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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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As long as they don't learn otherwise, there won't be a problem. It was a necessary tale to obtain a lucky item.

[ It wasn't, it wasn't even the right one after all that... but he's in this deep already, there's no turning back. ]

Snake nods regarding the body heat, even if he is blushing. When she asks about the rest he starts pointing them each out, "Woodsworth, Webster, Wilde, Bronte, and Goethe. Says Oscar."

He stays stiff, not wanting to move in any way that would make Ami uncomfortable.

Shiro's hips twitch upward into Felih's rutting, throat convulsing around a hungry sound that dissolves into heavy breaths as his hand stills, flat, over the small of Felih's back. "Don't... Don't apologize," he manages. He sounds as much of a mess as he looks, flushed and smeared with tacky seed from both of them at one time or another. "You feel 'mazing. Don' know how I got so lucky." He blinks down at his mate with a smile to set the sea to shining, and carefully brushes Felih's bangs aside to let him lay a kiss on his forehead. "Y'r so good to me."

Ami nodded too, and if it had been anyone else, she might have caught onto the fact that he was blushing. Ami, though, only noticed that his face was now a little red, and she gave him a kind smile. "Are you alright? Your face is a little red," she told him.

But her face lit up when he spoke again. "Oh! You've named them after famous authors!"

Snake just diverts his gaze, trying to not blush more when he catches the naming pattern he had. He nods, "'I use the names of all my favourite authors,' says Oscar."

Remus has managed to drag some of his robes around Sirius as well before the elbowing starts, which limits Sirius' range of movements enough that those elbows to his sides that might have been quite hard are muffled to barely anything at all. Remus snorts and lays more of his weight on Sirius. He might be skinnier but he's taller, just enough to wrestle down that noble born sack of delicate sensibilities that he is. Squealing and all.

"That's because you're a wanker," Remus replies readily, not even trying to come up with an eloquent response to the martyrdom that Sirius has taken up as his mount. "The king wanker of all the wankers with a crown of dicks."

Sirius is a ball of heat within Remus' arms and he can't help but press tightly against him to preserve some of it between the two of them. Why didn't they take the time to bring some blankets at least?

Felih whimpers a bit as he ruts in, feeling the jolts working through his body as Shiro's hand teases over the base of his spine, the base of his tail, resting on the small of his back. When his hand stills, Felih is purring and cuddling more against him, nuzzling against every inch of skin he can find, contented, melting into him. His heart thrills at the praise, the sight of Shiro's smile- and the kiss to his forehead has him purring even louder than before.

"Love you," Felih murmurs quietly, still afraid to say it too loud, lest the fates conspire to steal Shiro away from him too. He kisses him, deep and slow, languidly, until he parts for breath- and he feels the swell and flare of his soft barbs fading, letting him start to slowly ease and nudge his way out, allowing for the veritable flood of thick, hot seed he's pumped into his mate to flow out. "M-Maybe I should clean us both up a little bit before we keep going... I... I swore I've stored some washcloths..."

[ Well, Midorima. You do you. Akashi's not going to try and change your ways, as odd as they may seem. ]

I'm sure nobody will talk to us, anyway. We'll be busy playing.

He doesn't want Felih to go, and for a moment he locks his legs in place to make sure he stays... then eases up and sighs regretfully. He makes a low noise as Felih works free and the warm flow begins. He's not usually one for mess... at least, he doesn't remember being interested in that. He was always good about at least toweling himself and his partner off before they slept. But at the moment there is something so primal about it that sates some deep-rooted urge. He's Felih's now, just as much as the other way around. But he's so empty now.

He remains sprawled, lounging in the cushions. Moving seems so extraneous. "C'n we cuddle?" he asks plaintively.

Felih is quick to pull a towel from his pocket dimension- thank the Twelve that he was able to store so much in it. He's quick to fold it and spread it under Shiro's hips, keeping the mess at least a little contained. He was quivering a bit himself, but still quite eager- and he cuddles Shiro contentedly, still between his legs- though as he cuddles, he ruts his textured cock over Shiro's balls, in short, firm, steady thrusts.

"Mmhm..." he affirms as he purrs and holds him, cuddling, but still rutting and unable to help himself. "I-I'll clean us up after you rest a bit. Otherwise we might get too messy..."

Shiro's all too pleased to snuggle Felih close, even if he's not expecting the friction that makes him shiver and moan. It's just a hair away from too much, which means he's loving it. "Whatever you want, kitten," he promises. "Don't care. Just want you here. With me." His tail seeks out Felih's and twines along it.

