memewara | 「 TDM 03 」

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「 TDM 03 」

i. Arrival

There isn't any strange feeling or sudden blackout to warn someone of what's to come - it simply happens. One moment they're in their own world attending to their own business, and the next they're underwater. Specifically, the dark, cold waters of the Sumida River. With the final days of spring having already given way to the summer heat the water is actually quite refreshing, but the sudden shock leaves new arrivals at risk of drowning.

Luckily, they aren't alone. The crews that constantly patrol the river are quick to fish the newcomers out, dry them off, and explain the situation. Maybe the words and names mean something to said newcomers, and maybe they don't. No matter the case, they're the same for everyone: you're in Yoshiwara, near the city of Tokyo in the country of Japan, and you're here to stay. If your surroundings aren't familiar, that's to be expected; this world isn't the one you know.

New arrivals that feel up to the task are encouraged to help with retrieving other newcomers. Those that don't welcome to sit quietly out of the way until the boats return to docks. Once there everyone is given directions to a nearby dormitory, where they can find temporary housing - and maybe a change of clothes - before their faction assignments are finalized. Those that still feel overwhelmed are permitted to mingle on the docks. There's not much to do but sit around and drip dry, but at least there are friendly locals that are willing to answer any questions for them.

ii. Humidity Is Rising

The onset of summer hasn't just brought high temperatures. The rainy season is in full swing and this week in particular has been plagued with heavy downpours. Hopefully everyone has an umbrella!

But even those that don't aren't out of luck.

Ougai, the old man that runs an oden cart in the west district, has some spare umbrellas, left behind by previous customers. Anyone who happens to pass by and is in need of an umbrella will be given one for free. It's a simple act of kindness, but it's one that inspires a warmth in the heart, and the desire to spread that warmth to others.

Anyone who accepts one of the umbrellas will feel compelled to share it with other people, inviting even strangers into the dry space beneath. It seems that even the shy and antisocial are drawn in by this compulsion. It doesn't stop there, of course. Once two people step beneath the same umbrella to share it, they'll be overcome with romantic feelings for one another. It's not unusual to feel symptoms similar to a school girl with a crush, hearts beating faster, each brush of shoulders causing a rush of ecstasy, the risk of rain bringing the couples closer together with each step. However those feelings might show is up to each individual, of course, but one thing is for certain: this is love.

At least for now, anyway. These feelings certainly seem real, and they can last for up to a few hours after the umbrella has been set aside. They do eventually fade, however, leaving behind nothing but confusion and, perhaps, a faint longing for what was just lost.

iii. No Sun Up In The Sky

Unfortunately, lovey dovey umbrellas aren't the only ones being passed around. On occasion, someone may pick up or be handed an umbrella that's not so nice. Some begin to fight the user, closing over their head while they're walking, pinching fingers, or smacking any passerby to instigate violence. Others sprout legs and take off, leaving you soaking in the rain. Some might even stretch out subtly above you and create holes for the rain to fall through anyway.

These tricky umbrellas love to catch people off guard, so it could be a good while into your stroll before they pull a fast one on you. Hopefully there are some kind souls around to lend you a hand, since sometimes even ditching the umbrella and heading indoors doesn't solve the problem. Some people will find themselves stuck with an unfortunate case of bad luck that can last up to a few hours after leaving (or being abandoned by) the umbrella. Bad luck can manifest in a number of different ways, such as horrible butterfingers (especially when it comes to handling fragile items), tripping over your own feet (and into others, most of the time), and standing under the wrong portion of roof just before it collapses from the rain and pours all over you.

Though the umbrellas look quite normal, something about them may seem distinctly odd or unusual to those that are exceptionally perceptive or sensitive to the supernatural. These individuals have a chance to avoid these pesky umbrellas or even warn other people away from them, provided they're present when said umbrellas are being passed out.

iv. Just Play For The Fun

The heat and the rain are both driving residents inside, which means that certain indoor-only businesses are booming. One of said businesses happens to be an arcade! With big posters advertising a discount on tokens and a special tournament, word gets out fast, and people of all ages are making their way inside for a break from the rain with some fun. Tokens give you access to plenty of games, so try your hand at anything from crane games, side-scrollers, platformers, puzzle games, and rhythm games. It's easy to get pulled in to spending more and more tokens, but with the discounts, what harm is there?

