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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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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
I was just thinking about you today! ❤️
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.]
8D I'm glad this didn't hit captcha, had a weird week/end
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.
no worries, I think people moved on to the mingle
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?
I only got accepted on Friday XD
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.]
Honestly I haven't checked either - this week has been too busy
His fingertips slip in under the fabric and trail along Azuma's abdomen, moving ever so slowly up under his shirt. He did mention he might have been a bit cold, before. John is happy to help warm him up, rub some heat back in.]
Well I hope they aren't so complicated, here. [It's not ideal, this wee corner he's picked out for himself, but it's better than nothing, and perhaps they can find something better in the morning.]
I'm sure some of these abandoned houses can do you better, if you give them some time.
I made a top level and promptly got slammed by life lol
Ah... I think I just picked the first place that had a nice enough wind break. I'll gather up my blankets and find something better at some point, surely.
[A faint laugh.]
A nice apartment, and maybe a hair salon and a spa will follow.
[It does momentarily hit him that he's not home anymore, that he's... alone. Again. But he smiles it away and doesn't let the melancholy show. Closing his eyes, he savors the warmth where he's touched.]
You have strong hands, don't you.
this shouldn't be such a mood, and yet
It might be the first time he's genuinely laughed in a while. It probably doesn't suit him, when he usually acts so old and bitter and cynical.]
I haven't spent me life in an office staring at a screen pushing papers around, if that's what you mean. [Maybe it's not ideal, but. He thinks he's made the best of what he can, and he wouldn't have it any other way.]
But if you're inviting me to a spa and offering to soften these cuticles, I wouldn't say no... [He can uh, 'soften his cuticles' any time.]
it's chaos o clock on planet earth
But, oh, that laugh feels like maybe it's not something John usually does, so Azuma soaks it up with a smile and a little laugh of his own.]
That wasn't what I meant at all, but... [He's picking up that straying hand to inspect it, thumb sweeping over John's palm, fingertips held dangerously close to his lips. Shamelessness might be his only mode here, but it's a common sight back home, too. He was asking people to come sleep in his room (in platonic and actual-sleep fashion) almost daily before Guy moved in, after all.] ...well, you need help with that, don't you? [Another laugh, and he sweeps his thumb over John's fingertips before easing the hand back down beneath his shirt. Subtle.]
Not to jump to conclusions, but could it be that you're the pent-up type? I know that prying doesn't become anyone, but I like to understand where people are coming from. We might end up in each other's company again, after all.
where do we refund 2020
'Pent-up'? [John wrinkles his nose. Is he? A bit, maybe. Feeling like he's constantly fighting a losing battle, with no easy way out and no feasible end in sight, he feels frustrated, burdened, tired.]
Do you think so? We came seeking each other out, didn't we? [He smiles in a way that reaches the corners of his eyes before taking a deep breath, lying down properly and stretching out on the pile of bedding. He knows, that's probably not what Azuma meant either.]
I drink a lot. Alone. [A quiet confession. Not because he's ashamed. More because it's a piece of himself he's giving away to a stranger, over a casual encounter, and it's not something he does nearly often enough. He also doesn't want to turn this conversation too far down a dark road, even as he rubs Azuma's abdomen pensively.] Most things get worked out when you reach the bottom of a bottle.
I've applied for my 2020 refund let's see if it happens lmao
[A gentle call out, because he's a tease and he must.
Azuma nods, not straying too far down the road the statement about drinking could lead to, just smiling and curling close for warmth. He gets it. More than anyone here knows. Like he said, he won't pry, but now he has a vague picture of the person he's trying to soothe.
It's always like this. He can accept a casual encounter, sure, but there's that small, ceaseless urge to do more that always eats him up if he doesn't indulge it. And if he takes a moment to be honest with himself, company is the thread keeping him stitched together right now.]
Mm, I see. And what's your poison of choice? I like fine sake and international wines. Unfortunately for my troupemates, I can drink most people I know under the table.
it's not even halfway over yet, what a scam
I'll drink anything, but I'm partial to a gin and tonic, or whiskey. [He actually seems a little surprised because he wasn't expecting Azuma to be much of a drinker, let alone someone who will outlast the competition. Tilting his head, John seems to be considering him in a new light.]
Anyway. Don't think we'll find anything of that sort here. [John's priorities would be a decent place to sleep, followed by a pub, and a tiny corner store that'll sell him more cigarettes. The sorry state of his cuticles are the last thing on his mind.]
What's this about your troupemates? [John's first thought is more Cirque du Soleil than any sort of acting gig.]
For real
A person's drink of choice says a lot about them, and Azuma quietly jumps to a few conclusions about a man with a stomach strong enough to make it through an entire bottle of gin. He likes that look, the one that says he's being appraised, and the wink he offers back comes naturally and easily.]
I will do whatever I must to get a salon and suitable sake. It's a matter of necessity. If I so happen to conjure up a fully stocked bar, you'll be my first call. [Playfully, he draws a finger down one of John's cheeks. He taps his lips thoughtfully, since the contact hasn't been rejected yet. It's soothing.]
Unless you think you can't outdrink me. I won't judge if you're scared. As for my troupemates... don't laugh, but I'm actually an actor. I'm in a stage acting troupe; six of us in the troupe, 24 total in the company. It's an exciting little group, and to save on costs, we all share a dormitory on the theater grounds. I'd say I'm still an amateur at acting, even if it really is my primary job now, but I'm a bit passionate about it.
[A pause. He's saying too much, so he trails off and goes quieter.]
Was? Since we're here.
yeah... phone tagging 😒
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