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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[ruggie]

[The glancing of teeth gave him an answer, at least. He was permitted to be a bit feistier.]

[If it came to choice, he was preferring not to expose himself, not to have that level of vulnerability, but McGillis wanted to see more of him. Quickly, his mind puts together a distraction attempt, just to see if it worked,]

Eh? How long as you gonna make me wait to taste you, Daddy?

[he whines, fingers trailing along McGillis' waistline]

[mcvillain]

I believe I gave you an order.

[So no. No, it didn't work, and he's getting pinched on the tail for that obvious gambit.]

[ruggie]

[There's a small yip-like sound in response to the pinch. Well, he can't be blamed for trying. And he'd have really preferred his clothes on, in case he needed to make a fast exit later...]

Y'did. [And he could fight it but that was effort.]

[Instead, he'll take advantage of the brief moment of distance. Off comes the leather vest, the ornamental colored necklaces, the shirt-]

[There aren't any more beastly features hiding under his shirt. He's a little on the scrawny side. There's enough muscle in his arms but the large shirt he wore did betray how slim his waist was (although McGillis' hands had figured that out already). While some patches are skin are as blemish-free as his youth would suggest, there are a few more scars and marks than a normal teenager wore.]

I figured you were more of a "sir, yes, sir" type anyways...

[not that the daddy felt totally inappropriate! just sayin']

[mcvillain]

[What a pretty little creature.

Fortunately for Ruggie—or perhaps unfortunately, depending upon your perspective—McGillis doesn't punish him any further, distracted by that lithe form. He drags an open palm along the slim expanse of his chest, all the way down to that petite waist. He's young, but that's not a deterrent. Far from it, he looks hungry, all the more eager to devour him whole.]

Well, I won't object to that. Although you don't seem the obedient sort.

[Depending upon your perspective. He fondles a bare thigh with his fingers, although he purposely avoids anything between.]

You're a tiny thing... are you sure you can take all of me?

[All of him, made obvious by the prominent bulge in his pants. Somebody's happy to see him.]

[ruggie]

Eh, I can say things without meaning them, that's easy. [in response to his "obedience."]

["Pretty" wouldn't even be on his top ten adjectives for himself. Still, he knows he's probably getting extra points for the novelty of it all. It was one of those situations he didn't have to be good, he had to be available.]

[And it seems like available meant the whole way. From his earlier redirect attempt he was pretty sure he couldn't just wear him out with oral or something of the sort. That would throw a wrench in the plan of setting up these bargains a few more times, huh. Hopefully it was worth it.]

But I mean it [probably] when I say I'm hungry for all of it~.

[and he brushes his fingertips over that bulge. respectfully. really.]

[mcvillain]

If you're so certain.

[He's been patient with Ruggie, and in all fairness, Ruggie has been patient with him. Admirably so, given that perky nature. He unwinds his belt and unzips, revealing that bulge and just what he meant: he's tall, he's broad, and he's large in every way that counted. Especially below the waist.

Almost flirtatiously, he rubs himself against one of those thighs, granting Ruggie a taste. Just not all of it, which he seemed to want.]

Perhaps you should set up camp, right in here. You're going to be a bit sore for a time.

[And that's no idle braggadocio. Just a matter of, ahem, physics.]

[ruggie]

[The bulge didn't show him any disservice. He was just that big. At least it wasn't some cliche like he talked big because he wasn't. Although that would be kinder on his hips, for sure.]

Ah, well, it's not like there's a bunch of stuff I have to keep track of. [you know, what with the jamjar inventory. He didn't have anything as big as a gundam to have come with him.]

I don't see a problem with hanging around.

[It's a half-truth, half-lie. After all, he would rather stay mobile but, in the end, he could make this work. As he drags his fingertips along the considerable length of McGillis' shaft.]

Maybe you can find me something nice to decorate it with~ [spoken like a true sugar baby]

[mcvillain]

Already planning ahead?

[He can see that scheming from miles off, boy. Mainly being a schemer himself, those kinds of moves are obvious, but he can respect someone who goes after what they want. Hesitation was for the weak. The weak-willed, anyway. Ruggie doesn't look like he'll win any contest of strength, but cunning mattered a lot more. As they both know.

McGillis hums pleasantly, being touched. Preening, almost, ever the big cat in repose.]

I might visit. If you say pretty please.

[He's bitten, again. This time on the shoulder, this time enough to leave a mark.]

[ruggie]

[It's hardly a scheme if he just openly asks for it, is it? An unspoken but open exchange of that preening and praising for material goods. If McGillis wanted to treat him like a beast, an oddity, something to look upon with satisfaction, then he better take care of it.]

Hss- [A little sound from the bite- it shouldn't have been unexpected but, well, he was learning.]

