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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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[Murasakibara lifts his gaze to catch the other's gaze, holding it a moment as he slides his mouth off of his cock, swirling his tongue around instead. He breaks the stare to focus on what he's doing a moment later though, brow furrowed just slightly in concentration.

While he rather enjoys capturing Midoirma's undivided attention like this, he can't help but feel pleased when he lays his head back. If he can't see what Murasakibara's doing, he has to rely on feeling it instead, sinking deeper into that pleasure.

His mouth descends again, showcasing that apparently showing all those snacks in his mouth was good for something, since he's able to take Midorima's cock all the way to the hilt; No gag reflex. What a good discovery. His throat flutters around his cock lightly before he pulls back and bobs his head again, his tongue rubbing against his shaft as he remembers to breath carefully through his nose]

[ If Midorima wasn't well aware that the room wasn't as hot as it felt, he might've wondered if there was something wrong with the heat. It wasn't unbearable, however, and was all internal. Well, all except for the furnace that was Murasakibara's mouth. As Midorima let his eyes close, he couldn't help but lose himself in the other boy's actions. Being completely enveloped like that almost made up for the teasing and playing around that Murasakibara was doing (okay, entirely made up for it) and made it all but impossible for the green-haired boy to hold in the deep grumbling moan forming in his throat, then ending in a gasp for air. His deep voice echoed in the acoustics of the locker room in a way that would've embarrassed him immensely if he wasn't sure they were the last two in there. ]

[There's a pleased little noise, a hum around his cock as Murasakibara listens to Midorima come undone beneath his mouth. It's like pulling at strings of a particularly convoluted knot and watching what loosens it or pulls it tighter. And though Murasakibara isn't usually one for diligently puzzling through, well, puzzles, he finds he likes this one.

If only they had more time... He smooths one hand up the inside of Midorima's thigh, nails tracing over the sensitive flesh as he pulls his head back and off of the cock with an obscene little 'pop' noise (that he totally does on purpose for the express sake of how loud it sounds in the empty locker room). Of course he doesn't keep his mouth off for long, immediately dragging his tongue up the length of his shaft and to the tip before sliding it back into his mouth; he can't drag this out nearly as long as he wants, unfortunately, but it doesn't mean he's going to totally rush this either.]

Don't...

[ Midorima isn't sure what he's saying don't to, honestly. Don't make such embarrassing noises, don't take so long, don't rush it, don't tease him so much. None of them are bad don'ts and he can't pick just one. He realizes just saying 'don't' however, is likely to have a negative effect or force Murasakibara to stop and ask what he shouldn't be doing. ]

Don't stop.

[ Both of his arms are going up to fold over his face now after having said that. That's certainly something he can't take back out. ]

[Another rumbling little laugh. Miorim can be surprisingly cute sometimes, even in compromising positions like this. He pulls off of him again, his hands settling on both Midorima's hips to hold him firmly in place as he speaks]

Wasn't planning on it. But it's too bad... [He trails off with a little hum, slowly dragging his tongue up Midorima's cock once more in an act not dissimilar to one licking an ice cream cone--which, to be honest, is probably exactly how Murasakibara is treating this.] Next time, we'll be able to take all our time, and do a lot more...

[He says this like it's absolutely certain there'll be a next time anyhow. His grip tightens a little on the other's hips then, since without warning Murasakibara take him in his mouth to the hilt again without letting him adjust or anticipate it.]

[ It's a good thing Murasakibara makes sure to pin his hips down. It's almost torturous, how he stops the second he's asked not to, teasing him in a way that makes him frisson. But when he's enveloped again without warning, his hips come to life. It's instinct, as good as Midorima is at controlling himself and his reactions he can't fight it when Murasakibara insists on catching him off guard.

Another moan echoes in the locker room, this one more unrestrained. He can't stand it and yet wants more. It's a rather fitting feeling for how he feels about the taller boy, though this is much hotter than past interactions. His legs tensed, bare feet pressing firmly against the ground as if to relieve some of the tension but falling to do so. His hands both return to Murasakibara's head, this time trying to hold him from getting too far off his cock, as if he's worried he's going to stop to tease him again and he's too close to want that again. ]

[He's trying to be careful, to not leave any lingering bruises from how hard he's gripping onto him. His lips curve into a smile around the cock in his mouth, bobbing his head. If he keeps Midorima trapped like this, he can't escape the pleasure Murasakibara is bestowing on him.

