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TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES
| TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES |
Uploading user data to environmental systems. . . please wait.  Augmentations c̴̦͋o̷͓̺̘̓m̸̮̈̾́p̸̻̃l̵̠̱̤̅e̷̢̧̺͐̃̽t̸͈̓ḙ̴͙̓͘. Proceed . . .? Y/N > Y  Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you: Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔ Darkness overtakes you once again. I. Arrival  When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home. II. Tropical Snow  The Augur hasn't forgotten your festive needs, Islanders! Though the Island weather remains sunny and tropical, a powdery snow has begun to fall from blue skies, collecting into pristine piles overnight. Fortunately, unlike some other snowstorms Islanders might have experienced, this one won't freeze you. In fact, the temperature of the powder is perfectly pleasant, even though everything else about it is exactly as one might remember from white holidays past. It even sticks together nicely, making it absolutely perfect for snowballs, forts, and sculptures, and the 'bots encourage Islanders to enjoy this little treat from the Augur for the limited time that it will last. Even robots pelted by snowballs will chirp cheery encouragements. It is, however, a little slippery… and a bit tacky. And sweet? Catching snowflakes on your tongue has never been so rewarding. III. It Came From Above  In addition to the Island's traditional cherub dragon helpers, Islanders may notice a newcomer to the skies above: these zippy little drones, which flit about playfully and broadcast festive songs from Islander memories whilst they assist the dragonets in decorating the hospital and other public buildings in wintery colors and charming strings of lights. Make sure you mind your head, because the more mischievous of the drones have minds of their own when it comes to decorating sometimes! If you're looking a little dour, you might become the next surface wrapped up in lights and tinsel. Maybe even with someone else, for pleasant company of course! Oh, and those mistletoe bots? They seem to pick targets at will, locking on and hovering overhead until their If asked for assistance with a drone, Island robots will helpfully inform you that the drones make excellent pets! Just be sure to pick one that doesn't bite. IV. Sticky Circumstances  The robots may have made a veeerryy slight miscalculation. As time passes, the mysteriously room-temperature snow that blankets the Island begins to… well, melt. Except, it doesn't melt into water. What results instead from this well-meaning experiment is a slippery, sticky, sweet substance just like icing sugar… but everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the buildings, sliding in globs off the leaves of every palm tree. While it may taste good, and pests like ants are never a problem in paradise, it's quite a nuisance! Robots will offer credits for assistance in clean-up, rewarding especially handsomely as the mess seems to gunk up their joints. With enough help from Islanders and drones, the mess could be cleaned up within the week! If an Islander would rather just enjoy their Island-wide slip and slide, however? The 'bots won't fault them. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Searching through the pantry and the refrigerator, he settles on something that's both sweet and easy to prepare. He learned how to make crepes filled with fruit in the cafe, and there ought to still be some preserves. As he gathers up the ingredients, he can't help a quiet scoff.]
I may be more of a mess now than I ever have been before. How could I look good?
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It's because you're a mess that you look good. Haven't you ever had your dick buried in me and I'm moaning under you and you couldn't help thinking about how good I looked? It's like that. I look at you and I can easily think about how fun it is to fuck you.
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Right now, this is simple enough. One foot in front of the other, doing what's in front of him until everything comes easily again.
Though that's more difficult when he has Xue Yang's words to contend with. As the image enters his mind, he stirs the batter a bit too hard as squeak escapes his lips. Some splatters onto his apron, other droplets landing on his skin. Not enough to ruin breakfast, but heavens, he's even more of a mess now. He isn't sure if it's better or not when he thinks of how that wouldn't be too different with that nameless friend...]
A reminder of past ventures inviting you for more, I take it.
[His voice only lowers to an embarrassed mumble because no amount of sex can do anything about his paper-thin face. Though that thought leads to another, making him curious enough to speak more clearly as he peers over his shoulder back at Xue Yang.]
Then what do you think of how I look when I'm in a more... presentable state?
[He can predict the answer for most people, so much so that he doesn't have to ask when he's usually told unprompted, but Xue Yang is different from most.]
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The struggle comes through on his face a bit as he tries to search through his unpoetic vocabulary to find something that feels like it fits right, but he keeps discarding one option after another. It shouldn't be this hard to just answer the question, right? And yet... he doesn't know. He doesn't know what his answer is, so after a too-long pause, his reply comes out with a hint of a questioning tone in it. ]
You look good like that too.
[ But it's a different "good", and he doesn't know how to wrap his head around what the difference is enough to put it into words. ]
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It might be the first laugh in front of Xue Yang that isn't a scoff, or isn't born out of a dark, ironic amusement. Ever since the truth came out, the man playing up his charm made Xiao Xingchen's ire grow, compounded by the knowledge of how much he'd love it under other circumstances. Yet right now, something about his unguarded and confused reaction reminds him of the kind of feeling when the situation was much more simple.]
