Put on Stairway to Heaven and go to town

[inborn]

SLOPPY MAKE-OUTS MEME!

It doesn't matter why, but you're either in the middle of making out with someone or you're about it. Pretty hot and heavy, too. Who knows how you got there -- that's mostly up to you. All you know is that you're not going to feel satisfied until you're flushed and barely breathing. LOCATIONS: 01. roof: maybe you were given a note, or were dragged up by the person you're currently macking on. either way, you're definitely on the rooftop of some building, away from prying eyes. 02. school/office: you might be at the office, or maybe you just finished your last class for the day; regardless of where you might be, it sure isn't a good place to be making out with someone-- oops. 03. movie theater: the go-to place for most makeouts. sitting in the back or off to the side; just make sure no one catches you! 04. backstage: maybe you won tickets to a concert, perhaps you performed or they did, maybe you even snuck in! but you're backstage somewhere for something, getting hot and heavy in the dark corners. 05. public: out for a walk, having a picnic, maybe you're swimming! but regardless of where you are, it's in public. 06. home: whether you're are at your house, theirs, or someone elses, you're getting down and naughty inside a home of some design. 07. wildcard: re-roll, combine, pick your own, or make one up! DIRECTIONS: • Post a comment with your character. • Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7. • Match the number to the options above. • Reply to the thread starter and go from there! You can either be in the middle of a make out session or about to start; it's all up to you. • Any rating goes, but no wank, please!

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lbrh it doesn't matter where they are

[fairhair]

[ There are many reasons he's called The Dashing and not The Bright, The Cautious, or even The Sometimes Considerate Of Possible Consequences - and Loki is frequently, in some way or another, one of them. He's actually possibly one of Fandral's favourite vices. All things considered.

So Fandral certainly doesn't mind that they've ended up like this, nor does he care to ask how. Loki fits ever so nicely in his lap, their teasing exchange of kisses and words having long dissolved into this. Tongues clashing, lips a little swollen, cheeks starting to show the first faint pink of a flush. It's Fandral's preferred way to wind down an evening. ]

[ikols]

[ It's when Volstagg declares he's had enough to eat that you know the Feast Day is over, or at least that no one shall be returning to the great hall unless they be the unfortunate servants tasked with cleaning up. During that interim, when a stray body is passed out cold here and there and the devastation is still scattered around in bones and gristle on abandoned plates, not long before the whole thing will be tidied away, in the dying candlelight Loki has taken a seat on Fandral's chair in order to eat his fill of him, one way or another. That was how he put it when enticing him back into the public space, temporarily abandoned though it is.

Black nails rake through lusciously thick blonde locks to tip back the other god's head as Loki steals a lengthy kiss with his intrepid tongue, the slick, sloppy sound echoing in the empty hall. Slow and sated with food, he lazily rolls his hips down at the same moment he nips at Fandral's lips, half-hard already. ]

[fairhair]

[ How could Fandral refuse such an invitation? It was with a smirk and a smile that he let himself be coerced back into the hall - Fandral doesn't mind. He's done worse in more open spaces.

None of which is important in the current moment. The scratch of nails against his scalp has him humming, he'd laugh if he could but Loki's doing a good job of occupying his mouth. One large hand settles at Loki's hip and the other strokes along his thigh.

Now he laughs. It's not such an easy feat. ]

Hello, little one.

[ikols]

[ A huff paints over Fandral’s mouth as Loki hears that, not about to move from his exceedingly cosy seat, moulded lap-to-lap through his leathers and petted so nicely, but unable to let the comment pass without a pout. ]

You make it sound more kinky than you intend when you say that, I’m sure.

[ One hand slides down Fandral’s shirt to slip in between the fastenings (breaking and entering has never been so much fun as when it comes to undressing another), palm roaming the warm chest beneath, scratching at downy blonde hairs. Thumb-pad running circles around a nipple. ]

I shall start calling you Little and see how you like it.