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]

[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.]