/muffled make out noises

[simplememes]

SLOPPY MAKE-OUTS MEME!

It doesn't matter why, but you're either in the middle of making out with someone or you're about it. Pretty hot and heavy, too. Who knows how you got there -- that's mostly up to you. All you know is that you're not going to feel satisfied until you're flushed and barely breathing. LOCATIONS: 01. roof: maybe you were given a note, or were dragged up by the person you're currently macking on. either way, you're definitely on the rooftop of some building, away from prying eyes. 02. school/office: you might be at the office, or maybe you just finished your last class for the day; regardless of where you might be, it sure isn't a good place to be making out with someone-- oops. 03. movie theater: the go-to place for most makeouts. sitting in the back or off to the side; just make sure no one catches you! 04. backstage: maybe you won tickets to a concert, perhaps you performed or they did, maybe you even snuck in! but you're backstage somewhere for something, getting hot and heavy in the dark corners. 05. public: out for a walk, having a picnic, maybe you're swimming! but regardless of where you are, it's in public. 06. home: whether you're are at your house, theirs, or someone elses, you're getting down and naughty inside a home of some design. 07. wildcard: re-roll, combine, pick your own, or make one up! DIRECTIONS: • Post a comment with your character. • Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7. • Match the number to the options above. • Reply to the thread starter and go from there! You can either be in the middle of a make out session or about to start; it's all up to you. • Any rating goes, but no wank, please!

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[orcsurfing]

Never could wine, or any other drink truly, be as intoxicating as the looks he caught all too often in the recent days, or the polite interest that an elf such as Celebrimbor himself. Legolas had only heard stories, he had only heard the legends before now, and never, not even in his wildest fantasies and daydreams, had he thought he would get anything more but a passing glance, should they ever meet. And so he was charmed, drunk on the intensity of that attention — and truly, were Fëanorians ever anything less than intense? — and one touch and another was enough to have him lean towards the other elf like a flower would towards the Sun.

In that exact moment, he seemed to forget all about the world around them and the people who surrounded them on nearly all the sides. It was just them in an untouchable bubble where time flowed differently than everywhere else. And Legolas was pliant, easily parting his lips and responding in kind to the sweetness of the kiss, his tongue sweeping, light and teasing, over lips and teeth and tongue. Legolas needed little encouragement, really, to return the kiss. Unlike Celebrimbor, however, he could not so easily withhold a pleased little sigh — his breath hot on Celebrimbor's lips and mouth —, forced out of his throat by the heart beating wildly in excitement. Quiet as it was, luckily the music covered up the noise of it and nobody turned to look at them.

His hand found the back of Celebrimbor's head, pale fingers daring to wind into black locks, thumb brushing an ear, the jaw, the muscles in his thigh flexed beneath the touch and Legolas shifted ever closer.

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[brightmaster]

Such a sound from the prince! Celebrimbor smiled against the Legolas's lips, his eyes open just a sliver to look at the perfectly pale skin and blue eyes of his fixation. All the beauty of his father with none of the harsh angles, truly, in this boy. The sigh was rewarded with more of his tongue, sliding slow and wet in and out of the wine tinted mouth. Again, the jewel-smith mouthed Legolas's lower lip.

When he felt fingers in his hair and against his ear, this time it was the old elf that let escape a single sigh. A molten eat worked its way through him starting at that point, down through his chest and hair, and lower to his lap. This was far too public a place for this but they had already crossed that line together.

No matter how dark the theatre's house was, all the elven eyes around them could see perfectly well regardless, but it was also the rustle of their clothes, the quick beating of their hearts, and those small sighs they were dangerously drawing from one another. Elves were ever polite and Celebrimbor had little to fear from being frowned upon even less than he already was, but Legolas had much more to lose. Was the kiss, he wondered, as intoxicating for the boy as it was for himself?

This time the sound he gave was more purposeful, an encouraging moan barely audible from his throat. Celebrimbor tilt his head in the opposite direction and opened his mouth further, inviting.

[orcsurfing]

In Legolas's veins it was the blood of the Sindar that flowed, yet ever was it ignited into blazing flame by the wild nature of the Silvans. Like them, he was quick of temper, and like them, instincts were oft given heed before all else. Instincts were true and real, they were more genuine than anything else, even if they could also get one in great trouble. Like right now, how they shared something as intimate as a kiss right where they sat, among the many others present and able to see. Yet all it did, the brief moments when those thoughts surfaced in Legolas's mind, was add to the general excitement.

That, and knowing how terribly his father would disapprove. It was not why he did this, but the knowledge, strangely, had his blood run even hotter.

His breath was shaky, his body trembling, as he squirmed and sought more in the kiss, ever more, more sensations, more pleasure and joy and more of that thrill that his body so enjoyed. He took that invitation without needing to be told, though those little noises meant for his ears only made for delightful encouragement, and he was as eager to take as to give, the slide of his tongue unpractised but making up for it with sheer enthusiasm.

And before long, they were sharing a seat, Legolas having quite effectively and, more importantly, quietly managed to slide himself into Celebrimbor's lap.

[brightmaster]

The Silvan wine was delightful but off Legolas's lips it was absolute grace. They had both drank their fill, along with everyone else, before the performance had begun. The concert was a celebration of light once again returning to the shadowed places of the world and none more so than Greenwood. The light had been here all along, Celebrimbor thought with a little amusement at his own romanticism. The light of Mirkwood was now crawling up onto his lap and offering his tongue very urgently.

The older elf was glad to softly suck on the tip of the wet tongue, adding his own saliva to the already wet kiss as he licked up the length of Legolas's. Another sigh had him sliding his hands up the long thighs hugging his hips with a squeeze on each as his hands came to the boy's lap. Surely by now someone on one side or the other of them had noticed?

