A shiny penny. New, stretchy and clean socks. And what about a car fresh off the lot? There's something to be said for the fancy and new - but there are charm and comfort you just can't beat when it comes to the old faithfuls. Your favorite t-shirt, worn out in the shoulders. That warm blanket.
The person you've been with...well, forever.
how to play.
Comment with your character, prefs, etc.
All characters are welcome, as there are prompts for everyone - yes, including your grimdark antiheroes and playboy types.
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prompts.
special trip: enjoy the beaches of Florida or the twin-sun skies of Tatooine.
not the settling sort: how did you, of all people, settle down? nevermind, you might as well just reap the benefits.
new place: you two just can't keep your hands to yourselves. or your bodies off every piece of furniture you have.
night off: one of you is always busy, so time together is rare.
long distance: a more extreme version of the above. you two are married but don't live together, as one of you is always on the road...or on the run.
still so in love: no matter how long you've been together, the spark's still there.
hatesex: there's no spark here, as it's more like a raging inferno of resentment towards your insignificant other.
rekindle the spark: in continuation of spark talk, you guys are trying to recapture what you once had.
make-up sex: the best thing about marital spats? making up again!
romantic night: break out the chocolate and bubble bath.
still got it: they have no need for jealousy, as you have eyes only for them. you want to show them how beautiful they are.
domestically depraved: to the outside world, you're the Cleavers. in your own little world, you're still the perfect couple - just a bit kinky.
[ it was sometimes a little scary how easily keigo could find himself teasing ichigo like this. some days, it didn't hit him that this was his actual life and not some extended fantasy cooked up in his dreams. it was hard to remember sometimes when ichigo would do things like stroke his hair or tease him like this; any second now, he'd wake up and be back in his bed, alone.
that prevailing thought was interrupted, though, when ichigo tugged on his hair like that, eliciting a soft grunt and bringing a squint to his eyes. ]
Don't you, though?
[ keigo huffed, letting his hand drop down, fingers catching in the collar of his shirt as he sat up again. this time, he pressed his free hand into the cushion beside ichigo's thigh, propping himself up as he looked at him with a more or less predatory gaze. ]
I could think of a few more pressing matters to address... Why don't we celebrate havin' a place to ourselves? A place where we don't have to be quiet or secretive...
[ keigo's grin returned, cutting across his lips like a dagger, revealing a hint of his teeth. sometimes laying it on thick was the way to go, right? ]
[he raised an eyebrow as keigo huffed at him, something inside him pleased at the reaction. it seemed keigo's annoyance was relatively short-lived though as he sat up, ichigo protesting the movement with a small grunt, before keigo was eye-to-eye with him.
well. the new position was fine, too, really. ichigo had relatively few complaints.
keigo's got his full attention now, though, and he's not bothering to feign an interest in the cardboard littering their floor-- theirs, that made him weirdly warm and pleased as the thought passed him. but he couldn't really get sappy when keigo obviously had other plans.
his own fingers slid up keigo's side, pushing under his shirt to graze his skin, a low hum in his throat. ichigo's lips pulled into an answering smirk, the hand the had been playing with keigo's hair moving to rest against his neck instead.] How long do you want to bet it will take our neighbors to complain about us, in that case?
[ this was more his speed: the easy banter and the touching, leading up to something unspoken but yet still understood. keigo could remember the times where ichigo would have hesitated, now mostly a bygone era of their relationship in its earliest stages. honestly, it didn't feel that long ago...
anyway, keigo was content to keep things rolling now that ichigo was on board. keigo chuckled softly, sliding his thighs apart in such a way that he could easily seat himself in ichigo's lap, rather than lean awkwardly across it. with ichigo's palm cupping at his neck, keigo found it easy to lean forward into him, palms splayed against his chest. ]
Should we do a countdown, maybe? "Days since last incident," or something?
[ichigo had gotten used to this pretty quickly, all things considered. it had been incredibly embarrassing at the start, mostly because he was an overly suppressed idiot, but thankfully he seemed to be getting the hang of it now.
he leaned in with keigo, his forehead bumping against his gently as keigo made himself comfortable on top of him. his fingers curled over keigo's hip, thumb brushing over skin and bone with a comfortable sigh.]
