byok ([personal profile] byok) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-17 08:51 am

Never to touch and never to keep

the non-sexual touch turned romantic or erotic meme

It's said that a picture is worth a thousand words. A touch, one between people who have more than just something together whether they know it or not, can be worth a million. This meme is to celebrate those intimate touches...with a twist. Almost no touch here is sexual, at least overtly, yet with the right chemistry, things can heat up romantically or erotically. This might not even be caused by the sensation caused by the touch itself - or perhaps it is - but rather the sentiment behind the gesture.

Not a smut player? That's fine. There is a tuned-up emotional aspect to all this as well, as has been mentioned. Be sure to include that you'd prefer things to stay a little less steamy the more hands-on things become.

With all that said, let's put that thousand words to rest. Instead, reach out and touch someone.

  • Comment with your character and preferences. Remember to say if you don't want smut.
  • Reply to others.
  • Use RNG. Don't use RNG. It's you're choice.

  1. Chest
  2. Inner arm
  3. Upper arm
  4. Small of the back
  5. Forehead
  6. Face
  7. Ears
  8. Lips
  9. Neck
  10. Nape of the neck
  11. Stomach
  12. Hips
  13. Soft kisses on parts of the body
  14. Upper leg
  15. Lower leg
  16. Ankles
  17. Feet
  18. Touching old scars
  19. Hand kiss
  20. Wiping away tears
  21. Cleaning - whether bathing or with wash rags or towels
  22. Tending to injuries
  23. Massage
  24. Hand holding
  25. Encouragement or cheer up touch
  26. Desire to be close
  27. Embrace
  28. Bodies barely touching
  29. Pressed close in bed or on the couch while cuddling
  30. Flirtatious or trying to be sexual
  31. Keeping them from going away
  32. Before separation
  33. After a long while
  34. Comfort while sick or upset
  35. Teasing or edging close to naughty territory
  36. Accidental touch
  37. Playing them like a harp because you know they want to be touched
  38. Indirect intimacy. No touching the obvious spots!
  39. You can't hold out, you've got to indulge and touch everywhere
  40. Hand kink; you can't get enough of the way their hands feel

orcsurfing: (bow love)

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-04-24 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A heavy weight seemed to lift from his shoulders and chest with the answer he hoped to hear. So easily and so quickly, but most of all: so unexpectedly. But all words were lost within a second when those tan fingers threaded through his hair with a gentleness that belied the strength in them. It was a bold gesture, perhaps Fernis did not even realise just how bold. A touch more intimate than any other could ever be, at least in their culture, and Legolas chased after it, leaning his head into the palm of Fenris's hand like a large cat demanding affection. His eyes closed, his lips brushed a line of lyrium on Fenris's wrist—

Those fascinating tattoos that drew the eye, that Legolas could not help but find beautiful at first, but knowing the truth of them, he no longer knew how to feel about them. Or if this was something he should, or should not do. He shot Fenris a look, watching for any signs of unhappiness or discomfort, even as he allowed his warm breath to ghost along his skin.

"Is there anything else that you fear to assume about?" Legolas had an inkling of a suspicion, but maybe it should be him, this time, who should be fearful of assuming too much. "Tonight, as the skies are clear of clouds, perhaps all else should be made clear of doubts as well."
angsty_porcupine: credit: (This is my sad face)

[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-04-24 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenris is delighted when Legolas reacts to his touch in such a positive way, smiling and humming softly to himself. The boldness of his action does indeed go over the warrior's head, it's certainly an intimate gesture where he is from as well, but not the same extent.

He can't help but shiver slightly as those lips brush his skin. His brands were sensitive, even still painful at times (at least psychologically), but they were useful. Besides being a good source of light they allowed him to pass through things temporarily and ignore certain attacks when they were active. While dormant they were just decorative.

Legolas' last words make him speechless. His heart pounds so loudly he fears the other will hear, but he can no doubt see the flush of red on his cheeks. "Just one more thing," he says as he moves just a bit closer. A thumb brushing over Legolas' cheek bone.

"You've been.. impossibly kind to me. And I feel we've grown close. But..." He takes a breath and looks down, not having the courage to look into those dazzling eyes as he continues. "... I would be lying if I did not confess I find you incredibly attractive. But-" He finally looks back up, despite his fear of seeing an unhappy elf. "-if you don't feel the same it won't change anything."

If nothing else, Legolas has become a dear friend to him. He feels incredibly selfish wanting more when he's giving him so much already. These have been the calmest and happiest months he's had in his life. Hopefully his confession will not change that.
Edited 2017-04-27 16:58 (UTC)
orcsurfing: (tourist in lorien)

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-04-28 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Would he be allowing this touch had that feeling not been mutual? Would he be reciprocating it in his own way? The answer was no, to both of those, but Fenris could not have known that. There was a lot to their ways, and just their ways, that took a long time to learn and understand. Some of those things were simply not spoken about openly. This was one of those things. A private matter that no others needed to know about at all, or, a lot of the times, wanted to know about.

