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cuddle 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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His cock, freed from the tight hold that forced his orgasm down, forced him to hold back, finally reaches release. It throbs and pulses, twitching hard and spilling thick, hot ropes of seed down onto the towels, cock bobbing with the force of Shiro's thrusts slamming against his hips. It's long, it's continuous, he's not spurting in bursts like he was before. Now it's truly a broken dam, seed pouring as Shiro fucks him over the edge and beyond it, leaving him crying for him until he just can't anymore.
Shiro milks him dry from the inside, ramming against his prostate, forcing out the endless streams until Felih's just a quivering, mewling mess, walls clenching right around his mate's cock in an attempt to earn more seed from him, wanting to be filled, properly used ans sated and claimed.
When Felih's orgasm is finally spent, his cock still throbs, as if trying to spill what he no longer has, orgasm going dry as Shiro works him through it. He can't think- can't feel anything but searing heat and bliss, mind blank, head hazy. He doesn't realize he's started to drool a little onto the sheets, claws tangled in the fabric under him, entire body starting to go weak like a trembling ragdoll in Shiro's grip.
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Shiro finally slows to a stop. He should pull out. He's so hypersensitive right now that it's on the verge of painful to remain in. But as soon as he does, that'll be less full sensation for Felih, and that would be sad. So he rubs one palm slowly up and down Felih's back in an attempt to soothe.
"Breathe, kitten," he murmurs hoarsely. "R'member to breathe..."
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He’s boneless under his mate, shuddering, cock giving a few more throbs and twitches as his orgasm is pushed on with the aftershocks, making his spent body try so very hard to spill the seed he no longer has. He’s a mess, shuddering and weak, and when Shiro reminds him to breathe, he whimpers and starts to gasp. It’s desperate, shaky, entire body quaking under his and only held up by his lover’s firm grip on his hips. The soft rubs down his spine make him shiver, tail twitching and body tightening around his mate any time his palm strokes down towards the base of his tail, the small of his back.
“Nngh...! Ta- Takashi- Taka... shi...” he whimpers, reverent and weak mewls of his name as he trembles. He’s dizzy, and the sounds slur together slightly, Felih half muffled and drooling onto the towels and sheets where his face is pressed to the nest. He’s so- so well-fucked. So full, so sated...
And that noisy purr just won’t quit.
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He is, however, going to get the sopping towels out from under Felih before they both collapse. Into hammerspace? Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.
"'M gonna have to pull out in a minute, sweetheart,but then we can lay down and I'll hold you as long as you want, okay?" His own exhausted, proud purr matches Felih's at a lower pitch. "I love you."
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He purrs, exhausted in the best of ways, and he squirms as Shiro works on removing the towels. His thighs are a mess, even some drops of white still clinging to his abdomen- he needs a bath. Cum is probably all over the base of his tail and his fur by now. The kiss soothes him, but the mere mention of his mate pulling out makes him whimper.
It's a long, thin, drawn-out noise- he doesn't want to be empty, no, no... He kneads at the nest anxiously, fussy, his whines nearly demanding.
He's still panting too hard to speak just yet- but he still finds a way to make his feelings known. When his whines settle, he chirrups and trills, sweet and affectionate, adoring sounds.
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Gentle nuzzles and kisses trace the edge of Felih's ear before he straightens a bit and wraps a firm arm under Felih's hips. "Okay. One... Two..." He eases himself out and loses his breath in the process.
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But then Shiro has him held fast around the hips, and he draws back, leaving Felih empty and aching, another whine leaving him as his hips try to chase Shiro's.
The moment Shiro's out of him, he feels the seed spilling out of him and down his thighs, leaving him quivering- and finally, finally, Felih's swollen cock and its flared barbs start to soften and relax, marking him as truly spent and drained.
He's still limp and weak in Shiro's hold- it's the only thing keeping him up.
"Love... love you... love you so much..." he whimpers, trembling under him, still panting for breath. He feels so weak...
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He gathers his mate back against his chest and twines their legs, careful of his softening cock. "Just relax. You came so much - just like we wanted. So good for me. We'll get you a drink and tidy up here in a few minutes - I've got it covered. You just rest." He presses a kiss between Felih's ears.
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Well, he’s certainly not cold anymore, that’s for sure. Their makeshift nest is filled with warmth now, and if they’re lucky, whatever strange place they found themselves in will hopefully just be a passing phase of Liminal Space’s ever-changing moods. His fluffy tail is quick to sweep over and brush over Shiro’s legs, coiling around one if he can, ears still limp from his blissful exhaustion. The soft kiss between them earns his mate a chirp, and it’s far too easy to just let himself drift after being told to rest.
He feels so good... he’s floating on a cloud, not going to come down for a while- and his body is finally rid of the need he’d been bottling up for so long.
“Love you...” Felih repeats and it’s a whimper, sincere and overwhelmed, body still trembling. “So good, feels so good...”
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Still in a daze, Felih manages to purr and pant, "With how wonderful that felt...? I want that all the time..." He's a greedy thing, but he's lost his inhibitions at this point, far too delighted to be flustered or coy. He's just enjoying the comfort, nuzzling into the blankets, enjoying the cozy nest and his cozy mate.
"My mate... I love you," he murmurs again, so tired, tail curling a little tighter around Shiro's leg as they cuddle.
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He's so tuckered out, he really is just drifting, but he doesn't want to give in to sleep just yet- he wants to relish the cuddling, the warmth, the safety and comfort. He's glad his mate is cleaning them up, though- they both need it after the marathon sex they just had. He's happy to just press against him, letting Shiro do as he pleases.
"You're already fit," he mumbles with a sleepy little smile. "It'll be a fun workout..."
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He nuzzles and kisses and murmurs mixed endearments and instructions as he goes, careful over especially sensitive areas. When he's done them both, covering his own body much more quickly, he pulls a bottle of water from his hammerspace and lets Felih watch him crack it open. He takes a mouthful and then passes it over, making sure they both drink until the whole of it is gone. Then he pulls a soft blanket over them and nestles down for nothing but cuddles.
"How're you feeling?" he asks, checking in with his mate.
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He can't help but tremble and feel his hips twitch when Shiro inevitably cleans around his groin, but otherwise he's rather limp and just melting into the nest, into his mate.
He doesn't realize how thirsty he is until Shiro offers him water: at which point he starts to down it so quickly that some of it spills and drips down his chin, but he won't let go of the bottle until it's empty. Seeing Shiro show him the water is safe sets him at ease: no poison. Nothing dangerous. His mate is here. So he cuddles under the new soft blanket, nestling with his beloved, a purring puddle that tries to cuddle up in Shiro's arms.
"S-So good... so... tired..." he mumbles, nuzzling sleepily. "Love you so much... love you..." He can't help the way his tail tries to stubbornly coil around Shiro, as if still afraid he'll disappear.
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He's too quick to love, but so very guarded with his heart, so reluctant to admit it.
But here, here... here maybe it wasn't so risky to be in love. Maybe he could indulge this ache, this desire.
"Love you..." he mumbles sleepily, chirping and purring at him one more time, before he finally drifts off. He's always been a light sleeper, easily awoken and panicked, but... here, maybe he'll sleep a little easier.