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cuddle up

CUDDLE MEME

what to do:
☆ post a comment with your character's name and fandom or preferences, if you have them.
★ use the magic RNG 1-12 to pick the cuddly scenario. or not.
☆ then cuddle it out!

cuddle choices:
① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.
⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
⑪ Ménage à trois Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
⑫ Player's choice Pick one or make up your own!

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[Just enough, he thinks. Despite being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, this is the first time that Charles really has what he wants. His sister, friends, and the start of a community that they could all be part of.

And he had Erik. And although Charles was a man of science, not given to believe in ideas of true love, there were times he was filled with the notion that the two of them were somehow meant to collide. Like particles on the same frequency.

His arms skim up and loop around Erik's shoulders once more, making a small 'mmph' noise into the kiss, wanting the warmth of their bodies pressing against each other. Although he does break away after several seconds, looking up towards the ceiling as he makes sure that everyone else in the house is sound asleep. Yes, everything is fine. Not that it does much to stop his heart racing at doing something so private so out in the open.]

We should go upstairs.

[Should. Definitely should. Never mind that he's leaning back up to press another kiss to Erik's lips.]

We should.

[ Erik concedes, all the while pursuing the deft warmth of Charles' lips, the heat of his kisses in this cold kitchen, meeting him halfway. Brief touches of contact, unspoken affection threaded within movements. It's startling how easily everything else melts away save for the thrill of the forbidden, how Charles has Erik and Erik has Charles and a dream greater than the both of them. Charles' touch is welcome, especially so in the sensuous slide of his arms against his, the heat of their bodies melding together.

Charles' sweater and pajamas feel pleasantly comforting on his skin, and Erik makes no move to guide them both up when he's more occupied with Charles, when he would much rather prefer pressing up against him, easing him to perch on the low counter. He pushes the bottle aside, mostly-empty as it is, and tastes the flavor of whiskey still on Charles' tongue when he deepens the kiss, savors him the way he would the finest wine.

They might be out here, in the open -- but Charles would make sure no one sees them, wouldn't he? His hand slides up Charles' cloth-clad thigh, squeezing gently, possessively. ]

Later.

Erik.

[It's half whispered, half gasped, and Charles breaks away with swollen red lips. That squeeze evoked a certain reaction and his hand goes to stay the one on his thigh. His breathing is ragged as his eyes meet Erik's in what might look like a defiant gaze. A small reminder that his pliancy doesn't come too easy.

Even though they go together so well, there are always those clashing moments that keep things interesting. The teasing, the threat of withholding, the need to challenge and the anticipation of reaction. Their to and fro.

Although seconds later, he kneads at Erik's hand to knead at him again, and his legs slide apart just so.]

I almost never did anything like this before you came along.

[Bad influence. And then his heel finds the back of Erik's calf, nudging him closer, wanting his kisses again.]

Charles.

[ Erik damn near purrs, low and quiet in his ear when he hears the way his name sounds from his lips, a lovely, breathy gasp that thrills him dangerously, reminds him of why he would never tire of this. Erik knows that reaction, knows Charles' body almost as well as his own. After all, how many nights had they spent with each other, Erik's fingers and mouth tracking over heated skin, claiming him over and over again?

He savors the defiance, the reminder that Charles is not easily won, and he hums quietly before he continues kneading, thumb brushing up deliberately over the curve of his cock through the soft cotton of his pajamas this time. There is a connection between them, true and strong in the way neither of them ever had with anyone else, and it should be terrifying, the extent of it.

But at this point, Erik cannot quite bring himself to care when he's more intent on driving the usually composed professor wild with his touch. A brief tease, tantalizing and delicate as he continues stroking him through the cloth, before he steps between Charles' legs, his smile growing.

Erik presses soft kisses to Charles' reddened lips, time and again before deepening it, murmuring. He yields to Charles' silent demands, feeling the weight of his heel against his calf. Pity, really. You should have come down dressed in less. ]

And you love every moment of it.

