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This love has taken it's toll on me

ANOTHER LOVE MEME

Another love meme with multiple options to choose from! Is your love going to be easy? Sexy? Maybe just downright weird.

1. Post. Name, series, and preferences go in the subject! This meme is especially good for tagging people you don't know or trying crossovers you've always wanted to test out.
2.Go to RNG and roll 1-6 for a scenario type, then 1-10 for a scene.
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

_{.scene type.
1. sweet
2. fiery
3. frosty
4. doomed
5. freaky
6. sex

Prompts behind the cut}

.sweet.
1. appreciation → show appreciation for your lover! With words, a look, or whatever your choice way to display affection is!
2. cuddling → nothing wrong with a day of cuddling...
3. vacation → you're on a vacation! Wherever you want to be. Road trip, amusement park, Grand Canyon, etc.
4. family → you're visiting family! Maybe they find out about your relationship, maybe they already know, or however you want to play it out! Maybe you've got news you're starting a family by getting pregnant, adopting, or even getting a new pet.
5. acceptance → someone who disapproved of your relationship before suddenly approves. How's that feel to you and your lover?
6. surprise → you've planned a surprise! What is it?
7. date → first date, second date, hundredth date, etc. What are you doing for it?
8. candy → nothing like sharing candy or sweets with someone you love, right?
9. reunited → it's been awhile since you've seen each other and nothing can ruin this moment.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.fiery.
1. passionate → your love is heated and passionate.You've never wanted your lover's company quite like this before.
2. drawn together → no matter how you try to not need or be around each other, you're always drawn together.
3. make up → you've been fighting and now it's time to actually make peace.
4. stand tall → people oppose you or your relationship, but as long as you've got each other, you can deal.
5. in control → you're in control here and you need to remind your lover of that.
6. desperate → you're desperate for your lover's company.
7. jealousy → you're worried your lover isn't being faithful to you or is spending too much time with someone else. How do you deal? Or maybe they're just better than you in everyway and you know they'll realize it eventually.
8. keep up → sometimes you or your lover don't think you can keep up with the other and you're kind of worried. Or maybe you want to prove you.
9. mark up → you've got a desire to mark your lover through hickeys, jewelry, or tattoos. You want everyone to know they're taken.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.frosty.
1. uncommitted → you're not actually in a relationship. You just use each other. Or that's how one of you is starting to feel anyway.
2. last choice → You or your lover is an absolute last choice and you can't even pretend they're not.
3. anonymous → you don't know each other, you just meet up for anonymous hook ups. Maybe one isn't satisfied with that anymore.
4. fight → you're in a fighting mood.
5. cheating → you're cheating on your lovers with each other, either for love or for vengeance, or whatever else you can think of.
6. unloved → you really hate the person you're with, but you can use them in some useful way so you stick it out.
7. doubts → you're doubting yourself, your relationship, everything.
8. brush off → you or your lover is consistently brushing off your love or advances for some reason. What's the deal?
9. silent treatment → you're so mad, you can't even be around or talk to the other person.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.doomed.
1. forced → you or your lover is forcing the other to stay with them, manipulating them and threatening them to stay.
2. blackmailed → neither of you want to be together, but someone has you by the short hairs, so you just have to buck up.
3. cheated → you or your lover has cheated on the other. Was it a one time thing, a mistake, or is it because they fell in love? Maybe they were just angry or petty.
4. hate → you're both downright hated and hunted for being together, ridiculed and outcast.
5. break up → it's time to break it off, whether you want to or not.
6. porno → your relationship has been a secret until some random photos or videos of you and your lover show up in the mail. Are they trying to scare you? Is it a threat?
7. lies → your relationship is built on absolute lies.
8. betrayal → you've betrayed each other in some horrible way and it's time to fess up.
9. no trust → you or your lover don't trust each other due for some reason. Can a relationship survive this?
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.freaky.
1. dreams → you're not actually with the other person, but you have drawn them into your dream and they get to see all the filthy or fluffy things you do together in them. How do your eact when it's all over?
2. doll → you're entirely under the control of your lover. If they tell you to move, you move, if they tell you to undress, you undress.
3. ghost → you've died, but you get one last encounter with your lover... or encounters.
4. demon → you're no longer human, you're a demon through and through. You're going to use that person you care about however you please.
5. sleeping beauty → you've fallen into a coma and the only thing that can awaken you is a kiss or more from your lover.
6. pod person → you may look the same, act the same, but you're not and your lover knows it.
7. curse → you were cursed somehow, either with horrible luck or into a different form, or whatever you can come up with. How do you and your lover deal?
8. drugged → looks like someone at that party might have slipped you something. Either your lover has to rescue you or you're all over them in a very public place.
9. forbidden → yours is a forbidden love and it must be kept secret.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.sex.
1. rough → you want it rough and hard tonight. Bites, scratches, bruises, etc.
2. toys → you want to try some props tonight... toys or fuzzy handcuffs.
3. first time → it's your first time together or first time entirely.
4. bondage → more extreme. You're tied up, used, forced to orgasm, whatever.
5. make up → make up sex is the best sex.
6. extreme → extreme like blood play or fisting.
7. threesome/moresome → you're confident enough in your relationship to share on occasion, if you're both there. Either invite another player in or include an NPC.
8. public → you're feeling a little wild so why not a blowjob under the tablecloth in a restaurant or sex in the car?
9. interrupted → oh yes, oh yes, oh--who the hell is that watching us?!
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

