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Memes that Aren't Convoluted ([personal profile] simplememes) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-10-13 11:41 am

Must be Thursday. Time for Mid-Fuck!

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

  1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
  2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
  3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
  4. Keep going and finish the act.
  5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
  6. Have fun!
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For Matt Murdock | takesabeating

[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-10-13 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter's really not sure how this happened. all. Way above his paygrade. Matt's pants are open and Peter's shirt has fucked off to god knows where, and holy shit, Matt can kiss. If Peter weren't so fucking distracted but what a good kisser Matt is, he'd probably be freaking out more about a) the fact that they're making out on Matt's colleague's wife's sister's cabin getaway couch and b) this is the first time he's kissed a dude and it's kind of awesome. Lucky, though, that Peter is distracted, one hand on Matt's neck, thumb hovering over his pulse point. He didn't realize stubble could make him shiver okay -

Maybe he should back up. That cabin invitation? Non-negotiable. Peter didn't realize how hard it was to talk a lawyer out of - well, anything. The guy insisted, and to be fair, Peter hadn't exactly helped in creating a good enough cover story to get them out of it. So yeah, they sort of have to go because they're going to know if they don't. The look on Foggy's face when they tell him Matt has to take the weekend off to go on a fake honeymoon is priceless, to say the least.

Neither of them can drive, so they end up shuttling with the guy - jesus, Peter should learn his name - and his lovely wife Sharla. He's not paying much attention to the small talk being made as he watches the city slowly disappear around them because, "Holy shit. Holy shit." Peter didn't know there were that many trees like...anywhere.

Which is sort of what started this. Left alone in this cabin together, where the quiet is starting to freak him out a little bit, Peter ended up in the living room with Matt, who was well within his rights to murder him. One thing (boredom) led to another (making out??) and honestly, Peter stopped following the progression of logic a long time ago.

At least the sound of Matt's heartbeat and the little groans Peter can't stop coming out of his own throat are enough to drown out the silence of the world around them?
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[personal profile] takesabeating 2016-10-13 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt has no idea how he ended up where he is right now. How he got to the cabin, yes: Peter's big mouth. How he ended up being fake married: also Peter's big mouth. Why there are already congratulations notes showing up at the office? Yep, Peter's big mouth.

Hell, though, it's probably Peter's big mouth that prompted the kissing too.

Matt will gladly cop to being pretty good at it. He likes kissing, likes any kind of skin to skin contact, to be honest. And he does have the advantage of more experience. But he's also a little bit of a cheater; it's easy to figure out exactly the right things to do when you can hear your partner's pulse, or smell the way their body chemistry changes. And it's nice to be able to tune out how wrong everything else sounds, and just focus on pulling more of those happy noises out of Peter.

He's well-muscled for someone on the lean side, which makes sense considering his 'hobby'. His hair is soft, and long enough for Matt to really sink his fingers in. Which he does, as he twists a little on the couch and pulls Peter into his lap.

There's going to be hell to pay with his conscience over this later.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-10-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, at least you're getting free wedding presents out of it? Lots of kitchen appliances, things neither of them would ever dream of buying. The banana slicer was where Peter ran for the hills.

Peter will admit that he doesn't have as much experience, but even if they weren't separated by - wait, he's not going to do the math on that, this is already a lot to take in - his general awkward state of being is enough that Matt would probably still outstrip him. It's not often though, in their line of existence (he'd say work, but really, it's a lifestyle), that you can share a moment of physical expression with someone you trust. And that's it, isn't it - he trusts Matt, with his life. So this - it feels good, and he's not going to bother feeling too guilty about it, at least, not on that front.

Peter's pulse is probably thundering, as he lets another groan loose, muffled against Matt's mouth. Matt's hand is in his hair and fuck, Peter melts for anyone touching his hair, like a damn puppy. His own hands move, one spread across Matt's neck, the other twisted in his shirt. If Peter isn't careful, he may very well rip it.

He's in Matt's lap now, and some dazed corner of his brain that isn't focused on kissing the living daylights out of Matt wonders if he should be making more of a concerted effort to getting their pants off. Matt's already halfway there, Peter's straddling his lap and he could just...