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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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Felih's already breathless and desperate, so close, the heat welling up closer and closer to bursting from him. It's intoxicating, pleasure jolting and spreading through his body and teasing him closer and closer to orgasm, finally granting him even just the slightest bit of relief from the pent-up pressure and need within him.

He's already overwhelmed by Shiro toying with him, pausing on the way down to suck, hum around him, bobbing his head and letting his tongue toy over every sensitive ilm of him. He's pulsing against Shiro's tongue, spilling more precum with each press up and down, gasping and starting to quiver and tense and arch, toes curling as he squirms and feels his body on the edge, his shaft swelling just a bit more-

And then Shiro's fingers toy with the weight hanging under his shaft, tickling behind it, a thumb stroking over such sensitive skin before the purse pulls taut and seems to pulse and squeeze-

"Shiro-!" It's a sharp and breathless cry of his name, Felih's back arched as his hips shake, his shaft jerking with each thick burst of hot seed he pumps out. He's so pent-up and this is only a taste, burst after burst, the nubs along his girth swelling and firming up and flaring outwards. Orgasm hits him and his quivering hips are struggling not to do what instinct tells them to- but he's left tensed and trembling as he mewls his ecstasy shamelessly, clutching at Shiro's hair desperately, as if he were an anchor to help him through the rush.

That purr made Lotor's chest feel a bit strange. He was very unused to being so attracted to who someone was so quickly. Physical attractions were commonplace, but true affection was something he so rarely allowed himself to feel that he tightened his hold the slightest bit to try to calm himself.

"I apologize. I did not mean to make a mockery of your pain."

It was all he could really say. His jokes often weren't in the best taste regardless of whom they were directed toward.

"We did have such games, a great many years ago. They died out as time passed and the empire grew more concerned with conquest, however. I would be delighted to play, although the truths you hear may not appeal to you."

He stopped for a moment, sighing.

"May we choose which question we answer? Or is there a sort of bonus for both?"

"It just kind of was?" Keith shrugged. "I'm used to being on the side of things when it comes to a group. I liked watching you all have fun with it, but I'm glad I wasn't out there in front of everyone."

He'd have felt like an idiot out there, trying to be likable.

"This is more my speed when it comes to 'fun' anyway."

Shiro's eyes widen and then roll as he focuses on handling the heavy pulses that fill his mouth. It's a lot, and he's a little out of practice, so he does lose some of it, but once he finds the rhythm and remembers how to breathe between swallows he manages to get most of it down in the end. He never stops touching, though. Just that little bit of encouragement and reassurance coaxing as much from Felih as he can. It's pretty clear that he's been severely held back.

As Felih's orgasm dies down Shiro switches to rubbing a soothing palm along Felih's thigh and helps him back down onto the pillows without collapsing too hard. The barbs are interesting, swollen as they are, trying to hold his mouth in place right where it is. He lets them for a little while, holding Felih's cock in his mouth and laving it softly while he catches his breath through his nose. But he does eventually loosen his lips and slip slowly off. Ducking down, he cleans the excess spillage from Felih's legs and fur and the crease of thigh and hip, then swipes it from his own face and sucks it from his thumb.

Shiro stretches like a cat and slinks up beside Felih to lie down and pull the little Miqo'te in against his chest, purring up a storm. "Thank you, kitten. You did so well for me. You were so good. Breathe... breathe... That's it. That's my good, sweet Felih. Take your time. You came really hard just there, it felt like. Just float for a little while. I'm so proud of you."

"No, you're right, you definitely wouldn't have enjoyed it. Pidge was about ready to strangle Coran at a few points. We missed you, though. I'm just glad that you're doing something that you feel so strongly about. It's clear that you're learning a lot and that you're far more comfortable working on the fringes."

He glances down and then back up to try and meet Keith's eyes. "I'm sorry that I pushed you away. I know I'm not... I haven't been the same since I got back, even more than before, and I've been hard on you. I shouldn't have taken out my concern and frustration on you like that. I'm sorry."

The ache in Shiro's chest isn't just the cold anymore. He nods, a tiny, jerky thing, and bows his head to press his lips against the edge of the blanket and the warm hand underneath. It's not exactly a kiss - he's mostly resting there to try and get his emotions back under control - but it's not entirely not a kiss either.

In a way, it hurts worse, to know that here is yet another person who thinks, beyond all reason, that he is a 'good man'. When all the evidence Shiro can see right now points the exact opposite direction. He's slipping, especially recently. Badly enough that he's actually snapped at the other paladins, gone behind their backs, stormed off the bridge, executed plans without their knowledge. What kind of leader is that? It's hard to feel like he isn't completely losing his grip and sliding into the monster that lurks under the scars and nightmares.

