abrupt kiss meme

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The Abrupt Kissing Meme

 

 

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

• 1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
• 2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
• 3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
• 4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
• 5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
• 6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
• 7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
• 8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
• 9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

Comments

[mentis]

[ With Erik's hands against his skin he finds it ever so hard to concentrate. It's not that he didn't know where this was going, only that with touch comes a certain kind of understanding. He can anticipate it now, feel it under his skin and against his spine. His knees would shake were they not locked against the bed and he hums a little, short and sweet and completely besotted. When his shirt gets tugged above his head he shivers and it has nothing to do with being cold and everything to do with what might transpire. It disorders his hair and makes him look wild for a moment, an impish expression across his features. And the moment Erik speaks next, however, Charles cannot contain the hiccup of laughter that spills from him, his palms clutching at his friend's slim and very distracting waist.

He seems to suddenly remember how close the bed is and to what they can use it for and it's with a certain level of mischievous intent that he takes a seat, knees wide so that he can keep Erik in the v between them. Charles lifts his gaze and there's an amused slant to his mouth. The overall effect is decidedly wicked. With a drop to his voice and his fingertips running over the buckle of his belt, Charles murmurs. ]

I'm sure you can find a way to make me be quiet, darling. [ A smile. ] You're resourceful, after all.

[zwischen]

[ He's acting without plan or rather, making it up as it goes along, not after anything in particular now that he has Charles behind closed doors with a kiss swollen mouth, wet and red and wholly inviting. Undressing Charles was not necessarily a promise of anything in particular, only an abrupt desire to press his hands over as much skin as he can expose, pale and soft and so warm under his fingers. He feels Charles shiver, the sensation making his cock twitch inside his trousers, just hard enough to be noticeable and evidently unabashed with it.

But he does try to resist a smile at the way Charles looks at him, energetic and pleased, messy hair and parted lips and he's seen him like this before, almost. He's seen Charles comfortably exhausted, rambling in the way he does, swaying but too stubborn to end their conversation and go to bed; seen him vaguely drunk and giddy with it, the abrupt flush and unruly wet hair the one time he'd nearly walked in on Charles after a shower. It's tremendously impossible not to echo that sudden laugh so he snorts but ends up distracted from laughter with the hands at his hips, licking over his mouth while Charles shifts back to sit down.

There's an aborted motion to knee up on the mattress after him, to press him into the sheets with every intention to begin learning each curve and dip of his body — but the cue is taken and he glances down at him, looking amused or impressed or a bit of both. ] Look at you.

[ There's obvious awe there though his voice deepens, fingers lifting off Charles' shoulders in a lazy gesture, the buckle of his belt undoing itself, the button on his pants following. He watches Charles with severe curiosity, pulling away only to remove the barrier of his own shirt and sweater, a fluid motion that increases the pile of clothing at his side. ] I'm compiling quite the list —

[ One hand lifts to trace the curve of Charles' bottom lip with his thumb, engrossed in the sight. ] — of ways to get you quiet. Though the opposite seems just as appealing. [ It is as blunt as the tip of his thumb he pushes past the seam of Charles' mouth, eyes dark with interest. ]

[mentis]

[ His arousal clouds his thoughts, mist rising off the usual lake of his mind as though the temperature is felt inside and out. Erik presses his thumb into the heat of Charles' mouth and he lets his tongue drag over the tip of it with an enthusiasm that is undoubtedly indecent. With the use of his mutation, Charles already feels a little starry-eyed. Erik's power is very useful and later he might sit with him and discuss it, professor and ... well, whatever it is they are right now combined. Erik tastes of salt and something heady and Charles lets his gaze drift upwards, over the previously forbidden spaces that would might have been lost to him had Erik not smiled like he did earlier that evening. There are scars set upon his skin, of course, Charles would be a fool to have not expected that. What he'd seen in his mind had been enough to let him know of the blood and pain of his youth and adult life. But altogether it becomes less cruel and makes up a map of Erik that Charles would like to learn.

He looks slimmer with his shirt off and Charles lets his hands splay just above his waist then dip lower to push at his trousers just a little. He nips at Erik's thumb with his teeth and then pulls away to speak. ] Why don't we try both? Then you can make an informed decision about which you like the most.

[ Leaning in to press a kiss to the jut of Erik's hipbone. ] Sound good?

[zwischen]

[ It's unusual, as it always is when Charles' thoughts drift and edge against his own, feeling him beyond the warmth of his mouth, the flick of his tongue that draws a rumble of sound from the back of his throat, pleased and despite himself, surprised once again. Erik finds no shame in his body and for all the times he may have in the past, the scars are important to him, history carved into his body, a constant reminder of the violence and ignorance of humankind, a legacy of their hate. He thinks it should be a reminder — to Charles, to each and every mutant, what they are up against, how their evolution will be viewed. With fear, with hate.