Intimacy between lovers was precious, almost a sacred thing, to be cherished and to be kept private, personal, something that only belonged to the couple in question.

He could ask now if that was all, if this attraction was the only thing to what Fenris felt, but Legolas was neither stupid nor blind or cruel. Unlike Fenris, he did not look away for a second and every shift in expression, every little gesture, was something he took note of and tried to understand. It was not just that, he thought. Or perhaps it was a hope in him that slipped him this thought to overshadow all others.

"You have asked no question that I could answer," he chided with a playful smile, warm as to not spook or give the wrong impression, "But I will answer one, all the same."

Only it was not with word, but with gesture: he leaned in, placing a sweet, lingering kiss on Fenris's lips. Nothing more but a chaste brush of sensitive skin on sensitive skin, but with true feeling behind it.
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[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-04-29 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It is true that the learning curve on the new culture was high and Fenris had nearly gotten in over his head more than a few times. Luckily Legolas has always been around to intervene or stop him and his fellows had been at the very least understanding of his situation. There's no doubt that the extremely visible sign of his former life of slavery forgave more than words could.

Just on observation alone it was impossible to tell if any of the elves were in relationships with one another, a complete opposite to how humans displayed such things so openly and publicly. He and Legolas have grown close, but it was hard to tell if the prince had feelings for him beyond friendship. Until this moment anyway.

Fenris laughs in spite of himself at Legolas' teasing. It was true, he'd actually forgotten to form a question out of his confession due to his nerves. Looking down, he only vaguely saw his fellow elf move before their lips met. His green eyes widen in surprise, shooting up to look into Legolas'.

He grabs the front of Legolas' tunic with both hands, pulling him just a bit closer and not letting him step back. Pressing a firmer -but still gentle- kiss back against those soft lips, he whispers against them. "I do not deserve you, Amatus. My beloved."
orcsurfing: (tourist in lorien)

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-04-29 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
That near desperation in Fenris's reaction wasn't so unexpected at all. Nervous as he was, unsure as he had to be in that boldness of his confession, he couldn't have known— Legolas surely did not make it easy to know, either. At least, not up until this very moment. All cards were on the table, and there was nothing more clear and blatant than this. A kiss. Though he did gasp a little at being pulled forth so suddenly and sharply.

At first, he chuckled, but that murmur had him opening his eyes and leaning only a breath away from the kiss. The look he gave Fenris was chiding, but gently so. A warm look that disapproved of Fenris putting himself down for any reason, much less because of him.

"I will hear none of that, Fenris," and he did not mean the term of endearment at all, "Allow me to decide who is worthy of me and who is not."

And he smiled again, before leaning in for another kiss. Slow and sweet, but this time a little less chaste, with how his lips caught Fenris's lower lip in a brief suckle.

"I think you are."
angsty_porcupine: credit: ? (Smirk)

[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-04-29 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenris licks his lips when Legolas pulls away, lightening his grip on the tunic but not letting go. He wonders for a short second if he'd been too forward, but the look on the elf's face puts him at ease.

It was all too easy to feel like he did not belong here. In a place so beautiful and oddly welcoming. To have someone as untouchable as Legolas seemed to take him in without much question. He hoped painfully that this all wasn't some dream he'd wake from.

Fenris shivers slightly at the suckling. One of his hands traveling up to play with one of Legolas' small braids. "Then I am yours."

It is almost surprisingly easy to say. And it is impossible to keep the smile off of his face. He goes in for more, moving his lips against Legolas'. With so many emotions suddenly unleashed it's impossible for him to keep his lips to himself.
orcsurfing: (even if they might scare gimli)

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-05-01 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That was better, a lot better. Joyful kisses with but a hint of desperation, rather than desperate and thankful in a way that would have made Legolas uneasy in the long run. He returned them gladly, touching a cheek, letting his hand slip further back and trace fingertips along the elongated ear, only to settle at the back of the neck, just over the hairline. And there his fingers lingered, playing with the short hair there.

Moments later, moments filled with sensuous caresses of lips on lips, growing bolder by the second, Legolas murmured again, but this time a little more seriously. If he were to give himself to this in full, he had to know one more thing. "Should another come along, more beautiful but no less kind, will you desire them as you do me now?"

Maybe he should have asked this first, above all else, but his heart did as it was wont to. It guided him to act first, before thinking things through completely. If there was an elf to ruin the reputation of the elves, Legolas was it, in many ways. Though in just as many he was one to uphold it, or create from scratch.
angsty_porcupine: credit: ? (Dark mysterious elf)

[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-05-05 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Fenris' eyes flutter closed as Legloas' fingers trace the shell of his ear, a loud moan rumbling from his chest. It was completely involuntary and has the tattooed elf blushing red in embarrassment. Though, Legolas now knows how easy it is to get a reaction out of him by playing with them.

