The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme ♡

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

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THE LIST!
01] baby
Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy.

02] just married
Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon...

03] house hunting
Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully...

04] household chores
It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

05] shopping
Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not.

06] family vacation
WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

07] romantic retreat
It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

08] comfort
Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

09] pet
Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it!

10] holiday
Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

11] argument
Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

12] making up
It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right?

13] surprise, surprise
You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

14] proposal
~~SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS~~ You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative?

15] other
I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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[C R I E S MARius at this point Chante is going to suggest they invest on a fully-padded room, seriously.

He chews on his lower lip as Marius pulls him closer, adjusting his position so that one arm is now next to Marius's head, and that's where he leans most of his weight against. The warmth pooling in his stomach increases in intensity as he feels Marius's lips head lower, and the soft moan escapes him is followed by the heat rising in his cheeks and neck and coloring them a deep shade of red.

Chante runs his fingers through Marius's hair and down to his neck and side, then reaches for the button on his pants to unhook it. His hand lingers there for a moment longer, uncertain—because, you know, it's not as if he's ever done outdoor sex before; do you take off all your clothes?—and then he decides to slide it under Marius's boxers and presses it against him.]

[He sees the flushing in Chante's skin as he kisses down his chest and can't help but realize how beautiful his husband is. He knows it - tells him all the time - but every time it strikes him he can't help but have his breath taken away a little bit. Still, there's a task at hand right now, and he fully intends on completing it. His mouth trails lower still, kissing at Chante's chest, over his nipples.

He stops momentarily - oh, God, Chante's hand is traveling dangerously low - and his breath hitches before he resumes his kissing, trying to shower Chante with love. He feels his husband's hand pressing up against him bare, though, and he lets out an elated little moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He presses up into Chante's hand. This is okay, he's doing okay - no, this is great.

[Maybe it's the huge unfamiliarity of this present situation that causes a delayed reaction in Chante's brain, but it's only when Marius's kisses trail lower (it sends tingles down his spine and speeds up his breath and he feels loved, knows he's loved without question, and that knowledge warms him from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his heart) that it finally sinks in.

Oh, so they're really, actually doing this, huh.

He wants to show Marius how much he loves him, too. Wants his husband to feel the way he does: like he's soaring. So at Marius's thrust Chante wraps his fingers around him, and at his next kiss Chante begins to stroke slowly, biting his lower lip to muffle a moan and sliding downwards a little to get a better grip at Marius.]

[The fact that this is something they're really going to do isn't lost on Marius, either, but he's not exactly focusing on that. Right now, he's focusing on the fact that Chante is doing this to him, got his hand wrapped around him and stroking. It's kind of all consuming, actually, the raw tingling, heated sensation that's pooling low in his belly from this and the fact that someone loves him so much to do this in a garden of all places, where they could be found easily.

He presses more little kisses to Chante's chest, and they're a little open mouthed and a little sloppy but he doesn't care too much about that. He sinks down a little bit, his mouth near chante's belly button, and then slides his own hand into his husband's pants, just moaning softly and palming him through his boxers.]

C-can I touch it?

[Chante doesn't mind either, honestly; he's too concentrated on making Marius feel good while keeping balance on top of him despite the (welcome) distraction of Marius's lips all over him, so that he doesn't crush Marius by accident or something ridiculous like that.

But the combination of Marius's hot breath against his stomach and the feel of his husband's hands on him proves a little too much. Chante gasps, and his hand slides out of Marius's pants and clutches tight against the edge of the bench, knuckles white as he tries his best to keep his weight off Marius. He swallows hard in between quickening breaths before he responds.]

Yes.

[The affirmation comes out a little too hoarse and filled with desire and want, and Chante immediately turns red as soon as the word leaves his lips. It's not as if Marius hasn't heard something similar from him before; still, it can be embarrassing, especially when he's made fully aware of it.]

[In all honesty, it would be more likely for Marius to feel a wave of joy and accidentally fall of the bench. When it strikes him, Marius is passionate to a fault. He hears his husband speak low and husky and almost smirks, because god, it's obvious that Chante wants this, wants him, and he would never say it aloud but that's sexy as hell. Instead, Marius just gets redder, which is somehow possible. His hand reaches further into Chante's pants and curls around him, giving a few experimental strokes over the head before he begins to work him.]