[credit goes to mememaker @ LJ]

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[He's a terrible man for doing this. His hands snake downward, groping at his ass, and he can't help but need more. Souta had simply wanted to cuddle before, to hold Alois in his arms and let the boy rest against him. It's so difficult to concentrate on innocent things when the boy is so desirable in his eyes. How sick of him.

He breathes in calmly, amused and definitely adoring every reciprocated touch. He pulls away to look at the little blond prince (which he is in only his eyes).]

Touch me in return. Tell me how everything feels, what you want. That's all I want from you.

[ with that grope, the boy raises up in response for a blink of a moment, stomach and chest leaning into the body before him. ] I like when you touch me, Doctor Souta. [ a half lie. it's hard to enjoy anything thoroughly when you harbor such disdain for yourself, the filthy pliant curves, the black heart, and vulgar soul. ]

It always feels so nice, [ quietly, as he flattens his hand on the man's waist to glide and massage down to the outside of his leg, as close to his knee as he can reach, before running it back up. he bites down on a corner of his own bottom lip, before daring to squeeze the inside of the doctor's thigh. an adventurous test. ]

[His eyes are trained on the boy in front of him, every touch like electricity running through his veins. His hands grope and squeeze where they're still placed, fingers dipping and rubbing light circles over the material of his shorts. Souta listens to him intently, breathing in sharply at the squeeze.]

Is that right? Where does it feel best?

[He gives one last squeeze before he moves over those thighs again, dipping so his thumbs could run circles on the insides of both of them. His hand comes dangerously close to the front, but he moves away to move up his chest, playing with the outfit absentmindedly. Souta wants to hear more and see more, but first, there are things that must be taken off.]

Undress yourself for me. You can leave the stockings on, if you so wish.

[ for an instant, alois' insides begin to coil themselves with anticipation, but ah, the doctor's hand retreats, and they're stuck not unwinding, but neither coiling any tighter. simply taught, pricking, causing an unmistakable thirst within him. at souta's instruction, with a quivering inhalation, alois slips from his lap to stand less than a foot before him. then fingers and thumbs draw up to push the first pearly, polished button from the top of his blouse. he works his way down, undoing one after the other, and all the time never looks away, only watches souta's expression through long golden lashes.

the ruffle trimmed blouse slips from dainty shoulders and wrists, and then the boy is unfastening his shorts, before letting them drop around his ankles unceremoniously. what's left is a petite creature, who's slender shape and undeniably femininely plump hips and thighs are always poorly obscured with articles chosen to keep it covered. he's left the lace trimmed thigh-highs, and the frilly trimmed undergarment intended for girls (which also do a wretched job of obscuring). out of the shorts he steps, before hooking thumbs into the most intimate piece of clothing, and slowly draws them down his own legs, bending to help them over his knees, and then rises up to free them off an ankle. ]

Better? [ he asks, face tilted as he stands virtually stitch-less and white skinned in front of the doctor. ]

Edited 2012-02-12 20:11 (UTC)

[Souta leans back, taking in the show with his red eyes, not leaving Alois' body for a second. His hand comes to free himself out of his white jacket, tossing it carelessly over an arm on the sofa. He doesn't do anything else, too enraptured with the boy's show, his eyes taking in every detail. Beautiful. The creature before him is so beautiful. Angelic, maybe. With hair so golden and eyes so blue, what else could the doctor compare him to?