Maybe. Could have a board for it. [he isn't really thinking too much about that now, more distracted instead by keigo's face so close to his own, and he doesn't give it a lot of thought before he's pushing in the last bit to cover keigo's mouth with his own, giving up this dumb discussion entirely in favor of something a lot more fun.]
[ it was a good thing that ichigo decided to take that initiative, because knowing keigo, he would have continued to talk coyly for the next ten minutes and really wasted their time. the only "drawback" was the surprised sound he made against ichigo's mouth, a gentle jolt rising up his spine from the sudden liplock.
but keigo quickly melded to the motion, palms pressing and kneading against ichigo's chest while his fingers tightened against his shirt. he leaned inward as they kissed, tongue toying with ichigo's bottom lip with little hesitation left. hell, if ichigo was going to open the door, keigo was sure as hell going to walk past the threshold. ]
[coy talk is nice and all but action is preferable in this situation. it was a lot easier these days to initiate physical contact with keigo now that they'd been together for a while, and he was going to take advantage of that.
that noise made his lips curl a little, hands tugging keigo closer on his lap as he felt him relaxing into him. it was nice, feeling his weight pressed against him, and he pushed his hand further up keigo's shirt to rub against his side. he let out a pleased sigh of his own as he felt keigo's tongue nudging against his lip, causing him to part his lips and swipe his tongue against keigo's lip in answer.]
[ with the kiss quickly graduating to something more heated and open-mouthed, keigo found little reason to hold back much. he boldly slid his tongue into ichigo's mouth without hesitation and craned his head at an angle to afford him that much more control of the kiss. for as much as he enjoyed ichigo taking initiative, it was sometimes difficult for keigo to relinquish his hold when he had it.
as they kissed, keigo hummed an amused note into ichigo's mouth, his spine curving in response to the contact between ichigo's hand and his skin. keigo definitely wouldn't protest to having those hands elsewhere on his body, though it was a good start. his own hands slowly gravitated up and down ichigo's chest, feeling the hard planes of his pectoral muscles with great interest and pointed attention to certain spots more than others. his goal was to inspire a reaction out of ichigo, maybe a whimper or a grunt, something that would signal just how much he was affecting him in that moment. ]
[ichigo shifted on the couch, hands moving to pull keigo closer while moving to accomadate him moving in. it was a little bit of a weird angle but keigo seemed to be working with it for now. if he could think ahead in this situation he might be worried that this wasn't exactly the best place to be doing this, but, well. keigo's mouth on his tended to keep him from thinking too much.
if keigo wanted the lead back it wouldn't exactly be difficult to take it from ichigo. he'd gotten more comfortable initiating and making it clear when he wanted things but, overall, he was fine letting keigo guide the action. he let out a small whimper as keigo's hands moved over his skin, nipping lightly at his lower lip as his own hands explored keigo's back. honestly, he could live without keigo having this shirt on anymore, but it wasn't easy to convince his hands to get off keigo's skin to accomplish that task.
[ being able to bring out those delightfully lewd sounds from ichigo fueled that sense of power that keigo became so addicted to. even the smallest whimper was such a thrill that emboldened keigo to take things a step further. humming suggestively against his mouth, he pushed forward, taking ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.
meanwhile, he slid his hands underneath the snug fabric of ichigo's shirt, hiking it up his body until he stopped at his chest again. with his palms and fingers, he felt ichigo up a bit more directly, alternating between groping and rubbing. ]
[ichigo exhaled sharply as keigo started to tease his lip, shifting in place from the restless urge to do something in retaliation. his fingers pressed in against his shoulder blades for now, holding him close as he submitted to his ministrations.
those long, thin fingers groping at his chest pulled a small hiss out of ichigo, making him squirm further against keigo. it just made him wonder how it was he still had his shirt on, really, even if keigo was doing a fine job with it still in place. his back arched slightly to push him into the touch, his own teeth nipping at keigo's upper lip in some small retaliation.]
[ taking the reins and steering ichigo where he wanted him to go could border on too empowering. keigo wasn't known for his restraint, and ichigo submitting to his whims meant being subjected to whatever filth happened to populate his mind at the moment. for example, rather than just remain stationary in ichigo's lap, keigo started to roll his hips forward, grinding down against him while they kissed. even ichigo's form of retaliation was taken in stride, though he couldn't stop himself from groaning softly against his lips in return.
gripping against ichigo's chest, keigo broke the kiss with a shallow huff, eyes half open as he looked down at him. all the while, he was slowly gyrating his hips, grinning. ]
You know where the lube is?