But on the other hand, Lotor's right. He loves and supports his team the best that he can, even if that best isn't good enough. That's why it hurts so much when they don't trust him. That's why he starts doubting himself when they all fight him on something he believes is right. That's why he goes around them rather than picking fights and hurting them anymore. He wants them to be whole and safe and happy. And that's not something Haggar could ever understand. It's not something she could have put into place. It's something that he had to have had beforehand. Which means that there is someone underneath there, even if he doesn't know who it is or how to reach him right now.

He raises a hand under the blanket to curve his fingers gently over Lotor's forearm. "...Thank you. I don't feel like I'm as good a person as everyone seems to think I am, but you're right about H-- about the witch. She may have shaped me, but I'm not her creature, and that has to count for something."

Oh god Shiro is so cold. Is he allowed to fall asleep when he's this cold? Isn't that a bad thing? But then Shiro was inside, under a blanket that could quite literally keep anything warm, pressed up against Hunk who was also quite warm and only getting more so, with warm food and drink in front of them (though that state was slowly changing, in both temperature and quantity), in a warm kitchen, so maybe it was okay? Hunk doesn't know someone please help him

"I dunno, if there's enough of us all gathered at once sometimes our grandparents just pick a kid in their line of sight and yell everyone's names until one of them gets the right reaction. Families are funny like that."

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[He hissed in a breath, the nip to her throat a little sharper than he'd intended. Not hard enough to break skin or mark, but just shy of leaving a light red ring. Her fingers were deft and quick, wrapping around him as he ground upward into her grip.]

I think I have other things I'd like you to handle.

Shiro breaks out in a spate of completely undignified giggles that degenerate into wheezing coughs. He curls in on himself as they do, which does relieve Hunk of the coldest hands in the universe, but poses a slightly different problem. Shiro does manage to stop coughing and get a hold of one of the mugs - he's honestly not sure which at the moment - and takes a drink to soothe his throat. Pushing it back, he folds his arms on the table and puts his head down on them to stop the Castle spinning. The blanket's slipped down off his shoulders but he doesn't seem to care.

"That's great," he says, sounding a little gravelly. "I love it. I'll have to remember that next time we're on Olkarion. Ah stars, that's the best thing."

Shiro's abrupt laughter get a small chuckle out of Hunk in turn - didn't most families do that? - but the sharp turn to a coughing fit gets a quiet "Oh geeze..." out of him, and he picks up the edge of the blanket to tug back over Shiro's shoulders before he starts rubbing their fearless, probably extremely sick leader's back beneath the sheet.

"I dunno, my grandparents don't really get away with it after we turn, like, sixteen or so. I think the Olkarions might just get offended." He leans forward slightly to grin, and his tone takes on a light-hearted, silly sense of offense. "You're not their real grandma."

[ At least Mayuzumi can still be himself despite the cold, Akashi thinks. He finds it amusing that Mayuzumi can still have an attitude in this situation when they should probably be trying to get along because one wrong move and the other could possibly hog the blanket all to themselves.

Not that Akashi's that pessimistic. Even though Mayuzumi might not like Akashi (that much or at all, he doesn't know), the former's never exactly done anything bad towards him. ]

Yes. I'm sure something like that is bound to be put in effect eventually. [ He might be student council president, but the protocol for situations like this is something he's unaware of. ] Has something like this happened before?

[ Just talking like this is fine, though, as cold as it is. He leans forward and rests his chin on his knees as he hugs his legs. ]

Is it really?

[ Look. It might be "cold" right now or whatever, but Midorima doesn't have to lie. Akashi might be the dumbest person on this ride right now, but he still has good senses when it comes to people hiding the truth from him. ]

Though it's becoming blatant that I'm more used to the cold than you are.

[ He's not lying, he's just not talking about the weather at this point. Something tells him that Akashi isn't going to pick up on that either, despite that by all means, the person from Kyoto should be a little more used to the cold so how statement is clearly wrong if he's speaking of the weather. ]

[That almost-bite earns another gasp edged along something much sharper in return. Rhea catches her breath and manages a laugh, breathless, tightening her fingers around his cock just so and giving him a long, steady pull.

She's eager, and it's tough to hide it. The way she strokes him is more than appreciative and she nuzzles into his hair with a sigh of pleasure; the teasing brush of her mouth goes lower until she reaches his neck, and her lips part against his skin, warm against his pulse. This time it's her turn for a swift little bite.]

No.

[One word can hold a heavy amount of sentiment, or ir could from anyone not prone to under-emoting. This hasn't happened before, not in his three years at Rakuzan, not in his almost 18 years of life. It's not that he believes Akashi willed a blizzard and set up the entire scenario, not seriously, but he does believe no true tragedy befalls Akashi that he doesn't take in as a novelty rather than one who suffers fate. Just as he suspects he chooses much of what happens in his life despite it seeming impossible, Mayuzumi makes the seemingly impossible conscious decision not to let anything like sympathy well up seeing the smaller boy hug onto his knees.