In addition to the average arcade games that can be accessed, there are posters and signs all over announcing a special tournament for some kind of shooting game called LOST CONFLICT: DREADHUNT, the title of which is written in letters that drip blood. The game is played in teams of two, and centers around killing demons that have overrun a resort town. It's over-the-top gory, liberal in its use of nudity, and seems to be something of a classic. To enter, players simply fill out a form at any of the various locations throughout the arcade and wait for the announcements later on in the evening. Characters will be paired off and have the very simple rules explained to them: shoot everything you can, and earn points doing it! The team with the most points advances.

A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right? Unlike normal tournaments where only one main winner gets a reward, competitors are rewarded with each battle won. Vouchers for food, drinks and prizes within the cafe are handed out to each winner of each round, meaning that it's a tournament focused on getting the most wins. Have fun!

v. Cafe Lazy

But don't think that the rain, arcade games, and umbrella-related mishaps are enough to make Yoshiwara give up on its true nature. The cafe Lazy is running another one of their special promotions, offering a free full serving of an iced (on sunny days) or hot (on rainy days) drink to any passersby who look appropriately warm and sweaty, wet and cold, or just plain unoccupied.

Anyone who accepts will find themselves whisked into the cafe, seated at one of several kotatsu (which are all partitioned off with thick curtains), and presented with a tall glass of the drink of their choice. They won't be alone, either. Everyone is seated with at least one partner and encouraged to make idle chatter while they drink. The socially awkward might find the small book labeled 'conversations starters' helpful, and if that doesn't work there's also a small box of goodies on each table. It sure is a friendly atmosphere.

Perhaps too friendly, which may be familiar to some established residents. It turns out that some, but not all, of the drinks are laced with aphro, a variety that causes both arousal and mild giddiness. The thick, nearly soundproof curtains might make more sense now; they're clearly meant to muffle the sounds of lovemaking from other patrons. Visitors don't have to mingle so extensively, of course. Again, some of the drinks are just regular drinks, and there's no discernable pattern behind which are spiked and which aren't. Still, the 'conversation starters' book goes from fairly innocent prompts (like 'if you could have any one animal as a loyal pet, which would you choose?') to more risque ones ('describe your ideal sexual encounter') in a hurry, and the box's goodies consist of lubricant, sexual position guides, and bullet vibrators. Sex is clearly the intent here.

On the way out customers will be told that the whole process is an advertisement for the cafe's 'couples service', thanked for their participation, and sent on their way with a smile. Maybe it's a good idea to accept Yoshiwara's generosity with caution from now on.

Wildcard

As always, there are plenty of other things to do. Perhaps some newcomers will want to poke around the town's various locations, check out its assorted businesses, or even visit a legitimately haunted house. There's plenty of things to see and very few limitations to exploration, so there's no reason someone has to stay near the docks and temporary dorms if they don't want to.

OOC

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Fully closed eyes slowly drift open, a warm blush spread across his pale skin as their lips part once again. Long, passionate, and full of intensity, even as the buzz from the aphro starts fading from Yusaku's mind the static fog of affection and breathlessness has begun setting in.

There's a slight pause, then his head bobs. "I would appreciate it." He admits, his head already starting to dip and trail his nose down the other's cheek. One hand slips away from Sabo's side, gliding down his waist and hips to eventually wrap around the other's throbbing shaft, comparatively cool slender fingers gently tracing over its shape.

His eyes glace down, seeing what he was going to be working with and letting out a gentle breath as he faces Sabo once more. Start lowering? Or is it more appropriate to stroke for a bit? He decides on the latter for now, waiting for some clearer instructions.

[OOC: Hufff- Slow didn't even cut it, there was no phone signal at all. Q-Q]

Well, Sabo can't help but shiver at the touch, the delicate hand gliding down his body, eventually wrapping around his aching length. He also gasps quietly, not out of surprise, but from relief. Leaning forward just a little, he gently presses his lips against the other's cheek, tilting his neck to one side before pulling away. His bright blond locks fall forward a bit, but he doesn't even notice. He does, of course, find himself shifting an inch or so closer to Yusaku, in desperate need for more contact.

"Good," he murmurs, his mind trying to come up with clear instructions. "That's a good start. I usually incorporate my tongue a little as I stroke, before I really use my mouth."

[OOC: It's no problem!]

He gives a nod, head tipping back to press into the warmth from the kiss before shuffling down, worming with his legs and free arm until his head was much closer to waist-level. Of course, it's hard to stay close and maximize contact while still doing what he's offered, so some sort of trade-off has to occur.

