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Compromising Position

COMPROMISING POSITION MEME

Up until now, there's definitely been some tension between you two. Whether it's more romantic or flatly sexual is, understandably, dependent on the personalities involved, but the fact remains that you both have been dancing around the issue for whatever reason. Why do why say "up until now?" Well, it's simple. Somehow, either through accident or otherwise, you've end up in what can only be considered a compromising position: you're in the other's lap, you're on top of them, chest to chest, almost kissing, so on and so forth. This leads to the ultimate snap in your tension - you just can't hold it in any longer, even if you try to get out of this situation unscathed.

The direction you move in, again, depends on the people involved, so things could take a turn for the awkward, the cute, the romantic, the desperate, or even the steamy. What's for certain is that whatever's between you may never be the same...unless you guys, in typical will they/won't they fashion, can repress and pretend nothing ever happened.

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WHY

accidental: It was a trip, an not so calculated move, or another mistake that lead you here.
on purpose: You were getting closer and enjoying each others' company, planning a move...but you didn't mean to get this close right off. Or maybe you did

WHAT

awkward: UH UH SORRY FOR LANDING ON YOUR. UHM. YOU KNOW. But moving makes it worse, or you could be in a state of undress.
cute: Ah, just kiss them already! Or at least look into each others' eyes and have a moment.
romantic: A sweet, long kiss and perhaps some long-held confessions are in order.
confessions: Actually, speaking of confessions, they might just slip out without anything sweet...oooor your body reacting to this new position may be all the proof the other person needs to know something's up.
desperate: Oh, fuck it. You might never have this chance again and you've been wanting them so badly, you may as well snog at least, no matter what.
steamy: The smut option!

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No. My plan ended at telling you I like you as more than a friend. _{[He agrees he couldn't have possibly planned for his feelings or desires to be as eagerly returned as they were; he'd gambled and is still in awe of his winnings.]} But now you're here--

_{[Wrapped up in his grasp without an inch to spare. And just like Jacob, he's invested in keeping it that way, welcoming the twining caress of a foot up the back of his leg with another throaty noise and stretch of the muscles there. Everything Jacob does seem perfectly calibrated to making his skin sing.]}

It all worked out.

_{[His pleased smile is very much the look of a gratified cat that ate the canary--and enthusiastically tucking into second helpings. Sorry as he is to interrupt that foot's progress, those soft sounds peppered through Jacob's halting attempt to get words out... worth it.

Shortcircuiting Jacob entirely? Worth it.

The shape-shifter isn't the only one enthralled by the experience; feeling Jacob's whole body spasm, seeing the effect those few licks have, washes him through with heat. He's compelled to repeat the experiment with more daring, kissing first, then taking the delicate flesh between his lips as he had his earlobe and giving it a soft nibble, wanting to inspire more of those gasps.]}

Does it feel good having your chest kissed...?

_{[Jacob may be right to worry about M.K. making himself a devoted student of what unravels him--he wants to learn every single one of the wolf's erogenous zones. If they intend to make this a habit, he intends to make it good for the other boy, so good Jacob won't regret taking a different kind of--and arguably a much bigger--chance on him.]}

You really planned on telling me out here? [Jacob sounds a little incredulous, but nevertheless touched to know the other boy had actually been going to do that. He’d thought they were just going out here for training, using M.K.’s breakthrough in controlling his dark side by responding to Jacob’s presence. Sure, now he can understand why that breakthrough happened and he’s no less eager to enjoy it, but… it’s special, knowing M.K. had the thoughts and intention beforehand. He just… can’t return the predication sentiments since he’d been being a stubborn butt about his own feelings. No wonder they were so eager to come rushing out and respond to M.K.’s.] I’m glad it worked out the way it did. So I could tell you too.

[Stumbling and flustered as he had been. The little thrill of those muscles flexing under his touch makes feeling him up even more enthralling. He’ll make more than just M.K.’ skin sing. Of course, there’s that predatory smile, satisfied and proud, and Jacob’s amused that the role of predatory and prey keeps swapping between them. That’ll just make things even more exciting between them. Even if it does mean the Quileute youth’s the one who’s going to be zapped with this fumbling awkward pleasantry every now and then. Sheesh… making him feel so flustered…

Jacob digs his elbows into the bedding-covered ground as M.K.’s mouth decides to not only repeat its previous motions, but to go right ahead and explore more with different samples! Kisses pepper the dusky nub with warmth tinging on damp and suddenly there are teeth taking his nipple between them and his mouth is falling open with a deep, chest-swelling gasp, trembling in almost perfect proximity with those tender nibbles. Feels like his chest suddenly engulfs in flames and he drops his head back onto the pillow with a raspy moan from the throat.

Not far at all… trying to talk to him… ask him questions that demand a vocal answer no matter how plainly and eagerly his body is supplying the results.] Ye-…yes. [Answer, encouragement, satisfaction, it’s all the same stumbling word from his lips. He feels like he’s on display right now, offering himself up to the other boy to look, seek, explore, find, unravel, and own. It’s vulnerable, even dangerous, but oh so thrilling and wanting more than he’s known before. This’ll become a habit? No. No no no. It already is one.] You’re gonna ruin me… so don’t stop…

Well, maybe not today, but eventually... Honestly, you weren't exactly part of the game plan when I came to La Push. _{[Smiling is an involuntarily reflex when he thinks back on the wildly unforeseen gap between what he'd expected and what he'd gotten.]} You snuck up on me.

