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.
[ Pietro was more than happy to be that special brand of trouble. He and his sister were always dancing along the line of morally good and bad. They, perhaps, would take things further than some of the other Avengers. If there history had anything to say about it.
There's a little arch of his back as the others strong powerful grip finds it's way to Pietro's hips. It's an involuntary reaction, there was something just...innately erotic about the others strength and power. Pietro felt drunk on more than just the cheap booze being around it. Pietro's laughter joins with the others at the sight of his sister damn near choking on that shot but it's cut a little short by the feeling of the others lips pressed against that secret spot behind his ear.
There's power in that voice as well. Pietro's lips press together and his adam's apple swallows as he rocks his hips back into the others crotch once. A small non-verbal response to those words.]
[ The group is better when it is bigger, he decides. He knows it already but as he hooks his chin over a shoulder and all but hugs him chest-to-back to join in chuckling over Tony's antics, as Pietro's heat and weight sink into their own groove over his lap, he feels the the gravity of his presence in whole new ways. Right over his dick, as it happens, hardening out eagerly thanks to the Asgardian alcohol that he brought along especially for himself and Steve. No matter, he wants him to realise where his actions will lead if this playing around keeps up.
They're all adults so no one ought to pay Thor especial attention when he uses his beer-free hand to tilt Pietro's chin sideways, leaning up to meet those tempting lips in a fond kiss. And another, if allowed, licking the seam of his mouth to seek entry. The laughter and chatter of their teammates is a constant, thankfully, at least for now, and the pseudo-privacy at their discretion is very much appreciated. ]
[ It's hard not to notice that...reaction behind him since there's no place in the nine realms you'd consider Thor's..size to be small. Least of all midgard. The enhanced boy sucked in his lip a little at the feeling of it as he shot a smile over at his sister, even if his mind was very much on what his ass was currently pressing into.
There's no fight or resistance when that hand finds his chin and turns his head. Pietro's sliver eyes dancing over at the blond as his lips press against the others. It's unexpected, if only because Tony or Steve could glance over and see them. Tony no doubt had a thousand comments lined up for exactly this situation. Still that laughter continues and the European boy gets too caught up in the kiss to care as his lips part for that questioning tongue to enter, his own flicking against Thor's teasingly as a soft enough noise to stay between them, escapes his lips.]
[ This wouldn't be a scenario out of place on Asgard several years ago. Thor in a tavern with his friends, some pretty thing on his knee ... Pietro is much more than that, he owns a great deal of respect and his abilities are not to be taken lightly.
And he tastes sweet despite their fare tonight when Thor licks his way slowly into a willing mouth, a stroking tongue chasing hot secrets hidden from view. The catcalls start from Tony (of course), although the jeering only makes Thor reach up to cup Pietro's jaw and draw him into a wilder kiss far more for show than not, a blonde beard grazing bristle. It certainly stamps his intentions on the boy for all to see, stirring Thor to half-hardness beneath the curve of a lovely rear.
The wet smack of parting lips can be heard when he leans back, eyeing Pietro through a darkened blue gaze with a sip of his ale. ]
[ Pietro would find it rather a compliment to be compared to some pretty barmaid that Thor ravished after a well won victory. Though-..at least in the tower he was a equal member, rather than the one serving the drinks.
His body arches into that kiss, his hand finding it's way to Thor's shoulder as he kisses back. His tongue easily the more submissive of the two as they duel. A smile finds it's way on Pietro's face at the catcall- and the sound of his sister swearing in Sokovian at the sight of the two of them. Thankfully he easily soaks in that wider kiss, his teeth nipping into the lower lip of the god as he finally pulls away from the other. After all if they're putting on the show, might as well make it a good one.
His own light eyes meet the others as he takes a deep breath and takes a swing of his own cheap beer before lowering the bottle. ]
Yeah. I think we've given the boys and girls enough for free for the night. [ That accent is light and easy as he brushes his ass against that hard length one more time as he stands up. An easy blush over his pale features as he holds out a hand for the God.]
[ Beautiful. Thor follows on his heels, taking that hand and leading the way as he picks their route through the hemmed-in couches and table. Pietro is ill, he tells Tony, a blank-faced lie that immediately wins Steve's loyalty in expressing how very flushed the speedster looks. He must be tended to immediately. "So to speak," he hears from Tony, but then Natasha throws something heavier than a cake at him and the resulting indignity allows Thor and Pietro to slip away otherwise unnoticed.
