Skeet skeet

[justformemes]

Inspired by the plurk meme: Your character is minding their own business (or maybe not), when another shoves them up against a wall. To kiss them, fuck them, or fight them. What happens next is up to you.

1. Tag with your character's name, fandom, and preferences in the subject
2. Tag out to others, don't be shy
3. Profit

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[idolpire]

"I'll get there," he said, a tongue in cheek answer to the insult, one he chose to take as a request. His hand moved to slide some of that lube up over Matt's shaft, then down around to the crack of his ass, teasing fingers over that warm ring of muscle.

Brows that Matt couldn't see lifted, and Spike licked his lips, pressing a finger in, testing. "Considering this road map of scars, you must have ruined quite a few sheets, mm? You make your doctors uncomfortable when you start coming while they stitch you up?"

[murdocksboy]

The remark is answered with another laugh, and Matt has already decided that whatever happens, he likes this guy just for his boldness and sense of humor. And the excellent use of a pair of really nice hands.

His knees open further, encouraging, and Matt exhales a puff of breath as he bears down a little against that intruding finger. Adequate prep is always important, but he's always a little impatient once he gets wound up. He's not interested in too careful.

"Got an old set I throw on the couch." Because silk sheets are expensive and the firm does not bring in enough for him to waste it by bleeding on everything he owns. "And I do my own stitching. Don't like hospitals."

[idolpire]

"Right, so what, you just stroke one out with each pass of the needle? Kinky bugger." He grins again as he presses that one finger in, feeling the way Matt's body is pushing back, like he wants it that badly. Spike obliges, adding a second finger and twisting them both, lubing them up while he slicks Matt open. "Can't say I blame you on hospitals. Butchers, the lot of them. 'Course, I come from a time when that was a more apt description."

Ah, the good old days of leeching.

[murdocksboy]

"It's not exactly like that." The grin is practically audible, though, and Matt isn't about to get prissy over semantics at a time like this. He grins back, mouth falling open in a long groan as the second finger breaches him. Not that it's a surprise at all, but the man definitely knows what he's doing.

"Nothing against doctors." He does want it that badly, and he rocks his hips a little more urgently, heartbeat speeding up in anticipation. "Just ask too many questions."

It takes a second for him to remember that there's no reason a lawyer should care about a paper trail. It's kind of a good thing his enemies have never considered this as a method of obtaining information, because apparently a couple fingers up his ass is all it takes to short-circuit his common sense.

[idolpire]

"That your very polite lawyer-like way of telling me to shut my yap?" He leaned down, tongue flicking out to lick over one of those prominent scars. "Or would you prefer I found something else to do with it?"

He liked to push. To make the person he was with squirm. If it was someone he cared for, someone who truly mattered, he wanted to be the most important thing in the room -- in the world. If it was a bit of fluff and fun, he just wanted to be in control. To be the reason someone else did or didn't get off.