_{[All things considered, he should be thankful things had heated up after impulsively blurting out those feelings that have been on his mind, rather than cooled and soured when they're sharing a tent with nowhere to go. Had things taken an awkward turn for the worse, huddling up against Jacob for body heat could've involved so much less heat and fewer unclothed bodies.

Now knowing what it's like to kiss Jacob until he shivers and shakes and falls apart beneath him? That would've been a real tragedy.

But heated up things had, and more meaningfully, it's the first time hearing Jacob commit to feelings out loud, when he lacks the luxury of being able to read the tone and tenor of his thoughts like the other pack members. Every time Jacob says it, it sets embers alight in him, as irrepressible a reaction as his smile.

"Stop"? It implies he even could when all he wants is to keep running his mouth over him, to drain out all the anger and hardship that's come with his shift into a wolf and fill him back up with the pleasure and happiness he deserves.]}

If you're ruined, so am I...

_{[That moan does things to him. He arches his hips against Jacob, drawing his lips across his chest to give the same attention to his other nipple, tracing the curve of his pectoral with a scrape of teeth. It's a fine line, figuring out what level of pressure and sensation generates those moans. It's a victory every time he gets it right.

While he massages his hands up Jacob's sides, he takes the line of kisses south, only too happy to kiss and lick down the other's body with greater attention to detail this time around. Weaving between drying flecks of ejaculate decorating his skin becomes something of a game. M.K. doesn't mind when his tongue brushes into some. It's not a taste he's experienced before, but it's not bad; if he has his way, it's one he'll get used to over time.

Once he makes it to Jacob's navel, he lets his chin rest just below it for a moment.]}

And... how about down there? Have you ever been kissed there?

_{[There. Where so far he's touched but not tasted, not like the rest of him.

He flushes at the idea, and more so at voicing it out loud, but it's with excited nervousness for something new and uncharted more than embarrassment. They're way past shyness. Crawling under the covers with Jacob had been the top of the roller coaster--his sense of adventure has him enjoying the plunge down, wherever it goes.]}

[Jacob has to laugh a little at the comment.]

Never would’ve guessed that.

[He didn’t even know who M.K. was, much less inclined to get chummy with him when he realized they were not only dealing with someone who happened to discover their secret, but also expected to play “babysitter” for the newcomer. Definitely not in the game plan. And now all this happened.]

Guess that wasn’t really fair of me.

[Said through a smug grin that’s all sorts of charming. Yeah, he has the same sort of thoughts. This night could’ve gone so much worse. If one of them hadn’t been interested, how awkward it would’ve been. Lying here next to someone you know doesn’t like you in return. Or being on the opposite end of that spectrum. Honestly, if such an event had played out, Jacob would’ve opted to go sleep outside. He’d be warm enough at least. And left M.K. to get all warmed up with the blankets alone. Well, maybe if he’d thought it was going to be a deadly cold, he’d have come back in. But! Not a problem he had to deal with now. Now he got to enjoy all the warming up and twining around M.K. in the most intimate way possible.

And more than that. He not only got to learn the sensation of M.K.’s bare arms and legs wandering over his own, but learnt the shape of his lips pressing to his own, the rhythm of his heart pounding its unique tempo into the surface of his chest, and the heady pleasure of the other boy’s length running along his own pulsating arousal. To know what it was like to hear and see and feel M.K. falling apart in the best way atop him, shaking and shuddering through the throes of his orgasm, muscles and skin moving as he arched and writhed with each wrack of pleasure. And even on top of that, having him say those words, confess those thoughts…

Jacob seizes up a little as M.K. moves against him again, chest muscles hardening beneath lips wandering over the curve mounds of his pectorals. He knows where he’s going, knows what he’s about to do. And yet when those teeth scrape over his skin, all he can do is grit his teeth, tighten his fists, brace for it… And gets sent back to his head craning back against the pillow, a short grunt of pleasure jetting through him as those lips and teeth right there on his chest. The hands on his hips wandering up his side earn a tightening of muscle under his russet skin and his leg pops up at the knee when M.K.’s oral trip heads southward down the plane of his stomach. He’s paying so much attention to each little detail. From the way his tongue traces between the viscous droplets (what of them are left from all the smearing that’d been going on as they ground together and rested post-orgasm) to the rise and fall of said tongue moving along the hills and crevices of his abdominal muscles. And--]

Ngh!

[--right there. Who thought that little crater would be so sensitive? And now he’s going to ask that question?]

No…

[Jacob’s not going to pretend the hot flush on his face isn’t there; he’s positively glowing, both from arousal and nerves. M.K. just said that out loud, didn’t he. And yet his excitement’s also filling the air, making the Quileute’s heart race at the prospect. Yeah, shyness isn’t too much a thing here… but it’s not completely gone. He’s messed around with some of the other wolves, but asides from mutual handjobs and some grinding, it’s not gone beyond that. Jacob tugs a hand from the bedding under him and presses his fingers through M.K.’s hair, smoothing some of the sweat-dampened chestnut backwards over his head. Mostly for something tactile to feel and touch while they do this.]

Whatever you do… I’m doing to you next.

[Informing? Warning? Promising? He can take his pick.]

_{[It's no more or less fair than M.K. angling his head just so to send his breath ghosting warmly over the other's sensitive dick. He meets that grin with a look that's just as playful and just as pointed.

Likewise, he's only too glad things worked out the way they did--glad that Jacob eventually let down the guard he'd had raised so high. If he hadn't, M.K. wouldn't have gotten to really know him, and by extension come to learn all the many things about him worth wanting.]}

Me either... Doing it, I mean.

