Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
RULES:
Post with your character's name, fandom and pairing preferences in the subject line.
Your character is now in the middle of having sex! Any location, sexual position and level of undress is allowed, so knock yourself out with establishing the scene of your dreams.
Comment around! See if there's anyone else who posted a perfect scene for your character to fuck in.
Keep going and finish the act. Then go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
[ it turns out the rose queen wasn't joking when he cautioned lycaon of his neediness. what started with the occasional off-schedule romp and covert deep kisses has ramped up to riddle accosting his lover with a frequency that would give even rabbits pause. time and place were of little consequence to him-- much like right now, when lycaon should technically be getting breakfast prepared for his master.
rather than food, as soon as riddle roused from sleep, he coaxed his attendant into bed with him and insisted he needed a bit of help waking up-- his mind was just so muddled after last night, and he was feeling so tense. how could lycaon possibly send his queen out to embrace the day in such a pitiful state?
impeccable as ever in his service, lycaon ended up flipping riddle onto his belly and fucking him until he was drooling and wailing into his pillow, pumping enough cum into his queen's greedy hole to leave him feeling full and contented-- or so he might have thought. for all riddle knew, maybe lycaon can tell when his young lover is satisfied before he himself realizes it.
whatever the case, despite resembling a used whore rather than a queen with his ass in the air, knees spread, and the thiren's cum trickling out of him-- his entire body flushed bright red and littered with all manner of bites and bruises, his silk shirt bunched up under his arms, riddle is able to lift his face from his pillow and glance over his shoulder. there's an expression of longing on his face, a needy and brattish pout pulling at his swollen lips. ]
Don't tell me that's it?
[ riddle says through heaving breaths, still coming down from his own orgasm. his tone is purposefully taunting and teasing. ]
Just this much is hardly enough to satisfy me... But, if this is the most you can do, then it can't be helped. Mmm... A pity.
[ as if to sweeten his roundabout request, riddle gives his bottom a short, enticing jut backwards not unlike an animal presenting itself to its mate. a bit of lycaon's spend trickles out of his popped and waiting hole, and it causes riddle to visibly shiver with a soft breath. ]
I would hate to be reduced to taking care of myself.
[ Breaking into the Shackling Prison had, apparently, almost been harder than breaking out of it. The rescue is something of a blur to Jiaoqiu. He had been Hoolay's captive for a day, maybe more, before the heavy main doors had ground open with the sound of shattering steel. Hoolay had escaped, some of his borisin soldiers along with him, but nobody else had died.
Jiaoqiu had wanted to follow the Cloud Knights to the healer's den to help provide aid to the injured, but Feixiao had clamped a hand on his shoulder, turned him around, and made him start heading toward the apartments they've been provided for their stay on the Luofu. And so, grudgingly, Jiaoqiu had gone.
He'd known Moze was on his tail -- his metaphorical tail, not his literal one -- the minute he'd started walking. The shadows always did feel a bit more tangible when Moze was around, and he'd taken comfort in that on the long walk back to his bed.
When he'd gotten to his apartment, though-- he'd fisted one hand in Moze's jacket and hauled him in. He's sore and he's exhausted and he's got claw-marks marring his skin, but he didn't care; all he cared about was tugging Moze into a life-affirming kiss. It's not the first time they've done this, and Jiaoqiu doesn't quite know what they are because Moze is inscrutable in almost all things, but right then he doesn't care for labels. All he cared about was backing Moze into the bed until the assassin had sat down on the edge of it, Jiaoqiu crawling into his lap, kissing him like his life depended on it.
And that's where he is now. With his jacket half-shrugged off, one hand cupped firm over Moze's zipper to feel the swell of his cock beneath, and a reluctance to part their lips any time soon. ]
If your clothes aren't gone in the next couple of minutes, I'm going to get very impatient.
[ It's breathed against Moze's lips, Jiaoqiu's free hand pushing the hood back from Moze's hair, cupping his cheek, restless movements. ]
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