body heat meme

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The Body Heat Meme



Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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[shapedthecentury]

[ Perfect. They're everything but, and yet Tony says it in that tone and he believes him.

His head tips back, thighs pressing to Tony's waist and ankles locking behind his back. ]

C'mon, then.

[ Move. Give them both what they need. No need to drag it on any longer. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ He braces himself with a hand pressed to the mattress above Barnes' mechanical shoulder, hips rolling out and snapping in sharp and certain. Heat crackling between them, blankets slipping from his shoulders and none of that matters for the look Bucky's giving him. Like a challenge, like a dare, and Tony falls into it without a second thought.

Builds up a steady, aching rhythm of in and out, breath twisting in his chest. ]

[shapedthecentury]

[ Nothing to hold back here. He could take it, longed for it. Stretched back over the sheets with quiet, punctuated noises that followed each thrust. Snaking his hand into Tony's short hair and scratching against his scalp, tongue darting over his lips.

Just like that. Just like always. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ Curled close like this he can feel every twitch and the low burr of Bucky's voice. Feels every punched out sound that only serves to spur him on. Harder, faster, angling for that one spot he could find with his fingers so easily, snapping in hard. He wants more, needs it- thrusts in and clings to Bucky like he can crawl inside his skin if he tries hard enough.

If he pushes hard enough, bites down and groans in the right way- like that'd open him up. ]

[shapedthecentury]

[ It's all noise, sensation, shifting levels of heat and skin sliding against skin, pressure that pushes and splits and eases, and the thrumming beat that pounds through him with each thrust.

When Tony hits true, he'd know it. Bucky arches with a snarl, legs tightening and trembling, demanding more. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

Got it, got it- [ He crackles a soft laugh, digging his teeth into Bucky's skin as he adjusts the angle and rocks up again. Harder, sharper, sweeter. Aiming to get more than a growl, to get an oath, a cry, a thready rasp of his name-

A million different shades of sound from Barnes and all of them, all of them beautiful. Losing himself in this heat and tension is so fucking easy- its frightening. ]

[shapedthecentury]

Fuck, d-don--

[ It's not a protest, not a safeword, nothing of the sort. It just takes a moment to get air back into his lungs, with that sharp pulse of pleasure shredding his composure to ribbons. ]

Don't stop, don't...c'mon, fucking...

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ He slows, a little, on instinct. A quiet negation is almost always enough to get him to slow down just until the rest stutters out. Don't stop and that? That he can do gladly. Hikes Bucky's hip in one hand and grinds in, bracing his legs against the mattress. Right there, over and over, with unerring aim as he runs math in the back of his mind.

Pointlessly pedantic things as he tries to hold off long enough to make this mind numblingly, skin searingly hot moment last. ]

[shapedthecentury]

[ It won't last forever. It only seems to, each breath more ragged than the last, until it hits. Strikes like lightning and seizes him up tight with his mouth curved around another moan, shuddering hard and spilling hot across his own quivering stomach in the process.

Even then, a series of soft nonsense curses still roll off his head as his head sinks back, hair a messy pool against the pillows. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ When he makes noise, actual noise- Tony shudders and lets go. Stops trying so hard to hold back and lets his pace run ragged, hips snapping in twice, thrice more hard and deep as that clenching heat locks down on and around him, holding him in place. Tony whimpers right through his own orgasm, body a tense knot of jangled nerves as he spills into Bucky, teeth dug into his collar to muffle his own habit of babbling.

He kisses the blooming bruise as he lets himself fall flat, body draped lazily over Bucky's like a sweaty, sexy blanket. words won't be a thing for awhile. ]

[shapedthecentury]

[ His heart is still rabbiting in his ears. But the hand at Tony's head drops down to his shoulder, curls there loose and comfortable as those last few shivers work their way through him. God, even his toes curl.

Quiet for a few moments, just to soak it all in, might be worthwhile. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ Not a single sign of that chill seeping back in from where Tony's laying, mind still dribbling out of his ears and eyes only half focused on the skin around him. His hand slides up to smooth through Bucky's hair, curling around his jaw to feels his pulse. Slowing gradually but- that same contented thrum settles him.

No need to talk, just to breathe. To be. And how often is his mind quiet enough for him to actually enjoy it? ]

[shapedthecentury]

...Guess you were right.

[ The corner of his mouth hitches upwards slightly. There's stickiness to clean and they'll need to retrieve their clothes at some point, but it seems like a distant concern at the moment.

The cold, whatever it was, has well and truly gone. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

Told you. [ He huffs a laugh, muffles it as it becomes close to a giggle in Bucky's throat. He hadn't even meant to be right, but he was right, and Bucky's fine.

He's fine, he's not freezing from the inside out and oh hi there panic, there you are, it's safe to have you now. He shudders and clings a little while, hands smoothing over every inch he can feel. ]