bakerstreet | cuddle meme .

Felih bites his lip to try and stifle a whimper, but soon enough Shiro's purred suggestions have him quivering in the nest under his mate, crying out, shaking and feeling a heat welling up in him. His body tightens around Shiro's fingers, giving a little squeeze as Shiro teases him and keeps slowly torturing his sweet spot, leaving him writhing and panting, chest heaving as his cries start to grow high and thin.

"G-Gods- Shiro- Shiro- please, please, please- Nngh- g-gods- Shiro-!" he begs, his words just as much encouragement as those crafty fingers, and soon he's arching and mewling his bliss shamelessly. "Aaa-aahnn! TwelveI'mgoingto-" comes the breathless cry and gasp, before his back arches and his hips buck, and this time, Shiro sees Felih's orgasm.

His cock swells slightly, throbbing, visibly twitching and jerking. The soft barbs are swelling too, a deeper pink than the already dark flush of his shaft, starting to flare out, the sac below his cock pulling taut again and then-

Felih's voice breaks into pleasured mewls of ecstasy, his cock starting to jerk and twitch, throbbing with each pulse and burst of thick, hot seed he starts to spill. He's making a mess, all that Shiro had swallowed earlier but this time visible pumping out of him in spurts, streaking his dark skin with the thick white. He's writhing all the while, clutching at Shiro for dear life as he feels his seed being milk out of him by deft fingers, over the clearly sensitive, swollen, neglected spot inside him.

Confusion creases Shiro's brow for a moment and he pushes himself woozily back upright, pulling the blanket more tightly around him. "That's... No, I guess I hadn't realized. You and Lance and Pidge... You have families to return to. Something, someone to go back to. It's okay to want to go back. Nothing wrong with that."

He and Keith are the odd ones out, here, and he knows it. And now they know that they can find replacement pilots, he doesn't want to tie people down out here and keep them from their dreams.

It's glorious. He's glorious. "Yesss," Shiro hisses, elated. "That's my good boy, my good, sweet, perfect kitten. You're amazing. Look at you, look at all of that, just for me. You're doing so well. So well."

He doesn't stop moving in him, stroking that sweet spot, and as the spasms die down a little, he uses the sweet overstimulation to add a third finger into the mix. This should be enough to widen him out in preparation for Shiro in a few minutes, but it also helps him figure out if he really can just keep going, keep touching, and get Felih ready again in short order.

"S-Shiro- Shiro, Shiro- gods-! Nngh- haaahn-" Felih is crying out in ecstasy, unable to help himself, feeling himself being pushed and pushed and pushed from his very depths, urging more and more seed to spill from his pent-up body. The shaft continues to twitch and throb with each spurt he spills onto himself, painting his skin white and coating himself, left mewling as Shiro keeps stroking at the weak spot.

He's left quivering and nearly sobbing with bliss, overstimulation just leaving him so weak, a mess. The nubs along his swollen shaft have completely flared now, now firmer, but still so very sensitive. His walls stretch more easily around the added finger, though he keeps squeezing with the aftershocks and jolts his lover is spoiling him with, his shaft still twitching but now back to spurting precum.

Shiro wasn't giving his body much chance to settle down, but Felih was more than able to just keep going and going... His fingers still tangled into Shiro's hair, tugging as he gasps for breath, chest heaving, ears pinned down in complete submission and bliss. "L-Love you- gods- love you- i-it feels so good, too good, Shiro-!"

"I'm here, Felih," Shiro soothes, kissing his boyfriend's chest and darting his tongue over a nipple. "Took that so easily... Can you hear it?" The slick, wet sounds of three fingers sliding rhythmically in and out, perfecting the angle. They're almost hidden under Felih's beautiful sounds, but they're there if he listens. "Need me to slow down for a bit?" Not like there isn't more than enough options.

They have a traditional musicians exhibit at a museum nearby I thought you might enjoy. Today is the last day.

[ Midorima's not sure exactly how that position is working for Akashi and he's wondering if maybe he should move his hand after all to make Akashi more comfortable, but Akashi will say something if he isn't, won't he? ]

[ Mayuzumi's silence isn't at all comfortable, mostly since that's one of Mayuzumi's traits that Akashi's become aware of. He's not aware of his upperclassman's inner monologues though, and perhaps it may be better that remains oblivious to the fact.