I see...
[Xiao Xingchen isn't sure how to respond to that either. Instead, he clears his throat and regains his serious tone. How can he forget what the situation is now?]
This will taste better if it has a little time to rest. We can eat it quickly, or we can wash off first and eat afterwards.
[Already thinking about how easily he's fallen into doing this again - just as Xue Yang had demanded before - feels like a cup of sobering cold water dumped on him after his moment of amusement, but it isn't enough to shake him as he focuses on getting ready for the day.]
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As much as he's eager to have the sweets that Xiao Xingchen is preparing, he knows that listening to him about giving them enough time will indeed produce better food. Plus, there's the chance of getting up to more fun in the shower if the two of them wash up together. ]
How about we get clean? And then we can get dirty all over again if we want to.
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They're definitely going to need some aphrodisiac-free ingredients if they want to get out of the house at a decent hour.]
Alright, let's wash off. We can consider anything else after that much.
[Taking off the apron, he's naked once more, an arm pressing against his chest as if by a reflex before he starts towards the bathroom. Unlike his once and current roommate, being completely naked would feel embarrassing for him even if he was alone.]
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Do you need me to clean you out too, daozhang?
[ It's a phrase he's used before for both of them, sometimes when angling his ass towards Xiao Xingchen and sometimes directed at Xiao Xingchen's pussy, depending on how they've had sex that particular time. ]
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I can... take care of it myself, thank you.
[Maybe he would have agreed, shy after some weeks of them not doing what used to be practically a ritual. However, what feels right with Xue Yang is still far from what was before.
He doesn't think about how he hasn't said "no" there.
Once he's stepped into the shower and he has a moment to relax, all the tension leaves him. His hair slips out of its bun, falling down his back. Water cascades down his form, easing every sting and point of soreness it touches. Of course the water can't wash away everything, especially not all his troubles... but it feels nice for now.
Tilting his head back and letting the shower envelop him in its spray, a soft moan slips through his parted lips and he could forget about Xue Yang staring easily.]
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He wraps his arms around Xiao Xingchen and places his hands on his stomach, resting his head against Xiao Xingchen's own. ]
Daozhang, can you feel it? Is it still sloshing around inside of you? Or has it all leaked out already?
[ If it weren't for the words and the seductive tone he uses to say them, this could almost pass as affectionate. ]
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Still inside...
[The answer is more sheepish than he wants it to be, and he tries to reach down below Xue Yang's hands, his own touch meandering and unsure of how to start. He should suggest that they shower one at a time, but instead he says:]
You're n-not going to get clean like this.
[Neither will Xiao Xingchen, a bit more reluctant to slip his fingers inside himself while pressed against Xue Yang.]
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I'll get clean after. You're the one in front, daozhang, so you can get clean first.
[ It's clear that he's saying it because he wants to enjoy Xiao Xingchen "cleaning himself out" while he watches from over his shoulder.
As if to encourage him Xue Yang gives a slight press of that stomach. As if, if Xiao Xingchen had been completely filled up, the pressure might have forced out some of the cum from inside of him. All in the name of "helping", of course. ]
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I couldn't hold that much inside inside me.
[At least... he thinks not. Hopefully he didn't tempt fate by saying that.
While nothing like this should be so embarrassing after sex, it's different like this. Sex is full of reactions he can't suppress, immediate need that he has little time to think of during the act. This requires more thought, with more consciousness of the man behind him watching.
Though he could tell the man to leave for now if all he's going to do is make this more embarrassing, he steels himself to act untroubled—it might be worse to appear so timid in front of Xue Yang at this point.
He needs to lean back into Xue Yang for balance, hand turned around to grip onto the shoulder behind him. Lifting up one leg, he angles his hips upwards so he can reach deeper inside. Normally, he could hold his balance on a single foot even while standing upon a narrow tree branch, but he feels as clumsy and fumbling as an ordinary person right now. The water could turn to steam on his face as his fingers dip inside, and he stifles a quiet noise as the tips rub against the sore, sensitized inner walls.]
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He watches as Xiao Xingchen reaches inside, eager to take in everything about him as he touches himself. This isn't a sight he gets to see that often, and he wants to enjoy it to the fullest.
The only thing he does in reaction is murmur softly under his breath. ]
Daozhang...
