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Mid Fuck for Your Mid Week

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.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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[ ota with a f/f preference. ]

( she's a loyal, patient, long-suffering "girl you've got waiting for you" kinda dame, after all, the one you can take home to mother and will be by your side through thick and thin. also, she's from the 1940s. pretty much. )

[OOC: Kinks on profile.]

((Castmates preferred this time around.))

[ no underage. kinklist here. ]

( Voice testing, please be gentle. )

[kinks|etc. in journal.

*m/m with an exception made for Rin.]

( it's one thing not having touched someone in years. ignis just never found the time for it, nor the prolonged interest. it's another, however, to be touching prompto, and this time ignis doesn't think he has much of an excuse.

does he need an excuse? there's no way to misconstrue the fact that he's between prompto's legs, that his lips are touching his neck, his clavicle, down his chest and over his stomach. a gloved hand (should he take that off? the level of inexperience here is remarkable) settles on one of his comrade's thighs, and ignis tilts his head just enough to kiss there, too. )

I wish I could see you. ( a foolish, embarrassing thing to say, maybe, but ignis supposes prompto might not tease him for it all that much, considering three slick fingers are pumping into the blond's lithe, waiting body. )

You sound like you're having a good time.

( it's almost liberating to see noctis like this, skin flushed and muscles taut. even more beautiful to see how his charge's hips lift and drop in time with his hand. ignis praises him only a little, says small things like ) That's good, that's it. ( and he gives noctis' cock a squeeze, palm rubbing against the underside and thumb moving to toy with the head.

the pad of ignis' thumb is wet by the pre-come coming out of noctis' slit; he presses in and draws it out, lets his free hand stroke the prince's thigh before he dips his head to kiss it and scrape with his teeth.

noctis sounds good like this, breathless and wanting. ignis' patience means he's going to want to draw it out and make it count. )

( it's embarrassing is what it is. he tries to not be so... noisy. a hot mess. but then ignis digs his thumb into his slit of his head and involuntarily his hips jolt, the muscles of his thighs jumping in a seizing twitch accompanied with a bitten off grunt. he's a total mess, little sweaty, a lot out of breath and out of his depth. turns out, ignis is as... thorough here as everywhere else. he's gonna have noct making a real mess before anything happens at this rate.

that or getting caught for being too loud. it's a completely new experience having someone else's hand on his dick. someone's teeth scraping across his thigh and drawing out shivers. noct settles a hand loosely at the base of ignis' neck, fingers in the long ends of his hair, blunt nails curled against skin stubbornly -- uncertain of where to even start. )

Y-You're killing me, Iggy...

That's the point, almost.

( the hand on him is comforting, warm and real. ignis kisses up noctis' thigh, over to the flesh between it and his groin; he's confident enough in himself not to be embarrassed by it, that or noctis is suffering enough for them both.

not that it matters much to ignis, no. his lips mouth at noctis' balls, dragging up to the base of his shaft, and here he gives another smooch. ignis isn't sappy, necessarily, but he's fond enough for the kiss to be sweet, appreciative--a silent version of calling noctis good. )

Some people call the act of climax la petite mort. ( his breath is hot, spoken into sensitive flesh as ignis' grip tightens and starts to pump noctis terribly slow. ) The little death. Perhaps you can tell why.

( the only reason he's still talking is because it's nice to know that noctis can't. )

( educational. that's great. noctis isn't focusing on that at all, not while ignis has his mouth around and on his dick. he isn't even breathing, to be embarrassingly honest. he sucked in one breath as ignis had gotten close and then he'd bit into his bottom lip so hard he's surprised it isn't bloody. his legs spread wider, even as the muscles jump and tense, and his fingers curl desperately at the back of ignis' head.

he lets out a shuddering breath. takes a gulp of air, 'cause he doesn't back down from a challenge and he hasn't yet stopped trying to save face. his face feels just as red as stupid dick, the tip of his cock is red, throbbing so hard it hurts. )

Little death. ( he grits out, trying to keep still when ignis is being a tease. ) Ah-Alright. I'm... starting to see why.

( someone really could die with a lover like ignis to tease them to literal death. )

Edited 2017-01-20 10:45 (UTC)

Outstanding, Noct. ( is what he says, and the only reason he stops talking is because he's taken noctis' dick in his mouth.

it's just the head, really, though that must be new in and of itself. the hand that fists at noctis' shaft is only novel in whose hand it is, ignis imagines, but sucking is on another level entirely.

there's that bitter taste of pre-come on ignis' tongue when he presses the muscle into the tip, the salt of noctis' skin, the scent of sex around him. ignis' glasses are going to fog, but that tiny detail doesn't matter as much as lavishing the head of noctis' cock with licks does. as his fingers moves down they squeeze tighter, loosening when they slides up, and the only thing keeping ignis from shutting his eyes is watching noctis breathe and shake and fight.

always so stubborn, this one, but ignis is charmed all the same. with one hand occupied the other strokes over noctis' skin, nails leaving ghostly trails over trembling thighs, a quivering stomach, and hiking noctis' shirt up to his chest to rub experimentally over a nipple. )

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