the bj meme

[bababooey]

 

the blow job meme. 
this is a meme to write blowjobs.
simple as that. 
everybody's invited. you know the drill.

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[quiteafew]

By now, he's taking the differences in stride. It's a little jarring when he mentions people who shaped his life only to get confusion in return, but he's getting used to it. "Well, if you are anything like me then should you, you will have grey hair--"

In a fluid motion he moves to lean over his twin, legs slipping out from under him to kneel as he braces himself up with one arm on the roof. With his free hand he traces down from the corners of the other man's mouth to his chin, not quite touching the skin. "--Scattered here and here. And I will have you know that I have never been reprimanded in my entire life." The latter statement is delivered with a smirk and a glance up at his twin's eyes, mischief gleaming in his own.

[penitently]

He looks up as his duplicate is suddenly over him, eyes widening just a tad at the intrusion. Though, the touch he almost expects doesn't come and he looks up to see the grin on his other self's face. His tail comes up to tap at the other Kurt's nose. "Then consider it a first time for everything. Grey in my hair. Ach. You are terrible. There is no such thing."

[quiteafew]

"I might be terrible, but you are vain," he teases, in this moment completely unrepentant. His tail comes up to wrap around the other man's, the coils shifting in what might be some kind of massage, or maybe just simple desire to touch.

Kurt himself glances down for a moment, and moves the arm he'd been leaning his weight on from other the other man's shoulder to somewhere near his side. When he looks back up his face is soft, a little thoughtful. "Is that something that worries you? Getting older? Or is it that you just don't like the idea of grey hair yet?"

[penitently]

"I am not the one growing beards." There's a small hitch in his breath when he feels a familiar grip on his tail. It's strange being touched so familiarly, but then, it is just himself doing it. Surely that is not so strange?

Between the drinks, the night, and the relaxed feeling of being around someone he trusts, Kurt is feeling... good. He listens as the other man shifts, as he changes positions to something more comfortable before he answers. "No. Not entirely. We are only mortal, after all. I suppose... I just wished to see more of the world, to see more change in it before I am too old to do so."

[quiteafew]

"The scars make it a little patchy, but once it's long enough it's not that noticeable. It's helpful against the cold." His tail stills when he catches that hitch, eyes flickering over his twin's expression, the set of his shoulders. Apparently finding (or not finding) what he was looking for, his tail begins to shift again.

In this they are alike; though his circus traveled, so much of his time crossing borders was spent hiding in vented boxes while one of the other men pretended to be him. And once they were there, most of their time was spent setting up, practicing; even if he could get away, it was far too dangerous to leave the grounds without several of the others with him. "I understand. This is the longest I have been away from the circus. There is so much I would see with my own eyes, the thought of growing too infirm before I can is frightening. But, who is to say you and I will be so old as quickly? We are not twenty anymore, but what man at twenty can do the things we can now?"

[penitently]

It's a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. It doesn't quite cross his mind to suggest he stop, but then, he's happily buzzed and everything is lovely at the moment.

"We are not like those around us, yes, but I do not think we are close to being as ageless as Logan. If there are greys, as you say, then it is likely we are just spry for our age." Of course, now he was trying to picture himself older. Much, much older. He had to laugh.

[quiteafew]

"Ach, says you! I intend to outlive that grumpy old man," he retorts with a giggle because Logan doesn't look that much older. And because his pseudo-twin is laughing too, and would it be this infectious if he weren't quite nicely intoxicated himself?

Which leads to the question: "What is so funny that you are laughing," he asks, poking the other man in the side with his free hand. The motion makes Kurt sway a little over him, an aborted curse hissing through his teeth just before he stabilizes. And then more giggling.

[penitently]

"The image of us old. Wrinkled blue skin and hopping around trying to pretend we are not old. Not to mention," he said, squirming a bit at the poke until he reached up and grabbed at Kurt's arm, tugging it as the other seemed to lose his balance, "that you are acting quite ridiculous at the moment."