_{[So far he's taken great enjoyment in chasing the places he's touched with his hands with his lips--he could explore and stroke and kiss Jacob's body for hours just to keep him looking this flushed and undone with arousal. But as much as his mouth gets a regular workout mouthing off, it'll be his first time using it for the express purpose of sucking a guy off. But if Jacob is willing... if he can make Jacob cry out like before... On the other side of the coin, if he's bad at it and the other's first experience turns out less than porno-grade sexy...?

Well, let it not be said he'll back down from a challenge. He wants Jacob. He wants to drain out all of the anger and uncertainty that's come with his ability to shape-shift and replace them only with happiness and pleasure so that he has no room to think being different's deprived him of those things.

Getting Jacob to go off like a rocket again wouldn't hurt, either.]}

I won't hold you to that in case it turns out I need to practice my technique. _{[And he wouldn't mind that practice to be on Jacob, or so his tone suggests.]} Just tell me if I do something you don't want.

_{[Pushing himself up, he positions himself between the wolf's legs, taking the time to nuzzle against the leg Jacob props up. He adds to the single kiss he'd placed to his inner thigh earlier with a slow line of them leading down, ending with a lick of the tongue that carries him toward the base of the other's impressive cock. He takes it in hand, forgetting all about being nervous once he's feeling its stiff heaviness in his palm. The Quileute is long past overdue to know what a hot, wet mouth is like around him.

Gently he eases the head past his lips, sucking lightly at it. Jesus... he's hot. He's surprised by it every time, but never more so then when its heat is on his tongue.]}

[Jacob’s dark eyes fling wide open as that balmy breath blossoms over his russet length. In just a few scant seconds, his brain’s made aware of just how extremely different the two sensations are. A warm body and skin pressing flush against his groin, hardened cock rolling and rutting along his own. Compared to the ethereal sensation of molten air wrapping gossamer around his sensitive flesh. His grin’s wiped clean off his face is if blown by the wind, leaving his jaw half hung and his flushed lips parted slightly in silence. Mostly due to that feeling, but the grin M.K.’s giving him right now is as good a brain stumper.]

Ho-okay… [Even his voice sounds hazy as he struggles with his body enough to jam his elbows into the bedding beneath him and prop himself up again, abdominal muscles sculpting beneath his flesh as his spine curves into that half-sitting, half-lounging position. This is definitely a first for him as well; he’s messed around with the other guys in his pack, but that’s mostly relegated to grinding and hands and some really fun skinny dipping or bathing together. This is… going to be interesting. And special. And he’s really glad he’s getting to do it with M.K. up here alone in a tent on the cold mountain in the middle of a storm.

You know… in case he makes some real embarrassing noises. Or both of them end up—pardon the pun—sucking at it. Not like they’ve had practice. He’s always been too hungry and just ate the banana when ti went into his mouth; no time to even consider the phallic implications (even though the tease occasionally gets out; hey, they’re a bunch of teenage wolf guys). Jacob isn’t really thinking veering into the intimate step of his and M.K.’s new relationship is going to do much “healing” for his bitterness towards becoming a werewolf… but it’d definitely give him far less time to dwell on those thoughts.]

What’s the worst you could do? Bite me? [The Quileute cracks a grin that’s more awkward than charming, but had to make the pun. Hopefully it’ll put M.K. more at ease when he, well, put’s another guy’s dick in his mouth for the first time. He’s curious now; is it really possible to be “bad” at this?] Yeah… I’ll, uh… let you know. [That’s awfully wishful thinking that his brain can work well enough to word. But he isn’t going to say “no” to more practice together down the proverbial road.

Jacob feels his face heat up again as M.K lifts himself up and semi-literally hangs himself over his hips, rest of his body propped up between his legs like—he’s being honest—a naked wolf about to chow down on a captured prey. He shivers thanks to that nuzzle on his leg, toes curling as the inside of his knee sparks with all the fire against the dark one’s cheek, another burst fanning out on the inside of his thigh from M.K.’s kiss. All the way down until kisses evolve into a single tongue that touches his skin--] Oh- [--and drags from there to the root of his dick. Fingers curl around his arousal and Jacob feels his mind starting to fade already as the other boy guides his tip between his lips, introducing the warm, damp plush of skin to the nerve-filled sponge-soft glans. It brushes along the rim of his lips, over their soft surfaces he remembers kissing for so long, and then finally slides inside between a row of white teeth. Holy shit… hot… wet… molding right to him. The first suck feels like it’s going to drag his hips right off the ground and his head sinks, shoulders buckle upward towards his ears, and his chest swells with breath. One suck and the werewolf’s half-winded.

… he’s so dead.]

_{[Jacob is heavy and thick in his mouth, and as they've thoroughly ascertained, no small customer when fully erect. It's a new flavor on the menu of tastes and textures that is Jacob: heady, with a musky tang of fluid that has some primal part of him responding with a pang of pleasure. M.K. stretches his mouth around him, moving carefully at first, making his lips soft around the delicate head. Getting overzealous and accidentally bringing teeth into the mix would probably constitute a crap blowjob, yeah.

For the first few moments, he goes slow while he adjusts, closing his eyes and leading with his tongue in curious, tentative licks around the top and the ridge on the back. Soon enough, he begins to gain the confidence to move with more surety.]}

Mmm, god, you're so hot...

_{[His lips come away wet, and in the light the tip of Jacob's cock glistens with his saliva.

Hot, so hot. The sheer warmth of him has M.K.'s stomach tightening in desire, helped along by the sight of the other tensing up under a sweet tension once he takes the time to look again. It's a treat for the eyes. Between his legs his own cock aches to see Jacob bowing under sensation, trading swagger for surrender. That doesn't sound like the shuddering breath of someone who objects to the feeling of a tongue curling around their dick.]}

You're not bad. Not bad at all. I could get used to you in my mouth.

