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The "Seven Minutes In Heaven" Meme.

RULES
• Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom.
• RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match!
• Have fun!

SCENARIOS

01) One In A Million | The other person is the only reason you agreed to play this game and now you have them right where you've hoped for all night! Get it, tiger.

02) Not My Type | This is hella awkward. Is it their voice? Attitude? Appearance? You just don't want those lips anywhere near yours. Seven Minutes In Heaven, more like Seven Minutes Of Nope.

03) Seventy Minutes | You're so involved in smooching that neither of you notices the door has been locked and everyone else has left the room! Not until it's too late.

04) Unrequited | Tell them how you feel (so many! emotions!!). Even if you're a little too enthusiastic and your love is unrequited you still have seven minutes of smooching to do, as per game rules. You can't fail!

05) Seconds and Thirds | Some self-proclaimed funny man outside upped the stakes and now a third party has been shoved inside with the two of you. Make the most of it! (Three-way threads ahoy!)

06) Taken | One of you has a significant other and your seven minutes are spent smooching anyway. Oops.

07) Strangers in the Hangers | Hello there, Good Looking. Where has this hottie been all night? Who cares, now they're yours!

08) Long Lost Smooches | You haven't seen them in forever and didn't know they were going to be here tonight. Resolve that UST!

09) Party Pooper | One of those involved is upset because of #PartyShit and now they're trapped in a closet after getting dragged into playing a game they tried to avoid. Cheer them up? ~~With kisses?~~ Good plan.

10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room!

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[Sometimes William finds himself confused from time to time. Today is not an exception to that, the principate squinting around the closet wondering what he's just missed.]

Wait. Did that door just lock?

[Brows raising as he glances to the door casually.]

It appears so.

[He turns back to the Principate with a small smile, a little amusement sparking behind his eyes. He's clearly not bothered at all by this, he's almost a little too calm.]

Don't tell me you're that sheltered you've never done Seven Minutes in Heaven?

I've heard of it.

[No shame in admitting that. Gabriel knows the life William grew up with. There's no reason why the angel should be remotely surprised. There's a good moment of silence as it sinks in. Seven minutes... with Gabriel..... Okay now the small smile makes sense.]

Wait. Really? What's keeping the door locked?

[Pardon. Sorry. Ignore the little snicker/snort he makes followed by a short chuckle.]

Doesn't matter. Seven minutes, William.

[Going to take a step forward, one eyebrow lofted and something curiously beckoning. Whatever shall you do with such short time?]

[William can't help it, taking a step forwards, bringing himself that bit closer to the archangel as if hypnotized. He should be faithful to Claire, his fiance, but somehow this whole thing is different to what he has with the woman, that it can't even be compared. Something tells William he should be disturbed that he doesn't feel guilty, but at the same time why should he?

Another step forward, and William can't help but bite his lower lip, heart racing at just the idea of seven uninterrupted minutes. He's not going to reach out for Gabriel just yet though, it would be out of place for h im to do such a thing. William hasn't figured out what kind of boundaries there are yet, so he'll just peer up at Gabriel with almost quiet confidence. Well?]

[If Gabriel could hear Williams thoughts the way those other angels could he would snicker. Faithful... to Claire? The one Gabriel is pretty sure is simply playing William like a fiddle. She wasn't going to be faithful to William, not while Alex was around. It simply wouldn't do and Gabriel was all in favor of helping William forget about that guilt.

A smile curled up his lips as William drew closer, step by step, hesitant yet sure. He waits for that silent plea before taking that last step in, one arm looped around that slender waist to pull him snug up against his body. His other hand rises to rest at the side of his throat, thumb brushing the line of his jaw as he looks almost longingly into William's eyes. There's warmth, acceptance and a sort of care within his gaze, he's proud of his Acolyte and cherishes him so. It's a sort of love only shown from a higher being to his most passionate follower.