[The groans that escape Chante's lips are muffled at first, but when Marius begins to stroke him he releases a loud, unrestrained moan. It isn't entirely uncontrollable, either; he wants Marius to know exactly how this is affecting him, how much he loves what he's doing, how he makes him feel.

He closes his eyes and matches Marius's strokes with his thrusts, and Marius's name escapes him, low and filled with desire, and the rest of the world disappears from his mind.]

[He hears his own name and gives Chante a squeeze, repeating his husband's name back to him - his true name, not his nickname. They are married now - there are few secrets, save the one his father told Marius he must keep from Chante. He leans up to kiss his husband, slow and sweet, and it's a big contrast from what he's doing with his hands, working him harder and faster.]

[Chante gasps at the squeeze, and when he hears his real name its effect on him is dizzying, and he takes in quick, sharp gasps as a shiver runs through him.

When Marius kisses him he returns it as best as he could, with equal sweetness, and then he breathes sharply because the feeling at the pit of his stomach is blazing, and then a sudden surge of pleasure courses through him and he abruptly breaks the kiss.]

Oh God...

[He leans his head against Marius's shoulder, breath quick and hot against his neck, and he showers him with kisses even as he ruts harder against his hand. A drop of sweat trickles down the bridge of his nose and pools on Marius's collarbone.]

[Marius instinctively pulls Chante closer when he feels his husband rest his head against his shoulder, and he can't help but feel a little bit of pride when the shiver runs through him. He knows that 'Elisee' is not something he tells exactly everyone about, and the fact that he knows it can make Chante feel so deeply is something that really makes him feel close to his husband...and a little dirty, because he only calls Chante that in moments like this. It's embarrassing, because Marius is still so unfamiliar with that feeling at all, but he also kind of loves it.

He can't possibly work Chante any harder than this, but he does whisper in his husband's ear, breathy and so impossibly hard right now. He needs to release too , but...Chante comes first. Chante will always come first, in everything.]

It- it's okay, love, you can...

[He doesn't like saying the word 'come' in that way, still. There are just some things Marius is just too bashful about.]

[Honestly, Chante likes it when Marius calls him by his real name. It's more special, more meaningful, somehow. And yes, the fact that he only utters it in moments like this is not lost on him, although it only does add to the intimacy of it all.

But he's not really thinking about that right now. Right now he's so swept up in sensation and the beating of Marius's heart against his, and in the back of his mind he knows that Marius needs to find release as well. But then his husband's breathy voice whispers in his ear, and that's all it takes for burning white to spark behind his eyes and for him to gasp for air like he's drowning, and for a perfect moment the world stills.

He comes with Marius's name on his lips, hips jerking as he spills himself on Marius's hand, shivering as he leans closer to his husband, weak and exhausted but still trying his best to keep himself from resting his full body weight on Marius.

And then he leans his forehead in the crook between Marius's neck and shoulder, chasing his breath with eyes closed, simply allowing himself to be washed away by the moments in between the pinnacle of pleasure and descent from a high.]

[Honestly, the moment when everything goes still right before he comes is amazing on both ends. Even if Marius isn't being touched, if he's the one doing all the giving right now, it actually helps him on a really sort of cosmic level. So much is screwed with him, and he's seen a lot - maybe it could have been worse, so much worse, maybe they all could have died in the rally gone wrong and it would have been him shouldering the burden alone, but even though some survived they were all changed men after it, broken men. This? Even in this way, it shows Marius that - yes, he can do it, he can make something work in the world he lives in. He yearned for so long to be a part of something, and this - this is something. This is his.

It doesn't take long, however, for him to start rubbing up against Chante's hip, whispering breathily, needily.]

Chante, Chante - Elisee, please, please, I need- please...

