mid-fuck.

[lookatthatslut]

MIDFUCK MEME

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1. Between These Sheets
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~

2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.

3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.

4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
You're pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.

5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?

6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.

7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.

8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.

9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
Aprivate place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.

10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy

Comments

[cassonade]

( let's do it! would you like me to start, or do you? and who would you like in which position? )

[newexalt]

[ i'm totally fine either way! i can start it off if it's more convenient for you that way, and i don't really have any position prefs, so whatever works! ]

[cassonade]

( if you would start, that would be great! as for position, i'd like for gaius to top initially, but if you'd like for chrom to top later on, i have no problem with that. it's up to you! )

[newexalt]

( that all sounds just fine for me! c: )

[ There is something about Gaius that strips away all pretenses and leaves Chrom feeling exposed. It's a feeling he thinks he likes, most of the time, and he suspects all the new experiences are good for him the long run of things-- it's something he asked for himself in the beginning of all this, after all, and it's not as if he regrets it any, but at times he can't quite shake the feeling of nervousness toward a world he's only just now beginning to come to understand. Nothing good could ever come from remaining sheltered and naive, and he's grateful to Gaius for all he's opened his eyes towards, but at times so much so fast can be a bit overwhelming.

Gaius has taught him many things. It started practical, and Chrom had hardly expected it to ever extend any further than that, for it to ever take another nature altogether. He thought he'd been doing a fine enough job with keeping his affections secret before Gaius had confronted him about them, but as with many things, it had seemed all too easy for Gaius to figure him out. That's likely better in the long run, too-- the young lord has certainly come to think so, as embarrassing as it may have been, and all the new opportunities that came after.

The present is no less embarrassing, but undeniably far more enjoyable, even with his back pressed against the side of a hot spring they were so kindly invited to (though undoubtedly not for this reason). A few months prior and Chrom would have never guessed he'd ever be talked into such an act as having Gaius fuck him in a hot spring, but here he is, and despite the heated flush of his cheeks he can find no reason to object.

No, his attention is far too focused on keeping his noises down to breathy gasps, and the fact that Gods, Gaius feels so good inside him. ] G-Gaius! [ The low moan escapes before he can stop, hands scrabbling in their search for better purchase across the other man's back and body begging for Gaius to be closer. ] Gods, Gaius--

[cassonade]

[ Gaius was well aware of his position on the Ylissean census: the lowest of the low. In the beginning of his journey with the Shepherds, Gaius had been less merciless in his thievery, often sneaking into tents or pilfering from pockets of absent-minded soldiers (read: Stahl, Vaike). It was only after growing closer to the rest of the Shepherds that he made a moral pact with himself not to steal from them directly. (Being caught in the act several times and receiving threats of being thrown out of the camp might also change a man's resolve.) The goods they hoarded from Risen and other defeated enemies satisfied him well enough.

Though Gaius's exploits were not limited only to objects. When the opportunity came to steal away Chrom from his comfortable, sheltered bubble of silver spoon-sucking and white horse-striding, Gaius all but volunteered himself. It was good of Chrom to try and understand that which royalty was hardly given an opportunity to discover, and being on this journey out into the country laid ample opportunity for the exalt to better connect with his kingdom. But was Gaius really so pure-hearted in his education? Maybe. Or maybe there was some small satisfaction in being the only hand to guide the exalt about newer, unmapped territories—knowing that, for once, the prince would rely on the ones which his government abhorred. Gaius was not evil. He had genuine good intent in teaching and exposing Chrom to the life of the lower class. He was good at negotiations, accepting criticism, and would only toe limits rather than surpass them to someone's discomfort when it was necessary.

When Gaius had discovered that Chrom drank in these new experiences, ones shared with Gaius in particular, with a budding curiosity and hunger, his intent slowly shifted. Chrom had entered his tent one evening as Gaius had been changing his shirt. He left without a second look, but for the rest of the evening, Chrom's bashfulness towards him had been too annoying to bear. Gaius suggested a shortcut in the village in the alleyway behind a pub, where he had soon backed Chrom against the building wall and taken his mouth with his.

It was the nature of a thief to understand how things might be fleeting—that even if the exalt had developed feelings for someone of lower-class citizenry, nothing would ever come of it. The exalt needed an heir, and as they had seen in Lucina, Chrom would have a wife. Their once-business partnership of Gaius introducing him to the lower echelons of Ylisse had evolved into a sexual relationship and nothing more. Gaius would steal Chrom away from his pedestal with his body, and Chrom would ache for it just as much as he did. That was good enough for him.

Gaius's arms are hooked at the bend of Chrom's knees, his fingertips digging into the hard streaks of muscle on the underside of his thighs. Gaius has his open mouth pressed over Chrom's throat, over his salted adam's apple, his voice against his lips and tongue (he curses Chrom's open-collared uniform, wishing he could suck or bite for the billionth time). After a small burst of pistoning his hips, Gaius's hips draw him out of Chrom's body, slow and languid, then thrust hard to push him back inside. The splash of water between their bodies can be irritating, but for how hot Chrom had become as he squeezed Gaius's turgid cock inside of him, it was well worth the irritation.

He closes his kiss, dragging his lips back up to Chrom's ear, nosing away his hair to press his words against the shell of it. ]

A minute ago, you were saying we shouldn't do this. [ His voice bounces with his thrusts, his lips pulled in a wolfish smile. ] What happened, Blue? Now you're sucking me in.