_{[His gaze stays on Jacob as he dips down again, taking his cock in deeper than before with a tightening of his lips; at the same time he pumps the base, teasing the foreskin toward him as he slides down. His greediness for more begins to shine through in this, too. Encouraged that Jacob's liking the act, he's happy to plunder his own mouth on the end of Jacob's length just as they'd plundered each other's mouths with tongues, wanting to take him deeper, firmer, farther over that edge of pleasure.

If Jacob's not dead yet, he hopes there'll be a murder by the time he's done.]}

[Is it possible to be pulled in three directions all at once? Just one sensation of M.K.’s mouth on him and he feels torn. One part of him is gasping and panting “hold on, wait” and another part of him is tempting his legs to lift up, wrap, and pull with every “more” he can think of. And then there’s the third part that’s just going blank. Is a mouth supposed to feel like that? The same lips he’s kissed and the tongue he’s twined his own around are now wrapping all over his arousal, spreading open and touching him with soft and heat and oh it’s so hard to think right now! His nerves latch onto anything and everything, from the tiny rough of M.K.’s tastebuds brushing at his head to the smooth run of wet lips to the god-blessed balmy of his mouth soaking into his flesh.]

You’re… one to talk…

[Says the guy trying his best not to drag a pillow over his face and just scream into it. His body twitches in various places, toes curling, chest flexing, hips tilting, tiny little spurts of pleasure and need leaking out into his muscles as that tongue flicks around the top of his rod, glazes the ridge of his head’s crown, and M.K.’s moving in ways that make him want to see white. When he loses his mouth, Jacob shudders like lightning poured from the sky into his spine. He’s hot, sure, but the lack of that hot mouth and tongue touching him makes the russet mushroom of his glans feel utterly freezing. The slight arch of his spine drops, leaving him doing that strange, breath-catching exhaling, soft “uh” … “uh” … moans wanting to come out but being held back by pride and stubbornness and some nerves. He’s definitely never sounded like this before… Definitely not objecting either.]

I don’t know if I should be insulted or proud.

[Some of his usual charming cockiness returns despite the way his head rolls to the side and he grins awkwardly towards the tent wall. Being told he’s “not bad” – or more that his dick’s “not bad” – is a silly thing to hear, but M.K. says it and it’s hot and he’s a little flushed in the face right now too. At least until the other boy drops down again and mercifully takes him back into his mouth. Deeper than last time, tighter lips than before, and--] Hu-ngh! [Jacob’s chest bows upward, his head falls backward, the tan column of his throat arching as both hands suddenly seize up. One fisting in the blankets, the other curling in M.K.’s hair. Both legs shift on either side of the other boy’s body, one tenting at the knee again, the other stretching out to strain straight beside him. Who knew his foreskin would be so damn blistering?!

Yeah, enough of this and he might end up a dead wolf in the bed…]

_{[The other boy gets no more of the verbal kind of teasing from him. That would require him to pull his mouth away again, and the better he's able to breath through his nose, the more inclined M.K. is to stick to the non-verbal kind--teasing licks of the tongue around the delicate slit at the tip. Tongues, as he's discovering (and Jacob as well, back to being the subject of his tongue's exploration) are fun for all sorts of things. Kissing... tasting... licking... slipping just under the hood of foreskin, nudging it with lips and tongue after seeing the reaction gently touching it with his fingers earned.

It allows him free range with his hands, and he strokes the wolf's legs, his restlessly moving hips, his flexing stomach muscles. If he could answer, he'd say proud as he, for one, is enjoying the experience--and enjoying Jacob enjoying him. Nothing turns him on as much as Jacob writhing and filling the tent with his inarticulate, half-stifled noises, and knowing he's the cause of them.

His instinct is to go faster, watch for what gets the biggest reaction and stoke that pleasure to frenzied heights as they had rutting against each other until he can't help but blow another load--maybe, maybe, letting out another of those delicious cries in the process--but he resists. He should make Jacob's first time last, not rush it.

With that thought in mind, he purposely keeps his movements slow and steady. There's a rhythm to this; he starts to find the temp, gliding his mouth in sync with the pumping of his hand and the rocking of Jacob's hips. Curious to see if he can get the wolf to moan like that again with the sweet, hot tangle of his fingers in his hair, he suckles the tender slip of foreskin, pulling it up to suck head and hood. He could do this all night just to make that hard length throb for more.]}

[Jacob loves that verbal banter between them—even more so now that things have taken this turn—but he’ll admit he’s a little worried about the future when M.K.’s just got to look at him the right way, make the right motion, say the right things, and the werewolf’ll find himself with one bad case of sudden urges and flustrations. But right now, in exchange for not getting those verbal teasings… M.K.’s blowing (literally) the Quileute’s mind out his head with his mouth. Each time that tongue slips around his head and flicks the soft parting of his slit, it’s like a winch in his body winds ever tighter.

When that wet tantalizing ends up slipping between his head and his foreskin, Jacob shoves his head back against the pillow, a sharp grunt bursting from his lips as both hands seize up on M.K.’s body. Doesn’t help that the other boy’s hands aren’t idle at all. The way they touch him, wandering his shifting legs, rolling hips, and clenching stomach… Of course he’s enjoying this, exploding sensations all over his body. Trying to smother the more embarrassing noises issuing from his mouth is turning into an impossible accomplishment no matter how much fabric he clenches between his teeth. So he gives up, yanks his head to the side, and curses into his own shoulder, fingers digging into M.K.’s shoulder. He’s going faster--!

