a hand just for stability and variety. There are little tests to see what works best, if it's better if he's noisy about it, if it gets John off to take him all the way in. Adjusting accordingly is easy.

Soft sounds of amusement meet the rise of hips, and Azuma just doesn't mind a bit. If it's what he wants, it's what he wants. Who's to blame a man for that? Especially when Azuma can tell it means he's being effective, his tongue tireless and his mouth inviting.

There's nothing boring about it, no shortage of variety, but once there's a few near rocks of those hips, Azuma pulls back and looks up at him with bedroom eyes, still stroking with one nimble hand.]

Should we change positions? I don't mind. You can certainly fuck my mouth if that's more your style.

[Somehow it sounds filthier coming out on a soft, sensual sort of voice like Azuma's. Oops.]

[The softest of whines tumble from his lips when Azuma stops. Whatever he was doing with his tongue, he could do that all night and the blond wouldn't protest one peep. John tries to straighten up from that gradual slump that was slowly pulling him down. It takes him longer than he needs to to process the question, and then he nods.]

Yes. [John can try to behave, though he can't promise that he won't be a little rough. His grip relaxes in Azuma's ponytail somewhat before he lets go, fingertips trailing down to his cheek.]

Can I? [he asks somewhat belatedly, panting while he shifts ever so slightly in Azuma's now significantly warmer hand, rubbing the underside of the length of his wet cock against that soft palm.]

Mm. [A small cant of his head.] Of course. Not that I doubt my ability to get you off the other way.

[That's a fact. But he eases into a slightly different position to accommodate, turning his head to lap at those fingertips.

His hand strokes John's cock with purpose, like he's saying he's not made of glass. He's not. He can take all kinds of things and dish all kinds of things out. It's just a matter of what his patron of the moment needs, or wants. That's all that matters.]

I could tell you were holding back, so by all means.

[As if that's not enough of an invitation, he licks his lips as he looks pointedly up through his fallen bits of fringe.]

[Can he keep him? Just for a few days until he can fuck all the tension out of his system. He'll bring him back in one piece. Mostly.

John's legs shift, the back of his heels pushing to find some grip against the ground. Tempting as it is to lean in close and taste himself on those pretty, thin lips, they can maybe do that later when they're back to comfortably lounging around.]

Okay- okay. [He'd tell Azuma to relax but it seems wholly unnecessary. Sliding his hand back through under that hairtie, John coaxes him back down, nudging the head of his cock between those lips.]

Oh- fuck- [He tenses up and holds his breath when he pushes in all the way until he hits the back of Azuma's throat, groaning when he remembers to breathe again. His hips move in short, shallow thrusts, grip tightening in that silky soft hair. It'd be almost embarrassing how long he won't last, like this.]

I'm gonna cum in your mouth. [It probably didn't sound like a question.]

[Honestly, Azuma is rather enjoying his responsiveness and enthusiasm, so they can do this as many times as is practical, as far as he's concerned. The grip in his hair is more welcome than he lets on, control ebbing away pleasantly.

He relaxes in all the right ways, eyes turned up but sleepy, sultry under thick lashes. Maybe there's something a little nice about hardly putting forth effort other than a little groan here, a strangled hum there, all waiting for that inevitable moment.

He grips at John's clothing, tugging subtly as if to say having that ending was all he wanted from moment one. He certainly won't complain about taking a hot load down his throat if his partner ends up thoroughly satisfied. But just in case the man needs affirmation, Azuma hums again and flutters his eyelids closed.]

[Not even his most vivid wet dreams ever go like this. A playful tongue under the shaft and a particularly wicked tightening of Azuma's throat later, John holds his head down in his lap as he cums onto the back of his tongue, in rhythmic hot spurts that has his cock twitching in his mouth.

If no one around them has paid them any mind, those obscene growls and moans that tear their way out of the blond's gritted teeth might draw some unwanted attention to them.

John did a pretty fine job of holding his hair back, all things considered. In fact he might have overdone it a bit, yanked a bit hard sometimes, but despite making a mess in Azuma's mouth and tugging on that ponytail more forcefully than required, it doesn't seem like the other man's complaining.

Finally he lets go, panting hard, chest rising and falling as he flexes his clammy hands hovering a few inches away from Azuma's slightly disheveled hair.]

Sorry love. [John didn't mean to smother him against his crotch.]

[It's all pretty deliberately done to take John apart, or, well, anyone under Azuma's care of this sort. He's more than happy to take those last few moments to finish the job, licking and sucking and generally coaxing things back down to normal, a deft hand against his partner's base.

When he's released, Azuma makes sure he's quite finished, with a parting look of half-lidded eyes up at John as he slides off with a little lick of his lips. Fingers covering his mouth thereafter, Azuma can't help the tiniest chuckle of mirth. His free hand goes back to his hair, and he pulls the ponytail down, shaking his hair out before moving to put it back into the tie.]

For what? I enjoyed that just as much as you did.

[Even if his eyes are a little watery in the best way, his smile says he's sincere. Easing back onto his little blanket stash, Azuma sighs contentedly.]

It's been a while since I had that kind of fun.

[If given the chance he's going to make himself comfortable here and refuse to give Azuma up to anyone else. He's probably got lots of talents outside of sucking cock that need to be explored. At least, for a week until they're done crossing off most of their wishlists, for sure.

The silver-haired, silver-tongued new acquaintance isn't kicking him out of his hobo chic corner so John, whose breathing is now more or less back under control, shuffles in a little closer, rests his hand on Azuma's inner thigh, rakes his nails up and down the length of it which probably feels barely ticklish through the fabric.

He should probably at least tuck himself back in and zip up but that would be the proper, gentlemanly thing to do. John instead just tugs one of Azuma's thighs closer towards him, spreading those long legs a bit so he can better palm at the bulge in his crotch. Just light, playful touches for now, nothing as overt as what they were doing before.]

Who in their right minds would make you wait 'a while', eh?

[Azuma accepts the shifting, and does one better, pressing close up against his companion with a smile. He likes being touched at times like this, wants the closeness as much as he wants to give it. A pleasant hum chases the high down makes him seem almost as content as a cat, but he's politely reaching to tidy John back up a bit, too. He can't leave the poor man hanging.]

I had a complicated living situation back home. Not that I minded, of course.

[And not that he minds this. There's a bit of sweetness in things being even mildly reciprocated, and he huffs out a little voiced sigh at the touches.]

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I was just thinking about you today! ❤️

8D I'm glad this didn't hit captcha, had a weird week/end

no worries, I think people moved on to the mingle

I only got accepted on Friday XD