Felih purrs, snuggling and rutting a little longer, just enjoying the warmth of skin on skin and the comfort of Shiro's purr and presence. After letting his tail twine and toy with his mate's for a while, he slowly stops rutting, drawing back enough to pull a bottle out and soak a towel with its contents, starting to wipe his mate down- his chest, belly, his cock and balls and thighs, his legs- and any place Felih's seed still lingered.

"A handy thing- a cleansing disinfectant. Good for when there is lack of fresh water to bathe in," he mumbles. "Alchemy is a trade of mine." He cleans Shiro up carefully, before cleaning himself up- and the fluid, whatever it is, smells faintly of mint, something that seems to relax Felih considerably.

Once Felih feels cleaner, he preps the nest with clean, fresh towels, and purrs, and then lets a fingertip trail up along Shiro's shaft.

"Mm... how much energy do you have left, my love?" Felih purrs, nuzzling against his chest while his fingertips tease over the tip of his cock.

The mint tingles on the skin, but not so much as to cause trouble when in contact with the sensitive skin. Still, it makes Shiro squirm a little and make a few incoherent noises that sound suspiciously like squeaks of chagrin. "Felih, I can do that myself! You don't have to-- Mnngh!" His tail fluffs and quivers as Felih rubs it over his entrance. "Stars..." he murmurs breathlessly. "Or you can do that. That's. That's fine."

It's becoming more and more obvious that he's never actually lain with anyone who's been trained in this sort of thing. Which means all of his couplings must have been more spontaneous. People-based, not transactions, which is just further confirmed by his concern over his mate as Felih does more and more work.

"Sweetheart... really. Just tell me what needs doing, you don't have to do this all yourself. I want to help you, not be waited on hand and foot." The moment he can, he reaches out for Felih and cuddles him close against his chest, nuzzling fluffy ears and kissing his crown.

And of course, Felih surprises him again. He jerks, biting back a moan, and ducks his head against Felih's temple. "Nnngh... How much do you need me to have, 'cause I've got it. Stars, kitten, every time I think you've drained me you find a way of opening it up again in the most lovely ways. What can I do for you? Tell me."

He opens to it immediately now that he recognizes it for what it is, and he can't help but relax a little in spite of himself. This is the first time in so, so long that he hasn't... hurt. At all. There's not a single place that crackles with damaged nerves, or aches from overuse. No strain. Not even a phantom pain. He can breathe - a full, deep breath - without pain or stress on his lungs. Even his scars seem to have more flexibility.

Shiro looks down at his body, at hers, watching with wonder through the glow across his nose and cheeks. "Pinya... Look at this," he says softly. "Look at what you are doing. What you are choosing to do. You don't have to. There's always... You don't have to keep it all at bay for me. I'm used to it. It's just what my body is anymore. It won't heal further. So this? This is extra. This is just because you want, out of the goodness of your heart, you want me to feel better. You can't ever believe all that your enemies say. They specifically want to instill doubt in you and make you crumble. They know that they can use that to their own advantage. You've grown. You've tried to move away from that. You're actively making changes in your life. That's not an easy thing to do."

I'm sure you're right.

[ It isn't like Midorima opens himself up to make people think he's being friendly. It's just good to make sure that Akashi isn't caught off guard by it if it does come up! In his defense, he did also trade 50 goats for 1 old man that wasn't even really his lucky item so really they were the only winners of that lie.

It doesn't take them long to get to the arcade- since it was just down the street, it's only a brief walk. ]

Felih is content to work, clean his mate up, clean himself up- and then Shiro is fluffing and sounding a little frustrated and disgruntled, and Felih shrinks back instinctively. He seems more at ease to hear the endearment- Sweetheart. Something kind, safe, gentle, not angry.

Shiro pulls him down, pulls him close, and Felih purrs and melts against him, nuzzling and nuzzling into his chest. "...but I want to take care of you, too," he murmurs quietly, ears low, though he can't help chirping and purring at the nuzzles to his ears, the kisses to his head.

Still, when his mate suddenly jerks against his fingers, he purrs louder still and presses a smirk against Shiro's skin, tail coming up and arching over his back, wiggling mischievously. "For now...? I just... want you to lay back and rest..." he purrs, lips moving over Shiro's chest, kissing him, nibbling and sucking marks down over pale skin, over muscle, over his abdomen and further, further- until he's nuzzling at the base of Shiro's cock, ears lowering back a little to stay out of the way.

When his tongue first darts out, he laps at Shiro's balls- a quick, teasing flick of textured little bumps of a slightly rough tongue over the sensitive skin, and then a flat, broad lick that moves up slowly over the front cleft of the purse, tongue trailing up until it reaches the base of that lovely cock. And then he kisses at the sac, firm presses of his lips to the orbs within, humming into every kiss and gently sucking and nibbling, the gentlest teasing there between affectionate and playful nuzzles. Felih intends to just worship him a little while, tail playfully swishing over his spine in a self-satisfied way, still purring as he goes.