No… he’s going slower… and it’s driving him crazy. Jacob’s hand slides and stumbles over the other boy’s back, blunt nails leaving momentary pink lines on his skin. But as M.K. starts to get into a rhythm, it ends up calming the werewolf—if only a little. When he’s able to start predicting the rise and fall of his lips around his shaft, the way his tongue circles around his head, the suction of his mouth dragging at his length, it gets a little easier to manage his own head. Enough he can start to focus on the details. Like how his mouth’s actions mingle with his hand’s pumping and touches and oh god he’s doing it again…!

Jacob cranes his head back on the bedding, throat arching and chin aiming to the tent roof as a guttural moan bursts from his lips again. His cock throbs and the hand in M.K.’s hair seizes up in a hard grip. Hell, he can’t control himself! Both legs squeeze against the outside of M.K.’s shoulders and arms, toes curling hard enough a few pop. It’s going to be a long night and he’s loving it already.]

_{[M.K. can't even promise he won't take advantage of raging hormones and superhuman stamina and a healthy curiosity to explore the male body at some point in the future. He's not above or beyond whispering in Jacob's ear he'd very much like to get his mouth on his cock when they're meant to be doing other things. Once he wants something, he's not shy about taking it. And he wants Jacob. A lot. For more than just sex with someone he can't easily or accident kill, mind you--

But the sex really is fantastic, even if his knees and other bits are going to hate him for exposing them to the cold hard ground later.

More to the point, Jacob is fantastic worked up in this state, taut with delectable tension, attempting to smother his responsiveness in half-formed grunts and groans that come a little more unbuttoned each time. The werewolf is losing the battle and M.K. revels in his defeat, and not just because he gets to ride high on the knowledge he's the one engendering those noises by obliging the other's erection with as much wet suction as it can stand. His desire stokes his own. Jacob's flushed-faced need is like an undiluted shot of desire right to his system, and when the wolf moans from deep in his throat, M.K. moans, too, with his mouth still around him, feeling his dick beading at the cry.

A little roughness is more than all right; he welcomes the light scratches and the hair-tugging, making little noises at each but not stopping. It's only when Jacob starts to bring his thighs together that he pauses. Squeezing with his arms is one thing, but with him nestled between his legs like this...]}

Easy. _{[There's the breathless beginnings of a laugh in his voice as he momentarily diverts his mouth to one of those thighs, encouraging Jacob to widen them with a kiss and a nudge.]} You'll have to be careful this time.

_{[Although benchpressing him might be funny, a sex-related injury would really dampen the mood.

The imminent danger of supernatural strength doesn't stop him from lightly stroking Jacob's sack, exploring the tender part of him on his fingers.]}

[Jacob isn’t even going to ask him to promise; that’d be akin to asking Forks not to rain for a week. Aka: impossible and frankly, stupid. But that does mean he’s going to be bracing himself for those impish machinations from the other boy at what’s likely to be “the worst” possible times. Training is a no brainer, since wrestling is going to be very difficult now. But what of other times? A sneaky leg under the table. A whisper in the ear when he’s trying to study.

Sharing showers.

Okay, that last one isn’t going to be hard for M.K. to convince him to do. Luckily, with the sleeping bags and blankets and pillows, M.K.’s knees aren’t going to be too ravaged by the mountain ground under the tent. Still… doing this in bed is another thing on Jacob’s mind. Well, more way in the back of it, since right now, nothing except M.K.’s mouth is in the forefront.

It feels like every suck of said mouth snaps something inside him. Little buttons and bands of resistance and pride popping one after another without much effort of M.K.’s part. He’s dragging his fingers through his hair half to hold onto the other boy and half to hold onto himself. With the second goal failing all over the place. Another wet suction pulls him towards the back of his partner’s throat and Jacob’s head falls back on the sleeping bag, shoulders hunching up towards his ears, and his chest bowing with a smooth lurch of shock and pleasure.

A breathless Quileute oath spills from his mouth as he feels something hot and slick spurt between his legs, the glassy pre glazing M.K.’s tongue with no hesitation. So much for keeping himself back. It’s too hard to hold on. M.K. moans, the vibrations travel the entire length of Jacob’s cock, and he feels it rattle free any lingering strongholds. A low groan bleeds from his lips as the young werewolf surrenders, dark eyes closing as his face-flushed head falls to the side and moistened lips parting with his chest-heaving breaths. M.K. won. He can’t… just can’t anymore. It all feels too good.

Jacob barely manages to husk out some kind of sound when M.K. actually gets a word out around his arousal.] Ea… easy? [He’s down there between his now-lifted and squeezing thighs, using his mouth to make the werewolf see stars behind his eyelids, and he’s going to tell him to take it easy?! Does he have any idea how much a counter-intuitive request that--]

Oh man! [His thoughts scatter like fish under a throw rock as lips find the inside of a bronzed thigh. It does the exact opposite and Jacob clenches up even tighter for a few seconds. Enough to give M.K. a bit of a breathless squeeze before the Quileute forces himself to gulp hard and pull his legs down, ending up with the teen’s limbs spread apart around his friend’s shoulders and torso.

Jacob feels very open right now… exposed, heels dragging on the bedding beneath them. Not a bad feeling. Just new. He huffs some kind of frustrated laughing sound when M.K. advises him to be careful. But he can’t argue it either. Sex isn’t really a time where control is at the forefront. Not when his mind is being ransacked by skilled fingers running over the velvet flesh of his sack and a tantalizing mouth keeps working over the harder, tender part above it.]