He can feel how tense Midorima is, how close, and there's no way he's stopping now. There's a hum of approval as he sinks his fingers into Murasakibara's hair. He thought it'd be terribly annoying, especially after he's gone and pulled it back already, but each tug and pull makes him shiver, sends a spark of heat coiling in his stomach.]

[ He never knew the feeling of being trapped could be so fantastic. Midorima wasn't the type to sing anyone's praises but his own or his team's, and even in sexual activity tried to keep more or less quiet. But having his hips pinned to the bench so firmly, having to stay exactly how Murasakibara wanted his hips, was like trying something sweet after not eating all day- delicious, hunger-inducing, and almost too much.

His fingers tangle in Murasakibara's hair, mussing the already mussed ponytail. Delicate but strong fingers kept his hair out of his face regardless, careful not to dig his fingers into his scalp, but pulling just a little because of the effort. His jaw hangs open for a few moments, the only sound leaving his mouth a heavy breathing from physical excitement. He didn't tell him when it was coming, he just let out a deep, open-mouthed moan, more sultry and a little less steady than the others, as his hips fought again to move and his cock twitched between Murasakibara's lips, finally spilling out into the boy's mouth. ]

[The moan is about all the warning Murasakibara gets and it still catches him off guard. He pulls back a little in alarm, but not all the way off of his cock, humming in satisfaction once his brain catches up with what's happening.

He swallows it down, dragging his tongue lazily around the all-too-sensitive head now to make sure he's got it all before he finally sits back and pulls his mouth away. There's another satisfied hum and he swipes his tongue over his lips to make sure he's got the last of it, his grip on Midorima's hips loosening so his hands are just resting there, smoothing soothing little circles into the skin with his thumbs.]

Midochin tastes good. [Still should loa up on pineapples some time before the next time though, he thinks, but it's not the worst thing Murasakibara's had in his mouth. He watches Midorima with half-lidded eyes, his hair falling out of its ponytail around his face]

[ His hands relax as Murasakibara soothes him, the pulling of his hair stopping as his hands finally still. Even for a few seconds after Murasakibara comments on his flavor, he just lets himself catch his breath and bask in the feeling of what just happened. After a long tense day, it was a relief, and Murasakibara's mouth and throat and apparent talent at this were something to be reveled in. Enough such that it took him that extra time to even think to be embarrassed about the comment. He runs his fingers gently through Murasakibara's hair, catching the tie between them to set loose the vibrant lavender mane again. ]

How are you planning on keeping this up if I'm not around?

[ Since he's... giving him protein, right.. haha.. Midorima feels silly even playing into this ridiculous charade, but he's not intent on complaining about how it turned out. ]

[The hair falls from its tie easily, falling about his face where his fingers aren't catching it.

It's nice to see Midorima so relaxed like this--or maybe drained is a slightly better adjective. He sits up and pulls at Midorima, leaning over him to press a lazy kiss to his mouth. Doesn't matter that he just sucked him off, he wants a kiss dammit.]

I guess we'll have to find excuses to visit. [Considering the amount of money they both spend on snacks and lucky items, respectfully, tickets to see each other wouldn't be that much of a stretch. Just effort.]

Or you could transfer to Yosen. [He's not serious about that suggestion though. Mostly.]

Hmph. Not likely.

[ The Yosen comment, of course, but he doesn't specify. Not yet. Midorima's words fall against Murasakibara's lips in a soft voice, still deep with a hint of sultry satisfaction underlying his tone. He's more relaxed, but still quiet and reserved as he slowly kisses him back. How much time had passed? He wasn't sure he was really experienced enough to do anything quickly, and he didn't want to do anything quickly right now, but it was likely both Takao and Himuro had circled back around to check on them by now. ]

Takao and Himuro have likely become acquainted by now. Should we make them wait longer or are you fine?

[ Because he'll make them wait, but he's also worried they're going to talk each other into busting in on them because they're being too selfish making them wait like that. ]

[Murasakibara cocks his head to the side, making a thoughtful noise as he kisses Midorima again-- the good thing, at least, ws that Murasakibara wasn't exactly one who'd need to get off even after something that worked him up like this. He was perfectly capable of letting laziness take center stage and calm himself down.]

Murochin can be patient, but can Takaochin?

[Sure he's definitely turned on by all of this, but it's not that dire of a need.] Yosen will still be here for a couple of days. Let's sneak away one night and get a hotel.