He licks his lips, shamelessly drinking it all up, the images and the boy's body getting the warmth to pool in his stomach. His eyes narrow a bit. Smirking, he brings his fingers to undo the buttons on his shirt. Watching Alois always made him far too hot. He wants to join in the boy's state of undress, anyway, wanting to feel his smooth body against his. The boy's little movements of getting the undergarments amuses him greatly, and once he stands up fully, the doctor grins more.]

Much better.

[Buttons come undone quickly and he shrugs out of the white shirt he wore, setting it next to the coat. Black pants remain, but they won't for long.]

Take these off. Then, I can go back to giving you all the affection you deserve.

[ alois gives the barest amused hum and approaches, stepping that tiny space closer, once again. for better leverage, he lowers himself to his knees, then reaches to undo the top button of souta's black trousers, next comes zipper, and finally the boy lifts up a bit to slip a few fingers under the waist band. with pale blue eyes secretively fixated on vivid red ones, he starts to work the doctor's pants down his hips, soft fingers and palms slipping deliberately across skin. ]

[He lifts his hips up to help Alois, a hand coming to touch and play with his blond hair. He hums in approval, watching him work delicately, the slightest of touches to his skin a jolt to Souta. He threads through his soft hair, unashamed to show how much he was straining in his boxers.]

Your fingers are so soft, Alois.

[ he smiles to himself a little first, then to souta when he peers back up. ] Do you like them? [ quaint and curiously, as he tugs those pants free. and, then he rests his stomach against the front of the sofa, crosses one ankle over the other behind him, and gingerly runs fingernails up one side of a leg before pressing and smoothing back to fingers. the other hand dares to go up the opposite leg, on the inside, and slips the tips of its fingers under the hem of those boxers, further, further, futher. slow, too, of course, until finally a thin knuckle can brush itself against the velvety flesh underneath. ]

No. I love them. I love every part of you.

[Perhaps he's just exaggerating. Souta lets him take his time, watching with excitement in his eyes as the boy touches and teases, his stomach clenching and his heart beating in anticipation. His hand slips, coming to caress and rest on one of Alois' cheeks, gentle and smooth as he dotes on the boy. His hands come to play with shoulders, smoothing over him as he focuses on keeping himself calm.]

[ loving something as despicable as himself has to be mercy or pity only, both maybe. then again, love of a body is much different than loving the garbage underneath. as for alois, he's horribly, and sometimes painfully, fond of the doctor, but there is nothing so terrifying as love. the fickleness of it. the fleetingness. the way it deserts and abandons. no, if he does love him, he'll keep it locked behind teeth.

besides, hadn't the doctor only just said himself it's better to show than tell? ]

You're so good to me, [ he murmurs, hoisting himself, and in the same instant that he wraps a little hand around that straining member, he very gently presses his lips against souta's own. he kisses sweet, and softly, and squeezes his fingers around the shaft, sliding hand up to the tip. ]

[His eyes watch the boy intently, looking for a semblance of a reaction. He'll pretend it goes over his head for now, pretend that he's impeccable at fooling him. Souta smirks, pushing upward toward the soft, tiny hand as it wraps around him. His lips follow Alois', a hand to the back of his head as he brings him in closer. He does his best to match the boy's sickeningly sweet kiss, though he himself is more of a rough kisser.

Deepening it slowly, he brings his hand down to join the other as it goes over the boy's smooth skin. He goes to his rear and squeezes again, separates and squeezes some more. His breathing comes in shakily against plush lips as the boy works his fingers just right over his length, and so he rewards him with gentler caresses. Souta slides his tongue against Alois' mouth, but he doesn't ask for entrance, as he's pulling away and kissing at his neck and shoulders, hands smoothing up his back.]

Where would I be without you?

[ eyes close themselves slow as the kiss is gently returned. he makes the pace around souta's cock quicker, little by little, and effortlessly. experience had knuckles knowing exactly where best to tighten themselves as that hand glides up and down, down and up. the soft tip of his thumb brushes over the slit, nudges the head affectionately. and, he too, takes in breaths that are in part whimpering and part trembling while hands grope his little ass. he sighs out deeply when lips venture to his neck, and the slim muscles under skin ache and tighten themselves pleasantly with the sensation of hands running up them.

the tiny giggle he lets is partially breathless. ] Probably getting a lot more work done.

