body heat meme

[broski]

The Body Heat Meme

1. Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
2. Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
3. A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
4. So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
5. Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

( reposted off of here! )

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[studmuffin]

[ Swallowing.

Oh god, if this is a joke then Stiles is going to just find a hole to die in. ]

Are you going to-?

[bybirth]

Do you want me to?

[studmuffin]

You have noticed the whole painfully turned on thing, right?

[bybirth]

[ Well.

Yeah. But that doesn't have to mean anything. Except apparently it does and Derek's tired of trying to ignore this.

So. Leaning in, brushing his lips against Stiles almost, almost gently. ]

[studmuffin]

[ That.

That is a noise of hormone messy feelings because fucking hell, Derek Hale is practically kissing him and he maybe squeaks a little.

Way to go, Stiles. ]

[bybirth]

[ His poor ears.

He'll get his revenge by licking his way into Stiles' mouth to muffle all further sounds. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Oh.

Oh.

That does nothing to ease his aching dick. But that's okay, it will fuel his jerk off material for the rest of his life. ]

[bybirth]

[ If that will fuel his jerk off material already, what will the fact that Derek's just reaching down and under the blanket to press the palm of his hand against Stiles' erection do? ]

[studmuffin]

[ His gasp is sharp, fingers digging into Derek's shoulders even as his hips inadvertently push forward. It's like a jolt of pure energy, pulse pounding under his skin. ]

F-fuck. What kind of magic are you?

[bybirth]

Not magic, Stiles. [ He must've felt something like that before, surely, he can't be the first— ]

[studmuffin]

[ Ha. ]

C'mon, you're a werewolf, own up to the whole magic thing.

[bybirth]

That has nothing to do with it.

[studmuffin]

So the sex magic is totally just you?

[bybirth]

No magic, Stiles.

[studmuffin]

Kiss me again and prove it.

[ It'd be bold if not for the serious flush going on in his cheeks right now. ]

[bybirth]

[ He's rolling his eyes, but he does lean in again, tongue flicking against Stiles' lower lip before he kisses him. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Magic. His fingers clutch Derek's arms, desperate for a moment, and if he thinks that he smelt like lust and want before, well.

Now he's pretty much drenched in it. ]

[bybirth]

[ Not magic. Possibly good kissing skills, but not magic. The scent, though, makes Derek growl low in his throat, not threatening at all for once. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Well, it's magic to Stiles, he's never been kissed like this, by someone like this, and he trembles with it slightly, shakes on the edge of something strange and new and dangerous.

Derek is gorgeous, he can't help the low, throaty keening sound that he presses into his mouth, the way he grips on to him. ]

[bybirth]

[ Derek draws Stiles closer to him, kissing him long and slow, just a little dirty because he can't help it, doesn't want to, the scent of arousal and Stiles in his lap, in his arms, clutching at him, it's intoxicating.

He could hold back. He's tired of trying to, doesn't want to. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Biting down on his lower lip with a grunt, because of course, of course Derek's dominance is rubbing off on him, making him desperate for it.

His fingers dig in, squirming. ]

[bybirth]

[ Derek tightens his arms around Stiles, almost as if to keep him still except he doesn't really mind the squirming. At all. ]

[studmuffin]

[ He huffs out a breath, skittered across Derek's face and he can't help the way he surges up a little. ]

[bybirth]

[ Fingers tightening over Stiles' hips, thumbs pressing in just above the hipbone, and if Stiles' shirt rides up a little and it's skin on skin-- Derek isn't complaining. ]

Greedy.

[studmuffin]

Starved for it.

p But he's cupping Derek's face with his hands, licking his lower lip with a soft grunt of sound. Stiles maybe not be as experienced, but he's enthusiastic. ]