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TDM 002
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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress."  The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up. Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars. Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.)  "You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication." No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries. The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well. "Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷." Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes!  ( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn. ...Did you say priced? That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app. You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it? (Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.) And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative? N A V I G A T I O N |
you know which one
relatively surprised that someone who looks like such a thug a) knows what a chocobo is and b) is tenderly relating to it just like he would. he can surmise by the glam-band hair that he's rocking, that he probably comes from the same parallel world that Cloud, the hot goth uncle and the cool guy obsessed with morning trainings at the beach do. which, okay, he's gotten along with all of them pretty well, why not try to... uhm. make friends?]
Crouching is kinda like a predatory stance for these guys. If you sit down, they're more likely to come to you.
[he offers some sage advice to the redhead, and if he doesn't trust it, he'll just have to show him.]
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glancing over at the blond, his brows raise slightly at the umprompted advice before he drops down on the floor unceremoniously. tucking one leg in, he rests his right arm on top of bent knee as he looks up at the younger man. ]
Like this? [ he really wants to pet a baby chocobo, ok? don't fucking @ him. ]
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Prompto neatly sits down next to Reno, criss-cross-apple-sauce the way he was taught to do in kindergarten, and watches him try to encourage the little fella to come grace Reno with its warm and nuzzling countenance. it's really, really hard not to absolutely love the shit out of baby chocobos.
to think, in just a few months time, it'll be a wily teenager, buck wild and ready to lay waste to the desert outside of town. even that sets a warmth through Prompto's three-sizes-too-big heart.]
You got it. [he looks over Reno contemplatively.] I'm Prompto, by the way. Just leave your hand out, nice and still. You wanna show the chocobo that it's okay to be curious, but you don't want to make flashy, sudden hand movements to scare it off.
These guys have a lot of anxiety when they're this small, y'know?
[mood.]
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The name's Reno. [ offering him his gloved right hand for a shake, he glances over at the blond curiously. ]
You know a lot about chocobos, don'tcha? [ a beat. ] Are you in the trade?
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Nah, just a huge fan.
[and then breaking his concentration on putting all his positive energy into making this work, his eyes tilt down to the band around Reno's neck, and he catches himself in a half sort-of-chuckle here.]
Well, "Reno" definitely beats "Left Unsupervised."
[Prompto's here for you, supervising away.]
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Gotcha.
[ at the mention of his collar, his face contorts into one of displeasure as he clicks his tongue irritably. ] I've been trying to get rid of this crappy thing all day, [ actually, he came to this area because he was attempting to find something to use on it. ] but it ain't coming off without a fight.
[ it makes zero sense how resilient it is. ]
I questioned one of those robotic assholes earlier, but all it told me to do was go fuck. [ he is very aggrieved here. ] Like a fucking broken record.
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and somehow?
even through all that, he's gotten more action in the past month than he has in the first 20 years of his life.
so the question becomes... does he break it to Reno now, or let him enjoy the fact that the chick is really close by. he purses his lips together, and gives Reno a non-committal sort of pat on the back- mysterious as to whether or not it sympathy for the fact that he's going to have to put out to get out of his collar, or congratulations for landing a baby chocobo's trust.]
Yeah, that thing's not coming off any time soon, probably.
[ah.]
Look, you're totally charming the heck out of the baby!
[and, just because he's honest.]
Which, uh. Is probably only here because someone got laid and it brought these majestic creatures back into the world. If that... y'know. Explains anything about the Nameless Isle works.
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reno is trying to live his best life here, trying to make a friend for life. (it's gonna go back to gaia with him. no one stop him.) his aggravation with the whole kinky collar bullshit is mitigated almost instantly by how close the chick is to him now. he really can't help how delighted his smile has become. ]
Shit. [ he's almost afraid to move now, not wanting to scare it away. ] Do ya think I can pet it?
[ he wants to pet it. the tiny bird is just so fucking fluffy and cute. ]
I can't believe somebody fucked 'em into existence. [ he chokes back a laugh at the revelation. ] Well, whoever they are, they're a fucking hero, yo. Every place needs chocobos. Even a hellish sex island. [ he tilts his head slightly. ] So, I guess I'm gonna have to... what, fuck this thing off?
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Yeah, you two seem pretty choco-patible. Give it a try, you might've found a new friend.
[we'll just
ignore the fact that McGillis' ego is probably bursting from the seams at some undisclosed location. he clears his throat.]