But Charles looks him over with something like reverence despite the way his body is marked and marred and he's so overcome with the brightness of solidarity that his eyelids flicker, fragile and keen. His mouth curves into a smile, vague but apparent, shifting his thumb away to slide his fingers though the charming mess of Charles' hair, soft and well-kept, eager to wreck it with a rampant fondness. ]

Yes. Clever when you want to be, aren't you? [ It's teasing, fingers sifting through his hair, a colorless heat urging down his neck. ]

[mentis]

Mm. And you're very beautiful. [ He means it as a teasing retort but there's no denying the sincerity that lives in the rough parts of his accent. Erik is glorious, Charles thinks. The marks and the scars don't make a difference to him. They do not lessen the handsome shape that he creates. They are a map and a clue as to where he's been and they make up the parts of a whole that Charles holds very dear to himself. He could say more, show him more, unlock the parts of his own feeling for Erik to peruse but he imagines it would not be welcome. Erik is not a man to be fetishized and while Charles isn't aiming for that he's aware of how it could come across.

So he doesn't try to hide his affection but he does push it aside for the moment to tug on Erik's trousers until they fall around his ankles and leave him in his underwear. ] Can we stop stating the obvious now so I can get your cock in my mouth?

[ Delivered with a grin, Charles looks up and presses the palm of his hand to the tell-tale bulge of Erik's rather ... wealthy erection. He thinks with a dazed impression that may or may not drift to his friend that even the cut of his trousers hadn't given the truth away to easily. Fingers wrap gently around the waistband of his briefs and then he hums. ] May I?

[zwischen]

[ Beautiful is amusing, a word out of time, wrong and curiously out of place in regards to him. He snorts in response, not bitter but entertained; amused. Charles is certainly clever but there is nothing beautiful about his own self, an easy enough appearance that keeps matters within his favor most of the time but useless all the same. The sentiment is, however, noted despite the teasing lilt of his voice, his accent thick, an abrupt contrast to his own. ]

Ah— [ Well, no one has ever bothered to be so blunt before and he reels momentarily, obscene words from such a posh accent. There is no real decision to be made so he merely huffs out an exhale in response, startled and pleased despite how distant and indifferent he strives to come across. His eyebrows knit together at the press of Charles' hand, a quick exhale. ] Yes—

[ Offering permission with something so obvious seems tedious but he likes the tilt and curl of the obscene on Charles' mouth, eyes dark and curious while pressing his fingers through his hair. It's a sentiment that grazes his mind and he nearly laughs aloud, grinning to bare teeth. ] If you'd like.

[ Then lower; serious and deep: ] Have you thought of me before, Charles?

[mentis]

That's a rather silly question, love.

[ He flashes him a grin because it's easier than speaking out loud. His want came quick and it came sharp and he had never really thought to shut it down or be embarrassed about it. It had been abstract then, with no real cause for concern because surely Erik would never know or wouldn't have wanted it either way. Harmless window shopping, as Raven had always told him in his student youth. But there had been nothing casual about how he'd felt.

Because Erik had come back with together on his tongue and Charles hadn't been able to stop himself. Alice falling inelegantly down her rabbit hole. He'd known then, cradled it to his chest like a spark that needed to be shielded from the wind. It's not the time and the place, however, not the moment to earnestly and honestly admit to just how much Erik had saved him too. Life is a funny thing and to lay it out like that is stark and startlingly and so instead he just beams and goes about his earlier mission: Divesting Erik of his underwear, the question of whether or not Charles had thought about him answered in his eagerness.

He leans in, ghosts a kiss over Erik's stomach as he pulls sharply on cotton and lets that fall too. Then, because he's undoubtedly a shameless hussy, he ends up lifting his hands away entirely, leaning back so they can curl in the sheets of the bed and he can get a rather nice eyeful. He hums and it's impressed and terribly turned on and full of heat all at the same time, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. ] Well. [ Then lifting his chin to glance at Erik too, pupils eating the blue of his eyes away. ] If I were straight I think I might be intimidated, darling. As it is, it's almost like all my birthdays have come at once.

[zwischen]

[ Harmless window shopping — is not something Erik is familiar with, though the phrase and it's fit in Charles' youth would undoubtedly have him swaying with laughter. There had been no time in the past for hands at his hips, laughter passing between him and another person like something shared, respect and potential so closely woven in with the attraction there. For all his lack of concern with the chance of their friendship tilting in this direction, he is nothing but pleasantly surprised and above that, wholly comfortable.