He closes the distance, lips brushing with something fleeting and soft before pressing onward, testing the waters before proceeding with something more firm and demanding.]

[Just that look from Gabriel, the touch of the hand at his throat, has William just about reeling from the rush of intense devotion towards the archangel he's feeling. Gabriel would never lead him astray from his intended path, and that was all that mattered in the end regardless of what shit went down.

Breath hitches in his throat as Gabriel closes the distance, the principate just about melting at the feel of Gabriel's lips softly pressing against his, knowing there is nothing in the world he can even compare to this. So when Gabriel presses forwards, William merely smooths his hands up to rest on the archangel's chest, more than happy to return the kiss just as demanding, lips already parting in invitation.]

[The Principate doesn't have to know that those fond expressions are well practiced and he doesn't feel a thing for the young man. Well, that's not true, he does care a little, enough to do whatever it takes to keep the young man by his side and believing. William still had his uses after all, even if it ends up being more for his own gain. Though, by the looks of things, if he indulged himself, it would be equally as satisfying for his Acolyte as well.

That soft little hitch in Williams breath is like a delicious treat, spurring the Archangel on as he begins to let off his own restraint. He's being gentle as he can stand, knowing damn well if he just went for it he could accidentally break the other if he's too rough. There's a dangerous part of him that just wants to tear at William, rip his clothes off and take him here and now with reckless abandon. His lust is a powerful beast. He's almost positive that would be too far, and he's pretty sure the Principate has never been with another man before.

William is eager all the same, judging by how easily he part his lips to let him deepen the kiss, which he does with a sensual ease and hunger. He pushes the other back up against the wall of the closet, not caring if he knocks peoples coats down in the process. Gabriel moans softly into his mouth, hand caressing a cheek and moving back into the hairs at William's nape, other hand kneading at the base of his spine where it presses the other to his body. He massages their mouths together, tongue exploring and lips parting here or there as they consume one another in a steamy make-out.]

[What William doesn't know won't hurt him, and that goes for the majority of things he tends to find himself in. It's not that he's ignorant, but more that William is aware that some things are just utter shit, and he's better off not knowing. Not that it applies in this case, the acolyte falling for that look well and truly. There's no reason to doubt Gabriel at all, and so William doesn't question it.

Suddenly the wall of the closet is at his back, William gasping against Gabriel's lips at the sudden pressure, vaguely aware of coats being knocked from their perches. It's his devotion to the angel that gives William the nerve to even kiss back, doing his utmost to match the heat that's rushing through him right now, teasing Gabriel's tongue with his own in almost languid touches. He's desperate to show just how much he worships Gabriel, fingers twisting in the fabric of the archangel's jacket as he groans into the kiss. If he suffocates then William knows there are worse ways to go, especially with the way his body is reacting to each touch.]

[Their kissing goes from eager to sloppy in no time as Gabriel gets going. His opposite hand is making quick work of exploring, moving up under William's shirt to spread out over his torso, tracing ribs and teasing a nipple as their tongues slide around each other like a pair of snakes. That hand eventually slips down to fumble with getting William's pants undone and Gabriel breaks to take a quick look so he doesn't hurt the young Principate while doing so. He then dives back in to his pulse, nipping at the junction between ear and jaw, other hand cradling the opposite side of his neck. He moves down to lavish his throat as he gets his pants open to slip his hand inside.

There's a low, rumble of a hum, growling a little with hunger and pleasure as he cups the young man through his underwear and rubs that heat against his palm. He works him up using the gentle friction of cloth against skin, listening intently for any noises he can pull from him.]

Edited 2014-09-04 15:53 (UTC)

[William can't even believe this is happening, lightly humming against Gabriel's lips as hands wander across his chest. It quickly turns into a groan as those hands start to fumble with his pants, and suddenly William is sure it's a hundred degrees hotter in the closet than it previously was. This is the longest seven minutes of his life, knows it's getting completely out of hand and for once William doesn't even care, more intent on where that hand is going, his own sliding down and around to dig fingers into Gabriel's lower back to urge him on.