Letting others take care of him is hard. It's never been something that Shiro handles well - he's a terrible patient. And he's not even injured right now - this is all for his pleasure? Which is very odd to him. But it is really... really hard... to concentrate... when Felih keeps teasing him like that.

Shiro lifts his knees and spreads them as much as he can to give Felih more access. Anything too sharp gets his thighs twitching defensively, but he's well aware that it's not intentional, and keeps himself still and open. It's difficult not to squirm and wriggle and shift to get more of certain things, but his breathing and his voice betray him even so. Those long licks, and the teasing just behind his balls have him arching a little, stretching, gasping. Tension and heat coil slowly in his belly, tightening around his sac and cock and squeezing till somehow he produces a thick drop of pre that slides down the upper surface of his shaft. His tail finds Felih's arm and curls around it as if seeking an anchor.

Felih purrs more when Shiro's tail winds around his arm, finding the hold endearing- and he purrs, his mouth still carrying the rumbling from his lips to Shiro's skin. He's mouthing now, lips and tongue taunting and teasing at his balls with strokes and fondling, a textured wet warm tongue lathing over over the skin. When he sees that drop of pre spilling for him, his tail quivers and fluffs a little, and he moves his head to lap it up, letting that tongue stroke and lap at the shaft now. Between kisses, soft nibbles, gentle sucks against the skin to leave brief pink marks that quickly fade.

Shiro's squirming, and it's so very fun, so adorable to watch every last twitch and gasp, hear every moan- and while his mouth now starts to lavish attention at Shiro's cock, a hand comes up to cup and roll his sac in his palm, fingers, gently pressing and teasing but never enough to hurt- no, only ever enough to rile him, give him that little squeeze that comes with the building heat.

Felih's purring so loudly now that the rumbling carries through to Shiro every time his lips meet Shiro's skin, and so he's licking and sucking and kissing his way up and down that lovely shaft, letting his tongue tease at every last inch- taking care to slow down and press more firmly around the crown of his head, under the lip, at the rim of the foreskin, and lathing over the very very tip. The tip gets plenty of attention, licks and hums and kisses and little sucks wanting to get Shiro desperate for more.

He's ignoring his own desperate desire for now, ignoring the way his thick, swollen cock is pulsing and jerking between his thighs, his plump balls throbbing as he occasionally squirms, a subtle wiggle of his hips to try and relieve the ache.

[ says the weirdo with three blankets, a couch, and a space heater.

there'd been no clear purpose to his dash into the attic other than how akira had ducked beneath ryuji's well-meant intentions in dragging him into a competitive round of bingo, ann and makoto's had been sending terrifying looks at his hair, and yusuke and akashi's passive-aggressive debates about the effects of capitalism on modern art was beginning to spill over. akira had come by because one, the attic door had been open, and two, leblanc had a way of endearing a guy to the attic life. (three, he valued his life and his hair.) someone else being here, and making the place wealthier for it, hadn't been part of the plan.

hence, the corner squat. he feels perfectly justified in sitting two seats away from the space heater, curled haphazardly into himself. his phone's battery sign had been blinking in the red, waving him goodbye, when there's a voice that cuts through the dark and the silence.

only thing: if akira's given an inch, he had a tendency of taking a mile, a quirk that he doesn't remember to quell when he considers the offer, stands up, and plants his butt next to the heater, back to the couch. if he ends up sandwiched right between said heater and the couch's occupant to hoard the heat for himself like a defrosting lizard, it's all about that mile. he doesn't mean to do it until he's called out on it. ]

Thanks. So, what are you running from?

[ 'cause akira's got a list, and it's always nice to compare lists. ]

[ It looks like arcades even in another city looks the same, Akashi tells himself. He looks around to see if there's anything interesting to play -- of course there is. He still wants to try the basketball shooting game, but they really would be here forever if they tried to compete there. Oh, but he also did tell Midorima that he would win him a prize.

Yes, he should go look for a proper prize for Midorima now.

Akashi begins to scan the area. ]

Midorima, would you like an electric fan or a giant elephant toy?

[ Akashi happens to have found a game that offers both as the jackpot prize. It's... it's a whack-a-mole type game. ]

She smiles as she watches her magic cross Shiro's nose scar, it's far more adorable than it has any right to be, considering it's a scar. Her own litter her body; a star in her right shoulder, a cut that pierces through her sternum, fine, precise cuts that litter her thighs.

She's almost taken aback when Shiro speaks; Healing for her has always been a necessity, a job passed down from her brother, but he speaks like she's performing a miracle.

