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UNUSUAL STIMULATION

(a smut meme)

Sometimes, people get off in the strangest ways whether intentionally or by accidental discovery.

- post your character, series title, and preferences in the subject.
- others go to RNG to get a scenario. Roll 1-2 for either accidental or intentional (or just choose whatever fits!), then 1-6 for what's happening. They can either be the ones stumbling in/stimulating the thread starter or being the ones stimulated themselves.
- Play it out!

.accidental.
↳ 1. friction
What started in playful wrestling, dancing, or any other activity that would get you rubbing up against someone (or thing!) has caused an unexpected reaction! Your partner has kind of figured it out too... question is, do they keep it up or push you away?
↳ 2. good vibrations
Maybe you've been caught taking advantage of the washer during spin cycle, taking a ride with another person on a motorcycle, or you're finding some other unusual vibration a little too enjoyable to hide. Same as above, does your partner help you out or are they freaked?
↳ 3. there's an app
You're in a tight space, settled just right on someone's lap, or maybe you just thought you'd have a little fun with the vibration function on your phone and got caught.
↳ 4. unusual props
You're feeling a little kinkier than usual and unfortunately, you don't have any toys around. Time to improvise! Spanked with the back of a brush, tied with scarves or actual ties, finding a whole new use for cucumbers besides salads, whatever...
↳ 5. fun in the tub
There are a lot of ways to get stimulation in the water! Detachable showerheads, faucets, or just plain getting a little to excited when your partner just intends to wash you. There are also jets aimed (in)appropriately in hot tubs and getting frisky swimming.
↳ 6. your choice
Don't see something here? Want to combine a couple option? Do it here!

.intentional.
↳ 1. friction
You got a craving to see how desperate your lover can be to get off. It might have started off as innocent or maybe you were trying to get them worked up, but you expect them to get off just by grinding against you or another object for friction.
↳ 2. good vibrations
There are a lot of things that vibrate and you suddenly want to test them out on your lover...
↳ 3. there's an app
You make sure the phone in your pocket is pressed just right up against your lover in a tight space or while they're settled in your lap or you just outright press it up against them an start calling to get them off.
↳ 4. unusual props
You're feeling kinky and you don't want to go out of your way to get a toy, so it's just whatever is around. Maybe there was even some planning before hand and you both just get off on the idea of using something around the house for a change.
↳ 5. fun in the tub
There are a lot of ways to get off in the water an you're determined to show your lover.
↳ 6. your choice
Don't see something here? Want to combine a couple option? Do it here!

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[ Delic's inhaling tickles his neck, making tiny follicles of hair stand on end. The clumps of dark hair on his forehead had already began to cling together with sweat. He feels absolutely disgusting and swears to run into his shower first thing getting home, but at the same time the heat pressing against his ass was a welcome distraction from that less-than-tidy feeling.

His fingers were sticking together, sweaty and still insistent on not letting go of the host's shaft, even ignoring the increased friction between the two. But as the space became more cramped, their grip loosened. ]

Try not to attract too much attention...

Have you seen me, Iza-chan? I always do. [ All the same, he makes sure to spread his body out further against Izaya's own, making sure that he could keep the brunet shielded from view. He didn't need anyone else getting off to the brunet's expression, after all. He didn't think Shizuo would like that very much.

He probably wouldn't like this either, he though with a grin as he slicked himself up with a bottle of lubricant he conveniently carried around for purposes like this. The cool gel was murder on flesh that had been heated by Izaya's touch, but the thought that he was going to be buried in something hotter and tighter than the informant's hands was a welcome one.

The train gave another hard lurch as he set his hands on Izaya's hips and gently pulled him back, lifting the brunet's bottom in the air for easier access. With another quick glance around he shifts a little bit forward, the hot, wet tip of his erection glancing against the man's pert backside, then notches himself into the informant's waiting entrance and eases inside. ]

Not as loose as I thought you'd be... [ He murmurs, the hand not on Izaya's hip slipping around to jerk him off as an afterthought. ] It's been a while, huh?

That's precisely what I'm worried about.

[ His nose twitched at the smell of the lube. He didn't dislike it, but he was able to perceive its strength much more easily than normal. Combined with the body odor of most of his fellow passengers, it wasn't at all pleasant. Izaya's only olfactory savior was Delic's equally strong cologne, though not necessarily his scent of choice. It was the lesser of two evils.

He didn't resist the host basically manhandling him; he was being comparatively gentle. The hasty nature of his entering was nothing new, either. But as experienced as he was, he still clenched tightly, tense and nervous and nearly hurting. Maybe Delic didn't have to skimp on the lubricant.

