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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 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.

[ a sigh and with a tiny smile, ] I'm happy to, though.

[ he shifts just a bit against him so that he may have better room for movement. then he wraps fingers and palm tightly around the head and slowly strokes the doctor's throbbing cock all the way to the balls, before coming slow back up, down, up—for now, continuing with this secure but lazy pass. a few slow strokes, until he couples gently twisting whenever his hand gets closer to the head again. ]

Then, by all means.

[He relaxes back, shifting his hips upward, letting out a full sigh as his hand moves slowly, almost tortuously over his length. Souta meets every twist with a happy inhale, the boy's fingers heavenly over his cock. It throbs with a heartbeat still, but he doesn't rush Alois. Clear liquid collects at the tip, but doesn't trickle down just yet.]

[ the boy tilts his head against souta's shoulder to look down, to watch, and with steady progression quickens those strokes. he nestles against him, then leans in close to tenderly kiss at his jaw line, while smoothing the pad of a thumb along the bubbling slit. he swirls it, and peppers kisses down the doctor's neck, tiny body slipping slowly downward against him. ]

[His breathing comes out a touch harder as his body responds to ever little touch, a jolt going down his spine at the slightest of kisses. Souta lets out a breathy chuckle, hands caressing a soft body and burying into blond hair once more. He squeezes and shoves upward without inhibitions, groaning and watching with pure lust.]

Wonderful, Alois. Absolutely wonderful.

[ it's all of it, heavier breathing, little movements, the doctor's words of praise, that have him smiling softly against him. he doesn't for a moment stop that pumping hand, though sometimes he slows for a tick, or squeezes more. still slowly descending, he adjusts to move and press his lips affectionately underneath the collarbone, down the chest, just under ribs. sometimes allowing a bit of tongue to run out against him. he makes it to the doctor's abdomen, before carefully releasing him and pulling away a bit. taking care of someone else is always easier, always, and so there's no hint of second-thoughts when alois is nudging between his legs. or, when he's taking his erection in hand again and lowering his head to run the tip of his tongue against the tip of it. eyes closing, squeezing up and down, he folds his lips over it and cradles the head with his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a satisfied hum. ]

[Souta knows very well this is what Alois feels comfortable with. He's so skilled and does it without restraint, does it amazingly at the same time. No one else could compare to him. He's an expert, but a refined one, not an expert in the way that'd make him some whore. He breathes out, licks his lips briefly and watches as the boy lowers himself. The sensation of his tongue is enough to make more of that precum bubble from the slit. The doctor relaxes, brushing his hand through his hair.]

Take as much as you can in your mouth.

[As always he says it. While he pushes Alois, he doesn't push him too much. Just a bit to break down barriers, but when it comes to the things the boy finds easy, he won't push him. It's strange that way.]

[ instinctively, he swallows when he feels and tastes that bit of precum against his tongue. with or without instruction, he'd take more, and so he does, slipping plush dampened lips and curling, pressing tongue against souta's cock as he goes. he's kneeling between the doctor's legs, and uses a hand to tightly grip and pump the base, faintly tickling fingers over the sack. he swallows in more than half way, just a little more than that, before pulling back, but he doesn't let off. no, he goes back down, swallows in more again, and keeps with this motion. occasionally, letting free diminutive moans around him. ]

[Every ministration gets a dull groan, which only increases in loudness as Alois swallows him down. He grips tighter into that hair, barely jerking him forward as he forces his hips to keep still. While fucking the pretty mouth is horribly tempting, he won't violate his throat just yet. No, not when the boy is treating him so well. Souta tugs lightly on hair, the moans going through his body. He lets soft murmurs fall from his lips, encouraging him, body desiring more.]

[ alois exhales out of his nose and releases half a whimper, shifting as close as he's able as though to soothe that tugging hand in his hair. he sucks for as long as he can, before breaking away to inhale and catch his breath. only a moment, though, before he's lowering in close again. he doesn't swallow him in just yet, but he does flatten and run his tongue from the base upward, curling it once or twice. until he gets to just under the head where that sensitive bundle of nerve endings lays, and teases it, licking, kissing, and tenderly sucking. ]

[Souta lets out another long hum, pushing forward a bit more. Alois' mouth does wonders, a small ache forming as he watched him, feeling himself just get closer and closer. It wouldn't be too long, though he would hold out to feel that tongue and that mouth some more, groaning and murmuring just how good it felt, letting the boy know how appreciated his work was. His hand stays comfortably in his hair, not tugging or pushing, but resting, threading lightly.]

How do I taste?

Really, really good, [ the word come from him a bit more breathy than he'd expected, wanton. where most boys or girls his age may have a hard time of it, may grow embarrassed at the simple thought, alois seems content to taste and suck the doctor's cock. just so long as it pleases souta, as long as he's gaining some kind of pleasure, and rewarding the boy with gentle fingers in his hair. attention is attention is attention, and alois is thankful for it. he licks and kisses a moment longer or so, before gulping him in once more, sliding mouth smoothly around him and sucking slowly downward, leisurely taking in centimeters with a soft hum. ]

[That's just what he wants to hear. He wants Alois to taste it all, to feel every inch of him in his mouth. He won't rush him still, only making the slightest pushes forward with his hips as he watches him intently, red eyes narrowed. His breathing could be heard with how heavy it was becoming, how aroused he was just by the slightest lick and kiss to his cock. He rewarded him more, pat him and combed through his hair, murmuring to him how wonderful he was, how skilled he was. Another low groan escaped him and he chuckled darkly after, pushing forward once he felt he had adjusted enough.]

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