If Mayuzumi doesn't want to strike a conversation, then Akashi will be the one to start... again. He would rather not sit next to someone in silence when during the cold. It's times like these that make people realise how alone they truly are. Akashi is no exception.

Besides, Mayuzumi will be graduating soon and after that, Akashi may not be able to see him again. ]

What do you want to talk about? [ It's not like they can talk about basketball. Mayuzumi didn't even show up for the graduating batch's send-off for the club. ]

The wet heat of Shiro's tongue moves over his nipple and there's a jolt, tail puffing up and starting to thump even harder against the nest as he rides out the fingering, going desperately weak. His ears are sensitive, more so than Hyuran ears, and he can hear what Shiro's talking about easily- lewd, obscene, but so very thrilling, knowing his mate is finger-fucking him so perfectly.

Each thrust strikes the most sensitive and needy part of him, and he hiccups and nearly sobs between mewls of pleasure, still gasping, feeling dizzy. The world is spinning and he can catch so many scents- Shiro's desire, his own, his own seed all over his torso and his lover's heavy, soothing scent.

He's so overstimulated now, the barbs along his shaft have softened but only half-way, not given a chance to fully relax with the way Shiro keeps spiking his pleasure higher and higher. "J-Just- hhhh- just need you- want you- godspleaseShiro- want toys- make me- toys- want you- want you when you can't be with me, filling me, please-" He's gasping and his mind is clouded and flooded with lust, his words stuttering and hitching on wanton moans and breathless pants.

"Absolutely," Shiro promises, smiling. "Even when I'm Infiltrating you can have me, that way. Nice to think about, you wuth your hips in the air and your face in the pillows, reaching back to push me into you as deep and as fast, as soft or as rough as you want. Maybe I can work out a way to add a lube resevoir so you can flood yourself when you want me to come in you. Fill you up till you're dripping with it, and you can just keep going 'cause I'll never soften up."

He curls his fingers to hit that point faster and more squarely. His tail curls up Felih's thigh to stroke over his balls and the base of his cock.

"Please, pleasepleasewantyouwantyouwantyou-" Felih whimpers, crying out, shuddering as Shiro teases and riles him with lewd fantasies, filthy words and images and ideas that leave the heat in him searing and flaring over and over. He sobs between whimpers and mewls, shaking and overwhelmed, feeling Shiro's fingers driving in harder and faster, right on the mark, and he feels soft teases of his lover's tail around his balls, his cock, pushing him further.

Twelve, he's so dizzy, he can hardly think, and his breathless begging becomes incoherent as his leg gives a half-kick from the overstimulation- a sharp jerk, before his hips do the same, bucking and snapping up.

His choked and desperate sounds of bliss turn into a scream this time, noisy and unrestrained. His fuse is short from being denied a chance to rest between orgasms, and the heat is burning in a ball deep in his hips, the pressure growing and pulsing until he bursts once more. A swell of the shaft, the flare of the barbs, the arch of his back and quivering tension in his muscles: he's reached peak all over again.

This time, his hips give short and shallow, but fierce little bucks, desperately thrusting into the air as his cock spurts and pumps another little flood of white over himself, his body clearly completely losing itself to the rush.

"Fuck." Soft and breathlessly awed, the word tumbles from Shiro's lips before he can stop himself. Well that worked. How is that even possible? You know what, it doesn't matter. Felih's having a pretty good time, apparently, and that's the important part here.

He shifts, letting his fingers slow down, and duxk his head to lick at the thick white seed coating Felih's beautiful skin. Let the poor boy breathe and recover a little. But all right - experiment successful. He really can fuck Felih through consecutive orgasms at the end of all this. Good... He'd hate to disappoint.

(A series of unfortunate events lead to the chill that threatens to literally freeze Kuroko in place. A sponsor for the schools that scored highest in the two cups sets the stage: a snowy hilltop beset by rows of warm cabins meant to battle a cold that would otherwise cut to the bone.

A kindness and an unfortunate condition create the players: Akashi and Kuroko are the only two left behind. Kuroko can only assume his team thought he was on the bus taking them to the skiing cabin, and Akashi seemed to have something to finish before joining the later in the day.

