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( picture prompt meme )

the picture prompt meme

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II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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As a person who suffered from being tickled he did not inflict the torture on others. He was noble like that. Dean was much more interested in making out.

They were going to forget about dinner at this rate. Dean lightly ran his nails over his scalp, then pulled on his hair to see how Merle would react. Sometimes it could be awkward in a new relationship figuring out what the other person liked but Dean liked it. There could be a lot of fun in discovering what a lover liked and enjoyed.

He kissed him slow and steady, licking into his mouth then pulling back to catch his breath. He lost all sense of time and simply enjoyed being under his weight and kissed over and over and over again.

With a small haa under his breath, Merlin let Dean pull his head back. Not that the strength was enough to dislocate him but there was something to be said about being responsive. Besides, he liked the way it felt. (Liked it a lot if the darkening of his eyes was any indication.) He let his gaze rest on Dean for a moment, a hint of a grin spreading over his lips as he worried the bottom one between his teeth.

"So, hypothetically speaking, how hungry are you?" he asked as he shifted, now exploring the possibilities that Dean's up-rolled shirt presented, smearing that grin on those abs in heated open mouthed kisses.

If Dean was eager to get food sooner rather than later, Merlin would rather know about it before giving himself a permission to see how far this would go. Dean felt so good against him - lean and warm, hard muscle under smooth skin - the intensity of his regret would just multiply as time went on if they'd go on like this and he'd have to stop later to scavenge food from his kitchen.

The kisses were a little less ticklish than his fingers but Dean still squirmed underneath him. There were other reasons for the squirming. He could just imagined those lips going lower and lower. Yeah, he had forgotten that there was talking of dinner before they started this. Dean licked his lips.

"Dinner could wait," he said, reaching down to run his hands over Merle's shoulders and arms. "We might need to work up an appetite first. You know, get some exercise."

They should probably talk about how far they wanted to go. This was the first time they had really gotten physical with each other. Dean was happy to go straight to bed and screw around for the next hour or so. He could cook after when they were satisfied. Maybe they'd cap it off with some dessert too. He was absolutely thinking about fooling around again after dinner.

Earth to Dean. Still going strong with the first fooling around. Merlin's teeth are here to remind him, toying with the button on Dean's jeans, picking it between his teeth and pulling while he listens to Dean talk.

"Mmn."

It's not really an answer, but Merlin's mouth is busy pressing gently against the fly of Dean's jeans, so he's unable to give much more. At least not until he suddenly pulls back completely and stands up, offering his hand down to Dean.

"C'mon," he says and hopefully upon Dean taking his hands, he'll pull the other mage up from the sofa and then towards his bedroom.

It was a little shocking when Merle pulled away. His teeth working his fly had his whole attention and then he was gone. Dean whined just a little until he focused on what Merle was offering him.

"Yeah, okay, great idea." He grabbed Merle's hands, pulled himself up, and followed after him. He remembered the route to his bedroom very well. As eager as he was Dean pressed close to him which made it a little tricky to walk but he wanted his hands on Merle.

Close to the bedroom door he pushed Merle up against the wall and kissed him hungrily. All this polite chasteness was great, it was, but Dean was turned on. He shoved his hands under Merle's shirt and pushed it up until it was off. Now he could run his hands over bare chest and lips too.

Sofa wasn't exactly the best for what Merlin had in his mind. Relocating would take only a few seconds. In the future when they knew each other a little better, Merlin would just pick up Dean and carry him. He couldn't quite lift up cars like his daddy, but he could pick up one skinny magician easy enough. He didn't want to alarm Dean, though. And definitely didn't want to spend any time discussing his unusual strength.

They didn't quite make it to the bedroom, though. A wall behind his back and an eager magician pressing him against it didn't make shirt removal easy but Merlin managed somehow, pulling the offending garment over his head and punching it in his hands as he brought them back to the small of Dean's back. It still lingered between them as Merlin reached down to grab Dean's ass with both hands, pulling him flush against himself.

