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there's a river running wild. ([personal profile] shootstars) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-16 12:04 pm

the picture prompt meme



the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
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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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-24 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He whines- actually whines- when Peter withdraws his fingers, the loss ringing through him like a bell. It’s shameful, really, the way he craves Peter’s every touch, his attention like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, the way he chases after it with desperation and no regard for how he’s acting.

But right now, Alec doesn’t know shame. He doesn’t care, so long as Peter keeps touching him, keeps feeding that need, spinning wildly through their link.

Peter tells him to relax again, and he tries his level best, sucks in a deep, shuddering breath as Peter slowly enters him. He whines again, though for an entirely different reason now, hands fisting into the sheets in a white-knuckled grip until Peter presses up against him, buried deep.

Their lips meet again, and Alec practically melts into the kiss, untangling one hand from the bedding to tangle in Peter’s hair, combing through his locks, drifting down to barely brush that ring of color around Peter’s throat. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-24 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It’s fierce, the way they kiss. Insistent and near bruising, fueled by an animal need, and he props himself up on an elbow, his hand curling possessively over the hinge of Alec’s jaw.

Peter had gone still once he bottomed out, giving Alec a moment to adjust to the stretch, letting Peter enjoy the feel of Alec, tight and hot around his cock. Alec’s fingers coast along the band on Peter’s throat, and Peter inhales sharply, mouth falling open and eyes screwing shut as those first few warning sparks burst in his chest. ]


Stop. [ It falls out on a laugh, breathless and warm, and he bites at Alec’s lower lip, like a warning. ] Not— not gonna last if you keep doing that.

[ He pushes himself up fully after that, his palm braced against the mattress beside Alec’s head, and he drinks in the sight of Alec beneath him, flushed and wanting, eyes dark and hair a complete mess. It’s a good look for him, Peter decides, and he smiles warmly before he ducks down again, burying his face against Alec’s neck, biting and mouthing at the tendon.

He moves, soon enough, rocking his hips slowly, pulling out almost entirely before carefully pressing himself back in, but eventually his own need spurs him faster, and they fall into a rhythm. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-24 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels it, the little pulses of heat that seep through their link when his fingers brush Peter’s mark, and for a second, everything in him coils tight. Okay, bad plan, but almost worth is for the way Peter breathes out a laugh, teeth catching Alec’s lower lip in admonishment. ]

It looks good on you.

[ He sounds a little distant as he says it, blissed out on molten heat and desire, and his fingers trace the line of the band around Peter’s neck, close to it but not touching. After going so long with their marks hidden, he’s struck by the realization that he likes seeing them, likes the visual reminder of how they’re tied together. Perhaps later, he won’t be so fond of the idea, but right now, with Peter over him and in him, looking down at him with that look his face, he’s strangely okay with it.

(He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Peter smile quite like that before. It makes something in his chest constrict, and the little breath he sucks in doesn’t have much to do with the way Peter mouths at his neck.)

Alec doesn’t even have it in him to even tell Peter to move, but Peter gets on with it soon enough, though the pace is torturously slow at first. He groans and gasps all the same as Peter pulls out, presses back in again, sending ripples of heat through his whole frame. ]


Please.

[ Barely a whisper this time, his voice taught with need, just as Peter begins to pick up the pace. They move together, slipping into a rhythm with ease, which is perhaps not so surprising considering the way they’re joined, bodies and sensations and feelings singing in concert one another.

Alec’s little whines and whispers become full on moans, cries, and breathed-out curses. He tangles his fingers in Peter’s hair, tries to tug him down, to crash their mouths together again. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-24 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lets Alec tug him down again, but Peter tempers the fierceness of the kiss a little, keeps their teeth from clacking together painfully. It’s still messy, though, still frantic, teeth catching on lips with little teasing bites. He licks into the wet heat of Alec’s mouth, and he holds himself up on an elbow, rocking in and out of Alec as that golden sort of heat pools low in his stomach, grows and grows until it threatens to boil over. ]

Fuck, [ On a heated whisper, as Alec’s whimpers turn into swears and shouts. ] Fuck, Alec, you sound so good like this—

[ His head swims a little, thanks to the alcohol still in his system, thanks to the sensations assaulting the two of them through their link, warmth and need and pleasure and a feeling of completion that fills him up, creeps into parts of him he didn’t even realize were empty. It’s intoxicating, the way he suddenly feels whole, and it only happens when he and Alec let a few of those barriers down. Alec’s defenses had long been abandoned, but Peter’s kept his in place.

Just to keep his wits about him, he says. Just so he can keep in control while he lets Alec fall apart, because one of them ought to keep their focus.

But mostly, he’s afraid of where the two of them might end up if they both surrender so completely to this. Like taking the first hit of some drug and thinking, This is going to be a problem.

He makes a strained noise against Alec’s lips, feeling that heat flare in him, punching up his spine, and he picks up the rhythm a little, chasing after his release. He reaches down with his free hand, fingers wrapping around the length of Alec’s cock all but trapped between them, and he strokes Alec in time with his thrusts. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alec has always been a fiercely independent person, ever since he was younger. He preferred to be on his own, work on his own, keeping the world at an arm’s length through a persona that’s been so carefully crafted there are times when he even forgets it’s a mask. It was a matter of personal pride that he’d gone so long without a match. It meant never having to depend on someone, never having to let somebody else in.

Never having to face the fact that he might be half of a person without them.

But reality came down hard and fast, slapping shackles on he and Peter with no regard for their preferences. Just the universe doing what the universe wanted, and tying two sorry, broken bastards together just because it could.

Maybe in another reality, one were some quirk, the will of some nebulous powers that be, didn’t have the power or the desire to tell them they were meant for each other, he and Peter would have ended up fucking. Maybe they would have even become friends first, aggravating one another but never truly hateful. It stands to reason that they would have fallen into bed together.

