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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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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 😒
Oh I think I can outdrink you mate. [It's not necessarily something he's proud of. Enough people who have been stupid enough to care about him have been telling him over the years that he might have a problem for him to know that his binges are far beyond 'normal' thresholds.
He's not laughing, about the acting thing. Azuma could have said Calvin Klein underwear model and he wouldn't have laughed either, honestly. He's pretty sure he hasn't seen him before, but that doesn't mean anything. John isn't a voracious consumer of most sorts of media. He barely turns on the telly unless there's a game on, let alone seen anything on stage.]
I'm sure the opportunity will come. People will get bored of this place, even if there's loads of uh, 'adult entertainment' to go around.
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Oh no. I feel like you're comforting me. That's usually my job. My... other job, that will go better here than acting, I'm sure.
[If he can find humor in it, he'll be fine. He's had to fend for himself for years. What's a little more? He'll just pick himself up and move forward with a heaping helping of denial.]
Do you talk to all the men and women you tangle with this way? You're going to be popular, if so.
[He's being cheeky, quite deliberately, to obscure the fact that he lurched himself into homesickness. Fake it. He's skilled.]
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Uh, no actually. I don't tend to stick around. [It's usually a quick affair, not very much unlike taking a leak. Shake his dick out, stuff it back in his trousers and away he goes. If he doesn't pass out in bed after an exhausting session and stay the night, he tries his best not to outstay his welcome.]
We don't get very far beyond the uh, 'thank you come again'. [Oop. Awkward pun. John tries not to laugh.] Quite literally. [He straightens up a bit just to grab his trenchcoat with his free hand, pulling it over and draping it half over Azuma's legs. Not enough to cover where he's resumed rubbing.]
Anyway. I'm not sure about comfort, but. Company I can do, tonight, if this half of your luxurious mansion is free. [Just casually inviting himself over. No big deal.]
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Well, then. On this rare and auspicious occasion, I'll happily host you.
[Though...] That said, you're welcome to "come again" any time. [Subtly licking his lips.] That was fun.
[Azuma is the type to stay the night, but even he knows sometimes it's best to leave. He's just the sort to take good care of people.
Now, less subtly, he reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants, more than a suggestion.]
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The touching stops momentarily while he tugs those trousers a little further down Azuma's legs. Just enough to get his cock out and work it over between his fingers and thumb, a deliberate sort of kneading and squeezing as a loose fist slides up the shaft and a thumb draws lazy, invisible circles around the head.
John leans in closer, nose bumping and nudging against Azuma's cool cheek. An indirect chase for a kiss that has him tilting his head so his lips can nip playfully at the corner of Azuma's mouth first before properly engaging in something deeper. The pace he sets belies the amount of control he's exerting over the situation, but he seems fairly eager to give, his hand never moving slow enough to leave Azuma feeling like it's lacklustre.]
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Honestly, the way he's practically being nuzzled is unexpected, half feral in Azuma's mind and half sweet. It's adorable, really, it's fun and it's the way he likes doing flings, intense in one moment and smoothly sliding into playfulness the next. A shuddering little giggle slips out, and he turns his head just enough to catch John's lips before he gets too far away. Somehow, he suspects he'll taste of something far away, like alcohol and cigarettes, but that's in no way undesirable. He likes unique people, people who make him wonder and make him want to soothe them all the more.
The stroking is working at him nicely, his hips occasionally pressing forward when the pressure is just right. A hand comes to rest on John's shoulder as he runs his tongue fleetingly over the man's lips, eager and ever a tease.]
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Striking a balance is hard, but where Azuma seems willing to give up ground, John seems to encroach further and further, nudging more insistently with his tongue, moving his knee strategically against Azuma's to keep him half pinned down with his legs spread open. His hand is cool to the touch gliding up under Azuma's shirt, dragging the fabric up and exposing most of his torso to the elements in the process.
Constantine's the type who would play. Who would stop when Azuma is too close that it would be frustrating not to be able to finish just because he wants to tease and ask what he wants to do, make him ask nicely for permission. And while he doesn't want to risk losing a playmate over cheap little thrills too early on until he gets to know him better, there is something assertive about the way he shows Azuma to try and get him to lie back down. A playful glint in his eyes. A free hand looking to get away with a particularly mean pinch and twist of his nipple, seeking avenues to push his luck.]
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