Yeah, that's the basic... gist of the whole thing. Sex your way to the top!
...
Or the bottom, I guess?
[as he philosophizes about the merits of power bottoming to obtain social status.]
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[ leaning forward, he tentatively attempts to pet the little bird, a boyish smile soon spreading across over his demeanor the moment he succeeds. he grows quiet for a moment while he strokes its feathers, wondering if it'll be too premature to pick it up. ]
Sounds straightforward enough. [ he finally breaks the silence, glancing over at the blond. ] So, are you fucking your way to the top or the bottom?
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Prompto doesn't know what to think about the situation. people who are kind to chocobos by natural instinct are the type of people that he likes being around, for better or for worse. he's charmed, then, watching Reno as he interacts with the little chick. still, he might want to button up his shirt. nipple slips are about as strong as limit breaks around here.]
Me? Oh... neither, I've taken a vow of celibacy.
[Prompto Argentum is a goddamn lie.]
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and pls don't get started on him with the dress shirt. if tseng can't even get him to button it up, then no one else stands a chance. maybe he will once the weather gets colder, but honestly, he likes his clothes loose fitting. he'll cover up more once he can swap his work uniform for something more casual.
his hand freezes mid-pet at the word celibacy, staring at the blond in disbelief. ]
You don't look the type, no offense. [ he gestures at his appearance. ] So, why the vow?
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I've... had a few really intense sexual encounters since coming here.
[his sex drive should be on cooldown at the moment, but please- please stop being so incredibly good looking while simultaneously being sweet to the little chocobo babe. it's really not helping him, Prompto.
but maybe there's something to be said about having more sex just... makes you a tad more a sexual person overall? he's gotten more in the last month than he has in the last 2 years, which says... something? it says something.]
'Sides, the chocobos here need a daddy more than I do.
[he laughs, mosty at himself. his sense of humor, man.]
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Ah, gotcha. [ too much sex can be draining. it's why you gotta pace yourself, pal. ]
Well, that's a shame. [ the corner of his lips tilts up into a teasing smile. ] If you weren't practicin' right now, I would've asked if you were interested in helpin' a guy out with his collar situation. [ he pulls at the pink neckband indicatively. ]
But I guess not. [ his attention returns to the peppy yellow chick as he gently scoops it up into his hands. ] Hey, buddy. You wanna be best friends from now on? You can be my wingman. [ he's pretty sure this chocobo is male, but after a beat— ] Or winglady. [ more power to it. ]
Wait a minute, [ he looks back over at prompto with a small frown. ] do I look daddy to you?
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easy-going!
and easy to get into bed, apparently. that much wasn't something he really knew much about until he got here. he's not going to lie to himself about some altruistic urge to help Reno out with removing his collar. anything that he'd commit to right now would purely be... well, mostly because he just punned at a chocobo and that kind of makes him feel like casual sex should be on the radar? awful. he's becoming awful.]
Oh, no.
["he's still really cute." he says it to himself, mostly. goddammit.
breathing in through his nose, he knows he shouldn't? he knows he shouldn't. but celibacy is kind of boring and he's kind of starting to like fucking. Ignis would be so disappointed.
with sense of self-defeat, he reaches out towards Reno's collar and loops a hooking forefinger into it.]
Stables?
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but prompto didn't hold out for very long, did he? he didn't think the guy's decision to remain celibate would last very long in the first place, but he didn't expect him to buckle almost immediately. it's kiiinda entertaining. ]
Thought ya took a vow. [ his smile slowly widens into a feral grin as the blond slides his finger through the band of his collar. leaning towards him, he sets the baby chocobo off to the side as he lifts his hand to curl his fingers over his wrist. ] But sure, stables.
[ lead the way. ]
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[listen, he was doing so well up until this moment, having abstained from getting down and dirty with anyone. he'd been so sexually shy when he got here too, but it was obvious that this place was starting to wear him down, little by little. not that he's jumping at the bit to fill out his own personal a5, but a lot of the inhibitions that had tripped him up were starting to subside.
he doesn't have a rhyme or reason for why Reno, why right now, other than the subtle request and willingness for them both at the moment, and he smiles cutely at the redhead as his wrist is taken down from his collar.
