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THE — giving or receiving — BLOWJOB MEME
( the brother meme to this one. )

Whether it's your characters very first time getting a blowjob, their millionth, or they're the one giving head, sometimes, you just want to play giving or getting dome. No need to wax poetic about it. Let's get down to business, ladies and gentlemen! No matter if you thread oral as foreplay, in combination with other acts, a moment of emotional connection, an awkward ender to a scene when someone comes and can't get it back up, or anything in between, this is the meme for you.

Comment with your character & your preferences. Male characters, be sure to specify whether you're down with giving or receiving, though some preferences will make that obvious. Female characters, just come as you are!
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Put those lips to good use.

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[Even if Noctis weren't voluntarily moving, Ignis would still gladly sink his eager mouth onto his cock, over and over again, his gag reflex effectively non-existent from the plethora of times he's found himself with his highness' cock in his mouth. It happens all the time they're together, like clockwork, Ignis races toward perfection and the only way he knows he'll reach that point is once he's able to take Noct's release inside of him. Granted, its always far more satisfying to feel the piston of his hips against his ass as he drives himself deeper and harder into his ass until he spills into his insides and leaves him a gaping, leaking mess. How he'd love to just pull his mouth off of him and climb onto his lap, yank down his trousers and just seat himself onto this glorious piece of work, let Noctis split him wide open, send him home.

He's almost teary-eyed at the thought as he moans around his cock and swallows around him with every thrust. Noct is so close and Ignis needs it. It would almost be enough to just stop and pull his mouth off of him just to feel Noct's release splatter against his face, just paint him in his cum. But he can't afford to deal with the mess right now. It's downright frustrating, wanting him this badly but not having the time, and he wishes he could apologize now, wishes he could promise him that soon, so very soon, he can ruin him the way he always does.

All he can do is offer him this, the tightening of his throat as he takes him in to the base of his cock and finds his face buried into dark musky pubic hair. Finish, do it for him, give him the sweetest treat imaginable.]

[ Ignis is driving him out of his mind, desperate and passionate for it, mirroring Noctis' demands, his need -- Ignis has always been better at hiding his desire, but when it comes to moments like these, all bets are off. He sees the invite for what it is and he's thrusting into him, fucking his mouth in long, firm thrusts. He is as unrelenting as he is passionate, full of need, and gods, how he's missed fucking his Ignis, how he's missed burying himself inside of him and watching the way cum trickled down those bare thighs.

He shudders and bites down on a loud cry, knowing that he has to stay quiet -- which makes his orgasm all the more intense. He empties his balls into his lover's eager, willing mouth, feeling his nose press against his curls and gods, but Ignis is going to ruin him for good. Thick, sticky cum flood his mouth in heady spurts, Noctis grasping the back of his head to support him, gentle enough to let him go if he wants to.

But oh, he'll remember this all his life, the way Ignis looks -- ]

So eager for cock --

[ He gasps, giving him his treat shamelessly, rolling his hips as he rides out the last of the spurts, fingers curling now in his hair. ]

-- it's only my cock you ache for, isn't it?

[ His words, low and breathless and so, so very hungry. ] Bet you're so hard, right now...

[Closer, closer, he feels him twitching in his mouth as Noctis fucks into him frantically and Ignis' head is beginning to feel woozy from lack of proper oxygen. He might need a quick momentary break before he risks passing out, but he doesn't need it once Noct finally bursts and reaches his treasured orgasm, releasing heavily down his throat, and Ignis swallows him down greedily, having thirsted for far too long. His eagerness has him barely able to make out a single word Noct is saying, all he hears is a thrumming in his ears and his own load, enthusiastic gulps until the last of it seems to trickle out of Noct's cock.

Ignis lifts his mouth up and away with one long, smooth motion, cum and saliva clinging to his lips once Noct's cock slips from his mouth. He's left gasping, panting for air. He tries so desperately not to drool all over Noct's lap and so he brings a hand to cover his mouth, swipe up the remainder of his prince's seed to slip it into his insatiable mouth, wanting every last drop of him, and he can only whine low in his throat as a flushed, burning red cheek settles itself against Noct's thigh. He gazes up at him, fantastically ruined, a beautiful mess, eyes unfocused, pupils blown wide and tears clinging to his lashes as they finally open.

He can't even offer a response, but it's clear enough that Noctis has hit his mark because Ignis is grinding the palm of his hand against his erection, tenting the front of his pants.

Two fingers slip into his mouth and he laves his tongue around them, suckles them audibly.]

[ Ignis is a grand, magnificent masterpiece of debauchery, his lips red and wet with cum and saliva, tears dotting his beautiful eyelashes, cheeks flushed. He is a stunning picture, and Noctis is hauling him up with a low, commanding little growl. All of this, all of him belongs to Noctis, and he's kissing him hungrily after drawing Ignis' fingers from his mouth. ]

You're only allowed to suck me off.