_{[The Quileute's instinct to gird against future erotic torments is completely and entirely founded. None of the hypothetical activities they could get up to or private corners they could squeeze themselves into strike M.K. as out of the question... but that has to do with hypothetically being a little bit crazy for the wolf in easily-tearable clothing. It's worse now, knowing what it's like to have him spread out and wanting, to kiss, lick, and stroke his body until he cries out with desire.

Knowing what he tastes like.

He's more certain than ever their mutual interests involve him getting back into Jacob's jean shorts as soon as possible when heavy droplets of fluid hit his tongue, warm like release and salty like skin. It's obscene how thrilling it is to feel Jacob's cock pulsing and leaking its pleasure in his mouth, and it startles another sound of satisfaction from deep in his throat.

Where thrills are concerned, Jacob's reaction anytime he gets near his thighs is amazing even as the other spasms and he finds himself clenched tight between a pair of athletic, muscled legs. It goes straight to his erection, both the power in the shape-shifter's body and that M.K.'s the reason he's losing his grasp on it. He reluctantly pulls off with a wet gasp, still able to taste Jacob.]}

Relax. _{[Soothingly, his voice noticeably huskier. He holds the reason why in his hand and gives it a stroke.]} I can't suck you off if you squish me. Open up for me.

_{[Or do this...

Once Jacob eases his legs apart again and gives him back the room to explore, he cleans the remnants of precome from the slit with his tongue, from there licking a long, wet path down the werewolf's length to where his other hand fondles his soft scrotum. He doesn't stop. What would it be like to taste here...? He leads with his lips, taking the sack between them. Just a little, just enough to feel the shape and texture, and let Jacob feel a tongue lick a warm stripe there.]}

[It isn’t like they’ve not teased, pranked, and fought with each other before, sometimes in petty vengeance and sometimes in friendly fun. Of course this development is going to boil over into that realm too, just like their rivalry and friendship did. It’s just going to be a big question of whether or not Jacob is going to respond to that kind of erotic torment with his own. He’s pretty forward when he wants to be, but he’s a sucker for flirting. Especially when it comes from someone he likes… and M.K. is more than just someone he likes. He likes likes him. It’ll be doubly troublesome since now he knows what he looks like… in nothing.

Knows what that lightly tanned skin tastes like under his tongue. Knows what he feels like when he’s drawn taut beneath his hands and lips. It’s going to be hell on his shorts—] Hngk! [Especially with all those things M.K.s’ doing with his mouth! They’re branding themselves into his nerves, digging into his mind until he swears he’ll be getting hot and bothered every time the guy clears his throat. Just because he knows damn well how good that throat and mouth feel when they’re constricting and vibrating around his cock with the heavy sounds rumbling in M.K.’s neck.

Bastard. He’s taking advantage of his legs. It’s not his fault those fingers are finding all the good points to stroke and squeeze and fondle! Jacob’s not apologizing at all for folding his legs around M.K.’s shoulders and almost knotting his ankles over his back… but instead finding himself digging his heels below the dark one’s shoulder blades. Jacob grits his teeth as he feels the other boy slowly pulling off his cock, each split second feeling like he’s getting something dragged right out of him. Al… most… there… And he pops off with that gasp and Jacob flops his head onto the pillow again, panting like he’s run a mile and staring through lust-blown dark eyes at the side of the tent. Holy…]

You do… that with your mouth… and tell me to relax… [That voice of his makes his ears feel like melting butter. That hand on his length stroking him turns the rest of him into the same. To say nothing of those words… Flirting is one thing. Out and out sexual talk apparently does another kind of number on him.] Seem to be doing a good job…

[But he does as asked and slowly slides his legs apart, dragging them across the bedding a little to splay out on either side of M.K.’s body. Doesn’t stop one leg from tenting up at the knee as the Quileute plants his foot flat against the ground when the other boy laps at the head of his dick. Jacob’s chin tilts towards the tent roof and he sucks in an audible rush when M.K. drags his tongue from tip to root along the bottom of his length, earning a thick pulse from the throbbing vein running down his shaft.

That’s maddeningly enticing, but he manages to hold in his voice. At least until the other boy does exactly what his mind had been going towards. Lips part, his mouth falls open, and a lurid moan of M.K.’s name spills from his throat as the agile fingers playing with the soft, russet skin holding his balls trade for a warm mouth and smooth lips. His hips hitch up a little, the lines in his thighs flexing as a sweep of tongue runs across the trapped strip of flesh between M.K.’s lips. It shouldn’t be that sensitive, never thought it was, but here he is, losing his breath over a simple lick! Whoa… what a rush.]

Go… go on… more.

_{[Willingness to try anything once and enthusiasm to use this body of his to impart pleasure instead of just pain and super-powered punches are serving him well; that thing you're doing with your mouth, as Jacob puts it, is allowing him to slowly but surely compile a catalogue of the spots to pay attention to and the varied reactions those spots get. Later he's going to have to organize, proofread, and mentally self-publish his findings with size 12 font and standard margins for future reference.

Seriously, first textbook he might have to devote time to studying front to back. Mouth-to-leg and mouth-to-dick research will get their own chapters. Maybe even their sections with subsections attached.

