Shipping Picture ♡ ｐｒｏｍｐｔｓ

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the shipping
picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT
PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH
CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii.
REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Comments

[107868]

With a flash of frustration, John exhales against the tender skin of James' throat, distantly aware that he'd like to up the ante. There's a different kind of physicality at play, one that he hasn't experienced before. In place of the delicacy of a woman's body is James', broad and strong and more than able to manhandle him any way he wishes to. John can't decide if he likes the idea or not, isn't sure he'll know either way until he supposes it eventually happens.

But his frustration is bent around the leg that doesn't. Walking is possible with it strapped in place around his thigh, but it doesn't lend itself to this. With James' fingers already navigating past the boundary of his trousers, he realises perhaps he's closer to both them and the leg coming off than he thought.

"Are you going to take them off?" he murmurs into James' ear, not so much a question, more of a suggestion. In fact, he'd very much appreciate it, discomfort bunching in the fabric around his crotch.

[erastro]

Flint never spoke without thinking. James occasionally does. "Are you asking me to?" His voice is low, vibrating in his throat like a big cat's purr. He takes a long moment to lean back enough that he can look at John properly, then releases him from his grip.

"We're both wearing a little much. Sort your leg, then I'll fix the rest." James is as blunt as ever. He can't imagine that the years have changed John so much that he would care for pity, kid gloves or embarrassed euphemism. "Good enough for you?"

[107868]

"One of those things tends to be a whole lot easier following the other," John replies after a moment, enjoying the sound of James' voice and delaying moving. As frustrated as he is, pulling away feels like a step backwards. He's invested and wouldn't deny it. Eventually his hands drop from James' shoulders, backside shifting so that he can demonstrate what he means as he repositions himself at the edge of the bed.

Unbuttoning the thick band at the waist of his trousers, he's had years of practice navigating a task that used to be so mundane that it required no thought at all. Not something he particularly takes for granted, anymore. With the trousers off quickly and unceremoniously dumped on the floor, he pulls up the bottom of his drawers, the straps for his leg wrapping high up his thigh.

"Hard to take it off with these trousers on. I didn't really expect to be taking them off here," he comments with a small smirk, shrugging an easy shoulder as his fingers work at the buckles.