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!
[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?]
[Why was that making him feel like he was being touched where he knew there was no one touching him?]
Hah, right. I mean, um... what, uh...
[He felt like he should be saying something or doing something, but all he could do was watch those green eyes change color on him and that mouth form words.]
[He was just as surprised this time as he was last time, but it took him less time to get over it. Derek's lips were still pressed to his when he decided to push back, participating in the kiss instead of just letting himself get kissed.]
[Nice try, but Stiles was going to take advantage of the naked and apparently horny guy with his mouth on his and press forward even more. He wasn't sure where to put his hands since anywhere too low risked him touching something he wasn't sure he should. Just yet.]
[Hormones were magical things. All that nervousness was sliding away as they reared to the fore, Stiles' body primed for.. well... He happily moved over Derek, hands sliding along shoulders as he settled.]
[Now he curled both arms around Stiles' waist, sliding one hand beneath his shirt, fingers splayed out over his back. He parted his lips, tongue darting out to tease against the seam of Stiles', seeking entrance.]
[Lips opened and Stiles' tongue came out to play with all the eagerness of a horny seventeen year old. He'd been riding on curiosity and a low burn since last night, so this was enough to have him reacting more intensely than he might otherwise.
Not that he was aware how he might otherwise react to Derek Hale kissing him.]
[When he felt Stiles' tongue against his own he groaned, dragging the teen even closer into his lap until they were pressed tight together. He rocked his hips up slowly, gasping at the sensation.]
[It was weird how he could feel Derek's, ah, proof of arousal pressing up against him and feel like he was touching his own. Or maybe it was because his was nudging back, trapped in his jeans as he shifted in Derek's lap. It felt better than a little pressure should, but that could be because of the tongue his was playing with and the lips his were dragging over.]
[Oh, right. Naked vs. fully clothed. Yeah, he could do that. He bumped into Derek's shoulder with his elbow as he grabbed at the bottom of his shirt and began to pull it off, hoping that Derek wouldn't say anything about... well, everything. He was self conscious about the fact that he wasn't nearly as defined as pretty much every guy in the entire school. Then there was that thin scar still on his stomach. Stupid nogitsune...]
[He didn't say anything. He just slid his hands over his torso, fingers brushing against the scar lightly. He made Stiles lean back, kissing over his chest.]
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[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?]
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Th-- huagh...
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[He scooted a bit closer, watching him.]
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[His cheeks puffed out and he felt his heart start to hammer. All from Derek's stupid mouth.]
What do you want?
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[It was all he said as he continued watching him.]
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Hah, right. I mean, um... what, uh...
[He felt like he should be saying something or doing something, but all he could do was watch those green eyes change color on him and that mouth form words.]
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Not that he was aware how he might otherwise react to Derek Hale kissing him.]
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Please can we get rid of some of your clothes?
[He pushed the shirt up slightly, wanting to get rid of it quickly.]
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[Oh, right. Naked vs. fully clothed. Yeah, he could do that. He bumped into Derek's shoulder with his elbow as he grabbed at the bottom of his shirt and began to pull it off, hoping that Derek wouldn't say anything about... well, everything. He was self conscious about the fact that he wasn't nearly as defined as pretty much every guy in the entire school. Then there was that thin scar still on his stomach. Stupid nogitsune...]
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You're gorgeous, Stiles.
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You sure you're not still drunk?
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