His hips tilt needlessly as if assisting in the process of urging the last bit of material over his thighs, unabashed with the extent of his erection, still watching Charles slowly as if he has never seen something more worth the focus in his life. The graze of his mouth is enough to make the muscles in his stomach tighten, sounding perhaps amused or wavering in patience once Charles abruptly leans back, the lecherous smirk he's resisting visible enough in his eyes. ]

Charles. [ It's there again, the fond stop talking that he wouldn't even mean with absolute sincerity. He leans down enough to pull his briefs down past his ankles, stepping from the pool of his trousers at his feet, using the metal of his belt to shove the mess of clothing away. Hands pressing on either sides of Charles' hips, arms extended, he leans to catch his mouth in the briefest of kisses, chin tilting to mouth lightly over the side of his neck. ] If you're done looking.

[mentis]

[ He clutches at Erik's shoulders while they kiss, his fingers digging in and leaving white marks in their wake. The man above him is all warmth and it excudes from him, makes Charles feel flushed and ridiculous. When he speaks, the red of his throat seems to deepen and spread and he hums. ] Oh, I'll never be done with that, Erik.

[ But he tugs him by the arm and murmurs. ] Come, come lie down. I'm not going to suck you off where you can fall and hit your head. [ He knows Erik will go along with it anyway and he shifts to allow him space. ] That would ruin everything and I'd hate to have to tamper with the paramedics.

[ He waits until Erik does as asked and then he's touching him, a palm broad against his hip and sweeping higher up, Charles leaning in to lick into his mouth and press soft sounds against his lips. Fingertips trail over his thigh and then slide boldly and exceptionally light over the tip of Erik's cock, a teasing and slight greeting that he knows will get him into trouble. But Charles doesn't care, just shifts to his knees and presses the red bow of his mouth to Erik's shoulder before he shimmies down the bed. ] Last chance to say sod off, Xavier.

[zwischen]

[ He offers a slight, quiet sound in response at first, allowing himself the time to focus on the blunt press of Charles' nails and, after pulling back a bit, the delicious red spreading across his skin, blotchy and nearly awkward. There's a thought to amend that statement for him, that skin loses it's appeal after gazing at it for so long, that there is nothing to be found in the raised pink of fleshy scars and the crooks of his elbows, a grossly romanticized statement. But he loses the motivation behind the argument with his own fondness for the flush of Charles' skin, wanting to see how far it can reach and all the more amused with the vulgarity thick on his tongue. ]

You're looking after my safety. [ It's sardonic but light enough, predictably obliging by pushing up onto the mattress properly, shifting back against the pillows with economic movement. And then the thought of Charles plucking out memories and smoothing them over to profit them under the circumstances causes him to laugh, a sharp exhale of sound that gets lost in his throat, relaxed and warm once Charles is touching him again. ] All of your charm really is a lie.

[ Spoken with a quirk of his mouth, the threat of a smile dissolves entirely with the addition of Charles' mouth, chin tilting to focus on learning the shape of him all over again, the easy press of his lips to his own and the slow, breathy sounds he accepts greedily and swallows down. His hips lift just slightly when that hand grazes over him, muscles jumping at the sensation but not quite tensing. A sound catches and rumbles just barely audibly in the back of his throat, pushing his shoulders down against the mattress before glancing down, watching Charles shift backwards with an unreasonable degree of grace. He is nearly uncomfortable with the attention but any anxiety is eased with the swollen red of Charles' mouth and the absolutely obscene dark of his eyes, a near grin twitching over his features. ] Yes, and I will let that chance come and go once again.

[mentis]

Don't insult me.

[ He heaves a brilliant sigh, every inch the spoiled little rich boy who thinks too much of himself. It would be a good act - is a good act - were it not for the press of his mind and the run of his hands sliding up Erik's thighs as he settles between his knees. But Charles can be haughty all he likes but there is no denying the soft imprint of his thoughts, of the way his eyes trail over Erik in a way that is entirely curious and careful and caring. He grins and it's crooked and sweet and he uses the flat of his palms to spread Erik's legs a little wider.

There's a flash of out and out pleasure when Erik doesn't tell him to stop - as though he were certain it were coming no matter how far they'd gotten already. His emotion is like a cat, the quick stretch of happiness and interest against Erik's thoughts before he leans in and drags his teeth along the jut of Erik's hip bone, smooths back over his path with his tongue. He doesn't speak, just circles his thumb against the head of his cock and hums soft in the back of his throat. His touch is gentle and teasing, his mouth warm against his skin as he makes a loose fist and strokes down to the base of his dick. Charles is quiet in person but there's a buzz internally, a telepathic presence that fills up the corners of the room as he ducks his head and swipes his tongue where his thumb had just been. He repeats the motion, fingertips now tracing a delicate vein back up the curve of his cock. His impatience only rivals Erik's in the fact that Charles has been thinking about this since they met - Erik's taste in his mouth. He wastes little time moving from A to B in wrapping his lips around the head. ]