Celebrimbor almost hoped so, though he wasn't sure why. The thrill, he supposed, as if simply having the prince's tongue in his mouth wasn't thrilling enough! Ah- now he had the slight weight on his thighs and that had his legs flexing and shifting to get them both more comfortable. His hands squeezed the renowned archer's hips again, then slid around to cup his backside. As he did this, Celebrimbor eased up on the kiss only so that their lips were barely touching and he could tease with his tongue more, licking and kissing at just the tip of Legolas's.

[orcsurfing]

It was all almost like a game, a game where they both won all there was to win, and Legolas played along happily. His hips shifted under the attention, in small, controlled rolls down and forward, and his resounding gasps and little moans were muffled by the kiss. A nibble was rewarded with a nibble, or with sharp teeth raking most delicately over tender flesh, to tease and to entice. It all lasted a while, a very pleasant while, until Legolas put a crack on the aura of eroticism with an airy... giggle.

It tickled him a little, what Celebrimbor did, and he couldn't quite help the reaction. And that, much to Legolas's embarrassment, finally earned them a glance and the elf sitting beside Celebrimbor cleared his throat in the most pointed manner that he could only muster, which was still plenty.

Legolas, lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed pink, looked horrified as his gaze met the elf's. As quick and graceful as he straddled Celebrimbor's lap, he fled his grasp to return to his own seat as if nothing had happened at all, as if he was not flushed and flustered and very much aroused by a mere kiss. Oh were his father to find out— and it was not himself he was afraid for, but Celebrimbor instead. Once well respected, renown among the elves and dwarves alike, now distrusted by many, though Legolas's presence beside him tended to smooth over many tempers that could lead to trouble.

But this now, this was different.

[brightmaster]

Such a vigorous youth, Celebrimbor wondered if he could at all keep up (he knew he could) but it was thrilling thinking of just who it was squirming so nicely on his lap. The kiss was deeply rewarding and he too was flushed with heated arousal when that little giggle came.

It was endearing. Celebrimbor appreciated the boy's return to his seat however once they were caught. It was too much to hope that their voyeur did not know which two elves were being so highly inappropriate next to them, and so Celebrimbor did not rush to hide himself nor anything so childish. Instead he smiled pleasantly and watched the concert for nearly a full two minutes.

...before his hand strayed. The jewel-smith crossed his legs at the knee and settled back with relaxed elegance, while his hand stroked up and down the fine cloth covering Legolas's thigh. Again, he squeezed near the top and after another minute, he gave a smile to the boy in reward.

[orcsurfing]

The music made his head swim all the more, adding an even more surreal layer to all that happened in the past few moments, and though Legolas didn't find it difficult to return his attention to it — at least for all to see — his attention did stray now and again. Certain notes brought back very, very fresh sensations of only moments ago and his lips tingled all over anew, they brought back the images and sounds and tempted Legolas terribly to lean over again.

To his credit, Legolas did not jump or yelp when the touch returned, but his breath did get caught in his throat for a split moment, and it all did nothing to curb that temptation. More than that, the smile was akin to a magnet, only drawing him in more and more. Though Legolas prevailed, he sat still in his seat, only smiling in return, lips still gleaming in the dim light from when he licked at them.

In the end, all he did was only put his hand over Celebrimbor's, putting a stop to the maddening teasing that, before long, would have him squirming and panting uncomfortably, to instead curl his fingers around it.

[brightmaster]

It was a terrible shame that the rulers of all the elven sects had barred him from his craft and calling. Celebrimbor thought romantically on what sort of jewelry he would adorn Legolas with. Not a ring, but perhaps a pendant or crown of the finest Mithril, or even an arm band inlaid with the finest emeralds. There were so many ages left in the world and he, one of the very last jewel-smiths able to celebrate them with singing metal. Such a shame, such a shame.

Such thoughts swirled in his mind as the musical tones came and went with hardly a thought from him. Never had it been music which moved his elven soul, but the satisfaction of making with his own two hands. The dwarves understood that, even the other jewel-smiths of Eregion. What good were his crafters hands without a hammer to wield?

Well at the least, he had been able to draw some breath and life from Legolas with them. His fingers entwined with the boy's and Celebrimbor honored the desire to remain seated still and behaved until the song was over. As the crowd gave their approval, he leaned over and whispered to the prince. "Shall we make use of the empty corridors beyond this hall?"

[orcsurfing]

That they wound up holding hands instead, for the entire remainder of the concert, it warmed Legolas's heart instead of his blood, and every so often he would steal a glance at the elf beside him, only to catch him very much lost in thought. He had to wonder just what thoughts occupied him so, but he could tell it was not the music, no, the faraway look spoke of a different focus. But Legolas had caused enough disruption tonight already, so he didn't ask, not now anyway, and returned his attention to the concert until it ended.

As the elves began to file out, it became clear there were more that noticed for Legolas caught some looks, disapproving in his direction mostly, but some were distrustful and disgusted tossed towards Celebrimbor. Legolas saw them, but he ignored them. After all, he did not seek anyone's approval, and he was no child, though his occasional lack of restraint could make many argue that point, if nothing else.

Still, the whisper made his pulse quicken, his eyes widen, but he smiled all the same. They would now all enjoy the revels, the food and more music and dance, and each other, though not quite like Celebrimbor's words implied. He squeezed the hand he held, gaze fixing on Celebrimbor's eyes, feeling bold enough to offer a tease, "Can you make it no farther in the search of seeking privacy?"