[That's one thought he's not sorry for picking up on. A moment later and Charles' jumper and pajama shirt are getting pulled off and tossed on the floor. He takes a moment to give Erik's torso an appreciative look, fingers toying with the slackness of his waistband, thumbs pressing against hipbones. And then he pulls him against his still warm skin, enjoying the conflicting coolness.]

Every single one.

[It's said in that same breathless tone and he presses for more of those deep kisses, even though his lips are becoming tired, even though his body wants more and soon (those teasing brushes have left him aching). But not before he retaliates a little. He leans in to whisper:]

I want you to take me in every room in this house, eventually. [And he smiles as he speaks, because that's a lot of rooms.] On every surface of the furniture. Against the walls. In front of windows and mirrors. I want us to stain every antique couch and carpet.

[And with that, he digs his other heel into Erik's other calf and gives an effortless little thrust off the counter and against him, before leaning back with a look that says 'what are you waiting for?']

[ It shouldn't surprise him, that Charles has a damnable gift for saying the things that turn him on, articulating his desires and fanning the flames, every word from his mouth a dangerously thrilling challenge. Add to that the professor's effortless sensuality and the familiar way Erik's body responds to his touches, making clear their easy intimacy as lovers.

It's always quite the sight, when Charles divests himself of his jumper and pajama shirt, and he wastes no time nipping at his neck, hands roaming up and down the expanse of Charles' chest with a clearly possessive touch, his pants already growing quite uncomfortable, the bulge of his cock clear. Breath hot against his throat, Erik growls quietly. ]

You'll get exactly what you wish for, Charles. I'll fuck you until you cannot stand. Until we christen every piece of furniture with us.

[ Erik pulls away only to hook both fingers in his lover's pajamas pants, tugging them down off his hips and down his ankles, leaving him completely, wonderfully naked on the counter. That Charles is so eager and willing for this does terribly complicated things to Erik, and he cups the back of Charles' head, stepping between his legs once more.

Free hand reaching down to cup the thickness of Charles' cock, stroking his thumb over the familiarly ridged length of it and enjoying the velvet friction, he smiles, lips at his pulse as he brands the words into his skin. His smile matches Charles' own, before he pushes his cloth-covered crotch up against the other's naked cock, introducing a brand new sort of friction for his pleasure. ]

I'll fuck you senseless in front of everyone if I have to, Charles. Take you on your hands and knees so hard that the next time you masturbate, you'll come with my name on your lips.

[ His lips trail to Charles' ear as he coaxes his legs around his waist again. Erik is so hard, so aroused as he continues his dirty whispers. ]

And you'll pray that I was there, to fill you up if only to feel the way my come drips down your thighs. [ A soft hum. ] Or would you have preferred the way it tastes when you swallow it down?

[There's a low, throaty, series of moans at those touches and the pressure against his cock. And the words, yes. He wants to be fucked just like Erik describes: senseless and hard, between the edge of pain and pleasure, crying out again and again. Then lying there, recovering, before Erik flips him over for more.

But it's when Erik mentions 'in front of people' that Charles is snapped back to the fact he's completely naked, in the kitchen, where anyone could wander in and see. And as shameful as the thought is, it only makes harder, and the little cry he gives is very telling.

Still, he's not quite content to lie back just yet. That last whisper gave him an idea, and a moment later, his leg unhooks and comes around to push Erik away. He slips down from the counter with ease and kneels on the floor. Once he's comfortable, Erik's pajama pants get tugged down, exposing his erection.]

What if I want both?

[And he dabs at the head of Erik's cock with his tongue, before pulling back with a sly smile.]

Wouldn't you like that? That wet, slick feeling. [This time a long, lengthy, suck.] All the better to fuck me hard.

[ Oh.

Oh.