[ He hisses between kisses, fierce and dominant. He loves that his Ignis yields so beautifully to him, surrendering everything, and Noctis stirs when he sees the tent in his pants. Gods, but his Ignis is so turned on right now and Noctis loves it. ]

Look at you, so hard after sucking my cock. You liked that, huh...?

[ Not caring about any sort of propriety, he gives his ass a sharp slap, tugging his pants off his hips to let Ignis' cock spring free. But more importantly... ]

Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.

[Something in him begins to splinter and snap the moment Noct hauls him upward, locks his mouth against his own and he's assaulted with the purest taste of his highness with Noct's devilish tongue, licking his insides, hissing a carnal demand, and Ignis can only whine a defeated yes before his free unsoiled hand is locked into the clutch of Noct's shirt as he pulls him in closer, deeper. Only his, only for him, he only does as he's told.

Noct's words send a prickling, burning sensation all across his skin, down his spine, straight to his cock and his composure has fallen completely to his prince's demands with a loud slap of skin against skin. Ignis cries out silently, choking at the tailend of the noise that almost leaves him but he can't, he can't make a sound, if he does the others will come and Noctis won't be able to fuck him and he needs Noct to fuck him.

Even if for a brief, flicker of a moment as he parts from Noct's greedy, eager hands and searching mouth, his eyes burn with defiance. Ignis licks his lips, runs trembling fingers through the mess of his hair as if to straighten himself out, remind Noct that he is his keeper, his advisor.

What a stupid thought.

But he turns and hastily bends himself in a beautiful show of pale skin, dress shirt slipping over his back, rear exposed and thighs smeared with precum. Ignis manipulates a hand between his legs, pries his cheeks apart with his fingers to display his eager hole.]

Fuck me, now.

[ Ignis is his keeper, his advisor, but he's also his lover, and on that count Noctis claims him, has him, watching with pride and a fierce possessiveness when he turns and bends over, that lovely pale ass presented to him for the taking. He can see the glistening hints of precum, and as he pries his cheeks apart to expose his hole, Noctis fishes for his bottle of lube, slicking himself up to push two fingers in at once, free hand giving that ass a sharp slap.

The others won't be back soon, and even if they do, the mood Noctis is in, he'd probably make them watch him fuck his lover. Probably. He's torn between exhibitionism and fierce possessiveness, and it's the latter that wins out when he fingerfucks him, obscene little squelches when he works him open, this tight, precious little hole. ]

Missed coming into this, Iggy.

[ He purrs, shucking up his dress shirt so that he can lean over him and press intimately against him, pulling his fingers out only to slick his cock up, to line himself properly to push the fat head of his thick, long dick into his hole. Gods, but Ignis is intoxicating, beautiful, such a lovely sheath around him that it aches in his chest.

How he wants days where he can just spend it with Ignis, tangled with him, fucking him mindless, watching cum spatter over everywhere, filling his hole, thick on his tongue. ]

Tell me how you need this.

[With a trembling exhale of breath there's nothing but pure and utter relief the moment Noctis breaches through his hole with slick fingers. Without any warning though, skin meets skin with brutal contact, and Ignis can't silence the hiccuped airy cry that escapes his mouth before he catches his bottom lip between his teeth and arches into Noct's fingers, ass searing yet greedy for more. His hand drops between his legs, fingers clutching into the fabric of his pants pooled above his knees and all he can hear is the hiss of Noct's words, the squelch of the lubricant as his fingers pry him apart, but he needs him to go faster, faster, give him more.

Weight falls against his bare back, there's the familiar hot, blunt press of a thicker mass that's more than just fingers and he can't help the way his jaw drops or how he breathes Noct against the base of the tent where his free hand is skating across for purchase of something, anything, to ground him because he swears he might shatter right at this moment. But Noctis has him, has Ignis speared onto his cock, has him molded against his chest, the perfect fit, he fits so good inside him he needs him to move already...!]

Move, please move... Noct please. [Ignis writhes underneath him, presses his forehead to the ground and whines at the sight of his full and heavy cock jutted outward between his thighs. He can't touch himself, can't relieve himself with his own touch, he only wants to cum on Noct's cock.] Bloody move, however you want I don't care, I need to cum, Highness make me cum.

Shhhh. I've got you. I've got you.

[ He loves it, the way Ignis inevitably succumbs to base instincts and starts to beg, when everything becomes overwhelming and it's all he can do to react, his ass propped up like he's presenting himself to him. Noctis is seated balls-deep inside him, and his hand comes around to grasp the thick length of Ignis' cock, stroking him off as he starts to move in long, deep thrusts, keeping perfectly in sync. ]

You wanted me to fuck you all along, didn't you? Pretending you didn't want it...