It's quieter in the corridors. He doesn't hurry, neither taking the way slow into the elevator where he speaks the level of his own room, not until he can tug the shorter man in against the mirrored wall and crowd him into a corner, immediately surging down for a hungry kiss that makes everything previous look like mere tasters, a thigh rubbing up between Pietro's legs to pin him in place.
Very beautiful, Thor mentally amends to himself, sliding his hands around a waist to hold him still for the start of an amorous ravishing. ]
[ His hand fits into Thor's large one easy and he follows the taller man with a little blush on his face. Which really only gets a little worse at the look on Steve's face at Thor's rather bold lie to the rest of the party. Pietro manages to pull it together enough to shoot his sister a look that firmly says if you say a word, I'll tell everyone about your crush on the android." Before he's pulled away and down the halls as the leave the party and the noise behind.
There's a little smirk on his face as the other speaks his level of his room. It's not a place Pietro had been too often but the invitation..well, certainly indicated how the other wanted the night to go. A moment later he was pressed up against the cool steel of the elevator wall. His hands moving up to link together behind the others neck as he kissed back just as hungry. Finally a loud groan escaping his lips as that thigh rubbed between his legs, his own length hardening at the feeling of the others taking such...control of him.]
[ Sliding out of the kisses long enough to crouch, Thor hitches a leg up around his hip and pins one of Pietro's wrists over his head so he can see his reaction when grinding in, thicker and longer than the boy but with little thought toward comparisons. He leans in to nibble delicately on Pietro's lower lip while rutting him hard against the wall, a counterpoint to display his self-control, and lets the dulling quality of their clothing create even better frottage.
Through harsh breaths, he hums against that slick mouth, ] When we reach my quarters I want you on my lap, as before. If you are going to flaunt your backside, [ a punishing tongue laves its way hotly to the curve of an ear, ] I will claim it until morning.
[ His other leg joins the other around the others waist as his back arched as his wrists were pinned above his head. Pietro might have been..breathing a little heavier at the move as the other grinded that bigger cock against him. It's hard not to admire the size but his brain was short circuiting a bit as he pressed against those lips. Pietro's body grinds back as his tongue flicked against the others lips, the taste of the Norse god still there as he groans.
Pietro's eyes flutter a little at the others words. How on earth would have guessed that Thor of all people was good at dirty talk?]
I can do vhat [ His accent was thicker now as he was much less focused on being understood, his wrist press against the hands holding him as the other whispered into his ear. The sliver head turning against it as he almost damn near came at the word claim.] Think you're god enough to keep it?
[ Easy enough to lift him into his arms, those legs winding around him making it a simple thing to drag the stiff ridge of his dick underneath the curve of restricted balls, growling against the flutter of a pulse in Pietro's neck. ]
God enough to keep you going until the sun comes up.
[ Ding. The elevator opens directly into Thor's private apartment, a largely unused sector of the Tower unless he requires a little time alone or to shower off the dirt and blood of battle in peace. Not much sleep happens on the huge red-gold bed atop which he deposits Pietro, carrying him right into the bedroom and dropping down with him on the unwrinkled sheets, and none will get a look-in this evening either.
Thor leans back to start shirking off his coat and shirt. ]
Unless you would like your shirt to own a tear, I suggest you disrobe.
[ That growl sent shivers though the speedsters body, not to mention the feeling of the others dick pressing against his body, it was all almost a little overwhelming.
A cocky smirk finally appears at those words.]
Oh? Might have finally found someone who can keep up with me..
[ Pietro tries not to comment to much as he carried though Thor's apartment. His own floor was much more simple, considering him and his sister weren't use to having much stuff and he preferred it that way since it reminded him of home. The sliver haired boy bounced lightly on the bed as he sat up, his eyes takin gin the sight of the other stripping off his shirt and coat.
His eyes were just going to roam over that very, very muscled body. Godly is the only word that really felt right when it came to the the others body.]
Almost tempting to let you tear it...
