sexting

[pancaked]

the sexting meme. Probably the easiest meme ever. Post a blank with post with your character's name and universe. For the replier, the reply must be a dirty text to the poster's phone, or a picture of naughty parts. It can be on purpose ...or a mistyped number. ("Whoops, sorry I showed you my junk! ... But how was it?!") The original poster can reply to the text or ignore it. Have fun!

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[teenyoda]

Not like I've gotten too close to them before without you trying to kill me or make me saw off your arm.

[sourwolfhale]

Well you have now. So are you just gonna stare at me or is there something else you'd like?

[teenyoda]

[That was a loaded question. There were lots of things he liked. Lots of things he wanted, and to be honest, it was hard to think with a naked guy sitting so close. He was trying not to look at things, but trying not to not look. It was a delicate balance.]

Define something else?

[sourwolfhale]

Stiles, what do you want? Name it, anything you wish.

[He reached up, cupping his face and brushing a thumb along his cheek.]

[teenyoda]

World peace is probably out of the question, huh?

[Derek's hand was really warm, the thumb almost tickling as he turned to look at him. Should he touch him back? Where? God, where do you touch a naked guy that isn't his dick?]

[sourwolfhale]

[He sighed softly, pulling his hand back and scrubbing it through his hair.]

Okay, I'm gonna pull some sweats on.

[teenyoda]

[He reached out for Derek's wrist, holding it loosely.]

Don't. I mean, unless you want to. I'm screwing this up. I don't...

This isn't exactly in my field of expertise, okay?

[sourwolfhale]

I know that, but...I feel like I'm making you more nervous and I feel bad about it.

[He turned his hand, squeezing Stiles' in his own.]

Plus I feel like...maybe I'm pressuring you.

[teenyoda]

Of course I'm nervous. Anything, ah, naked related with someone that's not me and my laptop would make me nervous. It's not you. Not with that, anyway.

[There was that heat again and it skipped down his arm to tickle into his stomach.]

I didn't have to come over. Or stay.

[sourwolfhale]

I could at least pull my boxers back on and we could talk where you might actually focus on something other than my cock.

[teenyoda]

[He blushed again, eyes dropping down to Derek's lap even though he told himself not to.]

That's probably not going to help. My mind's there.

[sourwolfhale]

Well we need to figure something out because I want to know what you want and I don't think you'll be able to give me a real answer.

[teenyoda]

I want a lot of things. I don't think you're going to get an answer on this topic that's not, ah... related.

[He moved so that his finger sort of trailed over the scruff of Derek's cheek, feeling the rasp against his skin.]

Do you ever shave anymore?

[sourwolfhale]

[He tilted his head, leaning into the touch and sighing quietly.]

Hmm no. I trim, but I don't shave.

[And yeah, that was pretty much everywhere.]

[teenyoda]

Why not? You used to.

[He remembered clean-faced Derek back when Scott had first been bitten. He'd looked so much younger then.]

[sourwolfhale]

I like the way I look now. Would you rather I shaved?

[He frowned a bit, turning his head and brushing his lips over Stiles' fingers.]

[teenyoda]

N...o.

[Okay, that had felt... weird. Good weird. Like something electric flowing through him. He moved his fingers to trace over Derek's lips, wanting to feel it again.]

I never said that.

[sourwolfhale]

So you like the way I look now?

[He asked with a smirk, teasing Stiles even as he kept brushing his lips against his fingertips.]

[teenyoda]

It suits you.

[His voice was soft, distracted as his eyes watched what his fingers were doing. How the hell could something so simple have him getting so freaking... hard?]

[sourwolfhale]

[Derek's eyes locked on Stiles', studying his face before his lips parted and he lightly flicked his tongue against his fingertips next.]

[teenyoda]

[That wasn't helping the situation in his pants and he shifted a little, pupils dilating as he felt more than just a little jolt from that.]

[sourwolfhale]

[He reached up, holding Stiles' hand and sucking on just the tip of his finger for a moment before pulling back and releasing his hand.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles' mouth opened and closed, his whole body shuddering from the feel of that little suck before he finally met Derek's eyes.]

Th-- huagh...

[sourwolfhale]

You okay there? Tell me what you want.

[He scooted a bit closer, watching him.]

[teenyoda]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Good. That's good. I...

[His cheeks puffed out and he felt his heart start to hammer. All from Derek's stupid mouth.]

What do you want?