When it comes to noises, William doesn't disappoint, head tilted back at the sensation of lips trailing down his neck, offering more of it to Gabriel to get at easier. The principate knows they're in a closet and in theory should be keeping the noise down, no-one should know what's going on in there, but right now he's so turned on he can't help but moan at the friction from Gabriel's hand, unable to bite it back in time. Right now a brass band could march through that closet and William wouldn't even notice, gasping as he rocks his hips to get more of that delicious friction against his cock, words heavy with lust as he tries to speak through his groans.]

Hngh please, just like that.

[Gabriel rolls his hips against William when that hand presses in and digs his fingers hard enough he feels it through his jacket. In fact, it's made Gabriel very aware of all the layers he's wearing and he backs off for a moment just to get the jacket off, dumping it onto the floor without a second thought. He's on William in a heartbeat, back to where he left off and sliding his hand down his belly to get under the cloth and to hot, hard flesh. He wraps his hand around him with firm strokes as his mouth works across his throat, teeth grazing over his Adam's apple. He goes to the other side, clamping his mouth down to raise a hickey at the junction of his neck and shoulder.]

[There's a noise of disappointment when Gabriel pulls back, William already missing the lack of contact between them. Not that it lasts for long when the archangel presses back against him, back to attacking his throat within seconds. William is already winding his arms around Gabriel's neck, body pressing back against the angel eagerly as his threads fingers upwards to twist lightly through the other's hair. The teeth grazing lightly at his neck wracks William's body with a light shudder, the principate closing his eyes against the full on assault. Each stroke at his cock has the young man rolling his hips in return, breath hot and heavy as he pants his way through it. If he could even form words, William knows he'd probably be shaming himself by begging. Gabriel will just have to get the message by the way he groans, fingers twisting even more in the angel's hair.]

[Gabriel is utterly quivering at each low moan he pulls from the young man, reveling in the chorus of noises. No doubt they've drawn the others attention, in fact, he's suddenly keenly aware of the lack of voices just outside. He quickly captures William's lips in a passionate kiss, drowning out a moan half way through. His hand still works him as he ruts in kind against his hip, hard and straining in his leather pants.

When the door opens and sheds light over them it's no surprise and it doesn't stop Gabriel from what he's doing, choosing to ignore whoever is watching them. He suspects the Principate may have other ideas about being caught though.]

[William is already kissing Gabriel back just as passionately when the door opens, light spilling into the closet and intruding on the pair of them and their antics. And at first William is going to ignore it too, completely wrapped up in each touch from the angel to give a damn about anyone who could be watching.

And then common sense kicks in like a bucket of cold water, William jerking back from the kiss sharply. He's already manuevering himself to move back, doing his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. Oh crap, this is a whole lot of trouble he doesn't need right now considering he's a) principate of Vega, b) consorting with an angel, and c) engaged to be married to someone else. The look he throws Gabriel is apologetic, though not without lust. It's going to take at least three cold showers or more, William already flustered and headed for the door. Maybe he could make a dignified exit? Who knows?]

Sorry I gotta... Things....

[Gabriel pulls back as William pushes away, drawing his hand out of his pants but staying close, looming over the principate as he shrinks and fumbles with tucking himself in. He watches him turn several shades of red with embarrassment and can't help but to chuckle darkly as he retreats. He picks up his jacket and struts out of the closet with a smug expression of victory and a hard-on. Yeah, he can seduce anyone. The crowd is amused and mostly drunk, so there's a good chance they won't remember much of this at all.

While most are distracted by the new couple being locked in, he'll catch up to William, quickly putting his jacket back on if only to free his arms. He then scoops up the Principate, grabbing him from behind and throwing him over his shoulder like a prize he's won. He gives his ass a firm slap, knowing damn well the other is still aroused under all that panic, he can still feel his cock against his shoulder. It may be starting to wilt but that won't take long to fix.