But it wouldn’t have felt like this.

Alec doesn’t have the mind to admit that maybe he has been half a person all along, he doesn’t have the mind for much right now, but he revels in the way he feels whole and warm and so, so good. He’s been on the edge for a while now, broken open and undone by their mutual desire, by the flames that erupt whenever Peter’s hand ghosts over that band on his arm, and Peter keeps edging him closer and closer to falling with every thrust of his hips. Heat and wholeness seep from every cell, filling him until he feels he might burst with it. ]


Fuck. God, Peter— Peter—

[ His hand still grips Peter’s hair, probably too tightly to be comfortable, but he can’t gather his thoughts enough to let go. Peter’s hand closes around his cock, and that first stroke drives the air out of him in a groan. His mind actually blanks for a second as the fire in his veins goes white hot, his pulse roaring in his ears like thunder.

It’s too good, it’s too much, and he’s been far too close for so long now. He sucks in air in a sudden, sharp gasp, only for it to spill out again in a string of nonsense— ]


Oh God, oh God— Peter, fuck— I can’t, I— So good, so good, I can’t. Peter— I’m gonna—

[ Come, and he does. That heat spikes, spills over, and Alec’s whole body convulses with it. Peter’s name flies past his lips on a strangled cry as he comes, spilling over his stomach, over Peter’s hand. He’s dizzy with it, caught in the spiral of pleasure and desire still coursing through them, and all he can do is hold on. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gasps when Alec’s fingers tighten around the hair at the nape of his neck, makes a pained little noise that goes lost Alec’s tongue, but it sends a jolt of electricity straight down his spine, makes his rhythm stutter for a half-second before he finds it again.

Peter breaks off their kiss again, mouthing at the sensitive skin just beneath the hinge of Alec’s jaw. Alec’s breath is hot against his ear as he speaks, as his voice suddenly turns frantic, as he babbles out fragments of words and phrases, and Peter only has mind enough to offer an encouraging groan that hums against Alec’s neck. His skin feels two sizes too small, every inch of him far too sensitive, lighting up with every brush of contact.

Alec clenches around him, and Peter hisses out a few broken curses of his own, and he feels it when Alec comes. It slams into him like a Mack truck, a force that nearly cracks through the mental barriers Peter still has standing. Peter loses the rhythm after that, gasping against Alec’s neck, thrusting into him until, only seconds later, his own orgasm crashes over him. He spills, Alec’s name on his tongue, riding out the waves.

And when it’s over, Peter practically collapses against Alec, panting. He buries his face against his neck again, hazy and content. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alec hasn't even come up from his own orgasm when Peter's bowls him over. His whole body goes tense, shaking as Peter's pleasure courses through him, something like a sob escaping him. It's too much, way too much, but he doesn't want it to stop. If this tore him apart, literally rent him asunder, he wouldn't even care.

At least the tide subsides, and Alec is left sprawled on the mattress, boneless and breathing hard. His hand still rests at the nape of Peter's neck, unmoving, as the world slowly reasserts itself through the haze. He's exhausted, but he doesn't recall having ever been so warm and content in his life.

Absently, perhaps without him even realizing it, he combs his fingers through Peter's hair. Quiet small strokes of his fingers. It seems to be all the movement he's capable of for now. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a soft, pleased hum as Alec cards through his hair, gives himself a few seconds for his brain to restart itself, for his limbs to regain some semblance of strength – because as it is, nearly every part of him trembles with exhaustion.

At length, he manages a soft chuckle. And with some higher consciousness returning, a quiet, ]


Holy shit, man.

[ At last he shifts, rallying himself and shoving himself up. He shoulders the unenviable task of cleaning the two of them up, wetting a towel with warm water, cleaning the two of them – he's a little more careful with Alec, though for himself, it's quick and clinical.

After that, he settles onto the bed again – this time slotting against Alec's side, rather than sprawling on top of him. He throws an arm possessively across Alec's waist, noses at the line of his jaw. Usually the two of them aren't this— affectionate. Aren't this cuddly, but there's something warm rolling through Peter's chest, makes him crave this kind of closeness. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He only manages a murmur of agreement with Peter's sentiment. He misses Peter's presence at his side greatly when he finally extracts himself, and Alec watches him with half-lidded eyes, a small, warm smile on his face as he cleans them both up.

He's usually not one for sticking around and cuddling, but he just... needs the closeness right now. Peter curls next top him again, and Alec shifts closer with a contented sigh. ]


I hope you know I'm not moving.

[ Ah, he does remember how words work after all. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow. [ He tilts his head up a little to peer at Alec. ] You can still talk?

[ He props himself up again, though this time, it's to tug on the blanket trapped beneath them. ]

At least move enough so I can cover us. 'Cause I will 100% roll you right off the bed if you don't.
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He grumbles a bit, but manages to summon the will to shift around so that Peter can tug the blanket up over them. This is nice, he thinks a little distantly, warm and content, with Peter curled close to him.

He spent so long, decades, convinced he didn't need another person in his life, didn't need to waste the energy caring about anyone other than himself, but here, now, he realizes just what he's been missing.

It's a dangerous line of thought, but hazy as he is, it's hard to think of it like that. He dips his head a little, pressing a kiss to Peter's forehead. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter settles back in at Alec's side, nose pressed against the soft skin beneath his jaw, his arm thrown across Alec's waist.

He huffs out a quiet breath when he feels Alec's lips press against his brow, and he lifts his head again, the corner of his mouth curling a little. ]


What was that for?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a halfhearted little shrug, the little smile on his face echoing Peter's. ]

Cause I could.