The feel of his pants slipping from his hips and Charles' sweet mouth taking him in is delightful, the wet warmth of his tongue and his mouth wrapped just so around the rigid length of his cock. Erik groans quietly, his fingers find purchase in his soft, wavy hair, threaded through them but not forcing Charles on him. Not yet -- not when he enjoys his instinct and initiative, the way he responds to his words.

Getting a blowjob in the kitchen while the children are all asleep, imagine that.

He's so hard he's painful, and he cannot help but thrust his hips gently against him, willing Charles to take him in further, to continue laving and sucking and fully intending to make at least one of those desires expressed come true. Erik will always remember, he thinks, the way Charles looks when he smiles just like that, sly and playful -- the quiet cry he makes when stimulated. Kicking off his pants and finding a pleasure to be completely naked in such an open place, Erik hums quietly. He'd love that, of course he'd love all of it, especially so when it's Charles. ]

I'll give you both.

[ It's a promise -- they're not nearly going to be finished with just a blowjob, and Erik cradles the back of his head with open, rare affection gleaned only in moments like these. He wills the telepath to see, to pick up on his thoughts, loud and clearly explicit images of Erik bending him over the kitchen table right there, rutting into him like an animal in heat, or perhaps pinning Charles up against the sink, mouth hot on his arousal, sucking him off as if he were a choice treat. And a turn on the dining chair, even, with Charles on his lap and fully impaled on his cock. All of these, he had got himself off to once before -- and he willingly lets Charles know that, too. ]

I'll fuck you so hard, you'll be screaming my name before this night is over, Charles.

Edited 2012-07-22 03:40 (UTC)

[Oh God, those images. That promise. If Charles could have his way, he would have them all. They would spend the next couple of hours, naked in the kitchen, doing every dirty thing imaginable until the first stirrings of the other household members. He lets out a series of moans as he moves his lips further down the length of Erik's cock, sucking, squeezing, tongue fluttering against the underside. If Erik was sore, he was only happy to relieve him.

And oh, but he wants to be fucked hard. Just the thought of Erik's cock filling him up, making hard, pounding thuds against him. He shudders, right there on the kitchen floor, in unadultered need. It makes him feel frantic and even a little greedy. He moves his hand away from gripping Erik's cock and pushes down even more, until his lips are almost touching the base. He remembers to breathe deep and looks up at Erik with eager, blue eyes. He knows how much you like this, Erik. He knows exactly what you like.

The next minute, his hands grip against Erik's hips, nails digging into his buttocks as he urges him to move. And as much as Erik dislikes it when he enters his mind, he lets out a little mental plead: fuck. And to reinforce the message, he groans around him once more.

His eyes don't break contact. He wants Erik's approval, wants to see him enjoy himself. He'd happily offer up his body any second of the day for him. It was a surprise they ever got anything done, sometimes.]

[ Charles already has it; all of Erik's approval, all of the way he desires him, sees only him when he fucks him like this, when they're laid bare in the emptiness and nothing else matters. If Erik had his way, really, he would have had Charles at every moment of every day -- every chance he had to spread Charles beneath him and make him cry out, completely undone.

The directive is a clear signal, and while Erik hates when Charles uses it, he makes an exception of it. After all, it's Charles' kiss-reddened lips wrapped so greedily around his aching cock, so hard and hot in his mouth. It's Charles' beautifully blue eyes the color of cloudless skies that bore into his own, as if reading every thought that crosses his mind, lurid or not. Then again, knowing Charles, the man probably is.

And so Erik lets Charles know without words how beautiful Erik thinks he is, how gorgeous he looks on his knees and working his cock. He begins to thrust, in long, slow strokes -- deliberately fucking his mouth just the way he knows the other man wants it. He, too, knows exactly what you like, Charles. Cradling the back of his head firmly, he begins to fuck him in earnest, his cock large in his mouth and pushing mercilessly against the back of his throat and just a little further.

Beg nicely. Beg me to fuck you, Charles.