[He groans quietly as the boy picks up the pace. It leaves him needing more, but he shows that with how his hips move in response to the stroking. Souta rakes his teeth over soft skin, chuckling against it and working his hands back down, going over his chest, thumbs rolling over nipples just briefly before dipping down. To return the favor, he slides his hand to Alois' cock, taking it and stroking gently, slowly. Another groan and he sucks on flesh briefly before kissing up to his neck, over the boy's jaw.]

Enjoying yourself, aren't you?

[ he draws in the tiniest breath and manages to resist quivering, even with delight, when souta's thumbs come to pass over certain hypersensitive places. he can't resist, however, once souta takes hold of him. there's a pause in his own stroking, and the boy curves slightly forward with a vaguely open-mouthed hum of appreciation. it would be a lie to say he isn't enjoying himself, every little thing gradually makes him feel hotter and hotter.

before answering, he wets his own lips tentatively. ]

It's your fault; your hands are much too nice.

I'll gladly take the blame.

[He squeezes gently, kissing his cheek with affection. Souta slowly pumps him, thumbing over the head, mimicking how the boy stroked him. He reaffirms his grip and moves his hand a bit faster, his other hand placed on a hip and squeezing gently.]

I want you to stop touching me for a bit. Move toward my hand. Let me see and feel every reaction of yours.

[ despite all the tingling, the tiny pleasurable pinpricks caused by souta's touch, the instruction makes him still an obscenely amount considering the situation. his heartbeat quickens, and his shoulders feel locked. he's thinking about how honest it will make him, how a thousand times more nude and vulnerable he'll become. he's not meant to to not touch, that's not how this is done. it's him who diligently works at pleasing someone else. he's never had anyone tell him to do this. 'touch here, more of that, move this way,' but never to quit, even for a moment, touching them.

a shuddering breath lets. he thinks about curling, about pulling souta's hair for asking it, and also about how happy he wants to make souta. and, if souta wants it, then the latter will have to win over every other frightened need, won't it?

he swallows a little, wills himself not to think about the apparent differences, and closes his eyes to hide himself as best he can away. hiding and displaying, contradicting in the same moment. then, he does as told, and shifts forward to pump himself against the doctor's hand. the movement, that grip itself, combine to make sigh out contentedly. he pulses intently in those fingers, before slowly sliding back, then forward once more.

habit makes him stop suddenly, and his face is a little pinker, fingers brace himself against sofa cushions. the strain of his heart makes him sigh again as he shakes his head, eyes downcast. ]

[Nothing pleases him more than breaking Alois down. Well, almost nothing else pleases him more. He strokes the hip where his hand had been, letting go so the boy could move. He gives an encouraging squeeze, eyes downward so he can watch those hips move, then upward so he can see the boy's face. Is he humiliated? Just embarrassed? Does it sicken him to move like this, ordered as though he were some pet? Souta has to wonder, has to analyze the situation. He can practically feel his heartbeat as his cock pulses against his fingers.

It's enough to make him grin more. He pumps him as a reward for making the effort, slides his palm up and down the shaft, dipping past his balls and to his ass. Caressing and kneading, he gives the lightest tap before putting his hand back in place.]

It's all right. Just let go of whatever it is that's holding you back.

[Souta murmurs quietly near his ear, hoping to encourage him more. While he does love forcing the boy into situations he would rather not be in, loves breaking him down a bit, he also loves building him back up, building him anew. He loves changing him into something more fit to his tastes. He wants to tear down what someone else has done to the poor thing and make everything his. It may seem futile and impossible, but Souta believes things are only impossible because someone else deems it to be so. If he thinks it's possible, it most certainly is possible.]

Everything is all right, you see? Relax and let go.

[ souta's hand slips further between his legs and alois takes a gasp in, while the small of his back curves faintly and his thighs, for a brief moment, shiver the smallest amount. his mouth feels dry, and so he swallows again, apprehensively and it's all he can manage for a reply when souta speaks close to his ear, softly reassuring. the things that hold him back he can't stop thinking of, he can't let go of, and its why his cheeks remain slightly rose colored.

but, he is an adaptable thing, isn't he? if he's to be preferable, he has to be obedient no matter what he's feeling or thinking. it's this knowledge and souta's encouragement, his presence, and alois reminding himself of it, that have the boy shifting hips forward once more. the first few rocks are slow, doubtful, maybe a little experimental, but the warmth of souta's hand and the friction grow to be too much.

soon, he's pumping himself into the doctor's grip responsively. for all his reacting, however, thoughts aren't so easily banished. he is humiliated. he doesn't want to be watched, and so he keeps his eyes locked on souta's legs, his own wrists, souta's arousal. anywhere but red eyes. ]

[Perfect. Souta only grins more and he allows Alois to take his time to adjust, coaxing him with slight squeezes and strokes of his fingers. He watches those hips, watches every movement and every shiver that goes through his body. He moves his palm against him, tightens his grip a little bit. The doctor reaches his free hand to stroke himself, needing to take the edge off the arousal he was feeling from watching the boy.]