He reminds himself there isn't much he could do if he did. Civility in sharing the blanket is about the limit of his capabilities. Even offering it to him entirely wouldn't actually improve the situation: sharing serves a mutually selfish motive of huddling two heat sources together beneath it. Likewise, stewing in frustration at a situation he expects his underclassman to resolve whenever the novelty of a minor crisis wears off doesn't offer him any options. He can only think that if Akashi were testing him to see what creativity, drive, or ingenuity he had in such a situation, he would do well to be disappointed and give in soon. That's one way to dispel any sense of obligation. If anybody had expectations for him, that was their fault to begin with.

A more caustic part of himself muses that it's the same for the kid huddled next to him. He never considered himself as fully in this boy's thrawl as everyone else, even if he didn't fail to see why they were. It wasn't any more fair to expect him to solve this if he weren't going to offer the adulation most found his expected miraculous prowess to be due.

His brief brush with attempted comfort and any emotion that might have prompted it quite finished, Mayuzumi once again falls silent, failing to lead any conversation not all but forced on him.]

Felih is going to pieces, weak and mewling, writhing a little on the nest as Shiro pushes and encourages him to keep going. Those touches and teases push more and more from him, the desperate thing just needing so badly to release- and by the time he’s finished, he’s quivering jelly. He’s breathless, gasping and dizzy, weak, the orgasmic high clouding his mind. His whimpers and throaty whines spill from him as he pants, the shaft twitching as Shiro’s tongue licks him clean, a soothing palm running up and down his trembling thigh.

Felih’s purr was already noisy, but having Shiro purring against him, pulling him close and tight... he can’t help how loud his thrumming purr has become. He’s lightheaded, Shiro gently praising and soothing him, letting him press against him and cling as he works to catch his breath. He’s putty. Weak, boneless, melting against his lover, and his mate coos at him and says he’s proud.

He’s being praised...? He’s being praised...! He’s warm and safe and being encouraged to enjoy himself, so he clings to him, panting, purring up a storm to match, unable to help nuzzling and bunting at him again and again. Even as they cuddle, Felih’s hips press forward to rut slow, grinding strokes of his hips to Shiro’s, letting their shafts press and rub, skin sliding and dragging against skin.

“More... please, more...” he pants and begs, ears low as he quivers and cuddles against him. “Want you, want you more...”

Having seen some of those things for himself, Lotor had noticed the discomfort, but he couldn't say that Shiro's actions had been unforgivable. He'd acted in the way he felt was best despite the opposition of his team, and that was something Lotor could so easily understand. But he'd never been as close to his team as Shiro was to his own, although his generals had been the closest thing to true friends he'd had for millennia. Still, the fact that Shiro obviously thought he was acting in their best interest said a lot. He hadn't done or said those things to deliberately hurt the others. And leaders were allowed to lose their calm demeanor sometimes. It wasn't as if the time since Lotor had become their ally had been serene.

He shifted a bit so he could press his lips against Shiro's temple. There was no force at all behind the movement and he doubted it was enough to feel beyond a slight brush of a touch, but he hoped it was not unwelcome.

"She did not shape you. You were already formed, she simply used her claws to cut your edges away and hone them into blades. For that, I am forever sorry. She did the same to me, but over a much more prolonged period so it was not nearly as shocking to me as it must have been to you. But regardless, what she did and what she forced you to do - these things do not define you. They are scars much like the physical ones you carry, but they too shall fade with time.

If you were not a good man, you would not be worried about not being one, Takashi. That is all the proof I shall ever need to say emphatically that you are."

He had to laugh softly at the switching of Haggar's name to the descriptor Lotor had given her so long ago. She was called so many things; High Priestess, Druid, her name, the Enperor's Right Hand...but she had never been those things to him. She had been a witch from his earliest of memories.

"It is all right for you to call her by her name. I do not as she has only been a witch in my presence, but the name does not bother me or cause me pain. You needn't feel obligated to censor it in my presence. And I should hope that if you allow any Galra to hold you, you will let it be me."

[There's a saying that you can never really return home, but Sakura didn't think it was true in the least. Every time she got wary of the hustle and bustle of mortals, she found herself staring at the mountains full of longing. Her sisters were always there, waiting for her, untouched by time as they ever were. Her father was the only way she could really tell the passing of time, in the way that he was becoming less and less strict with her. It had only taken a few centuries, but she would take it.

Kei too, was a constant, a strange variable that seemed to be with her no matter where she was, in a human school or underneath the stars deep in the mountains. She didn't think too deeply about their friendship, lest she start thinking on things she shouldn't. Instead, she was content just to have his warmth wrapped around her and the stars above her, feeling drowsy and at peace. She had to laugh lightly as his nose nudged against her cheek, and just because she could, she curled up close to him, turning her face slightly towards his.]