He wants to be deep inside him, he wants to hear Charles groan, to need him -- before the night is over, Charles will have what he desires; Erik pounding into him with all the viciousness and passion of a wild animal. His foot rubs up against Charles' cock as well, stimulating him with ease -- Erik has always been a generous lover, and would never let Charles go without.

Look what you do to him, Charles. ]

[The trick is in the breathing. Want is raging within Charles, but he focuses on a pinnacle of calm, breathing deeply and keeping his throat relaxed as Erik fucks him again and again. If there's any discomfort, it doesn't matter. Submission is interesting like that: there's the adrenaline rush from the need for sex and the fight against any pain, and the endorphin release to combat it. The rougher it gets, the better it starts to feel.

Charles continues to look up at Erik like he's the only thing that matters in the world. His cheeks burn in delight when he picks up the image of himself in Erik's mind. And when he's told to beg...

Please - an image of him bent over the kitchen table - fuck - on all fours - me - against the wall.

And he makes a noise that's half moan, half whine. The foot rubbing against him brings some relief, but it's not enough. He wants more, and soon.

Please, Erik, I'll be good. And he looks up again with those pretty blue eyes. I need your cock inside me so badly.]

[ Those pretty, pretty blue eyes will be his undoing someday. Erik is drawn to him, terribly so, hopelessly so, and he's combing his fingers through his hair and drawing him nearer. Setting a proper rhythm and finding mercy even when the lust and desire burns hot in his veins, Erik stifles a quiet groan. Charles is so very pliant against him, he could sense it -- eager and willing in so many ways that thrill Erik to no end.

It's his submission that Erik craves when his eyes lid and he takes what Charles gives. The images make his cock twitch, the thoughts in his head full of only Charles, his previous nightmares chased to the back of his mind.

He pulls away then, watching the strand of saliva when he reluctantly draws his cock out of his lover's mouth. The loss of his slick wet warmth makes him want Charles to take it back in his mouth again, to want to see the way his come would look spattered on that lovely, lovely face. But there is time for that later -- when they've taken the edge off the desire and lust. However, a quick glance around reminds him of a glaring absence -- they don't have lubricant. He tugs Charles back up against his body with a soft noise of frustration, quite unwilling to go all the way back upstairs for it. His cock pressing hard against Charles' thigh, he murmurs roughly. ]

I don't have lubricant. Do you --

Um--

[He wipes at his mouth, thinking for a moment, before pulling away from Erik in order to investigate the pantry. A moment later and he's back with a bottle of olive oil. Let it never be said Charles lacks an ability to think with his feet (or other body parts).]

This will do.

[He unscrews the cap and pours a sparing amount into one hand before rubbing both palms together. It feels warm by the time he glides his hand up and down Erik's cock with a slow stroke. And another. And he leans up to whisper in Erik's ear:]

I am so, so tight right now. I want you to play with me, then take me harder than I've ever been taken before. Please.

[With that, he turns around and positions himself against the counter, looking into those steely eyes over his shoulder with a taunting smile. He's right here, Erik. Pert ass in the air, ready to be slammed into.]

[ ...Olive oil.

Erik is never going to look at that particular bottle the same way again, especially when it warms up in Charles' hand and it's all Erik can do not to buck into the touch, the slick way his hot palms slide against his cock. Charles is far too talented at this for his own good, he thinks absently; but he's reaching out for that bottle as well, pouring a little more his fingers to slick them up.

Charles might be a terrible enabler -- and Erik might be scant inches from fucking him senseless right against that kitchen counter, but he likes to think that he retains some form of self-control (tenuous as it is), and he smiles in return, meeting his gaze. As much as Erik desires Charles, hurting him because of this is something that repels him, and what he does is admire the view; right before he parts those lovely, perky cheeks and this time, he's the one on his knees, his tongue briefly touching against the puckered ring of his hole. ]

Play with you, is it? Spread your legs further. Let me see you.

[Spread them. There were few words that Charles liked to hear Erik say more than those. As soon as he feels that touch to his rear, his legs part almost of their own volition. His hands splay out on the counter, needing to prop himself up in some way.]