Gabriel carries him off to a room and tosses the young man across a bed. He then turns to close and lock the door but keeps his distance. He shrugs back out of his jacket, and glances to the other, giving him a chance to breath and get his head together. He doesn't want to scare the Principate or potentially make this into something bad by simply pouncing on him, as much as he wants to just pick up where they left off. He has to test the waters first, there's no way he's forcing himself on the other.

Gabriel takes off the layers of shirt, collar and vest to toss in with his jacket that's draped over a chair. He'll then sit and kick off his boots and the like, giving William plenty of time. There's a nice view out the large windows that pretty much make up the entire wall of one side of the room. The bathroom is through an opposite door if the Principate needs to escape. Otherwise, he's not getting anywhere, not yet. Not till Gabe releases him.]

[William is pretty sure he's actually going to escape when Gabriel catches up with him, and before he can say a word the angel scoops him up and throws him over his shoulder. There's an indignant squawk from the principate, somewhat mortified by the caveman behavior. What if people were watching?! Thankfully enough no-one was paying much attention and William could only thank his lucky stars for that one, blinking when he's tossed over the bed with a slight bounce. Large windows give way to some beautiful scenery, and William quickly scans the room to see just where he is. The click of the door being locked brings his attention right back to what's going on, knows that people interrupting isn't exactly going to be the problem now.

He should leave. Right now. No questions asked just up, straight to the bathroom and out the window. There would be no shame in that and William has the feeling that Gabriel wouldn't say anything on the matter either. It's a sound plan, now if only his body would listen to that it would be great. William's body has other plans for him, remembering the hot lips against his, hand stroking at his cock as he's pressed against the wall. It's enough to have William quiver lightly, turning back to stare at Gabriel as the other undresses himself. There's too much time being given for William to even think, the principate suddenly nervous as he watches the archangel's every move. He wants to, that much is clear from how William bites his lower lip, how his eyes follow every movement that Gabriel makes, but making a move? On the archangel? William isn't sure on that one, opting to watch and wait with baited breath to see what happens.]

[Gabriel turns to William when he's in nothing but his leather pants, studying that almost frightened arousal on the other's face. He can see the want behind his eyes though and if the other hadn't been considering any of it he would have run by now. He can't quite shake that rabbit in front of a tiger look about him though and he slowly approaches, slight, alluring sway to his hips in his natural saunter. He doesn't need words with the look in his eyes, the way he wants him, but there's still something gentle and unsure about it as he leans in to gently brush noses, lips hovering.]

Shall we continue? I assure you that anyone who interrupts us now will die on the spot.

[He tilts his head away to press a small kiss to the corner of William's mouth.]

I want to give you something nice, a reward.

[A hand slowly shifts up from his knee, fingers spreading over his thigh to a hip.]

[Essentially William has been in trouble since they first kissed in the closet, and he knows it, almost hypnotized by the way Gabriel just strolls on over to the bed. Breath hitches one more when Gabriel is leaning in close, and oh God, this is actually happening, William can barely even come to terms with it. Gabriel, the one trying to wipe humanity out, has chosen him for a reward. That's more than enough to catch the young man's attention, spurring him on as much as any compliment could.

The principate leans back on his arms, knowing the pair of them must look a sight, lips bruised and hair mussed. And right now he just simply doesn't care, too turned on by the mere idea of what Gabriel could be doing to him in the next moments of his life. So much so that one hand is already moving to slide lightly down Gabriel's back. Not yet, William knows he has to wait just a few seconds longer, waiting for Gabriel to initiate again, though he's not against giving the other some words of encouragement.]

I want you to. [William pauses, lowering his voice to a husky whisper.] Please.

