bakerstreet | Sloppy Make Outs

SLOPPY MAKE-OUTS MEME!

It doesn't matter why, but you're either in the middle of making out with someone or you're about it. Pretty hot and heavy, too. Who knows how you got there -- that's mostly up to you. All you know is that you're not going to feel satisfied until you're flushed and barely breathing.

LOCATIONS:

01. roof: maybe you were given a note, or were dragged up by the person you're currently macking on. either way, you're definitely on the rooftop of some building, away from prying eyes.

02. school/office: you might be at the office, or maybe you just finished your last class for the day; regardless of where you might be, it sure isn't a good place to be making out with someone-- oops.

03. movie theater: the go-to place for most makeouts. sitting in the back or off to the side; just make sure no one catches you!

04. backstage: maybe you won tickets to a concert, perhaps you performed or they did, maybe you even snuck in! but you're backstage somewhere for something, getting hot and heavy in the dark corners.

05. public: out for a walk, having a picnic, maybe you're swimming! but regardless of where you are, it's in public.

06. home: whether you're are at your house, theirs, or someone elses, you're getting down and naughty inside a home of some design.

07. wildcard: re-roll, combine, pick your own, or make one up!

DIRECTIONS:

• Post a comment with your character.
• Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match the number to the options above.
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there! You can either be in the middle of a make out session or about to start; it's all up to you.
• Any rating goes, but no wank, please!

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Ayato sat in the chair across from Tatara, playing around with a game device he had found on one of his patrols. He didn't pay Tatara much mind when he entered the room, nor did he pay mind to the cowering ghouls who quickly hurried away from the room. Like they usually did when Tatara and Ayato were in the same room, both Tatara and Ayato were very intimidating to the weaker ghouls. What was probably unknown to any of them was that Tatara and Ayato had a very strange relationship. One that involved probably not very appropriate interactions between a superior and subordinate, as other things.

After losing a game for the fifth time, Ayato growled in frustration and threw the device across the room, "Fucking shitty game!" He hissed before realizing he had broken the device. "God dammit." He groaned, leaning back on the chair.

And that was why Ayato was never given nice things...aside from the fact that too much outward favoritism was problematic. Still, pale eyes shifted to the heap of broken plastic and electronic bits, blinking slowly before coming back to Ayato. They'd had this...thing, going on for a while now, something they managed to keep quiet despite the nosiness of the other ghouls. Luckily the ones who might exploit it were too caught up in their own nonsense to pay them any mind.

His gaze swept the room once more, and when he spoke, his voice echoed despite being muffled by his mask.

"Leave us," he said simply, gaze settling on Ayato. The other ghouls almost sprinted from the room, relieved to be dismissed. Crossing his legs slowly, he leaned back once more.

"I've warned you about your temper."

Ayato wasn't that into gifts anyways, though the small shit Tatara had given him before was tucked safely away from prying eyes or big clumsy fools who could crush it. He tried his best not to look too interested in the things Tatara did give him and in what he was doing. Though, Tatara always seemed to notice when Ayato wanted affection, no matter how hard he tried not show it. At Tatara's comment, Ayato snorted softly, running his hand through his dark locks of hair. "It was a shitty game anyways." He shrugged, even though he had actually been enjoying the game up until the last few minutes. He was just too stubborn to admit that he was wrong for doing it.

"Only now I don't have anything to do." He sighed, already bored with out the device. It could see how for some teens it was addicting, it certainly killed a lot of free time. He leaned back in the chair and gazed up at the ceiling a moment before looking back at Tatara.

"Are you free for a while?"

The young ghoul was such an open book it was almost laughable. Humming under his breath, Tatara considered the question. He had just cleared the room, so it seemed like a moot point. He'd done it for Ayato, after all, allowing them some rare privacy of sorts.

"I can be," he said. "there's nothing that can't wait for now."

He regarded Ayato a moment, watching how his hair fell back about his face when he ran his fingers through it. And the little pout he almost always wore, perhaps just a little more noticeable now due to his own rash actions robbing him of his entertainment. He shifted in his seat, letting his leg slide back down and planting his foot on the floor. He patted his lap, then motioned Ayato over.

"Did you have something in mind?"

Ayato stood up from his comfortable position and walked over to Tatara when he patted his lap. He moved to straddle the other male, softly draping his arms over his shoulders. "I have a few things in mind." he purred softly into Tatara's ear, they hadn't gotten much time alone together in a while. Which made Ayato a bit more eager than usual for some physical contact.

"Wanna fuck around for a bit?" He asked, his hands moving to lightly run through Tatara's hair, the man usually liked it when he did it. Sure it was a rather open place, but no ghouls usually came in here, so a little screwing around wouldn't hurt right? His red eyes locked on Tatara's light ones.

Lazily hooded eyes stayed on Ayato as the young man touched his hair. True enough, the touch brought a soft, pleased sound from him. He liked this side of Ayato, the only only he really knew about. Both hands slid over the younger ghoul's thighs, squeezing firmly at the idea of "fuckin around" for a while. He made a low noise, tilting his head to drag the metal of his mask against his cheek.

"That sounds good, actually," he said lowly.

Holding Ayato's gaze, he slid his hands up his back, fingers splayed as they caressed slowly up, then back down the curve of his back.

"Did you have anything specific in mind?" His hand snuck under his shirt, fingers brushing over the small of his back.

Ayato hummed softly when Tatara squeezed his thighs, pressing up against him so close- he could feel Tatara's chest vibrate against him as he spoke. Ayato shivered softly when Tatara's cold metal mask slowly run along his warm cheek. He pulled back, a hand moving to light trace his fingers against Tatara metal mask.

Ayato's back arched into Tatara's touch, letting out a soft sigh as some color came to his cheeks. He moved to remove the man's mask, carefully setting it to the side before leaning in to give Tatara a short, heated kiss. "That answer your question."

The air felt cool with the mask removed, and Ayato's kiss made him realize how sensitive his lips were at that moment. Sighing against his mouth, he hooked his arm around him and hauled the smaller form close, closing the small remaining space between them. He bit at the younger ghoul's lips before he nodded, almost growling.

"It does," he said simply.

Leaning up, he caught Ayato's lips in another kiss, this one more eager and almost forceful than the last. The young man was a drug to him, something he couldn't get enough of. His taste, his energy, his fire, all of it. Long fingers pulled at his shirt, wanting it out of the way.

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