Erik...

[It's as much of a moan as it is a plead. Charles may be impatient, but he liked the drawn out moments before finally having his desire fulfilled. He craves those touches from Erik, before the full force of their fucking. It made it all the more satisfactory.]

Erik, please.

[Charles wants him, needs him, more than he'll ever know.]

[ What Charles craves, Erik definitely sees fit to provide, pressing him apart further before he pushes his tongue into him, a teasing, tantalizing touch before he draws away and pushes his finger inside him. The tip of an oil-slick finger, then further inside as he feels his lover's body stretch just a little to accommodate. It's simple enough, really, and Erik ducks his head to press kisses against the softness of Charles balls, taking his time to play with him, to reduce him to a begging mess.

Charles, always so very put-together, is charming in his pleas and his shameless enjoyment of their foreplay. His entire finger sinks into him now, and soon he will push in another, but for now -- ] I sometimes wonder if you would come just from having my fingers inside you. [ He fingerfucks him slowly, deliberately, now moving up to press kisses against the small of his back, admiring the paleness of his skin. ]

Or if you could only come if it's my cock inside you.

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Oh God, oh God.

[Charles tenses at first, tight and reflexively trying to push the finger back out, but quickly relaxes. He closes his eyes and lets his body rock against the finger inside of him, pressing his mouth against the back of one hand to muffle the moan threatening to escape him. Eventually he begins to sink down until his face is pressed against the cool counter, making obscene little noises as he lets himself be fucked and played with.]

One day we'll have to find out. [The thought is enticing and he idly wonders how many fingers he could take inside of him, how they would feel curled against his prostrate, how fast Erik could fuck him. There's a loud drawn out moan, before he breaks off to beg:] But -- oh God, Erik, I need your cock.

[It's said between gritted teeth. He's quickly reaching that critical point before he devolves into mindless begging.]

Not God. [ Erik smiles like a wolf, sharp and mischievous against the base of his spine, his tongue warm and wet before he attempts the second finger. It's delightful, getting Charles nice and pliant and begging for more. His body is reactive, and Erik loves the way Charles clenches around his fingers -- no matter how many times he's fucked him this way, Charles is still tight, stunningly so. ]

Erik.

[ Call his name if you must, Charles -- Erik would very much rather that than a deity he has long abandoned. To drive the point home properly, he pushes an oil-slick second finger deep inside him with little warning. He's already nicely prepared, but not quite stretched to accommodate Erik.

Not yet.

He's barely touching against Charles' prostate, the bundle of sensitive nerves that he knows drives the man wild, and he deliberately shies from doing it, kissing the inside of his lover's thighs and watching the way Charles' tight hole so greedily sucks him inside. A grunt: ]

We could find out now.

[ Again and again he thrusts his fingers in and out of him, generously coating his insides -- Charles would need a lot of preparation to take Erik in, and Erik is so aroused it almost hurts, having to hold himself back from giving Charles the good, thorough fucking they both crave. I know. I know, Charles. ]

Any louder, and you'll wake the others.

No they won't. [You can practically hear the smile in his voice.]

Trust me. We can scream this house down tonight and nobody is going to be wiser.

[It's a slight abuse of his abilities but - well. He feels hot and aching, and right now the only thing that matters is Erik's touch and the fact that his cock isn't inside him. But there are two fingers inside him now, and oh, it feels good. Charles closes his eyes and lets himself relax into those fingers.]

Oh, Erik.

[The brush against his prostrate is maddening, both tantalizing and not enough. His head drops onto the counter once again as he presses his moans into the wood underneath his cheek.]

Erik, Erik...

[He keeps repeating his name until it forms a chant that's barely whispered.]

[ It's a plea that he enjoys, words that become a prayer that urges him on, sinking two fingers again and again deep inside of him. Erik watches Charles with lust, with amusement -- knowing far too well that even if one of them were to enter right now, there is nothing they would see save for an empty, quiet kitchen.