The kiss turned a little breathless with nothing between them but layers of denim, shifting between heated flesh. Merlin rocked his hips against Dean's, while holding him still, groin against groin, a groan rising out of Merlin's throat.

Oh, fuck it. In a rush, Merlin picked Dean up from the ground, helping him wrap those thighs around his hips before he hurried them through the doorway and into the bedroom, onto the bed, a knee dipping the mattress before Merlin pressed Dean onto it, rocking against him again. His hair was sweeping down from behind his ear and tickling Dean's cheek while Merlin tilted his head to the kiss, deepening it while his hands were busy yanking up Dean's shirt.

"Holy shit!" Dean was surprised but pleasantly so. He didn't expect Merle to be so strong. He was taller than Dean but he wasn't that much bulkier. Merle just didn't seem like the kind of guy who could pick him up. Apparently he was wrong and totally happy about that. It was really hot. Really hot that Merle could do this. Dean could imagine a million uses for that sort of strength. "You're just full of surprises."

Dean ran his hands down Merle's arms holding him up with obvious appreciation in his eyes. Then they're on the bed and Merle was over him, weighing him down and it was even better. It took him only a moment to match his rocking, hips rolling in rhythm with his so there wasn't a second they were apart. Until Merle started to pull at his clothes.

"I've got it, I've got it," he said with a laugh, happy there was so much desire between them. Sometimes Dean could feel like he wanted more than his partner. Now he felt like they were equal, that they were both invested. He sat up just enough to pull his shirt over his head.

Dean was heavily tattooed. His left arm was a full sleeve of artwork, his chest and shoulders marked, and a large tiger on his right forearm. Anyone with a magical gift would feel the magic in some of the tattoos. He'd explain them all later for Merle's curiosity. He tossed the shirt on the floor then wrapped his arms around Merle again and kissed him deeply.

The tattoos drew Merlin's gaze immediately and he was already tracing them with his fingers when Dean was pulling off his shirt. "I'm not the only one with surprises," he said with a grin and mouthed his way up along that arm that was patterned with magic. He would have to take his time studying the tattoos, later.

Now he was otherwise occupied by that smart mouth and the kiss that was taking his breath away.

Dean didn't have to worry about interest, Merlin had it. He didn't often bed men to be honest. But he had never seen a reason to limit himself to just one sex. And if the attraction was there, it was pointless to resist.

The attraction definitely was there right now. His body felt heavy and hot, his breath heated as he broke the kiss and shifted downward along Dean's body, defining muscles with his lips, occasionally crazing a bit of flesh with his teeth. Merlin slipped a hand between them and popped open the fly on Dean's jeans, palming him for a brief moment through the soft cotton of his underwear.

But then he sat up between Dean's thighs, pushed his hair behind his ears and after hooked his fingers under denim and cotton, pulling them down while eyeing Dean with a distracted little grin spreading over his mouth.

"Uh... How is that fair at all? You look like a wet dream of mine." True enough. Merlin had been imagining how this would play out, how it would feel to finally have Dean in his bed.

He laughed a little. His tattoos were not a big secret. They peeked out from his sleeves and shirt colors all the time. There was no way Merle missed seeing them before now. Still, he preened to show them off, always enjoying that sort of attention.

As best he could while lying down Dean helped with getting his pants off and then he lay there naked and shameless about it. He knew he looked good and stretched on the bed to show himself off as best he knew how. He kept fit with yoga and wandering New York. Merle could look all he wanted.

"Wow, already dreaming about me huh?" Dean grinned and crooked a finger at him. "Come here and find out how real I am. This isn't a dream."

It was really nice to be admired and looked at with such blatant lust but Dean wanted more action. He wanted physical affection, physical lust. He wanted Merle's skin against his, warmth to warmth, and feeling each other as much as possible for as long as possible. Having him looking wasn't going to satisfy that.

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