Prompto gets a good look around the place to make sure there's at leas a modicum of privacy, and leads the both of them across the grassy field where some chocobos are enjoying their domesticity. the stables aren't too far off from where they are, but he's keenly leading Reno, looking back once every few steps, until they're in the confines of the shedded area. he lets go.]
I swear this isn't like, a regular thing. [yet.
he closes the distance, as a hand begins to undress what few buttons are left of Reno's shirt.
which, woof. he has a beautiful chest.]
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it ain't like reno's one to judge. he's known for being sexual (arguably even overly sexual) and he usually likes to hang around people who're just as carefree about sex as he is. he prefers them over any other alternatives. they make things less complicated in the long run.
as he lets the blond tug him through the grassy field, he gives the baby chocobo a two finger salute with a silent promise to come back to fetch him later. his grin has mellowed to a vague smile now while he pretends not to take notice of prompto's occasional glance back.
does he think he'll disappear if he doesn't check on him every couple of steps? it's honestly pretty amusing.
once they're within the stables, reno listens to the blond offer up his little justification. ] No, 'course not. [ he drawls, watching him make quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. ] You're a monk after all. [ reclining back slightly, he starts to undo his pants, sliding the zipper down. ] So, [ he regards him pleasantly. ] how d'you wanna do this?
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which is just an awful metaphor all around because there's nothing chaste about Prompto Argentum, at all. he smiles at Reno's forwardness to playing along with the little roleplay that they've both set up here, and it takes him an ounce of self-restraint (which is weird, considering) to not roll his eyes. in a good way, at least, as Prompto retorts back by tugging downward against his belt until the loop becomes slack and there's enough give to remove the clutch from the eyelet and shimmy the material past his hips.]
You're messin' up my chakras over here.
[god.
Prompto gets on his knees and it should be pretty clear how he wants to do this as he presses his soft lips against the outline of a (presumably) soft cock. wake up, nerd, we're going to the beach. and by beach, we mean, Prompto's mouth.]
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he can't be all that pure of a guy if he's so willing to play ball js.
in any case, he doesn't mind their current playful repertoire even if he makes no promises that he'll keep it up for long. ]
I plan to do more than mess up your chakras. [ it's said with an agreeable enough expression as he looks down at him. just as expected, he must have some experience with this. no hesitation, no shyness — just straightforward and eager. ] Hey, [ prompto won't have to wait too long for him to start getting hard. one good (or debatedly bad) thing about reno is that his body is always a little too ready for sex. maybe if he was less of a thot, he wouldn't have this problem, but sometimes even the mere thought of fun to come is enough to stir him up. of course, that also depends on who his partner is and luckily for prompto, he finds him pretty cute. ] does this mean you're gonna have to retake that vow after this?
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but Prompto and modesty have slowly begun to part ways; not much you can do about it when you get turned into a flower monster and get handsy with a guy you were once too shy to pee in front of. he's testing the waters, so to speak. he doesn't know if this right for him, but he also doesn't know if it's not right, either. the simple fact of the matter was that Reno was kind of hot, he aroused a few feelings in his little beating cage of a heart for the kindness he showed to chocobos, and this island wants them to get it on if they ever have hopes of having an iota of normalcy around here. whatever, it is what it is, and as he unfurls the band of underwear from Reno's hips, he hears the warning sign that the redhead offers him.
it's kind of like a threat, right? except one that comes through with sexual undertones, and honestly? Prompto had come out to have a good time, and he feels so attacked right now. his eyebrows lift, and he's not sure what to say. he's awful at sex talk. like, there's the standard "throw me down and fuck my brains out," that he should be able to employ, but he's way more prone to fluster himself into something more along the lines of "throw my brains out and fuck me down," so he just acknowledges the redness that the bridge of his nose collects and breathes.]
Yeah, probably. I'm a pretty cream pie-ous guy.
[oh god, please don't comment on that.
his mouth wraps around Reno's cock so that he doesn't have to feel the burning self-embarrassment that he just had to... lean into. he raises his hand upward, grasping firmly around his shaft as he begins balancing on his knees, forward and back, forward and back.]