"Like this?" There's a pause, his fingers drifting further down to focus on everything below Sabo's head as his head dipped forwards. There's a warm, wet flash as his tongue laps across the male's tip, recoiling back instinctively as the taste hits him. Warm, a little bitter from any pre- and indescribably personal. The same way everyone has a unique smell. His cheeks are beet red but, eventually, he manages to try again, licking over the other's crown and lowering his hand again to spread that warm tongue down to his shaft experimentally.

He's still quite hesitant, of course, each lick having the careful timidity of someone who doesn't want to mess up.

Watching every move the other man makes, Sabo's cock actually starts to twitch in anticipation for what's about to happen. Even though he's well aware of the lack of experience Yusaku has, he's not particularly worried. He said he'd help out with teaching him, after all.

Sucking in a sharp breath as he feels the tip of that wet muscle touch his head, he instinctively frowns when he watches the other man recoil. Does he taste that bad? That's the thought running through his mind, and he's very close to apologizing just in case, but then -- more happens. More attention to his head and shaft, and he can't help but happily sigh.

"Great," he says, softly. "I know it might take a bit to get used to, but you're doing great." Lowering his eyelids a little, he smiles. "Really." He thinks those beet red cheeks are adorable, honestly. "You're very endearing, you know."

He'd have apologized right back for his reaction, more just surprised than anything else. His eyes drift to a half-closed state, focusing on the twitching length before him with a few more licks and soft kisses to try and elicit the same pleasant sigh he just heard.

A pause when Sabo speaks, followed by a very non-serious huff of warm air down against his crotch. "I'm nothing special..." He mumbles, barely audible as his head dips forwards once again. This time his hand has to pull away to give him room to run his tongue along the other's length, following his lips up from the base until lapping off his tip. Despite the statement, he seems a bit more focused on doing well, finally closing his lips around the man's head and keeping his jaw wide to accommodate, experimentally bobbing without any real technique.

If the two of them weren't in the middle of an intimate moment, Sabo probably would have protested that statement. He can tell that the other man is special, though if pressed, he'd say pretty much anyone is special in their own way. If anything, Yusaku is special because he has a very unique hair color. Or colors, rather.

He says nothing as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, simply basking in what he feels, what the other man is doing with his mouth and tongue. It all feels so incredible, so wonderful, that the blond can't help but let out the occasional contented sigh and moan.

"Ohh --," his last one is a little louder than the previous, which causes his eyes to open. Smiling, he whispers, "You're still doing great." He can tell no real technique is involved here, but it feels good, so it doesn't matter.

His world seems to have a thing for wild hairstyles that are, supposedly, natural. Sometimes it's best not to question these things, Yusaku certainly doesn't.

The light sighs and moans he coaxes out are encouragement enough, but the gentle whispers help quite a bit in spurring on some extra confidence to move forward. Slowly but surely, his head starts to bob along, mostly trying to mimic what he felt before with gentle licks.

Of course, he makes a rookie mistake in trying to sink just a bit too far down, his head quickly rises until just the tip is in his mouth so he can let out a shaky gasp, swallowing once and recovering without too much embarrassment, thankfully his cheeks are already pretty red. Alright, at least he knows his limits now.

Since he can't handle the full shaft, the free hand that had been resting on Sabo's thigh drifted back to wrap around the lower end, carefully stroking along with his head movements and pausing whenever a hot puff of air escaped his nostrils.

With his eyes closed and his head thrown back just a little, it takes a few moments for him to hear the quiet, yet still telltale sounds of too much of his cock being taken in at once. He jolts forward, his hand pressing firmly into Yusaku's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks this in a panicked tone of voice, even if it's clear that the other man has recovered fairly well. He's still a little concerned, though, as he'd feel terrible if Yusaku actually hurt himself at all.

But then, the stroking in addition to the attention he's getting from that mouth are enough to make him relax again, and his eyelids flutter shut. "Mm, I guess you're fine. Don't go too fast, please."

His head gives a light nod, fairly controlled as he pulls off the other's length just to answer. Also to catch his breath, now that he realizes he needs to. A few deep puffs while his hand takes over, those emerald green eyes flicking open to glance up at Sabo's worried expression.

"Hah- I'm Fine... " He eventually returned, taking one more breath before dipping down again and returning to those shallow bobs and licks. He's learned his lesson, test depth slowly!

