sneaking sex meme

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SNEAKING SEX MEME

You and someone are determined to get it on. True, there is a time and place for everything but it's grown hard to ignore your urges. So, sex happens! But, you gotta be sneaky about it.

• Roll RNG or pick a number below.
• Try not to get caught.


01 / PARTY. You may be drunk and met a total stranger. Or maybe your significant other is urging you to have some quickies in the bathroom. The booming music could be a good cover to hide your moans.
02 / WORK. Office building? You're horny and you need to get it out of your system if you plan at being a productive member of society.
03 / OBLIGATORY INCEST OPTION. This taboo is more along the lines of sneaking all the time, not just at an event.
04 / SHOPPING. There aren't cameras in changing stalls, are there?
05 / MOVIE THEATRE. The popcorn trick doesn't work all the time.
06 / SCHOOL. Having an affair with a teacher or wanting to have sex on campus? Better be extra careful.

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[abidan]

[ Merlin's been waiting for the sixth instalment of Paranormal Ghost Conjuring since they announced it a year ago: he's a devoted follower of the films despite his in-depth criticisms of four and five. He pestered and pestered and pestered until Arthur agreed to accompany him - which was no mean feat - but now here they are, seated and ready, and in Merlin's case?

Surrounded with snacks! What with the large drink, the pick n' mix, the crisps and the popcorn he's easily spent a good £15, and he's grinning like that cat that's got the canary when the lights finally go down.

He's ready.

He's so ready.

He's— ]

Arthur!

[ It comes out as a surprised hiss. He jerks in his seat, narrowly avoiding a bit of an upset with the popcorn, before dropping a hand to Arthur's wrist with the intention of pulling it away. The adverts reel past them noisily as he looks to his lap, then back up at him; ]

Really? You're randy now?

[ But Merlin hasn't actually moved his hand away yet ... in fact, he might even be spreading his knees just a little. ]

[uprises]

[Yes, Arthur's ready too, but not for a questionable plot and jump scares. He puckers his lips, even has the cheek to shh Merlin when he speaks.]

Some people are here to watch the movie, Merlin.

[Arthur whispers back to him as he messages, feeling Merlin's cock respond with its usual eagerness. He picks up his drink, sucking the last of the liquid through the straw before popping the lid off. He tips the cup for a little of the ice, glancing back at the doors before locking eyes with Merlin.]

Just enjoy the show.

[He smirks before slipping into the small space between Merlin and the row of seats in front of them. Arthur's not even going to think about the sugary buttery stickiness that he's kneeling in as he starts unbuckling Merlin's belt and pulling down his zip.]

They didn't have what I wanted at the concession stand.

[abidan]

Oh - so it's fine to get my cock out in public when you want to, is it?

[ But Merlin's whisper is even lower this time - he could get away with drawing attention to himself with Arthur's hand in his lap, yes, but knelt on the floor between his knees ... Not a chance. Merlin doesn't fancy getting shouted at for being a pervert, even though he is, and he probably deserves it. 

Bloody Arthur. Merlin will never refuse an opportunity to get a little risky - the clotpole knows it - and he thinks he might sulk at him later for taking advantage of his kinks. ]

I hate you, you know. I really do.

[ But he looks excited already - both above and below the belt. He's torn between the screen and Arthur's shadowed face: his hips shift in the seat, his cock thickening further as he spreads his thighs wide for the man between them. He glances to the closest couple of people - three men, two rows in front - and his voice lowers further still. ]

... What did you want, then? That they didn't have.

[uprises]

[Merlin claims to hate him, but he can see it in his eyes, that devious little glimmer that has the power to both frighten and excite when he's on the receiving end of it.

This. Arthur forms the word with his mouth and not a sound made. He wraps his hand around Merlin's cock and pumps once, twice, delighting in how rock hard he can make him. But Merlin knows about Arthur's little oral fixation by now - he'd bloody well better, he couldn't wait for a nibble of those stupid ears. So Arthur can't wait much longer before he's leaning in for a little lick, tongue still chilled from the ice of his drink.]