The main issue he had was that the train was moving more than either of them combined. Izaya thought he couldn't have been that tight that he rendered the dick inside him completely immobile. Maybe the blond really was being slow as all hell, or Izaya was being more impatient, more expectant. Either way, he grunts, trying to goad the host into acting. ]

Don't tell me I have to egg you on like your clients do. Should I beg and moan your name, or are you going to do something all by yourself?

[ You know you like his cologne, don't lie. It beat smelling like cigarette smoke like Shizuo did, he knew, even if his own special brand of cigarettes still exuded fumes. At least they were more fragrant, if not a little weak. ]

Some begging would be nice.. [ As he waits for Izaya's fluttering entrance to adjust, he'll run his hands over the brunet's thighs, mapping out the curves of flesh there before dropping them to his erection and pumping him fluidly. A teasing squeeze is delivered to the base, his long, elegant fingers tracing down to where they're joined with an exaggerated moan against the nape of Izaya's neck. ]

Or do you need some convincing? Because I'm pretty damn good at that. [ He rocks his hips forward, seeking out the spot deep inside the brunet he knows all too well and rubbing the head of his erection against it ruthlessly. ] Ne, Izaya-kun?

[ As big a fan of instant gratification he is, Izaya isn't willing to make this some quick going-at and let Delic get away with it. He was going to make him work, and could care less if he himself was going to have to wait. Of course, if he didn't pull it off well enough, the informant was going to be a bit upset with him.

Still, pretending to humor the host would be amusing, if only he gave the reactions Izaya would want to see. He glances back to see if anyone was watching, and almost frowns since no one bothered to care about the current bout of debauchery going on. He makes his breathing more shallow, grabbing hold of Delic's free hand as if to be affectionate. Slowly, he pulls it closer to his face and nuzzles it. ]

Just... do what you have to, okay?

[ The feigned weakness in his voice caused Izaya's stomach to turn, and he was almost certain that the blond could pick up on it, and didn't care either way. With the prodding heat so, so close to its destination, a weak stomach was better than nothing. ]

[ There's a beat of silence during which Delic curls his fingers over Izaya's cheek and strokes, furthering this faux lover's act they're putting on for whoever happens to be watching. He goes on to wrap his free hand around Izaya's waist, inadvertently (or purposely) pulling the brunet deeper onto his erection and bending to whisper in his ear. ]

Is that really the best you can do, Iza-chan..? C'mon... [ He gyrates his hips, making sure that he's deep enough to continually stimulate that bundle of nerves inside Izaya, but probably nowhere near as hard as the brunet wanted it. ]

I've heard you. I know you can beg better than that.

[ His tongue lets slip and he releases a moan of significant volume. Izaya tries to pull the arm away from his body, but he has very little willpower or strength left in him. He doesn't retort with his usual harshness, but instead strains a quiet whisper. ]

Harder, Delic... fuck me harder...

[ And he's being honest about that request. He already knows that Delic is in deep, but he grinds himself back against his waist to encourage further motion. His grip on the train's frame was almost lost in the process, hands sweatier than ever. But he catches himself, inadvertently thrusting his hips against the cool metal and glass. ]

[ Now that's what he wanted to hear. He could never be as rough as Shizuo was, but he was more than capable of making it up in other ways. At least this way, Izaya wouldn't have to worry about bruises and bitemarks in the morning, even if Delic had a sneaking suspicion Izaya was a kinky bastard who liked that sort of thing. ]

As you wish, Princess. [ He murmured with a wry, shit-eating grin snaking across his features. Both hands dipped down into the hollow of Izaya's hipbones and further down to between his legs, where he pried them apart further to feel the brunet's body constricting tighter around his erection. He's deep; he's pretty sure Izaya can feel him pulsing inside him, and with a quick glance on either side of them to make sure no one was watching, he bites down on Izaya's neck and pulls himself out slowly ... before slamming in again, hard enough to shove Izaya forward against the window and then some.

Without even waiting to hear Izaya's gasps of pleasure, he repeats this movement again, and again, and again, until he's settled into a rhythm that's more hard, fast thrusts than anything. On each push into the informant's body he makes sure to plunge in as deep as he can go and grind against that spot deep inside him to make him go crazy, while with every pull out he circles a hand around the base of Izaya's erection and pumps him with increasingly sloppy sounds of slickness. ]

[ The whole two meter radius in the immediate area was becoming a mess, and not the sort usually found on Tokyo's otherwise pristine railway cars. Izaya was almost certain that a film of fluids was already developing on the floor beneath him and was thankful he still had his shoes on. Getting those clean, along with the rest of his clothing, was another matter entirely. Right now, he had to deal with the assault on his prostate; it was a pleasure that he hadn't really felt in a long time.