[ He muttered lightly but he's peeling off his own tight, simple black shirt and dropping it away. The slender runners body on display as he reached down to undo the top of his pants.]
[ The bravado is charming and prompts a grin, shoes and socks and all the rest divested in a heap for Thor to step out of, broad-chested and strong-armed and very, very naked as he paces around Pietro (fingers brushing through that lovely silver-tinged hair) to fetch a tube out of the bedside drawers, tossing it onto the sheets and sitting back against the headboard. He spreads his legs unashamedly, his erection an angry red as he strokes the rigid shaft and gestures for company on his lap. ]
Come here, Pietro. [ Coaxing, not commanding. He'll happily assume control but all of it within Pietro's purview. ] We told our friends you were ill, let us finally find the cure.
[ Pietro actually has to roll off the bed to get out of his tight jeans, finally stripping them down and away from his legs before his own underwear joins them. His cock is much like the slender and long ,still smaller compared to the others but it suits him and he'd never heard any complaints. Pietro drops back to the bed as the other paces around him, the boys head leaning into that gently touch with a little smile.
His eyes follow the lube as it drops the bed before the other joins him on the bed.
Pietro's eyes are drawn to the others cock, the size of it. How thick it was. They follow that hand as it strokes it up and down, almost hungry as his lips press together for a moment.
It's the words that finally get him to flick his eyes up at Thor.]
I suppose it's best we do...for their sakes at least.
[ He was just going to move over to the other, his hands brushing up the others thighs before he turned his body around and pressed his back against the others chest to take up the same position he had at the party, his ass sliding over the others cock teasingly.] How do you walk with that thing? It's like your...other hammer. [ Bad time to make a joke?]
I can fetch Mjolnir and leave you two alone, if you like.
[ Not that he's going anywhere in a hurry, especially after Pietro sinks down and Thor can bury his cock between those cheeks letting the swollen tip rub up snugly behind a taut sac, slick and hot with every roll of his hips.
His palms slide over splayed thighs to drag them farther apart, forcing Pietro to either lean back against Thor to balance himself out or to let all his weight fall right where their bodies slide together. Holding him open with his grip secured around the insides of lean legs, a slow rhythm picks up to give Pietro something to ride as foreplay, back and forth so he can wonder all he likes at the size of the dick longing to take him, a far more intimate parody of how they teased at the party. ]
Pretty sure I can't lift that. I'd be trapped for hours...
[ Laughter dances though his voice before it's vanished into the void as a moan escapes his lips at the feeling of that cock pressing up against the back of his balls. The feeling of the other rutting against him was very, very distracting after all. His back falls further against the others chest as his legs parted wider at the others demanding hands, his hand finding a place just beside the others hips as he let another groan escape his lips.
His body starts to rock back against that deliciously big cock, his cheeks slipping up and down as he bites at his lower lip, his head resting against Thor's shoulder now as he let a few very naughty European words fall from his lips. Something akin to holymotherofgod.
His own cock was hard and leaking against his abs, untouched but just as eager.]
I confess ... [ Finding a dual heartbeat that works for them, a repeat of thrust-and-grind that has Thor's breath shortening even with his enhanced endurance because Pietro is so damnably pretty, it's only a short reprieve when he reaches back to uncap the lube and hold him still at a hip to drizzle a lewd line of it directly onto an eager dick. A hammer-calloused hand wraps around Pietro soon after to work and warm the oil-slick into hot flesh, strong fingers rippling from root to tip. ] I confess, I am not averse to the notion of tying you down for hours.
[ For the moment it's Pietro's pleasure he focuses on bringing about, without letting him get off; every time it seems like the speedster might, a ring of thumb-and-forefinger tighten at the base of his erection. Love-bites sink into the curve of a shoulder from behind, careful not to break fine pale skin, mapping between faint freckles. ]
[ Pietro's head tilts at the words even as he pants softly at the feeling of the other continues to rut against him. A sound close to a whimper came from the others lip when the other holds him still and that cool, cold lube pours onto his cock and he gasps lightly at the feeling. But it's nothing compared to the way his head falls back as that hand starts to work him over in an utterly perfect way.] Ah-..Hm-..that sounds like a rather fun night...
I could do with a little bondag-.