[ he certainly wasn't pulling any coy remarks at this point. he was past that stage, more willing to make it blatantly clear exactly what he wanted. ]
[really, ichigo didn't think he was in a bad position if keigo felt up to 'subjecting' him to whatever his mind cooked up. it wasn't as if he didn't usually end up enjoying what he did to him, after all. like keigo grinding down against him, it wasn't as if it didn't send a spark of arousal up ichigo's spine, making him groan softly and try to roll his hips up against keigo's own.
he blinked, though, at keigo's question, letting out a small confused noise at the question. it took a moment for his brain to catch up, before it clicked in his head that keigo wanted the lube. he frowned, looking around at the boxes all over the floor, past the living room and on the kitchen counters, perplexed.
he nuzzled at keigo's neck and let out a small hum.] No idea. In a box, probably. One of the bedroom ones? [he frowned a little bit more.] I don't think I put any in our day luggage or anything.
[ somehow, keigo could have predicted that this would happen. though he had no plans in advance for their little makeout session, it was just typical that a roadblock would present itself to them.
groaning in frustration, keigo slumped against ichigo momentarily, resting his head against his shoulder. his voice came out in dissonant whine, his fingers gripping hard at ichigo's chest. ]
Ughhh!! I want you to fuck me, damnit...!
[ how lewd. it was pretty bold of keigo to just say something like that... but he was well beyond the point of caring. ]
[ichigo isn't all that surprised this happened either. it seemed pretty typical for them to end up in a position like this. still, somehow, he'd figured keigo would have some kind of contingency for this.
guess not.
he snorted at keigo's words, eyes rolling at his whining, nevermind the slight flush at those words.] Well, I'll owe you when we find it then.
[until then! ichigo kind of nudged at keigo on him, trying to deliver the message to lie down on the couch anyway, pressing a kiss to his neck] I'm pretty sure we can figure something out without it.
[ no, this was the end of the world. nothing could possibly make this situation better. they were doomed! doomed to a fate of blue balls...
well, that penchant for the dramatic didn't really apply here, since ichigo's little hint was really all keigo needed to pick up the pieces of his broken and shattered dreams. in fact, his eyes lit up a bit, an excited flush coloring his face as he lifted his head to look at ichigo. that nudge wasn't missed, ichigo, and keigo wasn't going to let that go unrewarded. ]
Ah, you're right, huh?
[ with that, keigo removed his hands out from underneath ichigo's shirt, instead opting to loop his arms around his shoulders. with a sly look on his face, he started to pull to the side, urging ichigo to help him the rest of the way against the couch. ]
[leave it to keigo to be overly dramatic about this. sheesh. as much as he liked the idea of fucking keigo, getting intimate with him in any capacity was a win in his book.
it seemed that, at the end of the day, keigo was on the same page. and he was glad that he took the entirely unsubtle hint and started to move. ichigo shifted with him, hands steady at his waist as keigo moved onto the couch a little more firmly.
he chuckled at that, moving to lean over keigo as he laid down, his knees digging into the couch instead.] Works for me. [he might be trying to pull keigo's shirt off as he goes down on the couch-- it was just in the way at this point right?]
[ keigo was happy to continue onward, even if his original desires were ultimately put on hold. instant gratification was important to him even now and he was far too greedy to put a pin on this until they could find everything they needed. he moved easily with ichigo until he felt the soft give of the couch cushion under him, stopping halfway so that he could help ichigo with pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. ]
Uwah, it's a bit cold in here, isn't it?
[ an astute observation, one keigo probably didn't need to announce since the goosebumps that raked up and down his skin were pretty visible once the shirt was gone. with that out of the way, keigo settled against the couch, looking up at ichigo with expectant and half-lidded eyes. ]
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[ it was sometimes a little scary how easily keigo could find himself teasing ichigo like this. some days, it didn't hit him that this was his actual life and not some extended fantasy cooked up in his dreams. it was hard to remember sometimes when ichigo would do things like stroke his hair or tease him like this; any second now, he'd wake up and be back in his bed, alone.
that prevailing thought was interrupted, though, when ichigo tugged on his hair like that, eliciting a soft grunt and bringing a squint to his eyes. ]
Don't you, though?