[Slowly, Chante feels the world return to him, his senses going back to normal and his breathing steadying. He plants a languid kiss on Marius's collar, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for what is not the first time ever since Marius returned to him. He knows Marius is a little broken, a little screwed up, but that's why he's here, isn't he? To be there for him, to be the light in his darkness and the song whenever his heart aches. It might be no surprise that Marius would do anything for Chante, but the same is true for Chante, too. He will give everything Marius needs. Everything he asks.

So when he hears Marius pleading something twitches within him and he feels the warmth returning to him. He's not sure if he's supposed to think it sexy, but he does, he really does. He supposes it's why his breath is still a little raspy when he speaks.]

Okay... [He raises his head to catch Marius's eye, then reaches out and brushes back a few loose bangs from Marius's forehead.] Okay.

[A soft kiss on Marius's forehead, and then another one on his lips, before he whispers,]

I love you.

[And then both hands are on the waistband of Marius's pants and boxers, slowly pulling them down as he continues to trail kisses lower and lower, across the expanse of Marius's chest to his stomach to his navel. When he reaches Marius's hips he presses a kiss on his hipbone, before glancing back up at Marius. He keeps his eye on him as his fingers encircle the base of his length and he takes him inside his mouth.]

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[Part of him still has so many butterflies about this - what they're to do, the fact that they're still outside and could be discovered at any time, and it's both scary and thrilling - more thrilling than anything, though. His need is pretty much through the roof by now, too, which doesn't help. There are very few things Chante could do right now that Marius wouldn't find sexy.]

I-I love you too. So much.

[He returns the kiss to his forehead, watching Chante as he goes lower and lower. He places a hand on his husband's shoulder, trying to steady him, and then-

And then Chante takes Marius into his mouth and he lets out a soft, breathy little moan. Oh, god - here we go.]

[The moan is encouraging, a sign that Chante's doing something right, so he takes Marius in deeper, twirling his tongue around Marius and sucking at the same time he begins to stroke him with the hand at his base. He keeps his other hand pressed against Marius's hip, his thumb rubbing circles against his skin in a gentle reassurance as he bobs his head up and down in tune with his strokes.

All the while he keeps his eyes on Marius, wanting to witness every single gasp and moan and reaction from his husband; he'll never grow tired of it, he thinks, seeing the pleasure course through Marius and knowing that it's him who is the cause of it. That Marius is willing to show himself at his most vulnerable with him.]

[The hand on his hip is good, safe, and Marius wants Chante to keep it there because it grounds him, stops him from shaking so much. It's clear that Marius is relaxing under his husband's touch, stilling under him and carding his fingers through Chante's hair, just letting out soft little moans. He's never been very loud.]

Chante, Chante, I- god, don't stop.

[He can't look down at him, though, because his eyes are clenched shut.They haven't been doing this for too long, and already it's becoming overwhelming in the best way for Marius.]

[Chante just knows he's blushing when he feels Marius's fingers curl against his hair, but the brief moment of bashfulness disappears quickly at Marius's plea, because how can he ever deny anything from the person he loves the most in the world?

Besides, the way Marius's eyes are clenched and his tiny moans causes him to make a low sound in his throat. He quickens his strokes, taking in as much of Marius as he can, swirling his tongue around and sucking harder. He's not very experienced himself, but he's doing his best to drive Marius over the edge, to help him reach that peak of bliss. To make stars explode in his eyes and the world blaze with white, just as his did moments ago.]

[honestly, the enthusiasm that Chante always shows makes up for his inexperience. Marius thinks that about both of them, honestly. But his problem is sometimes that he himself is inexperienced, because when he comes it's always so sudden, without warning completely.

Which is why when the white flashes behind his eyes, he can't do anything but let out a little yelp - which would be embarrassing in every other situation- and grips Chante's hair.]

[Chante winces at the mild pain in his scalp, but then he feels Marius tense beneath him and he makes a sound at the back of his throat at the sudden warmth in his mouth.

He keeps his strokes going throughout Marius's orgasm, though they're slower and more gentle now; he doesn't want to hurt Marius or anything, after all. The blush on his cheeks reddens even more as he takes him in a little deeper, breathing through his nose and keeping steady until Marius stills.]

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