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Mids and fucks

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck! Here are some optional prompts, if you want 'em.
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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[ played as intersex ]

[ crosscanon welcome! ]

( graham reeks of damp animal, tufts of canine fur matted from sink-baths of hasty scrubbings, suds still glittering against the cuff of shirt sleeves, and pilled, attic-rotted flannel of ugly plaid. kurt can hear the pets scratching against the kitchen door, wet noses sniffing the musk of salted sweat and folded ears pricking at the little cries.

the boy came to the cabinesque home amongst forested pine and february puddles, because the case was closed, it was told, by a man who helps with the police, who had certified his innocence regarding the death of another adolescent. a brief visit turned to hours, abruptly standing in the kitchen in his rain-dripping school uniform, the other male muttering between glances through thick-framed lens, refuting such weeping-heart gratitudes — how had it begun, other than kurt aching to meet graham's indirect gaze, admiring the growth of dark, stiff hairs along the jaw, feeling the prickle of it against guided fingers, being pressed against the brick counter as if dough to be fondled, and, and, and —

the glasses knock and clatter against noses, and graham is the flavor of louisiana spice, the south cursing kurt's hesitant tongue, never having kissed before, not properly, not with open mouths and trembling in pneumonia-chilled clothing, and the baying of hounds from between a closed door. spittle spills when he rears back, an inch or two, to mumble: )

— mm. ( blushed pink and audible breaths and virgin-soft. ) about — your help — ( his knees are held together, the brass buckle of graham's belt catching against the soft summer cotton of his trousers. )