/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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[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?"