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shippingsock ([personal profile] shippingsock) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-11-16 09:13 pm

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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.



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higheverheir: ([i am] cute)

It's happening to everyone. Not just you. Grrr.

[personal profile] higheverheir 2013-11-27 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles at Fenris' displeasure. The pet names slip out without him realizing but he will try to control them for the elf's sake. To show how sorry he is Aedan draws one of Fenris' balls into his mouth and sucks on it gently.

He'll find other ways to make it up to the elf too once he's done playing down here. He slides a hand back and trails a finger down Fenris' crack, stopping to tease his entrance.
tevintersdreadwolf: (Such sweet nothings)

[personal profile] tevintersdreadwolf 2013-11-28 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
The full warm wetness of his mouth does a good job defusing Fenris' irritation, the hand still stroking his shaft pushing the mood from his expression and replacing it with desire and a deepening lust. He hums in pleasure and resists the urge to let his eyes slide shut to take in the sensation, still preferring to enjoy the view of the Warden looking particularly attractive between his legs.

His finger that nudges a moment later at his ass is dry and Fenris grunts softly in warning. Not that he wouldn't mind having Aedan buried in him again, however. He shifts his weight, leaning back against his shoulders to lift one leg, manoeuvring it between Aedan's own and rubbing the other man's cock through the fabric of his trousers with his bare toes.

"How do you want it, Warden?" His voice is smooth and deep, husky with arousal. A slow smile curls its way across his expression and he echoes Aedan's own words back to him: "I'm open to your suggestions."
higheverheir: ([i am] relaxing)

[personal profile] higheverheir 2013-11-28 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He groans around his mouthful and slowly draws away. He licks his lips to catch any excess drool and nuzzles Fenris' cock affectionately.

"Would you have me on my hands and knees for you?" He doesn't mind continuing his submission and letting Fenris push him around, tell him what to do. He's a solider, orders are part of his life. "You can hold me down and take what you wish from me."
tevintersdreadwolf: (dont u wish ur city elf was hot like me)

[personal profile] tevintersdreadwolf 2013-11-30 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
He adjusts his grip on Aedan's hair, holding him where he is, nuzzled up against his hip. There is something empowering about it, a feeling he tries not to think too hard about; control and submission are fine lines to walk. At least he doesn't have to worry whether or not Aedan finds it acceptable, if the hard bulge against Fenris' foot is any indication.

He continues to rub slowly at his trapped cock, enjoying the feeling despite the urge to do just what has been suggested.

"Is that what you want? Will the Hero of Fereldan submit?" Fenris might be willing to indulge.
higheverheir: ([i am] smoldering)

[personal profile] higheverheir 2013-11-30 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Aedan mouthed at Fenris' hip, licking at his skin and the tattoos he could reach. "I want you pounding me from behind, taking me."

He rocked up into Fenris' foot, looking for more friction. Fenris was playing his part well. That strong personality of his lended itself well to this sort of game. Aedan was going to be panting for him in no time if he kept this up.
tevintersdreadwolf: (Don't talk to me about fish you monster)

[personal profile] tevintersdreadwolf 2013-12-02 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Truth be told, it's a game that Fenris has less experience with than he probably lets on to, but he's good at playing along. He presses his foot in a little harder, giving Aedan the pressure he's looking for, his skin prickling in the wake of his tongue over his tattoos. It's an ache that feels just good enough to avoid being painful.

He groans, the sound a low rumble in his throat. "Then put your mouth back to work. Show me how much you want it."