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so long story short, he would have been fine if prompto didn't feel the need to respond back to him in a similar manner. it ain't everyone's forte; it's fine.
fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who you ask), he does get an answer back from him. not expecting the pun at all, he's unable to stop a burst of laughter from erupting forth, his arms immediately wrapping around his torso while a gloved hand lifts to cover his mouth, suppressing the slight humor-filled tremors quaking his upper body. ]
Shit. Shit, I'm sorry— [ he shakes his head with an apologetic smile, waving his hand. ] I didn't mean to laugh at you, yo. That was just so dorky. [ a beat and then: ] Like in a cute way though. [ at least he has managed to regain his composure. ]
You keep being pious then. [ there's still a drop of amusement left lingering in his voice, but it soon gives way for the return of a more teasing intonation. ] Until then, [ he smiles down at the blond, half-lidded eyes watching him part his lips to take in the length of his erection. ] I'll try not to taint you too much. [ the warmth of his mouth is a welcome sensation against his own heat, so with a small gesture of encouragement, he reaches down to brush the back of his knuckles against the younger man's temple. ]
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still, it's kind of hard not to feel the urge to smile, and it's not like he doesn't know he's a giant fucking dork, which only makes him a tad more endeared to the taste that's rapidly beginning to overwhelm his tongue. it's admittedly hard to taint Prompto; he's already ticked off 4 of his squares, but then again, this is Reno- and not that Prompto knows it yet, but there's always a far more deplorable state of being that he could be in right now.
all bets are off when he's lightly praised like that, with the rapping of bony knuckles against his temple, and Prompto takes to his task earnestly. he steadies his body, forming a tight circle of leather to stimulate the ridge of his head as his tongue passes back and forth through the cyclical action of his head. he guards his teeth with his lips, providing only more friction for how chapped they are, and he's not a world class pornstar champ at giving good oral, but he's working as well as he can to draw out the taste of Reno in his mouth- especially in the way he uses the bumpy ridges of his tongue to rub teasingly at the underbelly of his head.
Prompto's experimenting here, but there's something he kind of likes about just laying into Reno like this. it's not complicated, or filled with reservations, and it's not drug fueled. he feels lewd, caught and exposed to be doing this outside the confines of an enclosed room. but for what it's worth? it's invigorating, in a way. shyness be damned, it's fun being a little perverted, huh?]
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he just never had someone deliver such a cheesy pun right before a sex act, yo. first time for everything. now that they've put it past them though, he can actually pay attention to what's happening downstairs better. it really is a nice sight, one that never quite gets old.
unsurprisingly, reno would readily agree with prompto that being a little perverted is fun. it's nice to let loose and go with the flow without complicated thoughts and worries trashing the mood. it's why he likes to keep all of his relationships casual at best. if it was never serious to begin with, then it lessens the chance that it'll blow up in his face. ]
You're doing very well. [ he comments lightly, his fingers raking gently through soft blond strands. almost in agreement, he feels himself hardening more, coaxed along by the tantalizing sensation of the blond's tongue on his head. ] Can you take me in deeper? [ he asks softly. ] I wanna feel the heat of your mouth on me.
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regardless, fuck if he isn't into praise kink. the idea of someone telling him that he's doing a good job, and then coaxing him to stretch his boundary limits is just the sort of thing that makes his dick twitch in his pants, and if it weren't for the fact that he was on his knees, there's a good chance his own hand would be down lower into his nethers, thumb gliding over his head to wipe the bead of translucent liquid that pools there. it's probably a little pathetic to get wet over hearing "good boy" like he's some sort of pet, but it doesn't change the fact that it's happening and it certainly doesn't stop him from going to town on Reno's dick.
eager to please, his shoulders perk upward as he remembers to relax his throat. Reno might've found it tantalizing to hear the drowned out sounds of a gag rising upward, but Prompto wants to keep this at least... somewhat classy, despite the fact that they're in the open air and he's currently drawing Reno's cock deeper inward. he feels fingers through his hair, another compliment to his task, as he slides Reno's head and shaft down the length of his tongue. just... a little more. just a tiny bit more, and his mouth runs deep enough that he can practically kiss the other's abdomen. it doesn't last incredibly long as that rejecting force starts to tighten his throat and his eyes become slightly watery. the benefit of reaching the back of his throat, though, is the way his own mouth's lubrication slicks around Reno's dick better than any amount of saliva could otherwise.
he looks upward toward Reno when he's returned to half staff, beginning the slow and methodic bob of his head, coordinating it against the pull of his hand. he maintains eye contact throughout, letting his tongue create friction just at the underbelly of his head, curling around the shaft of his dick as he goes deeper, and then out, once again.]
sorry for the lateness!
all good!
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