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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[photog]

[relative youth, huh? can't catch a break when it comes to his age. it's not a dealbreaker, though. personal preferences all considered, he doesn't have a problem with older men. being with someone more experienced than him definitely helps shelter some insecurities of his own, like how he assumes he's probably going to mess things up along the way. and if he hadn't really cared for McGillis' company, he would've turned tail long by now, before even allowing himself to get into his lap.

he has to wonder. is this the type of presence he always commands? it went from a terse meeting, a negotiation about blankets and pictures, to feeling honestly a little too warm under them now- and Prompto hasn't fussed much along the way. the envelope gets pushed, for sure, and this is getting farther away from teaching him how to cuddle. his inhibitions and guardrails are brought down. but he doesn't really need the bingo card excuse. he'd probably be into this without even having a clinical reason to do so. that might be easy enough to read off of him, though, as he looks upward, freckle faced and soft hair and all.]

I.... I mean, bingo card aside, and everything. Older men are kinda hot.

[there, he said it. no fire in his stomach or intense feeling of embarrassment to go along with it, either.

and then it goes to show that he was way, way off about which square he was talking about- as the other presses a kiss into him. whoa. okay. cool. okay.

the room's definitely kind of spinning.

a stranger's kissing him, and he bathes in the unique feeling that he's the most important thing in the room right now. even if it's not entirely true, it feels pretty goddamn fantastic, as he closes his eyes, and parts his lips as directed. McGillis has effectively wiped Prompto clean of any possible objection or wariness in the process. which is honestly? a pretty big feat for just about anyone.]

[mcvillain]

[It's transactional, yes. Clinical, at least in part. But not even McGillis could claim to be entirely unaffected by an overtly intimate act. He likes men—older, younger, doesn't matter—and he's pleasant enough when lured away from defensiveness and into a calmer state. The tame tiger, walking into the cage of its own free will, or the contented lion, enjoying the attentions of its keeper. Contented might be too strong of a word, but suffice to say Prompto has cleared any kind of danger zone. McGillis might still bite, just not unpleasantly. He still hasn't lost his teeth, after all.

He's cute. McGillis can admit that to himself, quietly. Eager and full of an infectious sort of energy, which he has little doubt he's forced onto others in the past. In this context, though, it's fine. He's getting what he wants, and he can justify it later, when he's sifting through all those pictures he's earned. He'll do what he has to, in order to survive. He'll use people and toss them aside, just like other people will use him in turn. That's simply the way of things, and being thrown ten thousand worlds away won't change that.

Still, he's curious to see how far Prompto will go. He pries those lips open a bit further, with the expertise of that charming older man but also with the insistence of a predator. Fittingly, a game of chicken, to see how far is too far, how much more he can push back before he's had enough. Though he's in trouble, and on multiple fronts.

Because McGillis was, most definitely, in his element here. And he's a very gifted orator... so his tongue proves, slipping in and slipping past Prompto's sassy little mouth.]

[photog]

[just like in photography, it's all about perspective. and in the heat of the moment, it's hard to tell whether or not he's being used, or using anyone. there's a whole lot of good in Prompto, and maybe that makes him prime for being lead around to places out of his comfort zone, he doesn't think of people that way. the world can't really work like that all the time, right? all he has to go by, right now, is that it feels good. his body reacts just the way it's supposed to, all the subtle body language packaged up and displayed properly: his chest arcs forward in a sign of openness, his fingers coil around a body part within reach, he lets his head be directed in a way that creates less obtrusion.

it doesn't escape him that McGillis has a certain way about him either. the type that not only demands perfection around him by his mere personal aura, but also commands a certain charismatic insistence on getting what he wants done. and it's not like Prompto hasn't been on the receiving end of a deep kiss before, or given one for that matter, but it was infinitely more arousing when the other party didn't flounder around with the desire to do it. the blond is swept up by it, taken in by the undertow, and no matter the level of trouble he's in, he's always been one to accidentally skirt the line of between safe and dangerous.

simply put, he's wandered willingly straight into the lion's den.

Prompto shifts, then, his body knowing what to do in the warmth of the moment, if McGillis permits it- as he comes undone from his useless sack of potatoes position and into a more active one. his lap becomes a seat, and although he's a grown ass man, the weight of his body is probably a blip in the radar. he raises his hand upward to touch his cheek, guided in location by the juxtaposition of their lips tangled together. Prompto accepts the entrance towards his own mouth, as he presses his tongue upward and against the general's. the contortive sweeps that McGillis makes inside Prompto stir him, as he feels blissfully helpless to the game of chicken that they've made. with a rising gradation of effort, he tries to keep himself a contender, so as not to be eaten whole by McGillis' intentful presence.

and somewhere around his wrist, a little mark on a box is checked off. if this wasn't enough to bring birds home to roost in this world, at least the one sitting in McGillis' lap is content enough to let his cage rattle a bit.]

[mcvillain]

[This was getting a little out of hand.

He doesn't really care what happens to Prompto, whether he likes it or dislikes it. But he's not immune to intimacy by any means, even though anyone dragged into his bed just wound up spat out. When he's touched on the cheek, almost tenderly, he leans into it. When Prompto shifts, he shifts to accommodate, spreading his legs a bit wider, tightening his grip a bit more.