[abidan]

[ Merlin's teeth flash in a grin as Arthur mouths that single word - 'this' - and slides down into his seat a little further to bring his crotch closer to the edge of the seat. It's a surreal situation: Arthur's never initiated something like this, never, but he's never had a problem with humouring Merlin's deviant streak. Surrounded by junk food while watching a horror movie with a gorgeous blonde between his legs ...

Should he pinch himself? Is he dreaming?

Arthur may as well have done the pinching himself. That lick is cold - cold enough to make Merlin gasp - but he presses his lips together quickly as he stares down at Arthur, both eyebrows raised. His cock strains upwards, intent on slipping into his mouth to fuck in deeper where it's warm, and he shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth to keep himself from groaning out instructions.

... He's chatty when he's horny, okay - moreso than usual. And it's only when his partners are going at him hard that he loses sight of his bossy streak. ]

[uprises]

[Now how did Arthur know that Merlin would need very little, if any, convincing? Oh right. His boyfriend's a pervert. And it might be Arthur who's on his knees and letting the head of another man's cock nudge against his bottom lip, but Merlin's just as bad for being so eager for it.

That's his story, okay.

Arthur's cooled mouth slides like velvet over him, and there's a gentle suction as he slides back again. He's never been one to just bob his head like one of those drinking bird toys. There's so much to enjoy with this; the taste of him, the sounds that he can pull from Merlin. He tickles the underside of his cock with the tip of his tongue, glancing up at the other as he pulls away with a soft popping sound.]

Did you get any gummy bears?

[Arthur opens his mouth. He knows you have some in that stash, Merlin. Don't hold out on him.]

[abidan]

[ Merlin's head tips back against the seat when Arthur's mouth closes over his cock. He struggles with the popcorn for half a second before shoving it onto the seat next to him; he wants his hands in Arthur's hair, fisting and tugging at those locks turned silver in the dark. Although he's had countless blowjobs in the past there's just something about the way Arthur sucks him: like his cock is a delicacy that he wants to savour for as long as he can.

But then the cool slip of his mouth is gone. Merlin looks down at him from beneath the fan of his too-long lashes; ]

Gummy bears?

[ His whisper is distracted. Bloody Arthur - he blinks once then reaches to rummage around in the pick n' mix, trying to keep the rustling as quiet as possible so as not to draw too much attention to himself. Arthur's mouth is wet and open and gods, he just wants to put things in it; when he's fished out about four he begins pushing them past his lips, one by one. If his thumb lingers to stroke his tongue with each sweet, well. That's Arthur's fault for being so damn irresistible. ]

[uprises]

[Arthur's eyes are bright in the darkness, smiling in the place of his open, expectant mouth. There's a soft moan as the first bear slides across the wet velvet of his tongue, before he tightens around Merlin's thumb as he pulls it free. Arthur gives an obscenely loud suck, but he'll let Merlin worry about any heads that might turn in their direction.

He holds the last one in his mouth, rolling it around until its soft. Never let it be said that Arthur doesn't have a talented tongue, no matter what he's using it for. Right now he starts using it to push the treat, rubbing it against Merlin's cock, up and down and over the slit before sucking the sweetness away.

He should've never doubted these films. They're brilliant.

Arthur leans over his lap and rucks Merlin's shirt up, closing his mouth over a pert little nipple. He's delighted by how sensitive Merlin is there, rolling it with his tongue and letting just the edge of his teeth graze it. His boyfriend gets to have more than one treat during the movies, why shouldn't he? And the film really has just started; there's still the chance that someone could come in late and have to walk right by them. Arthur's heart pounds in terror at the possibility, but his own erection feels like it might split right out of his trousers.]

[abidan]

[ Forget the loud suck - the more Arthur's tongue goes to work on him, the more Merlin feels he'd tell scandalised voyeurs where to shove it. He's biting his lip hard to keep quiet but that mouth is wickedgood; the rub of the gummy bear has him shivering and arching minutely into Arthur's mouth. When he pops off to press his mouth up his chest to tease his nipple? Merlin's hands fly to the armrests  to dig deep into the padding.