It was far too easy to get lost in those kisses, especially when they involved tongues and teeth. Maker, Legolas' taste was intoxicating. When Legolas speaks again he almost doesn't hear him, still in a daze over everything.

"I..." He swallows, looking suddenly worried bot no less sincere. "I do not give myself to others so freely... in fact I never have." Fenris makes sure to look straight into Legolas' eyes and does not waiver in his gaze or speech. "You have my heart. I would never leave you for another."
orcsurfing: (totally a virgin)

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-05-05 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
And just like that, all the clouds of doubts and concerns dissipated. That was something Legolas understood easily. And more than that, he had no reason not to believe or distrust Fenris in this. So he rested their foreheads together, smiling broad and tipped forward just so that their noses brushed together. He was in no hurry whatsoever, even with the heat rolling through his veins at that sound Fenris had made moments earlier. Affection and care were always worth expressing, after all. Whether it was in gesture or word.

"As you have mine," his heart, freely offered with no fear at all. "I promise you, I will care for it and never let harm come to it."

Starting at the ear, his fingers slid a little farther back, slipping into those silvery white locks.
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[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-05-06 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Fenris cannot help but grin as Legolas pressed their foreheads together, and let out a breath he did not know he had been holding. His cheeks were still tinged pink from the noise he'd made earlier. This soft -almost chaste- show of affection makes him so happy it's almost strange. But then again he'd never proclaimed his love for someone either.

"I welcome the same responsibility." His face almost hurts from how much he's smiling. The hands on Legolas' chest move to his back as he presses himself against his prince. "So now you really are my prince."

Fenris moans again, much softer this time, gasping when those lovely fingers move into his hair. He can't hold back from kissing anymore and places a very soft one to Legolas' lips. "So.. how long has it been that you have been wanting me?" A question followed by a teasing smirk.
orcsurfing: (you look terrible :>)

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-05-06 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
As if Legolas would answer that! Well, he would, but perhaps not exactly right away, not without making Fenris work for his answer. Instead he returns that smirk, chasing after those lips and that quick, soft peck. His response comes in a murmur against Fenris's lips. "Next you will ask me if I had thought of touching you in the privacy of my room," he murmured with a soft hum. "Then pry deeper into these exact thoughts?"

Teasing for teasing, and being in no hurry at all, Legolas allowed his other arm to wind loosely around Fenris's shoulder, while the hand in his hair played with the soft strands. He could, now, and it brought him no small amount of joy and pleasure. It all brought them closer, chest to chest, hip to hip.

"What if I will share only should it be a fair exchange?"

A secret for a secret!
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[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-05-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"My my, I did not know you could read minds my sweet Legolas. So many surprises today." He nips softly at the elf's lips, letting his hands smooth down that strong back and stop just above the curve of his ass. Of course he was thinking of such things, especially with how they have pressed themselves against each other.

Fenris may never understand the significance of their culture's hair-touching, but now he's grateful he's never touched anyone else's on accident. Not that he'd want to, only Legolas' hair held any temptation for him.

"An exchange? Well then I'll go first." Fenris darts past Legolas' lips to whisper in his ear, low and rumbling. "Since my second week here I've wondered how it would feel to be under you."
orcsurfing: (old as balls)

I return!!

[personal profile] orcsurfing 2017-05-20 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Had he truly been able to read minds, then seeing such thoughts lurk in Fenris's head would have likely flustered him immensely, every time. Especially out there, among the others. Here and now, it was not so scandalising anymore, not when they knew where they stood with each other. So while his pale skin did colour with a flush to a becoming shade of pink, he did not give an inch of space. There was no panic, no embarrassment, just acceptance.

Legolas huffed a laugh, turning his head too, so his lips moved against Fenris's ear in return when he spoke.

"And for so long you had to hold back?" A low, sweet murmur, before he continued on with his side of the exchange, "It had come in stages to me, in turn, first how would it feel to run my hands through your hair, to trace the edge of your ear, to follow each and every line of these lyrium tattoos... gradually such thoughts overcame me with a growing intensity."

Vague and not particularly explicit, leaving a lot up to the imagination, but even in this, he had to tease.
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[personal profile] angsty_porcupine 2017-05-21 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
The rosy shade of pink that Legolas turns sends sparks through his chest. He's never got to witness such a thing before, especially from someone so ethereal as the elf wrapped around him. There's a definite sense of pride that Legolas would show such emotion in front of him.

He holds Legolas just a little tighter, shivering again as those soft lips and warm breath brush against his ear. For as lewd as his confession was, even just soft touches like this were things he'd day-dreamed.

"It's been torturous, let me assure you." Fenris listens closely to Legolas, a flush slowly coming over him as well. Though he can't help his soft snort when Legolas mentions his markings. He can't help but tease him. "Are you sure? They're everywhere."

Fenris turns his head to press a soft kiss to Legolas' cheek as one hand moves back up to his hair. It's amazing how soft it is. "Tell me this isn't a dream."