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[shippingsock]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Comments

[tasernanny]

"What about sex in front of the view?" There was something very appealing about the idea of having Clint bent over in front of the spectacular view of New York. The implied idea that someone could see them was also very appealing.

He tumbled down on top of Clint and kissed him deeply. "Help me with my clothes," he muttered against Clint's lips. He wanted Clint's hands all over him.

[nexttarget]

"Oh sex in front of the view sounds good too." Clint nods, working the buttons open in Phil's shirt kissing newly exposed skin as it becomes available.

[tasernanny]

"But not right now." He slid down Clint's body, kissing down the center of his chest and stomach. Without another word he slid his mouth over Clint's dick and sucked him deep into his throat.

[nexttarget]

"Holy fucking shit." Clint cruse surprised, someone's getting right down to business, his hips jump a little but he stills them as best he can with the hot wet heat around his dick.

He reaches down and brushes his fingers through Phil's hair, not pushing or guiding just there. "Best anniversary ever..."

[tasernanny]

He squeezed Clint's hips to let him know it was okay if he wanted to move. Phil could take Clint fucking his mouth if that was what he wanted. He loved the silky glide of his cock in and out of his mouth. His oral fixation was firmly at work as he sucked and licked at Clint's cock.

I tagged the other one as well but the code push happened and notifs went down so idk if you got it.

[nexttarget]

Clint's fingers tighten in Phil's hair a little, still not pulling or guiding. But his hips do start to rock slow and shallow at the squeeze to his hips.

He bites his lower lip and watches Phil' for a moment but the sight is almost to much for him so he closes his eyes and falls the rest of the way back against the pillows. "God Phil..." He groans out.