[ keigo huffed, letting his hand drop down, fingers catching in the collar of his shirt as he sat up again. this time, he pressed his free hand into the cushion beside ichigo's thigh, propping himself up as he looked at him with a more or less predatory gaze. ]
I could think of a few more pressing matters to address... Why don't we celebrate havin' a place to ourselves? A place where we don't have to be quiet or secretive...
[ keigo's grin returned, cutting across his lips like a dagger, revealing a hint of his teeth. sometimes laying it on thick was the way to go, right? ]
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well. the new position was fine, too, really. ichigo had relatively few complaints.
keigo's got his full attention now, though, and he's not bothering to feign an interest in the cardboard littering their floor-- theirs, that made him weirdly warm and pleased as the thought passed him. but he couldn't really get sappy when keigo obviously had other plans.
his own fingers slid up keigo's side, pushing under his shirt to graze his skin, a low hum in his throat. ichigo's lips pulled into an answering smirk, the hand the had been playing with keigo's hair moving to rest against his neck instead.] How long do you want to bet it will take our neighbors to complain about us, in that case?
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[ this was more his speed: the easy banter and the touching, leading up to something unspoken but yet still understood. keigo could remember the times where ichigo would have hesitated, now mostly a bygone era of their relationship in its earliest stages. honestly, it didn't feel that long ago...
anyway, keigo was content to keep things rolling now that ichigo was on board. keigo chuckled softly, sliding his thighs apart in such a way that he could easily seat himself in ichigo's lap, rather than lean awkwardly across it. with ichigo's palm cupping at his neck, keigo found it easy to lean forward into him, palms splayed against his chest. ]
Should we do a countdown, maybe? "Days since last incident," or something?
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he leaned in with keigo, his forehead bumping against his gently as keigo made himself comfortable on top of him. his fingers curled over keigo's hip, thumb brushing over skin and bone with a comfortable sigh.]
Maybe. Could have a board for it. [he isn't really thinking too much about that now, more distracted instead by keigo's face so close to his own, and he doesn't give it a lot of thought before he's pushing in the last bit to cover keigo's mouth with his own, giving up this dumb discussion entirely in favor of something a lot more fun.]
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[ it was a good thing that ichigo decided to take that initiative, because knowing keigo, he would have continued to talk coyly for the next ten minutes and really wasted their time. the only "drawback" was the surprised sound he made against ichigo's mouth, a gentle jolt rising up his spine from the sudden liplock.
but keigo quickly melded to the motion, palms pressing and kneading against ichigo's chest while his fingers tightened against his shirt. he leaned inward as they kissed, tongue toying with ichigo's bottom lip with little hesitation left. hell, if ichigo was going to open the door, keigo was sure as hell going to walk past the threshold. ]
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that noise made his lips curl a little, hands tugging keigo closer on his lap as he felt him relaxing into him. it was nice, feeling his weight pressed against him, and he pushed his hand further up keigo's shirt to rub against his side. he let out a pleased sigh of his own as he felt keigo's tongue nudging against his lip, causing him to part his lips and swipe his tongue against keigo's lip in answer.]
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[ with the kiss quickly graduating to something more heated and open-mouthed, keigo found little reason to hold back much. he boldly slid his tongue into ichigo's mouth without hesitation and craned his head at an angle to afford him that much more control of the kiss. for as much as he enjoyed ichigo taking initiative, it was sometimes difficult for keigo to relinquish his hold when he had it.
as they kissed, keigo hummed an amused note into ichigo's mouth, his spine curving in response to the contact between ichigo's hand and his skin. keigo definitely wouldn't protest to having those hands elsewhere on his body, though it was a good start. his own hands slowly gravitated up and down ichigo's chest, feeling the hard planes of his pectoral muscles with great interest and pointed attention to certain spots more than others. his goal was to inspire a reaction out of ichigo, maybe a whimper or a grunt, something that would signal just how much he was affecting him in that moment. ]
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if keigo wanted the lead back it wouldn't exactly be difficult to take it from ichigo. he'd gotten more comfortable initiating and making it clear when he wanted things but, overall, he was fine letting keigo guide the action. he let out a small whimper as keigo's hands moved over his skin, nipping lightly at his lower lip as his own hands explored keigo's back. honestly, he could live without keigo having this shirt on anymore, but it wasn't easy to convince his hands to get off keigo's skin to accomplish that task.
at least yet.]