Jacob relents, his legs' death grip easing off from his attempt to curl up and around where his dick disappears into M.K.'s mouth. What pretzel shapes he can get the wolf to contort into will be another chapter in his book he'll highlight to death. For now, he shifts higher and drapes himself over Jacob's pelvis more fully, almost territorially in the way he returns the favor and curls right back around the other, helping those legs stay open by laying a forearm on the thigh on the ground, resting the other along Jacob's upraised leg. He could get used to wearing heels on the backs of his shoulders, but he's fond of this position, too: at his mercy for ravishing, chest heaving, spread-eagled in overcome repose.

"More"? More is a request he can happily oblige. Going lower means he's shamelessly shoving his head down below those legs, but it's another moment of resounding worth it as Jacob's voice and thighs tremor in unison with his aching cock. He swipes his tongue a little harder, more long and wet, before bringing the sack into his mouth and sucking ever so gently. And as he does, he feels another bead of fluid leak out and collect against his thumb where it rests around his length. It makes him wish he had two mouths he could put to work--one for Jacob's swollen balls, and one for his needy arousal. He lifts up to clean the warm liquid away, teasing the head of Jacob's cock with another suck, then returns to keep stroking his balls with his tongue. Then back up again...

When he goes back down on Jacob's cock, he takes him deeper into his mouth, setting a more intense rhythm. It's clear what he's doing, splitting his attention with the one mouth he has; if Jacob's close to finishing, he wants it to be when he has his mouth on him.

To have him release his full load right on his tongue... In none of his fantasies was he afraid to get a little dirty, and reality is proving to live up to fiction. He wants to know what it would feel like. He wants to take it, to know, to keep Jacob in his hot clutches just a bit longer.]}

[It’s really hard to formulate coherent thoughts in his head right now! Every time he manages to string a few words together to make a phrase, M.K.’s mouth does something else and everything goes bowling ball to pins. “Thing with your mouth” is as good as the other boy’s going to get right now from the young werewolf. If he knew M.K. was going to make some kind of living mental textbook on the ways he can touch him and turn Jacob into a quivering mess, he’d end up staring at him in dumbfounded shock. And probably a few slices of envy. Since all he can do right now is struggle against the very-real urge to seize the pillow between his teeth and bite down as hard as his hands are fisting the bedding strewn all around them.

Maybe he should’ve taken the hint that he was squeezing M.K.’s shoulders between his legs too hard, but apparently hints are a thing that takes brainpower and that’s laser focused on one aspect right now. Jacob’s clings to the other teenager’s shoulders with one hand, blunt nails biting small crescents into his skin as he grips and pulls at him. Feels like he’s sucking every nerve in his body into his mouth, funneling his sensations through his dick and out into the leaking ooze of his pre sliding onto M.K.’s tongue and deeper. There’s a small whuff of his breath as the weight on his thighs shifts and M.K. more or less flops over his pelvis instead, forcing Jacob’s legs apart further and leaving them to splay on either side of the boy’s naked sides.

He's “shackled” a second later, one warm arm draping over his floor-bound limb and the other settling on his hiked thigh. Jacob’s mouth falls open as he sucks in one heavy gasp after another, filling the air with heavy breathing and lurid moans. So much for keeping himself quiet; his pride and inhibitions are shot ~~or sucked~~ to pieces. With his legs forced open, his hips shoved down, and his dick dragged up, it’s a triple assault that’s blowing his mind out of his skull as M.K. puts him at his mercy and takes advantage of every aspect of that, leaving the Quileute to claw and scramble at the bedding.

Oh god, he asked for more didn’t he? He gets it when M.K. plunges down his body and takes his sack into his mouth and Jacob’s suddenly not sure he knows which way is up or down. Glassy pre drools down his cock, managing to make it out from beneath the swirling paintbrush that is his partner’s thumb. Until M.K. leaves his balls and returns to his tip for a sudden cleaning. Jacob’s entire body pulls tight at the flick of tongue over his sensitive head, the dusky tip soft and hot beneath the boy’s swirling thumb and wet muscle. It feels like lightning striking his muscles, spasming without control as head tosses back against the pillow and toes curl hard enough to pop. Because M.K. drops down again and goes for his balls, earning a broken-voiced cry from the Quileute and what’s practically a whimper of helplessness and pleasure. He’s attacking him, back and forth between his dick and balls and it’s maddening and he’s not going to last more than a few seconds with this—

M.K. takes him back in his mouth, deeper than before, and bobs up and down with that intense rhythm. Jacob instinctively slams both hands onto the other boy’s body, one fisting in his hair, the other grabbing onto his shoulder hard enough it might leave a faint bruise. His hair scruffs against the pillow as he cranes his head back hard enough to pull his throat into a tight arch, neck straining with every muscle in his body flexing and rippling beneath his skin. A loud, choked half-scream claws its way from Jacob’s mouth, short and cut at first, then breaking into a long howl of bliss as he finds his completion. Heat explodes onto M.K.’s tongue, splattering on the roof and back of his mouth in a thick, viscous web. Two hard bursts before Jacob’s contracting abdominal muscles and swollen balls shoot the rest of his load in thick, heavy ropes across the other boy’s tongue, filling his mouth as the werewolf bucks and writhes beneath him in the throes of orgasm.]

_{[Later he'll bear the scratches and bruises and tired jaw with pride. Merit badges in honor of their combined first time being--if Jacob's increasing throaty moans are any indication--a wildly explosive success.

In the moment, they don't even slow him down beyond a shudder of pleasure at how the wolf pulls at him, wanton and mindless. Lips tight around the other's steadily leaking cock, he keeps on, diligent in pursuit of wringing every last drop of pleasure both vocal and otherwise out of his... Well, his boyfriend? Maybe.

Maybe?