And as Prompto responds, he starts to move, snaking an arm around his waist and pulling them closer together. It's bold, but it's still civil. Still polite, although what they're doing is dipping into the territory of sexual as opposed to simply intimate. He's a man, at the end of day, and men react predictably to this kind of attention. He's starting to stir, and in a very obvious way.

Which was punctuated by some muffled sound, something like a huff. It melts into a moan, as he forces himself to pull away. Just not too far, just in case.]

Perhaps our devices will function properly, now.

[He found his voice but it's a bit strained. And his eyes are dark, pupils a bit blown. Arousal evident. He peers at Prompto, breath heavy and slow.]

You're starved for this, aren't you? Is that what you want...?

[Obviously, this was no longer about the cards. His own device chirps happily, conditions fulfilled. But just as Prompto was caught in McGillis' orbit, McGillis surrenders to the pleasure of the act itself. And ever cognizant, asks in so many words, shall we continue? Because even a beast could bow to consent.]

[photog]

[he feels downright dirty. there's the press of erection up against him, and a question that incinerates every nerve ending in his body, becoming all too hyper aware to yes, god, yes, he's starved for this. so much of Prompto's life is the need to feel validated, the urge to impress or please others, and McGillis plays into that so well that it has his head spinning. he vividly pictures himself like this, face heated from the motion of having a hand up against the wall for balance and he rides the ever loving fuck out of him, and it's enough to make his own tight pants feel even more restrictive than normal.

what does he want? it's not a question he's too familiar with, instead, usually being in the position to ask that of the other party. his needs always feel small in the comparison to others', especially when he can simply feel fulfilled just by being wanted in the first place. it's no small hidden secret that Prompto doesn't have a lot of faith in himself, and yet, McGillis instills a sort of powerful confidence in him.

and yet, when he asks, he can almost feel the answer being pulled out of him instinctively. Prompto has it in him to beg for it, the word "please," just on the tip of his tongue. he'd like nothing better than his shirt to be pulled up and off and discarded in the distance, hands clashing as he submits to the beast below him. without a single doubt in his mind, it'd probably be the most mind-blowing sex that he's ever had in his life. his entire body aches for it, the intensely pleasurable pain, the weight of another body intertwined into his, and the lack of feeling empty.

but fuck, his conscience is such an annoying cockblock.]

You have no idea how badly I want it.

[... here he goes, ruining it, because Prompto's biggest enemy is, well, Prompto.]

But... [he sighs, and it's involuntary, the way he shifts ever so slightly and ends up grinding his ass into McGillis' arousal even more.] We should... probably cool off.

Right?

[mcvillain]

[As a testament to his sheer force of will, McGillis calms down when Prompto suggests as much. It's not like an erection fades that fast, but he's no brute. He won't rut into someone just to sate himself, and if Prompto needs reassurance, he'll give him that. Like, dislike, that still doesn't matter. But stop does, and McGillis heeds him when he hears it. Even if it's shaky.

And he gives the matter some serious thought. Prompto was slight of build, so it would be all too easy to hurt him. And it doesn't seem right, doing this here, even if McGillis' relationship with right and wrong was tenuous at best. Maybe there was a middle ground here, a path McGillis didn't often pursue yet was willing to indulge, thanks to those softer edges.

That happy bird, though... if he curried favor with this man, could he see it again?]

Penetration isn't strictly necessary, in the pursuit of pleasure.

[But proper negotiation was. Therefore...]

What do you like? Show me.

[photog]

[penetration. when he says it like that, Prompto's eyebrows furl upward, and a hushed sound gurgles down at the back of his throat. there's something old fashioned about it, like... wouldn't must people just say fuck these days? but he doesn't put it past a guy who barely knows how to cuddle properly to get down with the dirty talk. that's okay, though. it's charming. he's already slightly overwhelmed by the offer to do what he wants, and as he presses his head forward to connect his and McGillis', he shares a sort of intimate look at him. his hesitation prior, his concept of what was right to do, and what wasn't right to do... this is a lawless society. his inhibitions about whether timing is right or wrong is probably meaningless. besides, in no uncertain terms, they know that if they don't make human connections, then they're not going to eat.

romance, buildup. to not feel lingering feelings to people he's wanted to have sex with in the past. that's what he'd like, but it's something that's unfortunately not going to be attainable in this city. so what's left after that? having some fun? letting go and living in the moment; it's something he's always prided himself on doing anyway.

but hell, he didn't need to have sex with Prompto if he just wanted to see more bird pics. this blond is happy to elaborate all day, every day about the cute little guys.]

Dude... I gotta admit. No one ever asks me that.

[he leans his head back from touching McGillis'. for a moment, he bites down on his bottom lip, and considers it. his lips curl into a recognizable sort of simple complacency, then, when he comes to a conclusion. yeah, he could definitely be down for "penetration," and McGillis? he's like, an 11 out of 10--- no wait, at least a 12. either way, a little out of his league from the norm. but if anything? he kind of wants to... work his way up to it.

with a sort of an outwardly breathy laugh, and a definite sense of awkwardness behind the subtle trepidation, he asks:]

Ever given a blowjob before?

[his ears pin backwards a bit, eyes settled on McGillis and sort of proud that he had the nerve to ask. and if he is such a good orator, maybe his oral skills are equally above board.]