[Gabriel's lips pull up in a grin and he'll give that bruised mouth a firm, somewhat appreciative kiss. All the while his hands are making quick work of getting William's pants open again, tugging at the edges of his clothing to pull them down off his hips. Once that's out of the way his hands will smooth up his belly, covering every inch in his palms and fingers as he pushes his clothes up to expose his tummy.

He breaks the kiss to duck his head into his throat, planting quick, small kisses before making his way down his stomach. His lips and tongue take a little more time to lavish and tease as he slides down onto his knees on the floor. His fingers knead at William's sides as his tongue traces along the shell of his hip and he glances up the length of his body with something coy. He smirks softly, hand ghosting over his abdomen to gently wrap around his cock. His tongue trails over and he pulls away at the last second, watching for William's response.

A heartbeat or two to leave him squirming, cock still in his grasp. He strokes slightly with his fingers before finally leaning in. He presses his tongue flat against the underside, lapping from base to tip and undulating through the cleft. He tilts his head to suckle at the shaft just under the head, letting most of the length lay against his palm as he works his cock with his mouth. He'll pull back to gently guide the head in past his lips, pressing them down around the tip and slowly slipping him inside. He moans around it, sucking and massaging as he starts up a quick, sort bob, tilting his head here or there.]

[William groans against the kiss, already lifting hips up as Gabriel fumbles with his pants once more, helping the other to slide them down effortlessly. There's excitement building in the air now, the principate almost desperate to see what Gabriel is going to do, wanting to see what the Archangel even considers as a reward.

He watches Gabriel working his way down with hooded eyes, lips parted and cheeks flushed as he tries to take in the sight and memorize every second of it. William just couldn't look away if he wanted to and that coy look from Gabriel has him gasping softly, feeling arousal curling down his spine. There's definitely a noise of disappointment when Gabriel pretends to pull away, hands curling restlessly in the sheets as he does his best not to be shameless and beg. That and William doesn't really believe Gabriel will do such a thing, and keeps on thinking it right until he does.]

Ah, fuck. [At least it's muttered quietly, somewhere between a gasp and a groan as Gabriel takes him into his mouth. Never ever in his wildest dreams would William have thought about it, yet here he was, back arching ever so slightly as he draws a knee up, panting and moaning softly at each bob of the archangel's head. The moan around William's cock has the principate just about melting, unable to do anything but return the noise throatily. It's difficult to not move, to not thrust into that wet heat, William settling for twisting fingers back through Gabriel's hair in what he hopes is some kind of encouragement.]

[Gabriel can't help but to tilt his head slightly as he moves, looking up at William and watching him react. He quirks a brow a moment at that word being uttered but smirks slightly around his length and goes back to focusing on just that. Slowly but surely that short, quick and intense bob over the head starts to stretch out as he slides further and further down, taking him in inch by inch. He's undulating his tongue and sucking hard as he slides down then back up and practically all the way off of his cock.

This goes on for a few more seconds before he draws all the way off with a pop. He takes a minute to tease, lapping slowly up the side from base to tip again. He pulls away to get up on hands and knees, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table. This place was set up for that game and anyone wanting to continue elsewhere. So lo and behold he found condoms and lube where he suspected there would be. He reads the bottle, brows rising some at the lable. Vanilla flavored? Hmm. A dab on his finger tip and he licks it, making a slight face. Yeah no, not so good but, doesn't matter, this is going a place he's not planning on licking anyway.

He settles back down between William's thighs, not keeping him waiting too long as he slicks up his fingers. He then slides them along his taint, rubbing down between the cheeks of his ass to find his entrance and start gently massaging him to rub the lube all over. Meanwhile he's back to swirling his tongue around the very tip of his cock. He then takes the plunge, pushing William's head past his lips and relaxing his throat as he slides almost painfully slow all the way down until his nose touches his pelvis. While he does this he presses and wiggles a finger in past the resistance, distracting the other from the slide of his finger as he deep-throats him. He goes a little further, wrapping his lips around the base and once again humming, swallowing around his cock. He moves his tongue around it, massaging his lips at the base.