It's been a painfully long time since her Echo has rung so sweetly with the truth. Not the almost-song of someone believing they are speaking the truth, but the beautiful clarity of the Truth of Things. She hasn't felt it since Connor died.

She feels it now.

She can't help it. She starts to sob.

"Noct! Listen to me! Wake up!"

Was Insomnia located in the middle of the tropics or something? The Arctic Crevasse wasn't even that cold! It was apparently cold enough to make Noctis pass out in a corner in one of the abandoned cargo cars, though. What did the prince think he was doing, rooting around for loose potions? By the time Cloud managed to find Noctis on the train he had already stopped shivering. Cloud picked him up by the shoulders and tried to shake him awake, a serious challenge in the best of times, but downright dangerous right now. It seemed like a good time to start swearing. "Shiva's icy blue tits..."

Having grown up in Nibelheim meant that Cloud was very well acquainted with hypothermia and the methods used to combat it. The didn't have much time, but they did have a moving blanket pinned under one of the large empty crates. Cloud let go of Noctis long enough to grab the corner of the blanket, kick the crate off (damaging it in the process, send him the damned bill later), and yank it free. The blanket on a wood pallet, Noctis on the blanket (sorry for being rough), stripping both of their bodies down to the underwear, stuffing the cloth under and around Noct's body, then rolling both their bodies tightly together facing each other inside the blanket took more time than he would have liked...

Crap. Their phones were both pinned out of reach. Not that it would matter anyway. Calling the other tropical-paradise-raised guys over wasn't going to help Noctis if he was already a popsicle.

Sacrificing his own less-precious body heat in the process, Cloud wrapped both of his bare arms around Noct's head and held it against his shoulder. His ears were the most vulnerable followed by the tip of his nose and Cloud wanted to be sure to warm those first. Lying on the rough slats of wooden pallets on their sides like this would have been pretty uncomfortable if either of them were in any condition to care.

"Damn it, Noct. Would you just wake the hell up already?!"

Noct found himself going from one cart to the next, which soon turned into a chase of the endless length of the train. He’d been heading south for so long he nearly forgot why he had first started heading to the end of the train for. Once he got to the cargo cars he was in a strange mood; caught between memories and thoughts, desires and regrets. It seemed to only depress Noct and he ended up settling down on the crate to make sense of it.

Before he knew it he had fallen asleep. He had become so preoccupied and thoughtless he failed to take care of himself. It was like the chill seduced him and he followed, helpless to the winter’s call. To Shiva’s call and fallen under the cold spell of sleep.

He was unaware of Cloud’s attempt to rouse him, to warm him, to bring him back to consciousness. The spell successfully pulled him under and his body was weak. Subconsciously he had dived into a world of unkind dreams, which he knew all too well. Sometimes those dreams would cary similar themes, sometimes he would fall into the same dream and walk the course with minor adjustments in his journey through the dream. This particular dream, however, was one he had not experienced before but the theme was familiar as it had to do with him searching and being denied the find of something. The train was a part of his dreamworld, cars full of belongings yet void of any other people besides himself. Yet, he knew (somewhere) there were other people here; perhaps, in the dream, he was simply searching for another person.

Noct turned into Cloud, some time after the other had them both tightly bundled together, and murmured. “Hn. W…where..” The rest of his words would not make any sense and he soon quieted again as he continued to search in his dream.

The bow of her shoulders, the involuntary crumple of her face and sagging of her frame... it's all so very familiar to him. He's watched it in the mirror too many times to count.

He helps her shift to a more comfortable position and holds her close against his chest, shirt laced and pocked with glow from beneath. He doesn't have words for her now. She's needed this for such a long time. She just needs to get it all out. So he holds her. Very gently strokes her hair. Provides a solid foundation for her to lean into and soak with her tears. He's here, and he's not leaving, and he understands. Maybe that will be enough for now.

She gave a small smile, noticing the way he leaned into the touch, and found herself feeling guilty for not spending more time showing him how appreciated he was.

His trauma was obvious, and while she'd never want to pry, her own buried rage and sadness made her feel a connection to him that went deeper than that with the other Paladins. She loved them all, and they were her family, but Shiro...well. He was special to her, and very dear to her heart.

"You don't need to be honored, Shiro. If anything, I should be. It's a wonderful feeling to have my hair touched. I've missed it; it was a quite a common thing, at home..." She trailed off with a sigh, not wanting to spoil the mood.

"Thank you for staying here with me. I'm sorry you're having to play caretaker for me after my carelessness."

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poor pinya will she ever stop crying?

Maybe a bit too long?

:3 lovely, it was lovely. thank you~!

He won't hold it against her in the slightest

A BILLION YEARS LATER GOMEN