[ His words fade away as pleasure shoots though his body. It's like he's always on the edge of total pleasure as the other teases him. There's more whimpers and gasps as his cock throbs painfully but it's stopped every time by the others fingers tightening around the base. The message was clear. He'd come when the other wanted him too.
He does his best to tease the others large cock, his hips rocking back and forth on it still, even letting his hole catch at the tip a few times teasingly.]
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There's a little arch of his back as the others strong powerful grip finds it's way to Pietro's hips. It's an involuntary reaction, there was something just...innately erotic about the others strength and power. Pietro felt drunk on more than just the cheap booze being around it. Pietro's laughter joins with the others at the sight of his sister damn near choking on that shot but it's cut a little short by the feeling of the others lips pressed against that secret spot behind his ear.
There's power in that voice as well. Pietro's lips press together and his adam's apple swallows as he rocks his hips back into the others crotch once. A small non-verbal response to those words.]
That's....good to know.
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They're all adults so no one ought to pay Thor especial attention when he uses his beer-free hand to tilt Pietro's chin sideways, leaning up to meet those tempting lips in a fond kiss. And another, if allowed, licking the seam of his mouth to seek entry. The laughter and chatter of their teammates is a constant, thankfully, at least for now, and the pseudo-privacy at their discretion is very much appreciated. ]
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There's no fight or resistance when that hand finds his chin and turns his head. Pietro's sliver eyes dancing over at the blond as his lips press against the others. It's unexpected, if only because Tony or Steve could glance over and see them. Tony no doubt had a thousand comments lined up for exactly this situation. Still that laughter continues and the European boy gets too caught up in the kiss to care as his lips part for that questioning tongue to enter, his own flicking against Thor's teasingly as a soft enough noise to stay between them, escapes his lips.]
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And he tastes sweet despite their fare tonight when Thor licks his way slowly into a willing mouth, a stroking tongue chasing hot secrets hidden from view. The catcalls start from Tony (of course), although the jeering only makes Thor reach up to cup Pietro's jaw and draw him into a wilder kiss far more for show than not, a blonde beard grazing bristle. It certainly stamps his intentions on the boy for all to see, stirring Thor to half-hardness beneath the curve of a lovely rear.
The wet smack of parting lips can be heard when he leans back, eyeing Pietro through a darkened blue gaze with a sip of his ale. ]
Shall we relocate this party?
[ Their own, that is. ]
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His body arches into that kiss, his hand finding it's way to Thor's shoulder as he kisses back. His tongue easily the more submissive of the two as they duel. A smile finds it's way on Pietro's face at the catcall- and the sound of his sister swearing in Sokovian at the sight of the two of them. Thankfully he easily soaks in that wider kiss, his teeth nipping into the lower lip of the god as he finally pulls away from the other. After all if they're putting on the show, might as well make it a good one.
His own light eyes meet the others as he takes a deep breath and takes a swing of his own cheap beer before lowering the bottle. ]
Yeah. I think we've given the boys and girls enough for free for the night.
[ That accent is light and easy as he brushes his ass against that hard length one more time as he stands up. An easy blush over his pale features as he holds out a hand for the God.]
Your choice where we go...
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It's quieter in the corridors. He doesn't hurry, neither taking the way slow into the elevator where he speaks the level of his own room, not until he can tug the shorter man in against the mirrored wall and crowd him into a corner, immediately surging down for a hungry kiss that makes everything previous look like mere tasters, a thigh rubbing up between Pietro's legs to pin him in place.
Very beautiful, Thor mentally amends to himself, sliding his hands around a waist to hold him still for the start of an amorous ravishing. ]
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There's a little smirk on his face as the other speaks his level of his room. It's not a place Pietro had been too often but the invitation..well, certainly indicated how the other wanted the night to go. A moment later he was pressed up against the cool steel of the elevator wall. His hands moving up to link together behind the others neck as he kissed back just as hungry. Finally a loud groan escaping his lips as that thigh rubbed between his legs, his own length hardening at the feeling of the others taking such...control of him.]
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Through harsh breaths, he hums against that slick mouth, ] When we reach my quarters I want you on my lap, as before. If you are going to flaunt your backside, [ a punishing tongue laves its way hotly to the curve of an ear, ] I will claim it until morning.