That prat - he knows sucking on his nipples makes him writhe.

His cock twitches between them and a bead of fluid pearls at the tip. Merlin isn't used to being ravished like this - usually he's the one debauching Arthur in questionable places - and his body responds fiercely to each lick and suck and graze. He wishes the angle was better so he could feel for Arthur's cock; the weight of it, all hot and heavy in his hand. The thought alone has him licking his lips. ]

Come on.

[ Just a whisper. He takes his own cock in his hand and pumps it a few times, teasing the head, before quickly fumbling with his pants to ease them down around his thighs. Anything to give Arthur more to kiss. ]

[uprises]

You have no idea.

[Quiet but shaky, because Arthur doesn't like doing things halfway, and he wants to do more than just get Merlin off. He wants to take him apart. Suck him and then fuck him and things that even a darkened theater can't properly hide.

When Merlin works down more of his clothes, it's like a godsend. Arthur presses desperate, open-mouthed kisses against the exposed skin. But Merlin's the one with the gift for teasing, so he's not long before he's sucking gently at the head of his cock, tongue washing away every last drop of fluid. He moans lowly, practically a purr as he takes Merlin all the way to the back of his throat.]

[abidan]

[ Dimly, Merlin wonders how many times they've thought "he'll be the death of me" about one another. It's something he's considering right now: he's a vocal lover and he likes to make sure his partners know how much he appreciates them, but like this, in the movie theatre, there's little more he can do aside from pull at Arthur's hair.

His thighs twitch and tremble as he tries to keep still while he sucks him. A soft whine escapes him when Arthur moans - it has him looking this way and that in a panic - but it's easy enough to convince himself that no-one's yet noticed their indescretions.

Well. No-one's screaming for security to be called, in any case. ]

Arthur.

[ His whisper is cracked; it frays rapidly around the edges when Arthur sucks him down. ]

We could ... the bathroom ...

[ He cocks his head towards the double doors - the film has a good fifty minutes or so left, and with how worked up the pair of them ar he reckons they could leave and come back without having missed much of anything. ]

[uprises]

[He's going to have to come see this movie again. He's pretty sure that Merlin will make him, since he'll miss the good parts and his ice will melt and make his soda watery and Merlin's clumsy even when he's not horny. Something will get spilled on his way out.]

Hurry.

[Arthur stands up, tries to reach for Merlin's hand, tries to help him get his trousers back up. His brain is hazy with lust, and it's making him more uncoordinated than he usually is. Lube. What will they use for lube? He hopes his little pervert of a boyfriend has some, because he absolutely is not going to the concession stand and asking for popcorn butter or god knows what.]

Honestly Merlin, we can't even go to a movie without you seducing me.

[abidan]

[ Arthur's not wrong: it's the popcorn that goes flying as Merlin's wiggling back into his trousers, but he manages not to leap after it as he would in any other situation. The loss of his popcorn pains him, of course it does, but the ache has nothing on the one between his legs, and it's much more important that he gets Arthur stuffed into a toilet cubicle pronto. He needs his cock like he needs water. ]

Remember when I said I hate you? [ But he's chuckling. ] Yeah. That.

[ His whisper is breathy against Arthur's lips, and he bites at them playfully before taking him by the hand and dragging him out. Trust the insufferable git to try and blame his all on him! Thankfully the bathroom is just across the hallway - Merlin is tripping over himself by the time they make it in, letting go of Arthur only to rummage around in his shoulder bag; ]

Lube ... lube ...

[ But he's talking to himself, and he pauses his digging for a moment before producing two sachets of cherry lube with a feral grin. He pushes Arthur into the nearest stall and locks the door behind him, then he's on him, attacking his lips and pulling at fistfuls of his clothes. ] 

Fuck you ... [ He's panting between kisses, his fingers tearing at Arthur's zipper. ] Ruined the film ... I waited a year for that!