That's it. Good boy.

[He squeezes the base of his own cock and strokes slowly, focusing on how he moves his hand against the boy's. He moves a little faster, but not by much.]

[ in spite of the shame, the sick unmoving lump at his collar bone that comes with it, alois keeps moving. he keeps pleasuring himself against the doctor's hand, watching soundlessly as souta squeezes even himself. that helps, even more than spoken approval, because it's seeing this which lets him know without a doubt that he's managing to delight the flower haired man before him. his skin warms with the copulation of desire and embarrassment just under the surface of it.

he has to keep his mouth scarcely open for better breathing. each passing moment, he quivers more, his entirety, and his cock strains threateningly in that hand. shakily, head bowing down further, he speaks, ] i- if I keep going, I'll ...

[These are just the reactions he wanted. Souta squeezes more, strokes and watches as his hips move back and forth in tiny thrusts. He listens to every quivering, shaky breath, feeling his body quiver as well. It's all so delightful.]

You'll... come? Go ahead. I said to let go, didn't I?

[His hand moves faster still, needing to get the boy to his climax. It's a desire and it consumes the doctor, his red eyes trained downward, the hand on his own cock stopping as it becomes all about the boy's release again. It furthers his arousal and desire in return, so it isn't all a selfless act. No, it was far more selfish than it could be selfless.]

[ reluctance, again, a flicker of it. what else can be done, though? for a remarkable few minutes longer, alois restrains himself. the doctor may have expressed permission, but there is still something foreign and bothersome about being the only one, or more, not having the doctor get off first.

he's young, though, and only human, only capable of so much. so, those few minutes pass, his thrusting becomes jerky, less rhythmic and more desperate. his thighs lock, his abdomen tightens, and with the smallest of whimpers he comes. little droplets of heated white trickling out of him, down souta's fingers and wrist, as the boy, trembling, slows down. he's panting. ]

[His hand only moves faster while Alois gets closer and closer to his edge, up until the boy is past it and spilling himself over his hand. He squeezes and moves his hand to pump out every drop, guiding him through the orgasm and watching the boy's flushed face, listening to every deep and shaky inhale. Souta slows his hand down while the boy's hips slow, and only pulls away once he's completely stopped. Bringing his hand up, he licks off all of the sticky release, his own arousal throbbing in need.

In due time, he'd have Alois tend to it. Right now, his tongue was busy cleaning his hand off, swallowing down the boy's taste and relishing in it. He hums in approval, wipes him clean and lifts him up to hold him close with ease. He rubs his back, strokes his hair. He works to calm him down, as if comforting him.]

Wasn't so hard, was it?

[ catching his breath, willing his heart to beat slower and more steadily, alois makes very certain not to watch as the doctor licks his hand. it's difficult to feel as though you're not grappling for some semblance of control in moments like these, bleary with afterglow of release. souta lifting him surprises him more than he'd like, than it would have ordinarily, and he gasps a little when he does, at last, look up at him.

despite the way being spotlighted makes him feel ugly, terrible, and small, souta's hands are still soothing. they do help, and alois rests against him, swallowing a little, heart beat gradually finding normalcy. no, the act itself wasn't hard at all, but the idea behind it ... ]

What about you? Don't you want to get off? [ he asks somewhat wearily as a little hand descends between them to brush fingertips against the doctor's arousal. ]

[He smooths his hands over soft skin, kissing his blond hair and keeping him close. Souta hums in response, pulling just a bit away, amusement in his red eyes.]

Of course I want to. I just wanted you to, first. Would you, ah, mind taking care of it?

[The doctor pushes ever so slightly to the ghosting of fingertips. His hand goes down his midback, trails upward and dances across his skin. He kisses at the skin he can reach, wanting to constantly feel the boy. His smoothness is one of Souta's biggest weaknesses. So clean, so flawless. It'll be the end of him, most likely.]

I can do it myself if you'd rather rest some more. You do look rather content.

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