Some things don't need explanations. Chicken wings. Wonderful weather. Guilty pleasures like Michael Bay movies. This meme is one of those things. It's simple: one character is in another's lap, and eventually the two get hot and heavy. Whether it's a friend sitting on a lap because there's no room, couples cuddling, or a stripper giving a lap dance, one thing will lead to another...after all, the loss of personal space can certainly set actions (and more) in motion.
Prompts
Innocent Lap Sitting: It's just a friendly gesture. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or a dinner together. Nothing wrong with that!
Romantic Canoodling: You two are spending some time together, and there's no way to be closer than to snuggle up in your lover's lap.
Out of Necessity: No more room on the bench, in the booth, or on the couch? There's a place on their lap.
Amateur Lap Dance: Just something sexy between lovers. Or maybe more silly than sexy.
Professional Lap Dance: Better break out the ones. This lap dance will cost you.
Dare: Nobody ever thought you'd get this close and personal, so they pushed you into doing it.
Pointed: They said you couldn't turn them on so easily. Challenge accepted.
Accidental: Oops, you've fallen! Good thing this lap was there.
Step Back I Feel a Little Poke: Wait. What's this? Maybe you should wiggle your hips a little to find out.
Lovemaking Lapsitting: Riding someone while they're sitting up can make the rider feel powerful, since they're on top, but the one being ridden may notice just how soft and small they are...and embrace them out of instinct.
[ There's a fine line between pleasure and danger, one he gets to walk with Thranduil more than any other. As close as they can be there is little that truly bonds them, and all this prettiness and intimacy is not really so deep.
But he's a damn good cuddler, so never mind that for now. ]
I aim to show off that you allowed me the great honour of putting my mouth on you, O'king. [ Thranduil loves very specific details, those that Loki doubts the Elvenking has realised have been documented. Hair, manners, and words. The latter is exploited to the fullest of Loki's skill, tilting his throat against the thumb pressing against his fire-blushed skin, green eyes glittering down — over a smile. A fond one. ] If you would but let me continue, I can promise a far sweeter roaming. It would be my delight to thrill you with my acute ... marksmanship.
[ Because he wants him, so why not make it sound like being done a favour if it melts some of that frost. ]
[ thranduil’s brow raises, disbelieving, but he allows loki to finish his monologue before he releases his face and slides his hands back under the warmth of the furs. as much as he likes obedience, expects a certain amount of deference given to the elvenking, it is only for the sake of the position itself, and the institution it represents. from loki, he wants—well, he wants to hold him while he sleeps, and steal chances to comb him while he at least has the courtesy to pretend he is not awake. he would drape him—as he would any other lover—in precious gifts and feed him from thranduil’s own hand. whatever he is, whatever he does, he is still an elf, and elves do not fuck. elves do not have sex. they make love, each and every time. ]
I suspect you have not danced with one your age for a while. I would wager you haven’t taken to bed many lovers my age, despite bluffs to the contrary. [ he cocks his head. ] I think you are sometimes too clever in your sea of mortal friends, and for all your showing off, never feel as if you are being truly challenged. Not to the extent of what you are capable of.
[ thranduil does harbor tender feelings and fondness for loki, despite frequent exasperation, and it is not hidden. why try? loki has a talent for reading people, and it is not enough that, if loki were an elf, thranduil would wish to wed him. he brushes a thumb over loki’s cheek, and leans to press a kiss to his forehead. ] Mark me, prince. For your pleasure and mine. There is nothing we have done that I have found myself disliking.
[ A sea of mortal friends. What friends, he thinks, smiling placidly throughout. So the king speaks and Loki dutifully listens, but he feels like a closed box inside whose surface is touched but never unlocked. It's not a bad feeling; it happens with most.
And he gets what he wants, anyway. Let Thranduil's allusions stand for now.
Down he drifts along the planes of a comely chest, lean lines acquiring long licks and lips smearing kisses here and there to see where Thranduil is most sensitive, seeking out weak points. Chattier as he follows his kneading thumbs down a stomach. ]
Have you taken any other bed-mates, besides me?
[ It's simply a nice change of topic by comparison, veering the focus away from himself. ]
[ he has, but for a moment, the disquieting sensation that he is wrong. it is that placid smile. is he losing his touch? no, he must have this feeling for another reason. he dismisses it, and returns to more pressing matters. and loki is kissing and nibbling, too.
he earns a sigh at thranduil’s clavicle and collarbone, and a hitch of breath both when lips hesitate near nipples and to the side of his ribs, thranduil raising a hand to pet loki’s hair while he works. the question catches him off guard in the wake of his failed observations, and it takes a beat for the normally collected thranduil to respond, though not out of embarrassment. ]
No. I have not. [ there is the delicate matter of his son to consider. and just because he can—and because it will bring her back sooner—does not mean he sleeps with anyone willing. he is still an elf. there must be the kernel of love or something like it before he will risk intercourse. there are those he likely will-- solas comes to mind as one who possesses the discretion and age necessary. ]
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But he's a damn good cuddler, so never mind that for now. ]
I aim to show off that you allowed me the great honour of putting my mouth on you, O'king. [ Thranduil loves very specific details, those that Loki doubts the Elvenking has realised have been documented. Hair, manners, and words. The latter is exploited to the fullest of Loki's skill, tilting his throat against the thumb pressing against his fire-blushed skin, green eyes glittering down — over a smile. A fond one. ] If you would but let me continue, I can promise a far sweeter roaming. It would be my delight to thrill you with my acute ... marksmanship.
[ Because he wants him, so why not make it sound like being done a favour if it melts some of that frost. ]
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I suspect you have not danced with one your age for a while. I would wager you haven’t taken to bed many lovers my age, despite bluffs to the contrary. [ he cocks his head. ] I think you are sometimes too clever in your sea of mortal friends, and for all your showing off, never feel as if you are being truly challenged. Not to the extent of what you are capable of.
[ thranduil does harbor tender feelings and fondness for loki, despite frequent exasperation, and it is not hidden. why try? loki has a talent for reading people, and it is not enough that, if loki were an elf, thranduil would wish to wed him. he brushes a thumb over loki’s cheek, and leans to press a kiss to his forehead. ] Mark me, prince. For your pleasure and mine. There is nothing we have done that I have found myself disliking.
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And he gets what he wants, anyway. Let Thranduil's allusions stand for now.
Down he drifts along the planes of a comely chest, lean lines acquiring long licks and lips smearing kisses here and there to see where Thranduil is most sensitive, seeking out weak points. Chattier as he follows his kneading thumbs down a stomach. ]
Have you taken any other bed-mates, besides me?
[ It's simply a nice change of topic by comparison, veering the focus away from himself. ]
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he earns a sigh at thranduil’s clavicle and collarbone, and a hitch of breath both when lips hesitate near nipples and to the side of his ribs, thranduil raising a hand to pet loki’s hair while he works. the question catches him off guard in the wake of his failed observations, and it takes a beat for the normally collected thranduil to respond, though not out of embarrassment. ]
No. I have not. [ there is the delicate matter of his son to consider. and just because he can—and because it will bring her back sooner—does not mean he sleeps with anyone willing. he is still an elf. there must be the kernel of love or something like it before he will risk intercourse. there are those he likely will-- solas comes to mind as one who possesses the discretion and age necessary. ]