[uprises]

Then you can wait another week for it to be out on DVD.

[Arthur makes sure that his insult is quick, because he'd much rather be using his mouth to bruise Merlin's. He pulls away just long enough to help with untucking their shirts and getting their zippers down, before he grabs at the little packets.]

This is my favourite.

[He looks at Merlin in disbelief. Haven't they had this talk before? Unflavored for fucking, cherry for rimming. Grape is also acceptable. Arthur rolls his eyes before spinning him around, pressing Merlin against the door with one hand while ripping the lube open with his teeth.]

There'd better be more of this at home.

[Arthur gets his fingers slick with it before seeking the furl of Merlin's hole, one digit sinking in immediately.]

Christ, there's a hole in the stall next to us. Someone could come right on in and watch.

[Arthur's cock twitches.]

[abidan]

Do I really look like the kind of person who only buys two things of lube?

[ Really, Arthur. Merlin's stash of flavoured lubes is near to inexhaustible: cherry for the both of them; grape for Arthur; pina colada for when Merlin's feeling particularly exotic. He huffs a laugh against the door as he braces himself against it; that finger sinks in fast, and he can't help but squirm at the stretch and sting of it. ]

Yeah?

[ He's panting, a little strained. ]

So that's why you're so wound up. Getting off on other people watching ...

[ One of his hands slips down the door to wrap around his cock for a few lazy pulls. Merlin hisses with pleasure; getting fingered is something he's loved since he discovered it as a teen, and he presses back onto it with a soft grunt as soon as the sting ebbs to a stretch. ]

On getting caught with your fingers up my arse, or plugging me up with your cock.

[ Merlin tilts his head back a little way to lean against Arthur's shoulder, his lashes low. The smirk curling his lips is complete and utter mischief. ]

You like that?

[uprises]

[Arthur wants to object, and loudly. Sex is not a spectator sport, and he has a possessive streak that sometimes makes him want to do bodily harm when someone looks at Merlin for just a little too long. When he's clothed.

But no denial comes, just a gradual heaviness of his breathing. Merlin is tight and clenching around his fingers, but he take takes a second one. Arthur pumps them, scissoring them apart slowly, because it's as much about Merlin's pleasure as preparation. And Arthur rather enjoys the view as he looks over Merlin's shoulder and down his chest, to where he's holding his dick in hand, flushed and leaking.]

Yeah. I like it.

[Arthur barely believes he said it. But no that it's out, he keeps talking with a little gravel to his voice.]

I like he idea that someone might see us, might see how you take my cock. I want them to know that you're mine, that you'll never want them the way that you want me right now.

[He hisses and buries his face against Merlin's skin, breathing it in before he nips it. A third finger stretches Merlin's hole even more before Arthur pulls out completely. He slicks himself up and pushes against his boyfriend again, triumphant in the way Merlin's legs tremble as he starts the slow slide into him.]

Fuck.

[abidan]

[ Arthur's voice shoots straight to Merlin's cock. His boyfriend is always a possessive, thorough lover but it's been a while since Merlin's seen him like this - like he really wants to be seen making his mark on his wriggling other half. He cushions his forehead on his free forearm as Arthur slides that third finger in, each push and pull of his fingers leaving him craving more - more.

And then they're gone. He takes a breath while Arthur slicks his cock before shifting again, braced with both hands, ignoring the way his cock bobs and strains for the friction of his palm. ]

Yeah ... come on ...

[ And his legs do tremble, along with the rest of him. Ever since they got tested and began fucking bare Merlin's been unable to get enough of Arthur's cock; he bites his lip, groaning soft and gut-deep at the almost too-thick slide.

Almost.

When he's fully seated he lets out a slow breath, one hand reaching back to squeeze Arthur's hip, and his muscles flutter and squeeze around him as he gives an experimental roll of his hips. ]

All yours, Arthur.

[ There's a grin in his voice. He's been with others in the past, sure, but he's never belonged the way he does with Arthur. ]

Let's make sure everyone in the cinema knows it by the time we're done.