With that awkward speedbump done, Yusaku settles back into a slow rhythm, using his tongue to curl across the man's head whenever he has the chance, or just applying a bit of pressure if he's further down, well used to the new taste by now.

He's quite happy now, knowing for certain that the other man is fine. He wouldn't have wanted him to be uncomfortable at all during this; after all, if he had to, Sabo could have taken care of his aphrodisiac problem by himself. Though, this is much more satisfying, honestly.

He lets out a few very contented moans as Yusaku continues what he'd started, though this time it's obvious that he's found a safer, easier rhythm. A rhythm the blond enjoys a lot. He can feel his thighs tense in response to the licking and sucking, every time that tongue scrapes the underside of his head, he lets out an even louder moan.

"Ah -- k-keep going, please."

It works out well, Yusaku is the kind of stubborn mule that likes to finish things he starts. Sometimes a bit more literally than figuratively. His head gives a gentle bob the next time he pauses for breath between those warm puffs from his nose.

Slowly, his eyes drift half closed once again, trying to mimic the stroking motions from before with his spare hand and continuing on. Slow, steady bobs and licks that provide gentle warmth and texture around his head. Every so often his mouth tightens just a bit, tongue forming around Sabo's head as he swallows any building pre.

He can still feel his cheeks burning, the warm haze of arousal fading into a more subtle mutual pleasure.

Sabo's hand eventually wanders desperately to find a proper place to rest while Yusaku continues to work, and it inevitably settles upon his shoulder. Where, soon the fingers begin to dig against the skin in response to the building pleasure pooling deep within him. What the other man is doing, especially with his tongue against the head, is incredible, and soon, Sabo finds himself leaning forward a little more, shifting his legs some, to try and give him more space. Not that he seems to need it, but he isn't sure what else to do. He doesn't want to sit completely still, after all.

He takes the building pressure as a good thing for now, half-leaning his body into the hand to help take a bit of the pressure off his arms. Yusaku shifts, trying to help accomodate the moving blond without losing focus too much. Not as easy as it seems, apparently!

Still, with nothing else to really do, he just sets into a comfortable rhythm, lagging occasionally as his shoulders start to tire and his breaths come out in deeper, hotter puffs. If nothing else, he's got a new appreciation for the amount of stamina needed to keep this up for any reasonable length of time! Those warm eyes flick open on one of his shallow-breaks, gazing up at Sabo to judge his reactions.

At this point, Sabo is getting close enough to where he can't focus on whether his shifting is making Yusaku's job more difficult or not. What he feels with the strokes and the bobbing of that head, the warmth and wetness from that mouth --

Those are nearly enough to make him come, and it has been a few minutes now. He shouldn't feel badly for doing so 'too quickly' at this point. After sucking in a very deep, long breath, he lets out a few quiet words of request, hoping that Yusaku can send him over the edge.

"I'm very close, if you -- go just a little faster. Please."

Younger and still rather inexperienced, Yusaku's almost too busy focusing to hear the words, his puffing breaths still mostly soundless as if to maintain some modesty in the intimate situation. He pulls back, catching his breath and blinking up at Sabo before nodding.

"I will." He murmurs, slipping back down to resume suckling, licking, and bobbing along. Setting his pace from before and then gradually speeding up, one hand gripped at the sheets for support while the other continued stroking along, helping his mouth along with gentle fingers.

He can't help but let out a near-squeak of a whine when Yusaku does that, specifically when he picks up the pace. It's incredible, and pretty much exactly what he'd needed to reach the peak of orgasm. He taps the other man's head and quickly breathes out, "I'm -- I'm going to --"

But he sucks in a fast breath soon after that, a futile effort in hoping he's giving enough warning to Yusaku before he starts to come, shooting hot, thick seed right into his mouth. "Oh -- OH --"

His brows furrow a little, staying focused despite the taps. The pace stays steady until he feels Sabo tensing beneath him, the first few throbs prompting his head to hold still.

There's a warm puff of air from his nose, following the thick blush across his cheeks as his eyes close once again. His tongue gives a few slow licks, waiting for the other's climax to finish before drawing back carefully and gulping down the pooling mess in his mouth. Something about it is way more embarrassing than he had ever expected, and the taste lingers on his tongue like an old lullaby.

He takes a heavy breath, mouth finally clear after what feels like a rather exhausting if fun journey before he slumps down beside Sabo with a light hum, one arm draped gently around the taller male's waist.

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「 TDM 03 」

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