[ Noctis hums softly against his shoulder, the sharp jerk of his hips making that last thrust harder, the obscene slap of his balls against his ass making the coil in the pit of Noctis' stomach tighter. Gods, but he does love fucking Ignis. He loves how filthy he gets when his inhibitions fall away and all that's left is him. ]

What're Prompto and Gladio gonna say when they see you like this, babe, so thirsty for my cock? So eager to cum? Behave, or I won't let you.

[The assault of his thrusts nearly undoes him right away, but it's the hand that wraps itself around Ignis' cock that has him scrambling to mash his knuckles against his mouth to silent the hysteric cry that almost slams out of him. No no no, both at the same time, he can't take both at the same time, Noct's assault on his weakest points has the most pitiful noises pressed into his hand and he's not going to be able to last long.

Hurry, he needs him to go faster, he needs Noct to hurry before the others find them and Ignis shakes his head and whines pitifully at the shameful thought of discovery.

Don't let them know don't let them hear, he can't let them come in, he can't let them see him like this. Ignis can't allow them to see the way he so easily falls to his knees and takes their prince's cock like he was made for it, like this were his only purpose, like the only blissful satisfaction he finds is from the way Noct uses him, fills him with that plump, gorgeous, perfect cock and empties into him with his cum. Gladio and Prompto, standing slack-jawed and wide-eyed at the entrance to the tent as Ignis howls Noctis' name, begs for him to cum inside him, leave him gaping, leave him dripping, leave him owned and claimed and his all his only his.

Let them see that he's his.]

[ He can damn well take both at the same time. Noctis goes harder, faster, loving how Ignis falls apart so beautifully underneath him, almost split by his cock and how he's fucking him, thorough and relentless, the wet sounds of their lovemaking audible in the tent. It's going to smell like sex, but it can't be helped -- Ignis is far too irresistible and Noctis is pounding into him with a groan, fisting his lover's cock and stroking him off in time with his thrusts.

He can hear his whine at those words, and Noctis goes on. ]

You want that, don't you? You want them to know you're my dirty little slut.

[ He says roughly. ] I already came in your mouth once, and now your little hole wants it, too -- you can't get enough, can you?

[ Which is wonderful and sexy as all hell. Undoing Ignis, reducing him into a needy, whimpering little mess is what they both need -- it's their little secret. He's close, he's close now, and he's grinding up inside him, giving his ass a good, tight slap. ]

'm cumming, babe.

[A dirty loyal little slut, His Highness' whore, he could order anything of him and Ignis would do it, allow Noctis to fuck him in the morning while he makes him breakfast, suck Noctis' cock while he navigates the Regalia, finger him while Ignis remains at his side watching him fish, end and begin his night by riding his dear Prince's lap until satisfaction, absolute perfection, all for him, no one else, no one else but him, Noctis, lovely, sweet, voracious, insatiable Noctis. All of his holes are his, fill them all fill him fill him Gods please cum in him again...!

Ignis is so close, his cock is aching from the need of his release. He's sure he's made an absolute mess underneath him from his endless drip. His hole is beginning to burn and sting from Noct's relentless, brutal attention as he fucks him ruthlessly, each slap of his hips against his ass blissful torture, and his throat burns with the need to cry out, to scream, to sob his lurid desires and filthy praise to bring Noctis closer to the edge but he can't say a single thing. He'll suffer in silence until Noct finally cums inside him.

His head turns, a single blurry emerald eye shot toward Noctis over his shoulder. The level of his desperation is there on his expression, the tear tracks along his cheek, the wetness of his lashes. Please, please, he's begging for mercy.]

[ Oh, Noctis would definitely love that. His beloved retainer and advisor, available for him at any time of any day, tight and hot when he slides into him, when he fucks and fingers him and draws out every little mewl and moan and whine, when he reduces his Ignis to this and aches for more. He can feel the desperate clasp of his body tightening around his, and he knows how much effort Ignis pours into staying quiet, his body lovingly offered up to him for the taking.

He can see it, the way his beautiful lover looks back at him over his shoulder, begging and openly aching, desperate for orgasm. He's pumping at Ignis' cock now, tightening his grip a little to let him fuck into it, and he's leaning forward now to nuzzle against him more intimately, reminding Ignis just who he belongs to, who owns all of him.

His cock, pistoning in and out of him, twitches once, twice, before he slams up inside of him and comes without warning, Noctis biting down on his Ignis' shoulder when he empties his balls into his tight, welcoming hole.

He's giving him what he wants, what he needs, filling him in thick, sticky pulses. ]

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