Smut Picture Prompts Meme: It's Actually Sunday According to World Clock Edition (I think)!

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the  smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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[bratpack]

[ Jaden's fingers digging into his thighs are almost enough to make Wyatt forget what he'd asked. Keeping his brain in gear here is a job of work. Then Jaden's on his cock again, and he lets out a long groan instead of answering. ]

Fuck, yes, squeeze it...

[ His eyes roll back in his head. Okay, no, lube. He needs lube, that's what he was after. He surges forward to pull open the drawer beside Jaden's bed. The whole unit rocks a little, and something drops off the top to bounce over the floor. He doesn't know what. He'll care later. After a decent amount of fumbling and some cursing, he pulls out the lube. Several condoms are caught in his hand too. He drops those on the bed and scrambles to open the lube. ]

What the hell is this - oh, I got it it.

[ The cap also disappears onto the floor, and Wyatt pours a generous amount into his hand. Reaching back, he grins at Jaden and wraps his slick hand around his cock. In theory, he's just spreading the lube around. In practice, he's stroking Jaden for all he's worth. He squeezes his hand around his shaft before pulling it up to the tip, which he makes a fist around. A shiver goes through him, while he grinds his ass back against it again. ]

Fuck, I want you so bad.

[poenitudo]

[There's the noise of too many things being flung around when Wyatt opens his bedside table drawer, but Jaden doesn't even care - he'll be OCD about his shit later, when he's not hard and aching for Wyatt, when there's not the smell of sex surrounding them and making it impossible to think about anything else.

He shivers when Wyatt grabs his cock with a lubed up hand, and arches into it, shoulders pushing down into the mattress.]

Fuck, fuck, let me - I wanna -

[He knows, in a corner of his mind, that Wyatt's not ready yet, that maybe he wants Jaden's fingers, but it's hard to think, to formulate a plan when all he wants is to bury his cock inside Wyatt, as deep as he could go, fuck up into him and stay there until he can't anymore, feel Wyatt squeeze his muscles around him.

He opens his eyes, forces his brain to slow down enough to form a sentence. It's probably the hardest thing he's ever had to do.]

D'you need my - my fingers? Your own?

[bratpack]

[ Jaden wants to. Those words solidify into something real and eager in Wyatt's mind. God, he could care less about the fucking lube. Or anything else. He wants Jaden inside him, and right now nothing else seems to matter. He just wants to give himself over to it.

He grinds back, all but fucking himself against Jaden's cock. That lube is sliding all over his ass, making him feel messy and slick, and all of that feels good right now. With slippery hands, he passes the tube to Jaden. ]

Yeah. Just...make it so you can...

[ Jaden's big. He knows he is. He's had that cock in his hand, and if it's going to be inside him then that lube needs to work miracles. Unless Wyatt can will it there with sheer fantasy. He's desperate for this.

Leaning down, he nips biting kisses along Jaden's neck, and his tongue licks at his skin, tasting salt and sweat and Jaden. ]

Fuck, I just want to feel you. You're driving me crazy, J.

[poenitudo]

[There's a part of Jaden that thinks that, maybe, all of this is due to the pheromones, to the smell in the air around them, someone else's arousal driving them crazy. But there's another part of him that knows - they've both been desperate for this, finding any excuse they could to touch, to be close, to steal moments with each other, even though they live together. He's known it, felt it - the undeniable need they've been feeling, the want that's been growing.

And now here they are, the tiniest of pushes sending them hurtling down and Jaden can't fucking complain, before he's just as needy as Wyatt sounds and his hands shake when he gets his fingers lubed up, skidding all over Wyatt's skin because he can't stop touching him. He grunts with how frustrated he feels already, with how much he needs and wants to be inside Wyatt, but he manages to hold himself together as he slides one finger inside him, slow and careful at first.

The slow and careful doesn't last - soon enough Jaden is fucking Wyatt with three fingers, panting hard as the back of his hand brushes against his cock with each flick of his wrist, driving him crazy.]

Fuck, Wyatt, shit -

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's breath hitches at the first finger. He presses back into it, and he's aware of his cock actually twitching in response. By the time Jaden manages to follow it with a second and then a third, Wyatt's cock is leaking pre, and he's physically holding himself back. ]

Fuck, that feels so good. Don't...stop, fuck, Jaden...

[ His words trail away and he bends his head down, dropping it to Jaden's shoulder. He kisses at his neck and throat, teeth nicking and tongue sucking at his skin. His hips rock back against Jaden's fingers, encouraging him deeper even while he feels tight and tense in anticipation. His cock will be even bigger. Wyatt's as nervous as he is excited, and he lets out a sound that can only be described as a whine. His fingers tighten convulsively against Jaden's shoulders, digging into the muscle, and he can't seem to focus his vision. ]

[poenitudo]

[ Jaden lets out a shaky breath as he curls his fingers inside Wyatt, his cock so hard it's leaking profusely, making him want to hump the mattress, Wyatt's leg, anything for some friction, for some relief. He licks and bites Wyatt right back, panting against his neck. ]

I want to - I need - Wyatt, fuck, I need to be inside you.

[ Seriously, he might be dying. ]

[bratpack]

[ Those words make a stream of pre leak from Wyatt's tip. He can feel it beading over, dripping onto Jaden's stomach, and he lets out a string of curses. He looks up, and cranes his head back to see how hard, and ready Jaden is. Wyatt's cock twitches painfully. He wants it. ]

I want it. Fuck, you look...

[ He turns back to Jaden's face, to his eyes, and he sucks in a painful breath. He can't think of the last time he wanted anyone this much. ]

Let me have you, fuck, please. Let me just...

[ He braces himself, tugging at Jaden's wrist to get his fingers out. When he's free and (painfully, horribly) empty, he eases back to grind his ass against Jaden's cock. Even at that feeling he moans, and his head tilts up. The deep flush in his cheeks has spread down over his neck and chest. He feels like he's on fire right now. He spreads his ass around Jaden's shaft, rubbing all the way along it, and he looks down at his friend with a lazy, crooked grin. ]

Now. Put it in me.

[poenitudo]

[ Jaden would never have thought that Wyatt was the kind to beg and plead during sex. Wyatt was his Alpha, a leading figure that Jaden often thought about submitting to. And yet there was something unsurprising about it all, about Wyatt's willingness to give Jaden this, like he knows exactly what he needs to do and say for Jaden to lose his shit.

He opens his mouth when Wyatt tells him to put it in him, blinking sweat out of his eyes. With great difficulty, he reaches to his bedside table, and pulls out a condom, raising an eyebrow at Wyatt.

It's such habit - even if they can't give each other diseases, he can't just skip it. But if Wyatt dismisses it, then Jaden will go for his hip with one hand, the other wrapped around the base of his own cock, and push up slow and steady and deep inside Wyatt. ]

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt, for a second, does not understand why they're pausing. He's ready, he wants it, he knows Jaden wants it too - oh.

Yeah, okay. Having been used, always, to not needing protection from disease, Wyatt has never used condoms for anything but contraception, and that's not a thing here. He hesitates only for a second, and then waves his hand. ]

I don't care. [ He says, breathless and flushed. ] Either way.

[ Which means he'll leave it up to Jaden. For his own part, he hooks one arm over Jaden's shoulders, giving himself better balance, and he slides his knees further apart. Pressing backwards, he grinds against Jaden's cock and leans in to nip kisses over his neck. ]