like it's hard?

[liltuna]

guess my kink.

don't look now, but somebody slapped a button on you that reads "GUESS MY KINK." good thing Bakerstreet never backs down from any clashes of wits...and a chance to humiliate and be horny at the same time.

how do you do?
- comment with your info + prefs.
- replies will try to "match the kink to the face;" aka, they'll try and guess your character's kink/fetish.
- absolute madness reigns from here on out.
- this meme cannot be held liable for any fuckery, of the highest degree or otherwise.

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[annarr]

[safe. easy. content.

wrinkled, briefly, by the knowledge that he'll be the one to leave--the way he always has when his heart gets too close to full. panicked, for a moment, by the thought he might not deserve yet another chance to be better.

best to bury himself in the sensation of being here, present, together. his nose bumps against bucky's on the way to a needy kiss, arms curling tighter.]

[counterstep]

( he won't ever know what you never share, yet his faith remains in you, loki.

sighing through his nose, he eagerly meets and returns in full, chest swelling with emotion he hasn't felt so thoroughly in so long. his fingers curl and grasp onto locks, pleased with anything given and even nothing at all, just that this man that understands him so thoroughly is with him will always be enough.

his left hand sets against loki's lower back to steady their balance as he tilts his head further and leans back in with his tongue dabbing lightly against loki's lips. only if loki wishes, as bucky makes no demand by the act. )

[annarr]

[if he let himself, it could be maddening to consider why this chases everything back from the front of his mind. it's just a kiss. it's just being held and chased gently. it's all his thoughts can hold for a moment as his lips part and one hand snakes to find bucky's hair to curl against.

this is real and now. this will hopefully stay real and now despite loki shifting to take a lurching step to start dragging them both toward the nearest wall.]

[counterstep]

( the reaction is answered with pleased sighs, a shift in weight letting them stumble evenly toward the wall, lips parting as loki's back meets the surface and bucky's hand cradles his head from impact to keep from any precarious injury. but then he returns into crowding loki's space, taking every inch offered eagerly and melting into every sensation.

it's with little remaining coherency that his left hand drags around loki's side and grasps against the front of loki's clothing to tug, uncertain of why except that it must. )

[annarr]

[being pinned and crowded is, really, the only way for anything close to being trapped to feel wonderful, loki's entirely certain. his own arms are loose all the same, squirmed to settle lazily over the man's shoulders.

the words are captured between kiss after kiss, but hopefully clear enough.] You... trust me... yes?

[he knows it. it feels it when bucky so much as glances at him from across the room.

still, it feels like the right thing to confirm before drawing a knife out of thin air.]

[counterstep]

( a knife will still surprise simply from the convenience of its appearance, but bucky knows well loki's heart, and harm remains a distant consideration between them. )

Yes, ( he promises, lips still seeking, chasing. ) Implicitly.

( if there is ever trouble, it can be navigated. the soldier has no reason to doubt, given the waters they've progressively traversed. )

[annarr]

Good. [the usual low purr is rasping in his voice, lips making a soft smack with their next press against bucky's.] I like when you say.

[is having one's partner talk during a kink? probably about the same as eye contact. simple things can be wonderful.

the knife that his fingers grasp into existence is simple as well. it isn't so sharp that it will slice through anything as loki drops the hand holding it delicately along the man's spine, but he has to imagine the sensation will be familiar.]

[counterstep]

( that bucky talks easily by prompt helps, ever earnest in his responses and all the more intense when promised to loki. his gaze remains locked as he smiles coyly in answer.

then, the telltale scrape of metal teases against the center of his back, the soft ring of friction catching as the blade feels the rough of his shirt. arching with a gasp, a shudder ripples through his limbs, dragging forth a shaky, pleased moan. the tug against loki's clothing jerks harder. skin flushing, eyelids flutter through elation. )

[annarr]

[quite a lovely result, for such a small thing. quite a bit of promise as well--of firsts, of explorations, of living in the safety and trust that made all those good things possible.

his free hand lifts to smooth affectionately at bucky's cheek, gentle, inquiring.]

More of that, darling?

[counterstep]

Please, ( he breathes, just shy of a whisper, posture held with careful precision. head turning, a kiss is pressed to the center of loki's palm. )

More, my dearest.

[annarr]

[what a gift, being allowed to watch bucky learn what he likes. it's always beautiful to watch people blossom more and more into the most self-actualized versions of themselves.

and, well. knives are fun.]

Breathe, yes?

[the tension is a good thing around a blade, true, but half the fun is seeing how close one could get to relaxed while pressed. he moves the knife slowly again, back up toward the man's shoulder.]

[counterstep]

Yes.

( affirmation is the first step. then, the gradual ease of tension, the repose of muscle. a gentle weight finds the blade as the stiffness melts away.

feeling the slip against the shoulder blades makes the soldier quiver. )

You've done this before?

[annarr]

[there's the briefest pause at the question before loki fluidly switches his fingers into a reverse grip on the knife, shifting over the man's shoulder and letting the blade just barely rest against bucky's throat.]

Yes. [it's a simple enough fact, divorced from his attention on the present moment.] On both sides of the knife.

[counterstep]

( accusation isn't why he asks. instead, he appreciates. )

Then, you'll, ah, tempt me thoroughly, won't you? ( he smiles coyly, leaning the tiniest fraction forward so that the metal dips into his skin. certainly nothing to complain about, for their first foray into sexual gratification together. )

[annarr]

Ah, hurtful.

[the pout that draws is entirely playful, free hand shifting to card idly through the crop of bucky's hair. a slight tug helps bring a bit more arch to the man's neck.]

Do I not always tempt you?

[counterstep]

( a soft appreciative noise bubbles from his throat with the pointed tug. )

Oh, but of course, you do, my darling. It's the degree of tempting I draw attention to, not the amount.

[annarr]

Explain the difference?

[it doesn't matter. what matters is feeling the subtle movements of the man's throat under the knife--and, now, under the delicate press of exploratory kisses pressed along the exposed curve of bucky's jaw.]