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Pietro's eyes flutter a little at the others words. How on earth would have guessed that Thor of all people was good at dirty talk?]
I can do vhat [ His accent was thicker now as he was much less focused on being understood, his wrist press against the hands holding him as the other whispered into his ear. The sliver head turning against it as he almost damn near came at the word claim.] Think you're god enough to keep it?
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God enough to keep you going until the sun comes up.
[ Ding. The elevator opens directly into Thor's private apartment, a largely unused sector of the Tower unless he requires a little time alone or to shower off the dirt and blood of battle in peace. Not much sleep happens on the huge red-gold bed atop which he deposits Pietro, carrying him right into the bedroom and dropping down with him on the unwrinkled sheets, and none will get a look-in this evening either.
Thor leans back to start shirking off his coat and shirt. ]
Unless you would like your shirt to own a tear, I suggest you disrobe.
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A cocky smirk finally appears at those words.]
Oh? Might have finally found someone who can keep up with me..
[ Pietro tries not to comment to much as he carried though Thor's apartment. His own floor was much more simple, considering him and his sister weren't use to having much stuff and he preferred it that way since it reminded him of home. The sliver haired boy bounced lightly on the bed as he sat up, his eyes takin gin the sight of the other stripping off his shirt and coat.
His eyes were just going to roam over that very, very muscled body. Godly is the only word that really felt right when it came to the the others body.]
Almost tempting to let you tear it...
[ He muttered lightly but he's peeling off his own tight, simple black shirt and dropping it away. The slender runners body on display as he reached down to undo the top of his pants.]
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Come here, Pietro. [ Coaxing, not commanding. He'll happily assume control but all of it within Pietro's purview. ] We told our friends you were ill, let us finally find the cure.
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His eyes follow the lube as it drops the bed before the other joins him on the bed.
Pietro's eyes are drawn to the others cock, the size of it. How thick it was. They follow that hand as it strokes it up and down, almost hungry as his lips press together for a moment.
It's the words that finally get him to flick his eyes up at Thor.]
I suppose it's best we do...for their sakes at least.
[ He was just going to move over to the other, his hands brushing up the others thighs before he turned his body around and pressed his back against the others chest to take up the same position he had at the party, his ass sliding over the others cock teasingly.] How do you walk with that thing? It's like your...other hammer. [ Bad time to make a joke?]
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[ Not that he's going anywhere in a hurry, especially after Pietro sinks down and Thor can bury his cock between those cheeks letting the swollen tip rub up snugly behind a taut sac, slick and hot with every roll of his hips.
His palms slide over splayed thighs to drag them farther apart, forcing Pietro to either lean back against Thor to balance himself out or to let all his weight fall right where their bodies slide together. Holding him open with his grip secured around the insides of lean legs, a slow rhythm picks up to give Pietro something to ride as foreplay, back and forth so he can wonder all he likes at the size of the dick longing to take him, a far more intimate parody of how they teased at the party. ]
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[ Laughter dances though his voice before it's vanished into the void as a moan escapes his lips at the feeling of that cock pressing up against the back of his balls. The feeling of the other rutting against him was very, very distracting after all.
His back falls further against the others chest as his legs parted wider at the others demanding hands, his hand finding a place just beside the others hips as he let another groan escape his lips.
His body starts to rock back against that deliciously big cock, his cheeks slipping up and down as he bites at his lower lip, his head resting against Thor's shoulder now as he let a few very naughty European words fall from his lips. Something akin to holymotherofgod.
His own cock was hard and leaking against his abs, untouched but just as eager.]
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[ For the moment it's Pietro's pleasure he focuses on bringing about, without letting him get off; every time it seems like the speedster might, a ring of thumb-and-forefinger tighten at the base of his erection. Love-bites sink into the curve of a shoulder from behind, careful not to break fine pale skin, mapping between faint freckles. ]
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I could do with a little bondag-.
[ His words fade away as pleasure shoots though his body. It's like he's always on the edge of total pleasure as the other teases him. There's more whimpers and gasps as his cock throbs painfully but it's stopped every time by the others fingers tightening around the base. The message was clear. He'd come when the other wanted him too.
He does his best to tease the others large cock, his hips rocking back and forth on it still, even letting his hole catch at the tip a few times teasingly.]