A storm unforeseen creates the problem: Akashi isn't going anywhere, and the cabins have since lost power. The owners were told that the schools were all going to the larger cabin that day, and the snow is too deep to travel and assure everything is empty. A canvas of white covers the cabin and traps them in place, a blanket far too treacherous to risk.

The combined elements would have fit in with any soap opera, but there's a very danger: Kuroko doesn't have the strongest constitution. Dressed in two shirts, a coat, gloves, a hat, and a scarf, he sits beneath a blanket, but it's a scant defense against the aggressive winds and still-falling snow.

Suddenly blinking, Kuroko looks at his own hands, as if unable to see them beneath the gloves, and then trains his light blue eyes on Akashi.)

Akashi-kun, I can't feel my hands.

(His voice is as monotone and void of emotions as usual, despite the dangerous statement.)

When Shiro finally slows down, Felih is shaking and shuddering, tears at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming rush. He's quivering like a leaf, his tail a frazzled mess of trembling, puffed-up fur, ears still pinned low as he becomes a limp, exhausted mess in their nest. His chest heaves, skin hot from the way his heart's been pounding, rushing blood through every ilm of him through all the pleasure.

He breathes.

He breathes, and gasps, and pants, trembling as Shiro's tongue cleans him up. Even his grip on Shiro's hair has gone slack- he's boneless, entire body just trying to make the world stop spinning, to get his lungs breathing properly.

But all through it, there's that rumbling, powerful purr, noisier than before, the purr making his breaths burr with the vibrations of it as he slowly winds down. It takes him many long moments before he can finally manage to form words again, and even then, they're interrupted by breathless whines.

"G-Gods above- S-Shiro... n-needed it... need it so much..." he moans low, eyes shutting as he still has his chest heave. He's pent up- and badly by the looks of it, the virile young Miqo'te biologically wired to keep going. After all, his body thinks he should be a Nunh, siring kits left and right- and it doesn't want to slow down any time soon. "N-Need you..."

ooc: I tend to play him post-Civil War, but WWII times work (most of his icons are from TFA because I've played him for so long and those were the only icons that were available then)

I think I would enjoy that, too.

[ It's a pity they aren't there right now! But this is fine, too. While it might be cold as hell and he can feel his toes slowly freezing, there are good things to find in something negative. In this case, it's being able to spend quality time with a friend. (Akashi, please be realistic.)

He sighs, probably the first sign of displeasure from the boy today. ]

Now I've become rather excited. [ And bummed that he can't check out that exhibit right now.

As for how he's seated, it truly isn't convenient, but he did say he likes holding Midorima's hand--warm and welcoming despite the other's dismissive nature. It's worth it??? ]

Shiro hums and the sound mingles beautifully with his rich, proud purr. "You have me, I promise. I'm not going anywhere. Breathe a minute and relax. I've got you." He runs the tip of his tongue along the length of Felih's shaft, teasing the flushed nubs before he returns to his self-appointed task. "I'll get you cleaned up and then we'll see what's next. Makes me wish I had a plug to fit you with for a bit."

"Nngh!" Felih's gives a sharp whimper when Shiro licks along his length, the tease over the nubs making him gasp as his hips twitch up an ilm against that wonderful tongue, the needy Miqo'te still instinctively rutting into the pleasure before he falls weak into the nest again.

His cheeks feel like they'll never stop burning, a trembling hand coming back up to comb through Shiro's hair again and again, his own purr still rumbling as he catches his breath, feels the soothing strokes of his mate's tongue lathing over his skin. His heart skips a beat at the mention of a plug, cock twitching and spurting another small bit of precum onto his skin as he shudders and clings tighter, his other hand on Shiro's shoulder.

"M-Me too," he mumbles quietly, weak below him, putty in his hands.

[Just when she came by to surprise him!!! on a cold day with his warm food and an extra scarf, the snow came down hard. One could say the timing was at least kind in that it allowed Sen to actually be inside instead of getting caught outside, but it doesn't discount the fact that Akashi and herself are now stuck in this excuse of a building that is more like a shed (wow) with very little power and a few provisions.

Also the fact that she's actually really bad with the cold so she's embarrassed that she is actually pressed so close to his side, teeth chattering.]

While I clearly did not think this one through as much as I should have, [Sen, it's a freak storm.] I am at least glad that you're not alone out here.

Snake shakes his head no gently. While, technically he's okay, his friends were having a harder time.