[quiteafew]

"Ach, don't--" And then he looses his balance completely, hand slipping completely off the ground and then down he goes. Face first, on top of the other Kurt unless the man has the reaction time (and sobriety) to teleport away in time.

[penitently]

Of course he doesn't. He's buzzed as well and didn't entirely think that through. He lets out an 'oof' as his own weight lands on top of him, ruing his life choices for the moment. "Sorry," he manages to wheeze out.

[quiteafew]

"Alright," is his breathless reply, half question and just as much answer. The second he has air in his lungs again Kurt props himself up on his elbows, concern whit all over his face. "I am so sorry, my balance is--gone. My balance is gone."

[penitently]

It takes him a second to actually process what his other self is saying, but then he's back to laughing breathlessly, tears slipping down the sides of his face. "It is. It has left the building."

[quiteafew]

That laughter has him grinning in an instant, his fears vanishing like smoke on a windy night. "If this keeps up, you'll have to carry me. Like a bride!" And now he's cracking up, bent enough that his face ends up buried in the other man's shirt collar.

[penitently]

"Pff," he snorts, patting his other self on the back, "why carry when we can just be at home on the bed or the couch in a thought? Though, I suppose that would not be the argument to make to any prospective bride, yes?"

[quiteafew]

"That depends on the bride!" Yes he's still going to need a minute to giggle like a loon, because the image of himself in one of those ridiculously lacy gowns he's seen in magazines has set up shop and will not leave. "Whatever would I do with my hair?"

[penitently]

"Flowers, obviously." It was almost said without him continuing to giggle, shaking his head and looking up at the night sky. "You are ridiculous when you are drunk, do you know that?"

[quiteafew]

"Yes. I'm silly and in love with everyone." And apparently the appropriate punctuation for that is to press a kiss against the underside of the other man's jaw. Because that's closer than his cheek or mouth and now that he has his breath back Kurt is comfortable.

[penitently]

"Even yourself? Ach, you are vain." He felt... good. Certainly, the shock of seeing a twin of himself had dimmed and he was now content to lay there, feeling the warmth of another body that was his as much as it wasn't. "I believe Freud would have a field day with this one."

[quiteafew]

"Both you and the doctor can bite me." Didn't he learn last time that poking his other side in the side doesn't end well? Apparently not, because that's what he does.

[penitently]

He huffs, squirming again at the poke and grabbing for his other self's hand. And since the offer was made...

Well, Kurt's sense of humor had grown a little bit since coming to Eudio, particularly in the naughty direction. So with that in mind, he thought nothing of twisting a bit to lightly bite at the shoulder in front of him. "Don't mind if I do."

[quiteafew]

He's too busy playing keep-away with his hand to keep track of what else the other man's doing. Ergo his reaction to feeling teeth close on his shoulder is completely unreserved; his breath catches in his throat as he stiffens, still all over for a second. And then his face floods with heat, and he tries to hide his face in his doppelganger's shoulder.

"Horrible. Horrible, horrible."

[penitently]

He notices the reaction; it's hard not to when the other body is lying on top of him, and he laughs. Now the teasing tables have turned. "I do not think it was as bad as all that. You did not seem to mind it. In fact, if I were to make a bet, I would think you liked it."

[quiteafew]

Oh look, the tips of his ears are turning purple, and yet a grin, albeit hidden, spreads across his face. "You would bet, yes? Would you bet that I liked it more or less than this?" This being the tip of his tail running down his other self's, from the tip down to just below the spade.

[penitently]

Well... that was just highly unfair. He shivered, feeling a tickling tingle crawl up his spine, only to zing back down and curl around his belly -- and perhaps a bit lower. "I... would say less, because that is... yes."

[quiteafew]

His shoulders begin to shake a second before Kurt raises his head, revealing the grin splitting his face. And then there'd be the smugness plain as day in his expression and voice when he speaks. "Perhaps you are right in calling me the bad one. You have been very polite with the knowledge you have. Perhaps I should do as you." Or he could trace the point of one of the other man's ears, smugness giving way to a faint curiosity.