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the  smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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[theangelofdeath]

Goodnight has used his French on other people before, but usually to charm them for some reason or another. True, he likes to be charming to Billy as well, but he means the endearments with all his heart. And for his part, he does love that they can exchange tender words in other languages most people can't understand. He likes that they often seem to have a language all of their own, one they can communicate in through looks and little touches here and there. Right now, he feels inclined to speak to Billy in the most loving of French words... but he settles for a contented sigh instead. He's not sure he knows completely what nae sa-rang means, but he likes how it sounds on his friend's voice.

And anyway, when one of those teasing hands finally wraps around him, there's not much room for a lot of other thought. He gasps, more out of surprise than anything else, his hands clenching briefly around the lip of the tongue. His hips also bucked a little into that hand, some water splashing out of the tub in the process. "Billy," he somehow manages, right before those lips close over his own. He moans deep in his throat against those lips as he kisses him back, reaching one hand over to wrap around Billy's arm.

He chuckles a little at his friend's words and the way he kisses and bites him at the same time. "People might get a bit suspicious if we stayed that long and never left our room. But we have tonight and... I do believe I am clean enough for now." Because he suddenly needed to be out of that tub and much, much closer to Billy.

[deadlyhairpin]

"Let them be suspicious," he hums, not meaning it but needing to dismiss the threat all the same. "I'll take care of anyone who comes around." He kisses Goodnight again, opening his mouth with careful prods of his tongue. Enjoying the new freedom to indulge in this before, finally, pulling back and staring at his friend with blown, dark eyes. Clean enough? Yes. Yes he definitely was.

Billy gives Goodnight one last stroke from root to tip and then pulls his hand out of the water. Letting it run up his friend's body, right up to his chin where his thumb brushes over it, leading it in for one final peck. "Dry off." There is a towel that comes into play, dropped over Goodnight's head as Billy stands up and moves into the other room.

"Come in, when you're ready. And you can return the favor of being manservant."

[theangelofdeath]

"Oh, I know you will," he smiles, in regards to Billy taking care of people who came looking for trouble. It wouldn't have been the first time, and it probably wouldn't have been the last, either. Goodnight had done it before, too, when people had talked bad about the 'Chinaman.' Of course, those had usually been fistfights, and the very occasional time he pulled out his rifle. He wasn't keen on using it, but despite his demons... he would do it, for his friend. Meanwhile he enjoys that kiss, opening his mouth to Billy's to slip his tongue in as well, tasting and caressing.

Fortunately, the stroking wasn't enough to get him off just yet, but it was certainly a good warm-up. This entire bath had been. He felt pretty relaxed, and he reckoned that was what his friend had in mind. He smirks a little when the towel is on his head, before taking it off. Billy's words almost make a shiver run down his spine. "Yes, sir," he murmurs, before getting out and doing just as he was told.

Though there was no reason to feel as such, Goody couldn't help the wave of self-consciousness that washed over him once he stood there, dry and naked. The urge to wrap the towel around himself, or at least his waist, was there. But at least in this moment of his life, he vowed to prove himself not to be a coward. He walks into the other room, naked as the day he was born, to join his friend. There is only a little hesitance in his movements as he goes to stand in front of Billy. Reaching out, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down and off his shoulders after. Next is his trousers, a look of concentration on his face. He might still be a bit nervous, but Goodnight is sure that he wants this, wants Billy.

[deadlyhairpin]

Billy can't help but smile at his friend as he reaches his hands down and closes them over his wrists. "We have time," he reminds him briefly, leaning in for another kiss. It's easy to lead him, then. Toward the bed with Goodnight already completely naked and Billy with his shirt gone and pants half undone. "I don't want you to think about this. I just want you to enjoy it.

His legs hit the mattress and he shifts back to sit down, dragging Goodnight on top of him. It's easy from there to lay back, pulling his lover in for another kiss.

"I don't expect anything from you. Except you. I'll take anything you give me, Goody. So relax." Another kiss, hands roaming down his lean, scarred back. Loving each and every inch of it but loving the man it belonged to, more.

"I've got you."

[theangelofdeath]

"Thought I was gonna be your manservant this time," he half-grins a little, but honestly Billy's words already comfort him. But he kisses him back, going willingly to bed with him. He was afraid he might feel suffocated and not in control of the situation, but it's not like that at all. He finds that he's happy to follow his friend's lead, sprawling out on top of him like that.

And those hands on his back felt nice, too. He wasn't ashamed of the scars, not with a man he trusted so much. He smiled into the kiss, propped up a little on his elbows so that he hovered over Billy.

"I think you'll find I can give quite a lot, actually," he murmured in that drawl of his, moving his lips along the other man's jawline, under his ear and down his neck. He explored the other man's naked torso too, running a hand down his chest. There's no reason to feel that nervous here with him now, after all.

[deadlyhairpin]

Billy smiles into the kisses, not answering right away as he enjoyed the moment. The feeling of a warm body over his own is incredible. It's been ages since he's had it and, even when he had, it was never like this. No one had ever made him feel like Goodnight does; like his whole body is seconds away from bursting open in every direction. His fingers tangle in Goody's hair, tugging at it as he gives as good as he gets. But all too soon his body is craving more.

Goody had almost gotten his trousers open, so his own contribution to the activities is nothing more than undoing one last button and letting the fabric part. He's obviously hard, inside. Even with his pants not being closed, there is obvious tightness around the fly area which he pushes up, against his lover as encouragement and proof of his growing interest. "Give it to me, then," he growls with a small bite to Goodnight's lips.

One of his hands finds Goody's and twines their fingers together. The other lets Goody's hand explore his torso, body arching like a cat for each and every touch. His free hand digs in against his back, scratching lightly on the skin.

"C'mon, Goody. You know I can take it."