I'm okay now.

[Even with her susceptibility to the cold, even she couldn't be wrapped up in so many layers with a kitsune furnace at her back.]

But if you're getting uncomfortable, let me know. Left to my own devices, I'd probably stay out here for hours.

Felih sighs softly and nuzzles back into his chest. "It's alright. It's not your fault. My past has simply ruined previously benign things, that is all," he murmurs, relaxing when he feels Lotor tightening his hold. It's odd, how it makes him feel secure instead of restrained, but he relishes the comfort.

His ears perk up, however, curiously listening to the story, before laughing softly. "Then, we'll ask about fun truths, then. Amusing ones. And you may choose which question you answer- although... hm, a bonus for answering both may be nice. Mayhaps it means you get to only ask one question on your turn and the other must answer?" he suggests, tail wiggling a little behind him.

It's so bitterly cold, but at least it's easier being curled up to Lotor.

[ Leilani is well aware of her luck when it comes to the people around her. To think that Cassandra, Cullen, Josephine and Leliana all trust her to do what is right, to make choices for their people, their armies, their lands... It terrifies her. She doesn't think she's much at all, but she stands here all the same wearing the mantle because, more than anything else, she wants to prove herself. She's scared of what might happen if she fails.

Lifting her hand, she reaches to tie her hair up and out of her face, staring out at the weather with grim determination. She has to survive this, even if her feet are getting colder and colder. ] The Creators aren't like that. It's said that Fen'Harel trapped them away a long time ago, and we're waiting for them to come back, or something. I suppose it seems quite foolish for us to sit and hope that our people will return to is. [ Leilani shakes her head, stepping forward, grim and sure. ] At least we don't have to sing to all the corners of the world to do it.

[ Turning back to look at the woman behind her, Leilani shrugs a shoulder. ]

I've survived worse than this.

Shiro can't help but moan and roll his hips into Felih's. He hadn't thought about how that would feel skin to skin, but it's just as glorious here as it is on his tongue. If he didn't have plans it would be far, far to easy to frott until they were both a sticky mess.

"Ready again?" he asks, soft amusement mixed with surprise and fondness. "You can rest. Catch your breath. We've got all night. There's no rush, I promise."

Shiro snorts and starts laughing again. It's weaker this time since he can't get quite as full a breath as he wants, but it still catches in his chest and turns back into coughing. The backrub feels really nice - it's been a while since someone did that for him - but he can't catch his breath to tell Hunk that. He winds up reaching over to pat Hunk's knee instead.

Oh this was not a part of the plan, but that's okay. He'll just lay here on the table. Table's cool. Cool against his cheek. Warm blanket's still nice - he's still chilled - but cool table. That's nice too. Might be nice to breathe without rasping though. His chest feels tight.

Shiro huffs, a bitter twist to his lips. "Be careful what you hope for. The only other galra I'd consider is dead because of me. He sacraficed himself for me. Twice. Defied orders. I brought hate and danger and death to his doorstep. He's dead, and there isn't even a body to bury. It's not a smart idea, Lotor. You have way too much on your plate already, not to mention everything that's been done to you in the past. You're the one who can show the universe that not every galra thinks like Zarkon. That there's hope for peace and prosperity among all people. Allura's the much better choice."

But he doesn't let go of Lotor's arm.

Felih's eager, but more than that, he seems anxiously eager to keep going. His desperation is partly rooted in his need to enjoy something, to snatch an opportunity, a moment, an experience, a memory- all before it could be taken away.

Because everything gets taken away.

But Shiro's voice continues to be soothing, gentle, calming him down. The fondness in his voice makes his heart ache, having longed so, so much to hear that tone aimed towards him again. He hasn't heard such gentle, genuine fondness and care and kindness since-

-since his mate died.

He trembles under him but catches his breath as Shiro tells him, trying to calm himself down.

"If you say all night," Felih murmurs quietly. "You're going to get me riled up tokeep going all night." His cheeks are dark, eyes half-lidded, tail swishing over the blankets between their legs.

Shiro chuckles softly, kissing Felih between the ears again. "Well, we do need to keep warm. But I'm perfectly okay with going back to cuddling at some point if you'd rather. I have stamina, but eventually I am going to get tired. And I suspect that I don't recover quite as quickly as you do." A sensual roll presses their bodies together lazily. It's relaxing, in a way, to be the one reining them in and keeping things slow. He's not worried anymore about Felih doing what he thinks Shiro wants - it's pretty obvious that he wants to be here and wants to have as much sex as physically possible. Shiro just wants to be able to keep up for him.

"Would you be all right taking over from time to time to let me recover some energy? Not now, but later. If not, that is also fine. I appreciate you let me dictate the pace, but you're allowed to say no. Encouraged to, even. This is about your happiness as much as mine, okay?"

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