[ He wouldn't be able to place the emotion in his own voice if asked. ]
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At this angle, he can move his fingers inside up to the knuckle. He curls his fingers against the walls to start scooping the mixed liquids out of him, trying to ignore how they squeeze down around him as he works. The water washes away the lewd mixture, and he pushes inside again, trying to not think too much of how he must look like he's fucking himself on his own fingers to the man who can see from almost the same point of view as his. After repeating the motion a few times, his head tilts back against Xue Yang as he whimpers, fingertips now running over the sweet spot that's been relentlessly stimulated throughout the night.
Just a bit more, to be thorough...]
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Not even he's tried getting fucked for that long, and he can only imagine how sore and sensitive it might be. ]
Do you need help now, daozhang?
[ The offer is made before he can think about it, his voice soft and low. ]
Can you reach deep enough?
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So this isn't just because he managed to arouse himself again already.]
Alright, I... might need your help. But be careful...
[He moves his hand out of the way, pressing more against Xue Yang and gripping his shoulder tighter as if to brace himself.]
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[ No. No he's not.
But he shifts very slightly to get a good angle as he reaches down. When Xue Yang slips a finger inside he doesn't bother with a shallow touch to start out: Xiao Xingchen obviously would have handled whatever there was to be done there already. Instead he reaches deep inside and curls his finger to catch what fluid he can there, then slowly pulls it out. If anything, his touch is too slow. Though it seems like he's being helpful, he's certainly pressing against Xiao Xingchen's walls a little more than he needs to be doing to accomplish his goal. Little by little he scoops more liquid out to draw more reactions from Xiao Xingchen. ]
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But Xue Yang's fingers moving inside so quickly is unexpected, and despite his bracing himself, he feels the air pushed out from his lungs with a moan that betrays his surprise. As Xue Yang's fingers - a slightly rougher texture than his own - rub against the sore walls, they flutter more wildly than ever before, all too sensitive. When the fingers rub into that spot, he feels it far more than his own fingers, and even an "incidental" touch makes him jump and cry out as heat shoots through all of him. The leg he's holding up tries to find purchase on the slippery glass door as it trembles.
Despite his choice influenced by his arousal, he starts to doubt if he should let this continue. This is before they even have any aphrodisiac food for today, he notes with some panic. His body may never have any rest at this rate...
Of course, his body would try to again make that choice for him, and start trying to lower on Xue Yang's fingers. He fights against the impulse, but he can't stop his hips from giving a few quick, shallow bounces. His now-free hand flies to Xue Yang's wrist, holding it in a light grip, as if unsure if he wants to stop him of encourage him.]
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The fact that he's having difficulty getting hard is what decides for him, and he wraps his free arm around Xiao Xingchen's waist to hold him steady. ]
It's alright, daozhang. I won't drop you.
[ His voice is sincere and mocking in equal measure. He lets his hand pause with Xiao Xingchen's hand grabbing it, but then he continues, working even more slowly now. ]
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Still, it doesn't matter what Xue Yang makes of it.
For a moment, he considers taking Xue Yang's hand and pushing his fingers deeper inside, as fast as he would when using a toy. If Xue Yang wants to be so helpful, he could service him in that way. But there comes a point when Xue Yang is having too much fun at once...
Breathless, he murmurs:]
There, t-that... should be enough.
[He tries to pull out of Xue Yang's grip, pulling at his hand to take it out while he tries to get to his feet. It's not like he's being too inconsiderate—he can feel Xue Yang's lack of erection against him.]
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[ He lets his hand come back out, then wraps his arm around Xiao Xingchen to join his other for a moment. There's no particular meaning to the gesture. ]
That means it's my turn to get clean, right? Let's trade places then.
[ He stops holding Xiao Xingchen and starts to shift behind him so they can get around each other in the small space. ]
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Even if being held from behind sparks a different kind of warmth in him, he has to bat down those thoughts. As with many things he does, the affection isn't out of true affection—it only happens to mess with him when he's already out of sorts.]
Isn't it easier for you by yourself...?
[Still, he sidles around the side of the shower to stand where Xue Yang did. Perhaps it's only right for him to help when asked, even if this is all just benefiting Xue Yang further.]
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[ He gives a slight bump backwards of his ass towards Xiao Xingchen, grinning over his shoulder. ]
Like this, you can even stick your fingers in my ass while I clean my front if you want. Do you think you can get me hard?
[ It's hard to tell how much he's teasing and how much he's serious, but Xue Yang soon starts to clean himself off either way.
It feels a little odd to be stroking himself and not getting hard easily, but he's in a good enough mood that he doesn't mind it. ]
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I think that I will allow you a little more rest, for I would not wish to wear you down too much.
[Leaning against Xue Yang's back, his fingers sweep gently over Xue Yang's inner thighs as the water washes over them. Perhaps his usual nature keeps him from being anything close to harsh, but it could also help in not unintentionally arousing him.]
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