He likes the thought of staking that claim. Having future priority and opportunity to hold the werewolf's warm body against him just like this, kiss those perfect lips when they need kissing... Knocking him down a peg and making him forget all about his cockiness and bluster during those times he's getting on M.K.'s nerves would just be an added bonus to having Jacob hard--in his bed, his hand, his mouth. Getting him worked up into this state, legs shaking on the blankets, coming over and over, loose and relaxed and sloppy.

He wants to watch Jacob come unglued, to take in every part of his writhing delight, but it proves difficult to do that and maintain the quickened pace he sets with his mouth. He settles for giving the werewolf's length the vigorous attention it's begging for, coaxing with lips and tongue. From the way his body is convulsing and coiling tight, Jacob has to be riding that ecstatic edge, filling the tent with a constant low sound of want, hips bucking up with M.K. on each stroke--

Jacob goes tense. With a ragged cry that will live on in his memory for a long while, the cock he's devoutly riding with his mouth gives one last throb before erupting, hitting the back of his throat in a hot flood. It's salty, it's thick, and it's amazing because he can feel every primal pulse of need as he empties. He can barely swallow fast enough to keep up with.

It's a mess. Jacob's still crying out his climax as he lifts off to swallow a mouthful; a spurt paints his lower lip, his chin. Shit, that's hot. He wipes it away with his tongue, Jacob's signature, flavor, thinking he'll never be able to get the taste of him out of his mout now--and thinking he doesn't want to. He doesn't stop to congratulate himself that he's managed to avoid the amateur mistakes like choking or coughing (or god forbid, finding out his gag reflex is more sensitive than expected), though he's thinking that, too. He resumes, taking the head of Jacob's cock back into his mouth while pumping for every last drop with his hand, licking away creamy slickness until spurts become dribbles becomes Jacob sagging back into whimpers, and he's satisfied the other's given up everything there is to give before overstimulation sets in.]}

That looked like fun.

_{[He has to smile at how rough his voice sounds.]}

[Jacob’s not likely going to apologize for leaving those kinds of marks on the other boy. Even though he’d been warned about the tight grip of his legs around M.K.’s shoulders earlier, and managed to force his legs off those warm shoulders, right now, as everything in his body was exploding out into M.K.’s, the only things going through Jacob’s brain was “ohgodwhitepleasureohgodhotdontstop” and similar molten messes wrecking his sense of thought and being into a sopping puddle. Heat, strength, thought, consciousness even, it all saps from him with every pulse after the other.

Whatever the other boy’s doing with his lips and tongue is completely lost on him in the eternal seconds of his orgasm blowing through his body. But every one of those actions only drags it out of him harder. Jacob’s head drops against the pillow, tosses backwards upon it in uncontrolled throes. Russet shoulders hike upward and his body flexes and writhes beneath M.K.’s actions. Can’t think, can’t talk, can’t control, only feel feel feel. If his legs end up squeezing the hell out of his friend’s hips or ribs or wherever he’s clenching him between his ankles to his thighs… well that’s just going to have to wait to be dealt with later.

Somewhere in there he barely notices the cavern of heat sliding off him, lifting up until a rush of frigid air sweeps around his lower length. But there’s still plenty enough left inside for M.K. to go swallowing on and throw all other recognition out the proverbial window. It’s like forever in five seconds. And then it’s dying away. Jacob sags against the blankets, falling to his back in a boneless splay, head dropping to the side and glossy lips parted as he pants for air over white teeth. His chest heaves up and down, muscles sculpting over his stomach like chiseled bellows as he gulps in breath. Just… going to lie here… and recover… from the most mind-blowing climax he’d ever had in his life.

That’s not an overstatement.

Unfortunately, that means he misses the sight of M.K. wiping his cum of his lower lip and chin—it’d’ve been extremely to see, but alas… M.K. sucked his sight right out of him and he’s recovering it slowly. Finally Jacob manages to crack open a lust-blown cinnamon eye, searching bleary-eyed through the air until his vision clears and he finds M.K. leaning over him. Only now does the young werewolf realize he’s actually whimpering somewhere among those labored breaths. Stop that right now! … And does nothing of the sort, except maybe groan a little in embarrassment and obvious pleasure… and more embarrassed humor when the other boy has to go make a statement about it.

His lips stick together a little as he shuts them, then open again to say something in return.] No shit. [How’s that for romantic boyfriend language?] You sound like you had fun too. [All huffed out between hard breaths and slowly-recovering stamina. God, he feels like he just ran a billion miles and collapsed naked into bed at the end of it.]

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god, same, all the delicious recipes are Pain when grocery stores are a battle zone, lmao

i'm too chicken to shop; i get delivered (and stockpile because F the world right now)

amen!!! i'd jump on the delivery bandwagon if not for being in a small town

i guess a small town's both good and bad in this time...

at least us rural folk have a chance when the zombies come

depends on the type of zombies...

that's true, it's all cow zombies and redneck zombies

it's the cows i worry about; mad bovine zombies make horrible burgers

that's the definition of mystery meat

not roadkill, the floor-bound glop of meat factories, and hotdogs/chicken-nuggets?

all of the above + my internet bill lately = the real stuff of nightmares, y i k e s

yeah it's pretty crazy. because now's such a "great" time to raise prices, cable ppl...

omg and just this last while i had my first migraine and roofers put a hole in my roof, lord

not to mention the world's gone assplut everywhere. hope it gets better and works out for you!

s e r i o u s l y... we're in the darkest timeline and it keeps getting darker :c ty, you too!!

but remember, it's always darkest just before it goes pitch black ~

it's lights out, folks, night night

WAKE UP! IT'S MORNING!