Charles is powerful, terrifyingly so, with no limit to the potential he can achieve, and Erik supposes that it is the gift, and the clarity that comes with it that allows Charles to assume the role of a leader, especially so to the fledglings who were still new to this world, who can never hope to understand the depth of human cruelty.

He pulls out his fingers, only to add a third just briefly -- it's a tight fit, but he's slippery enough that there's no friction, no abrasion, and finally he straightens up fully before drawing them out completely, guiding his own thick cock, slick with oil so that the head pressed against his eager, willing hole. Another push, and Erik quietly murmurs Charles' name, the sensation that closes around just the head of his cock enough to make him tense with anticipation, with a surge of incredible pleasure that takes his breath away.

It's a slightly tighter fit than Erik's anticipated, but good enough, as he grips hold of Charles' hips -- bruising but not overly so. ]

Charles, damn it --

[The feel of it makes him inhale sharply; his spine tenses. There's a drawn out silence before Charles shudders and emits a loud groan. It hurts, but only slightly, and he braces both arms against the counter as he waits for his body relax. The sting eases. And when that's passed:]

More.

[He pushes himself back so that he takes in the tiniest bit more. It's a taunt, and not much else. He wouldn't really deny Erik the satisfaction of thrusting into him when he's waited this long.]

Please, Erik. Give me more.

[ Charles' response spurs him on, the way he needs it and the way it affects him. A part of him is tempted to clamp his hand over his mouth to stop anyone from waking up, because Charles is a wonderfully loud lover, but a larger part of him prefers to skirt that dangerous line, all the while still knowing that no one will wake while they're here like this.

Hand curving over his hip, intimately close, Erik leans in for a brief kiss before he pulls out slowly, so much so that only the head is left in him before he thrusts in sharply, introducing the edge of roughness to their lovemaking that he knows Charles savors. ]

Patience.

[It makes Charles buck against the counter and he lets out a purposefully loud moan. He gasps out:]

If you want me to be quiet, you'll have to make me.

[And he sends Erik images of hand at his throat, then clamped over his mouth while he moans against the flat of his palm. Or even a thumb under his chin while he's made to suck on fore and middle finger. More than that - he kindles the memory of his mouth hot and wet against Erik's skin. It's deliberate, and it's taunting, and he's determined to rile him up and test his control.]

Make me, Erik.

[ And Erik does, thrilled by the images that Charles sends him, the noise he makes while writhing beneath. He's too good at this, Erik decides, when Charles manipulates and plays with him to stir the pot, to bait him and rile him up in ways that he delights in fiercely.

He pushes two fingers into his lover's mouth, then -- pressing lightly against the tongue as his thumb rubs his chin. It's a silent command for him to suck, to occupy him so that he didn't cause any more mischief. He thrusts up deeply inside him again, with a lewd slap of flesh of flesh that is never unexpected with their lovemaking. Charles is tight, hot and willing as Erik buries himself inside him, gripping his hip bruisingly before he fucks him in short, shallow thrusts. ]

Shameless.

[ Ragged, but fond, and Erik just barely brushes the head of his cock over that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, holding back and clearly intending to drag out the moment. Pretend you're sucking on my cock. ]

[That's hardly big enough, Charles teases, but he does as he's told. Soon he's sucking and making fluttering motions with his tongue like he had earlier. And it's a good thing, too. He can't help but make short, quick moans after every thrust, and the fingers do an excellent job of muffling the noise.

Shameless, yes. Charles leans back a little until he's resting on Erik's frame, head tilted so that he might see that talented mouth at work. Look at what you've reduced me to. I need you, Erik. I need you to make me come and I'll beg and beg, do anything you want to me, please, Erik, please--

He loops an arm up and around, until his hand is resting on the back of Erik's neck. His palm smooths and kneads against the skin, urging and soothing and needing.]

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