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[ being able to bring out those delightfully lewd sounds from ichigo fueled that sense of power that keigo became so addicted to. even the smallest whimper was such a thrill that emboldened keigo to take things a step further. humming suggestively against his mouth, he pushed forward, taking ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.
meanwhile, he slid his hands underneath the snug fabric of ichigo's shirt, hiking it up his body until he stopped at his chest again. with his palms and fingers, he felt ichigo up a bit more directly, alternating between groping and rubbing. ]
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those long, thin fingers groping at his chest pulled a small hiss out of ichigo, making him squirm further against keigo. it just made him wonder how it was he still had his shirt on, really, even if keigo was doing a fine job with it still in place. his back arched slightly to push him into the touch, his own teeth nipping at keigo's upper lip in some small retaliation.]
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[ taking the reins and steering ichigo where he wanted him to go could border on too empowering. keigo wasn't known for his restraint, and ichigo submitting to his whims meant being subjected to whatever filth happened to populate his mind at the moment. for example, rather than just remain stationary in ichigo's lap, keigo started to roll his hips forward, grinding down against him while they kissed. even ichigo's form of retaliation was taken in stride, though he couldn't stop himself from groaning softly against his lips in return.
gripping against ichigo's chest, keigo broke the kiss with a shallow huff, eyes half open as he looked down at him. all the while, he was slowly gyrating his hips, grinning. ]
You know where the lube is?
[ he certainly wasn't pulling any coy remarks at this point. he was past that stage, more willing to make it blatantly clear exactly what he wanted. ]
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he blinked, though, at keigo's question, letting out a small confused noise at the question. it took a moment for his brain to catch up, before it clicked in his head that keigo wanted the lube. he frowned, looking around at the boxes all over the floor, past the living room and on the kitchen counters, perplexed.
he nuzzled at keigo's neck and let out a small hum.] No idea. In a box, probably. One of the bedroom ones? [he frowned a little bit more.] I don't think I put any in our day luggage or anything.
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[ somehow, keigo could have predicted that this would happen. though he had no plans in advance for their little makeout session, it was just typical that a roadblock would present itself to them.
groaning in frustration, keigo slumped against ichigo momentarily, resting his head against his shoulder. his voice came out in dissonant whine, his fingers gripping hard at ichigo's chest. ]
Ughhh!! I want you to fuck me, damnit...!
[ how lewd. it was pretty bold of keigo to just say something like that... but he was well beyond the point of caring. ]
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guess not.
he snorted at keigo's words, eyes rolling at his whining, nevermind the slight flush at those words.] Well, I'll owe you when we find it then.
[until then! ichigo kind of nudged at keigo on him, trying to deliver the message to lie down on the couch anyway, pressing a kiss to his neck] I'm pretty sure we can figure something out without it.
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[ no, this was the end of the world. nothing could possibly make this situation better. they were doomed! doomed to a fate of blue balls...
well, that penchant for the dramatic didn't really apply here, since ichigo's little hint was really all keigo needed to pick up the pieces of his broken and shattered dreams. in fact, his eyes lit up a bit, an excited flush coloring his face as he lifted his head to look at ichigo. that nudge wasn't missed, ichigo, and keigo wasn't going to let that go unrewarded. ]
Ah, you're right, huh?
[ with that, keigo removed his hands out from underneath ichigo's shirt, instead opting to loop his arms around his shoulders. with a sly look on his face, he started to pull to the side, urging ichigo to help him the rest of the way against the couch. ]
Let's improvise, then.
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it seemed that, at the end of the day, keigo was on the same page. and he was glad that he took the entirely unsubtle hint and started to move. ichigo shifted with him, hands steady at his waist as keigo moved onto the couch a little more firmly.
he chuckled at that, moving to lean over keigo as he laid down, his knees digging into the couch instead.] Works for me. [he might be trying to pull keigo's shirt off as he goes down on the couch-- it was just in the way at this point right?]
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Uwah, it's a bit cold in here, isn't it?
[ an astute observation, one keigo probably didn't need to announce since the goosebumps that raked up and down his skin were pretty visible once the shirt was gone. with that out of the way, keigo settled against the couch, looking up at ichigo with expectant and half-lidded eyes. ]