[ Midorima tensed visible at the suggestion, tilting his head down so the breath caught in his throat didn't make him cough on the other boy, but downward. Murasakibara had caught him off guard with this and he was definitely willing to reciprocate, but literally sneaking out to get a planned hotel room to do.. he assumed a lot more than a blow job if they would be needing a whole night to do it. ]

We can't just go sneaking around and getting hotel rooms!

[ That is against the rules, Murasakibara! Not that he doesn't want to at this point but!! ]

[Murasakibara recoils a little, wrinkling his nose at the outcry. Really? Really?? Was he being nagged now of all times!?]

Ehh? Why not? [Sure their own homes are like, right in town and all but they have their families still staying in them.] where are we supposed to go then? The gym will close sometime.

[ All logical points! ]

We can't keep doing this at the gym either.

[ Then, where, Midorima? He finally starts getting up to to back to the locker and finally get his clothing. He considers another moment, then adds: ]

We'll call it a neutral-location sleepover.

[He sits up fully to let Midorima get away. Fixing his pants and attempting to locate his shirt, he watches the other boy get dressed.]

A neutral-location sleepover. [He echoes slowly] Where? [That made it sound like they’d be using a friend’s place for trysts or something]

[ Good question. Midorima doesn't answer as he gets dressed, then comes back around to Murasakibara's initial idea anyway. He doesn't really want to just because he already said no in the first place, but there really isn't another answer. ]

A hotel, but we don't sneak out and simply say we're catching up as old teammates.

[ It's still a lie, but it's better than sneaking around about it. ]

I guess that's not far off from the truth. We're getting to know each other again.

[Just, you know. In a totally different way.

Murasakibara can see he's won this not-argument and grabs for Midorima's arm to tug him over for another impromptu kiss like some kind of consolation price for having to give in to his ideas.]

We don't have to be up early tomorrow, do we?

[ He's not used to getting pulled around like this. Takao is more like a sheepherder with him than someone who outright pulls him anywhere he isn't intent on going and no one else really dares to physically get him to move, so Murasakibara's actions catch him off guard. He's not used to someone even being able to pull him around like this.

But the kiss does stop him from outright voicing a complaint, at least for now. He pulls back to look up at him, giving him a stubborn look. ]

I wake up at the same time every morning. I don't know what time you plan on being up.

Hmm. [Murasakibara hums, but it's clear he doesn't quite believe that. or maybe it's more like he's pretty sure that'll change tonight and he's interested to see if it will.]

Whenever Murochin manages to wake me up, usually. Or when I get hungry enough. [Do love hotels have complimentary breakfasts? He doesn't think so. Maybe they should get a regular hotel with one...

He finally pushes himself to his feet to grab his shirt and pull it on, leisurely gathering his things. There's the tell-tale crinkle of a snack bag as he finds the half-eaten one he'd abandoned in favor of Midorima, and he goes right back to snacking. It is, at least, at a noticeably more distracted sort of pace, instead of shoving chip after chip in his mouth.

So... Minor, brief victory?]

Let's get a place with free breakfast. Or room service.

[ Murasakibara, you will get him in a love hotel over his dead body. He will happily deal with room service over that.

Rather beneficially for Murasakibara as well, the tension that had been making Midorima extra cranky was gone. He likely won't complain about the food again unless he starts getting weird with it, like eating it off the floor or doing bugle witch fingers or something. ]

I need to take care of a few things with Takao and notify my family first, I'll text you the hotel details after that.

[ He's going to do the work on that, especially since he can't set Murasakibara loose on a hotel buffet. He has a moral obligation to prevent this. ]

Hmm, I should go tell my family too, I guess. And Murochin... [I GUESS.JPG.

He stifles a yawn and then leans down to press another kiss--flavored now like his snack--to Midorima's mouth, just because he can and because he finds he likes kissing.]

Don't take too long, or I'll get bored. [probably for the best since Murasakibara might gt distracted halfway through and they end up the ingiest hotel because he just isn't paying attention. if it's got a bed and food, it's fine, right??]

[ Oh my god don't guess on that?? The last thing Midorima needs is someone thinking Murasakibara's gone missing and the police busting in their hotel room door thinking they're busting up a kidnapping for this poor lost tree of a manchild. ]

Don't stand around waiting, make sure you pack an overnight back properly.

[ Okay, he's got his stuff from his locker, it's time to head for the door and get on this sudden change of plan. Midorima isn't usually big on plan changes, but in this case, he'll make an exception. ]

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