[newexalt]

[ This is probably something they should stop. A part of Chrom knows it, buried deep down somewhere far enough that he can give himself the negligent indulgence of not confronting it, not just yet, but there's little that wants to. It somehow seems ironic to fight for a future when he spends so much time avoiding what all that really means, what it requires, and the same part that knows this should end also knows that a wiser man would never have allowed it to start. But no one's ever accused Chrom of being too smart for his own good, and with his headfirst stumble into whatever this is supposed to be, there is no doubt that they never will.

He's not sure what this is. He's not sure what Gaius is to him, except a thief, and a comrade, and a friend, but the questions and wishes die on his lips before he can ever find the nerve to speak them. He's not quite naive enough to overlook the hard fact that there could ever be an answer he doesn't want to hear when his soft heart has gone and made a mess of things, and he's not quite brave enough to face that challenge just yet when there's so many others that come first. It's easier when a problem can be solved by running a sword through it; idly, he wonders in what's left of his truly alone time, every now and then, what the people of Ylisse would say if they knew what a coward their brave young monarch could be when it came to matters such as this.

For now it doesn't matter. For now, Gaius is here, with him, and so the dull ache when Chrom gets to thinking too much is set aside. Maybe it can't last forever, whether he wants it to or not, but there's some parts of his stubborn naivety he's not ready to give up just yet.

It's clear that this particular battle is one Chrom is going to lose with himself when Gaius drags out a long groan despite all the exalt's best efforts to keep quiet-- there's still an edge of fear of getting caught, and then what? There's no end there that isn't damning, but his vocals seem to care less about the matter than his anxieties, and his body's inexperience is more than a match for his will right now. It's an act of instinct when he attempts to rock his hips back against Gaius', awkward and hungry for something more. Gaius' indolent pace is just enough to build Chrom up and drive him mad-- so different from the rough, rushed, quick but somehow so much less satisfying nature of it when he's getting off by himself.

Patience is a virtue, but this entire scenario is hardly virtuous, and it's a hard concept for Chrom to keep in mind when all he wants is Gaius and as much of him as he can get. ]

It's-- [ The heat of the springs and his own frustrated embarrassment make churning out a retort a struggle, and the closest he gets is a rough sound closer to a growl than it is to words. It will be worse later, in the aftermath of it all when any response comes to mind and some semblance of shame comes with it, but for the moment he can find no option but to let Gaius have this one. The man's got a way with his mouth Chrom can hardly hope to compete with at his most alert, let alone now, when Gaius is putting it to work with his words and at Chrom's throat. Somehow he's less concerned with getting a quick witted remark out through the haze than he is with the way his back subtly arches and his hips roll. ] Just. Go faster. Please.

[cassonade]

[ It isn't as if Gaius isn't aware of the risks of it all: that if they ran the risk of Chrom becoming a mockery if they were discovered, that both of them leaned toward a tendency of not caring about that risk in light of sexual satisfaction (Gaius mostly). Most importantly, Gaius understood that Chrom, as certainly kindhearted and slightly gullible he could be, may not peruse into such a relationship by lust entirely. The two of them knew this was temporary, but do hearts and wills often listen? As a thief, Gaius separates himself from the thought. He puts no weight on whether or not Chrom might be developing anything other than a physical hunger for him, and he won't allow himself to think more of Prince Chrom than as the exalt, the leader of the Shepherds, and, only when necessary, as a source for give-and-take. What were they? Friends? With benefits? He doesn't trouble himself with the question. Or he tries not to.

Gaius has had sex before, but not with this frequency or intensity. He's fished for clues about what his partner may find pleasing sexually before getting them into bed, but as he and Chrom have spent that much more time together, so has he learned his erogenous zones, his tendencies in the bedroom, the lilt of his voice, how he processes his and Gaius's newfound discoveries (in and outside of their rented rooms). Gaius learns at just as steadily a pace as Chrom does, and slowly but surely, there is more of Chrom that endears himself to Gaius, more than Gaius might in turn learn to-

Then again, thieves can't possibly hope to live out their lives in squalor. It probably is best that they stop this as soon as possible, but neither of them seem keen on the idea. Chrom's groan rings in his ear, heat snaking down between his legs, throbbing in his cock. They should be quiet, probably, but Gaius hates a closed mouth. He's never liked when Chrom keeps himself quiet, only sated by the impatient rutting of his hips, and how Chrom rakes his fingertips over his back, leaving cold, raw burns in the hot spring heat.

Arousal jets through his veins at Chrom's plea. Gaius bites his own lip, raking the tips of his teeth over his lower lip as he tries to bite back his smile. He'll never get tired of this: Chrom begging for more of him, voice and body, trying to hold back his voice because of all of what Gaius does to him. Gaius reaffirms his grip on his thighs, his fingernails scraping at his bottom. He thrusts himself as deep into Chrom as he can do, forcing him hard against the wall of the hot spring, water crashing in waves nearby. He can feel Chrom hard and throbbing pressed between their bellies, and he rolls his hips upward, just once, to feel it there. ]

I want you to touch yourself when I do it. [ He releases a hand from Chrom's bottom, passing it through the blue tresses of hair so Gaius can see his face. He comes just short of kissing him, head tilted, Chrom's breath across his cheek. ] But before that, tell me how much you want it from me, Blue.