A banded snake sticks its head out of the blankets and Snake announces in a distinctly feminine voice, "'there's not enough firewood to keep us warm all night,' says Emily." He finishes speaking in his own voice with a worried expression.

"I'll add it to the list," Shiro soothes. "Maybe a few different sizes? Or shapes? We'll have to talk about it and decide what you'd like." It's relaxing to be pet like this - especially while he's cleaning. Feels like a reward almost. He'll have to remember that. He makes a point of getting the precum as well, sucking on Felih's tip till he can get the next bit too before settling carefully over his mate's stomach and hips and rubbing his cheek on Felih's breastbone. His purr rumbles through him, turning his body into something like a massive vibrator, exuding heat now that they've warmed up more. "That was amazing, kitten. Love you."

[ The cold is very bothersome and worrying, and Akashi doesn't want to succumb to it. He does whatever's in his power to make sure he and Kuroko don't end up getting sick or worse--frostbite. In this case, he goes around the cabin to look for something that can light the fireplace but he's unable to find anything.

He also has no idea how to use it but he was at least hoping to find a torch or something.

When Kuroko addresses him, his maternal instincts kick in and his concern for his friend grows. With brows furrowed, he walks up to Kuroko and kneels where the other is seated. The other is already wearing gloves but it seems it's not good enough. ]

Let me see them, Kuroko.

[ And by seeing them, Akashi means to take the gloves off as he's already taking his own to rub his palms together and generate some heat to pass onto Kuroko. ]

Felih blushes darkly, needing a few more moments to gather both his breath and his thoughts. His tail is still weak, but it comes up anyway to try and wrap around his lover, his beloved, every part of him just trying to hold onto him. He keeps petting and touching his mate, even sometimes managing the presence of mind to scratch behind the ears, before going back to petting him, combing fingers over his scalp with his claws unsheathed just enough to give Shiro some tingling as his fingers move over the skin.

Shiro tucking at his tip, however, has him giving a sharp whine, nearly a yelp, his shaft twitching between Shiro's lips and spilling another little spurt of precum onto his tongue before Shiro releases him. Felih whimpers then, squirming a little, fussy, overstimulated- but still craving touch. His own purr is easy to hear with Shiro so close to his chest, but Felih's chirping and clicking softly between little pants.

Kiss me-? Kiss me? Kiss-? Soft little chitters, his hands tugging weakly at Shiro to pull him up.

"L-Love you- love you- love you-"

His gold eyes are filled with the awed intensity of it.

(Their breaths are visible in the air, cold and thick, proof of their life. The wafts mingle together as Akashi moves closer, and Kuroko works to remove his gloves, but it's a slow and tedious process since numb fingers aren't known for their superior motor control.

Finally, his cold fingers are exposed to the colder air. Without complaint, he extends them toward his friend, apologetic for stealing his heat but realizing the danger behind the numbness.

Kuroko doesn't want to lose basketball.)

Akashi-kun...you're very warm.

(He isn't, but by comparison, he feels much better than the room around them.)

Huffing a soft laugh, Shiro lets himself be pulled up so they can kiss properly. Felih's the most energetic, vocal, and reactive partner he's ever had, and honestly? He loves it. Now that he's learning to read Felih better and determine when something is actually a problem, it's wonderful to be able to immediately see how whatever he's doing is affecting his sweet lover.

He rubs gently at the base of Felih's ears as they kiss, taking his time and letting Felih jitter as he wishes. Shiro will provide the steady, luxurious base, the tempo for their dance.

Felih is slowly but surely getting himself together again, and he purrs into their kiss, thrilled, so very eager and excited. But still, his initial fervent mouthing against Shiro's lips eventually softens and slows to match his mate's pace, helping him calm down a little. It's been so long since he could just be uninhibited, unrestrained, open and honest in bed.

And Shiro's the one making him feel safe enough to do it.

He's so happy, he purrs and purrs into the kiss until they part, purring even more at having his ears scratched. He just- loves good sex. And this is really, really, really good sex, and his mate- his mate!- is an angel in a Hyuran body, and Felih holds onto him tight as he nuzzles their noses together, sometimes brushing their lips together in soft, fleeting kisses.

"I want you to feel good, too," he murmurs softly, faces still so close.

cuddle meme .

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okay fine we're doin it

Snake's not all that likely to bite at least?

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