[After that brief moment to adjust, he's responding. The touch on McGillis shaft turns into more of a lazy stroke. Not that he needed much help to stand to attention.]

Geez, [he leans up slightly, nipping at the other's neck and then licking over the small, redden spots]

Pretty please~? Bring me something nice, so I can thank you properly then.

[mcvillain]

[Finally, Ruggie gains some ground, in the sense that McGillis shudders at those nips to his neck. It's a weak spot, a cursed vulnerability for sure, but he can't help it. Especially when he's bedding someone with such infectious energy. He's cute, he called it right from the start, and that sassy streak only endears him all the more. And especially that pretty please.]

Of course.

[Well, that didn't take much convincing at all. It might be fun to have a pet, he thinks. And certainly a pet as charming as this one. Shameless to the end, he rocks into Ruggie's grip, more than hard enough but greedy for whatever contact he can wrest from those dainty fingers.]

I told you before, and it remains true. I have no desire to hurt you. So what position would be easiest...?

[He asks that, but shoving him onto all fours and having his way seems most appropriate.]

[ruggie]

[So the neck was a weak point, huh? There's a moment where a glint of success comes over that cute, mischievous face. He found a weak point and he was being promised some form of gift. If he could get it from others, then he didn't have to spend his own resources on it.]

[As for what position would be easiest- that's where his knowledge fades. He doesn't let it show on his face but he does hesitate, cupping his hand over the head of McGillis' cock, hoping the stimulation will buy him a second.]

Let me hold onto you~ [he decides, playing up that neediness again. It would likely be rough either way. At least if he could cling on, bite down on that neck, drag his nails down the other's back... that would be just as satisfying.]

I bet you could keep me up against the wall, even, just like that! [liberal application of praise]

[mcvillain]

Such a greedy request.

[All of the attention, all for himself. But it's doable, and he's strong enough to support that weight—not much of it, anyway, and he's taken heavier in the past. He's a not so secret sucker for praise, although he remains as composed as ever, fielding a follow-up request. Because he's also greedy, and he also likes seeing his prey beg.]

But I think you can ask a bit better than that. It's good practice, anyway, wagging your tail for me.

[McGillis cups the side of his face, fondly pets a furry ear.]

Let's see your sharpest smile. And let's hear your earnest pretty please.

[ruggie]

[Greedy, greedy, greedy, just two people seeing what they could take from one another. He can't tell exactly if his praise is hitting the mark. It certainly wasn't hurting, at least. There was no comment about him throwing away him pride- he wasn't going to criticize it when it benefited him, huh?]

Issat so? [he's smiling but his tail isn't wagging]

[But a practiced liar doesn't hesitate. He leans into the touch, nuzzling against the hand that may feed him.]

Hold me? [his lips part, letting a glimpse of those pointed canines come through] Please?

[he turns his head and, in a gesture to try and seal the deal, kisses McGillis' palm]

Pretty please?

[mcvillain]

[That seals it, alright. Of course, a liar knows a liar, but in this case he doesn't mind. Ruggie's just looking out for himself, just trying to survive, and he can't fault him for that. Especially if it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. So McGillis dips his head, ever so graciously, like an animal recognizing its fellow. Not submissive, but friendly, instead.]

When you ask like that, it's difficult to refuse.

[And he's lifted, without trouble, which begs the question of why it took so long. He's pressed against the wall, roughly but not unkindly, so Ruggie can adjust himself.]

Someone should start feeding you better... you're light as a feather.

[Except they both know who that "someone" will wind up being.]

[ruggie]

[The cold wall isn't the worst when it came to this sort of thing. There wasn't a comfortable spot anywhere in sight, so really, he was only making it easier on himself by demanding to be lifted. He's able to hook his ankles fairly well behind the other's back.]

[And he is alarmingly light.]

For now, at least it means I won't tire you out as quick~

[Since, after all, now was hardly the time for any sort of sob story. He ate well enough at school and no one would be eating well immediately in this strange place. If he could secure a meal, he would. He links his hands behind McGillis' neck, knowing that at a certain point it would be his job just to hold on.]

I wouldn't say no to a meal, though... [he leans forward, to rest in the crook of the other's neck]

I promise I'd savor every last bite. [the innuendo is clear, but it's been clear pretty much their whole conversation]

[mcvillain]

[McGillis finds some faint amusement in that.]

You won't tire me out, no matter your efforts.

[Was it a challenge? Maybe, but McGillis sounds awfully confident, either way. He pushes in, with his weight, so there's nowhere else to go. Nowhere to run, although even a dirty scavenger knows when to stick around. His cock can be keenly felt, slotted between his legs, as McGillis considers his next steps aloud.]

Have you taken a man before, Ruggie? Should I be gentle?

[He smirks as he says it, as if that particular concern has already been addressed. And maybe it has.]