In his mind were a million and a half retorts to counter Delic's little appellation, but he found himself physically unable to verbalize them. One, because his mouth was shut about ninety percent of the time, trying as hard as he could to keep quiet and not attract attention; two, when he did open his mouth, all could come out were gasps, moans and a multitude of variations that were supposed to be the blond's name. It was embarrassing, being rendered so speechless. But it couldn't be helped. And least of all he was curious to see what sort of expressions the host was making. After struggling, Izaya finally found himself able to speak, if not extremely quietly. ]

Turn me around, Delic, if you can-- ah.

[ Delic, for the most part, was having a tough time not groaning and moaning right along with the informant. His fingers on Izaya's hips were tightening with each push and pull until he was slamming brutally into the brunet's body hard enough for the other train occupants to hear.... that is, if they weren't too busy either reading magazines or listening to music. Even if they weren't, the sound of train rattling along the tracks was more than enough to drown out the lewd noises they were making, so there were no worries there. ]

Fuck... [ His normally composed demeanor was quickly disintegrating. Izaya was tight, and just so perfect around him it was hard to think of much else. He didn't want to think of much else except the way he fit perfectly inside him or the way that the brunet's sweet spot felt as he rubbed the tip of his erection against it, over and over until he felt like he would go mad. ] I can see why it doesn't take much for Shizuo to chase you around... An ass that feels this great? I wouldn't let you go.

[ At Izaya's request he pauses in his stroking and lets out a breathless chuckle. ]

Is that supposed to piss me off? Make me angry?

Turn yourself around, Izaya. [ He presses in impossibly deep, forcing himself to the hilt. ] If you can.

[ That's right. Even with the same face, Delic would not react to his taunts as easily as Shizuo. It was in the average host's repertoire to be able to deal with clients teasing them, and this host was far, far from average. Not in skill, not in physicality. The girth inside him was enough to prove that. He had been able to unravel Izaya to this point, and few people had been able to do that previously.

But of course he could turn around. There was a sort of pain that came with his slow move off of Delic's length. Not typical pain, but a sort of emptiness that felt far too long within the few moments that he had to turn around and almost collapse against the cool glass. Izaya's focus once about-faced was the most apparent place. It was more to avoid his inevitable arrogant grin than anything, but being able to gauge how big the blond exactly was gave him a sense of accomplishment. Out of reflex, he reaches his sweaty hands towards his broad shoulders for support. His glazed eyes move upward, focusing on the gaze he was trying to avoid. ]

We'll be approaching Shinjuku Station soon... but I think Namie can deal without me for a little while longer.

[ Delic let out a low whistle. ] Skipping work, huh? Am I that much of a bad influence on you? [ He didn't waste any more time, though, and, with one hand on Izaya's hip, angled himself just right to drive himself back inside. Those few seconds outside of the tight, wet heat of Izaya's body was sheer torture; he had to resist letting out a content "tadaima" once he was back in, but his fingers stroking Izaya's hip should have been indication enough of his relief.

He wasn't going to waste any time now. While Izaya didn't have anywhere to be, there was no telling how many people would get off at the Shinjuku Station stop. He wasn't quite well known enough for this to be a scandalous thing, but if word reached back to the club...

Well, it would be publicity, but not the good kind.

Leaning forward, he captures Izaya's lips without a second though, and while it may seem an affectionate gesture, the reason behind this is clear the moment he starts moving. Emboldened by the threat of being caught (and turned on by it, if the way his cock swelling within the informant was proof enough) Delic practically slams the brunet against the wall, again and again, forcing himself into Izaya with all the force that he could muster and decimating the spot inside him.

There's no holding back now; they had to hurry this up. ]

[ Izaya was far too exhausted to retort, and even if he could have, Delic was far too quick with with his kiss anyway. He could tell that he was in a hurry, probably trying to avoid the shield that the other passengers provided from breaking. He doesn't mind the sudden increase in speed. There's enough power in Delic's thrusts to keep him from complaining.

One hand moves to the crown of his head, gripping desperately at the clumps of flaxen hair there. Izaya parts his lips further, deepening the kiss and running tongue almost against the back of the other's throat. He was getting close to coming, and a firmer tug on Delic's locks hopefully makes it apparent enough. His knuckles turn white, and the thighs that just had wrapped themselves around moving hips tightened their grip. Unable to muster any patience, Izaya moves his head away, breaking the contact between their lips. His voice is quiet, rushed and shallow, but it's loud enough for the host to hear, surely. Izaya looks him directly in the eye, even if half the time his lids droop to cover the magenta-shaded rings that seem glazed over in ecstasy. ]

Delic, I... can't hold-- have to come...

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I need more Delic icons derp

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