Slowly he draws back off, half way before plunging back down again, taking all of him and pressing a second finger in to stretch him. He does this a few more times just for the reaction, fucking him with his hand and trying to press against that prostate. He eventually backs off and wrapping his hand around the lower few inches of his cock. He sucks him off with a hard, fast pace, slightly stroking with his hand while the other works a third digit in. He has every intention of getting William off this way unless the Principate wishes to stop him.]

Edited 2014-09-09 17:13 (UTC)

[Breath catches as Gabriel moves further down his cock, William gasping and writhing against the sheets at the tongue curling around him, fingers tightening in Gabriel's hair ever so slightly. He can't help but moan the other's name with each flick of the tongue or tightening of lips, eyes closed against the onslaught. William's fingers leave Gabriel's hair when the angel pulls away though, biting back a plead as he watches Gabriel pull some things from the drawer. He's already missing that mouth, but the sight of the items the archangel has picked up has the young man shivering in anticipation, realizing that this was actually happening.

When a finger presses against him, William can't help but instinctively tense up, ever so slightly unsure regardless of the expression on Gabriel's face that causes his toes to curl. Not that the uncertainty gets to last long, Gabriel choosing the perfect time to start paying attention with his mouth again, William hissing as Gabriel takes him into his mouth. Oh fuck he wasn't going to last long at this rate, hands twisting in the sheets, able to forgive the intrusion of a finger in favor for Gabriel's mouth and the sinful things he's doing with it.

William is pretty sure that Gabriel's mouth alone is going to get him off, already feeling heat pooling in his stomach as the other works him over with his mouth almost expertly. William can't help but rock his hips ever so slightly, relishing in every movement and noise that Gabriel makes, completely caught up in the feel of that mouth around his aching cock. The second fingers barely gets a thought, but the third one gets his attention, almost distracting as the principate does his best not to tense up. He doesn't even know where to start, caught between mouth, fingers and his own gasps and groans. When fingers brush against his prostate the reaction is almost electric, body arching instantly as William's breathes. It was almost too good, William already pressing down to meet the rhythm of those fingers, completely intent on another wave of pleasure when Gabriel meets his prostate again. He's almost forgotten about Gabriel as he moves, so close to the edge that it only takes one more stroke of well placed fingers, one more groan around his cock that William is coming, head tilted back against the pillows as he tenses up and keens Gabriel's name loudly, completely oblivious to everything around him in that perfect moment.]

[Gabriel focuses intently on every subtle movement of his mouth and tongue, working in tandem with the gentle press and slide of his fingers into the other. He moves vigorously, making note of where that spot is and assaulting it within the Principate as often as he can, relishing in the way the other moves with him. There's a distinct taste on his tongue, warning Gabriel that William was getting closer and fast. He can feel his body jerk and rut desperately as he presses on, harder and faster until he feels his cock shudder.

A second later and it's spattering his throat with the hot, thick liquid and Gabriel is sucking at him like a straw, slowing his movements to pull hard. He swallows a few times, working around him and undulating his tongue to spur Williams cock to spill all he's got. Once the Principate comes down he'll slowly stretch him once more with his fingers, feeling the way his body clenched around his hand. He moves those fingers gently in and out as he laps at his cock, cleaning him and getting every last drop.

He pulls away once he feels the other is ready, withdrawing his hand and licking his slightly-swollen lips. He takes a moment to wipe his hand off on the bed sheet, cause who cares, this isn't his place and they should be washed after what's about to happen anyway. He'll crawl up the length of Williams satiated body and kiss the length of his jaw to his lips. He keeps it chaste and somewhat clean, unsure if the other wants to taste himself on his tongue so he keeps to using his lips for now.

His hands make quick work of getting the rest of Williams clothes off of him, breaking their make-out if he has to get his shirt off. He's straining and aching in his leather pants but he's being patient, letting William remove the last layer between them.]

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