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Mid-Fuck mid-meme

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

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

THE RULES:

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

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[Most likely having a fling with someone she met at her restaurant or at a club/party elsewhere after work.]

Edited 2020-06-22 12:16 (UTC)

[-slides over-I mean... Hi]

[ :P oh hellooooo ]

He thought he would end up naked much faster so it was a huge surprise that he still even had his pants on. His jacket and shirt had been half-ripped and tossed somewhere near the window. Ben had been right. He'd at least waited until they had two shots each of that whiskey before he couldn't resist anymore and got handsy. It was Ben's fault, of course. He'd sent those pictures and got him all riled up before he even got through the door.

Kirk had never been known for patience.

Which made it even more surprising that he still had pants on. Again, Ben's fault for distracting him. It was like being a horny teenager where all he could focus on was Ben's mouth. Okay, and his chest. There might have been some ear nibbling too. Okay, look, he was kind of all over the place and Ben tasted like whiskey and smoke. There was also definitely some rutting because duh, friction. His hands were just too busy touching Ben everywhere to think about anything else. When he did remember that there was more to this than a sloppy makeout, one hand dropped between Ben's legs and gave a playful squeeze.

Ben had thought they might get dinner in them before they started with the making out. But only two shots of whiskey in... He found himself flat on his back on the couch. He hadn't really redressed after sending the pictures to Kirk. He knew from experience, though it had been a while, that the man was impatient.

The attention to his neck and his ears had him arching and moaning softly. Oh it felt good. It had been sometime since he had been with someone intimately. He wasn't kidding when he said that his dating life was in the gutter. But this was good. It had always been good in the past, before Kirk got married.

"Fuck..." He gasped when that hand squeezed him, "Kirk your hands..."

Monogamy had definitely been a new thing for him and while it had taken some work, he'd been loyal. He'd been true. Work just ... made it hard to keep a long-distance relationship going. He'd kept in touch with Ben throughout, though he'd purposely made sure to keep his distance. Temptation was easy to resist when it wasn't standing in front of him, loose hair and sharp hips included.

He'd forgotten how much he loved combing Ben's hair with his fingers, letting it fall through and giving it a tug here and there. Just in case Ben forgot who exactly he was with.

"Hm? What was that?" Kirk teased, pretending to be innocent while he had his mouth soft vein on Ben's neck and his hand on the grand prize. But he couldn't hold the facade and immediately smirked, the little sounds Ben was making stroking his ego. How did they both still have pants on? He squeezed harder and at the same time, bit the soft spot of Ben's ear.

He knew, they both knew, how easy it was to fall back into bed with one another. Let the desire take hold. And Ben didn't want to be the reason his friend's marriage fell apart. But other factors had taken hold. And now here they were. Falling back into old habits, old patterns. And it was delicious.

Ben couldn't help but arch and his hands scrambled to hold onto Kirk's shoulders at that harder squeeze. OH! He moaned, unable to stop himself. He needed to get these boxers off. Now.

"I need you." He growled, "Either we get the rest of these clothes off, or I'll get myself off."

Relationships had always been a sticky issue for him. He'd never been great but then he'd never been horrible. There was a middle spot and Ben seemed to always fall there. He tried to stifle a chuckle at the other's impatience but to be fair, Kirk knew he'd pushed him to this point.

"I hope this isn't a turn-off but-" he sloppily kissed his way down Ben's neck. "You're kind of adorable when you get antsy."

But he wasn't about to get distracted when Ben was practically begging for him to take him to bonetown. Hm. Might be a good idea to not use that term aloud. That would be a turn-off. He sat up, groaning at the lack of contact, but moved both hands to the top of Ben's pants and boxers and started to wriggle them both off at the same time. "I'm not saying don't wear these pants again because your ass looks great in them," and he did love to look! "-but maybe next time don't wear anything at all." He nearly ripped them off and then started shuffling his own down his hips and knees and to the floor somewhere. When there was nothing but skin between them, Kirk crawled between Ben's legs again, grinning. "Though watching you get off does sound tempting, how about giving me a try at it?"

They always circled around one another, balanced each other out. It fit. It worked. They worked. It was funny how it ended up. Ben's relationships always seemed to crash and burn because his partner (whether male or female or other) seemed to think his heart wasn't in it. And maybe it wasn't. Maybe he was hung up on Kirk. Who knew. But maybe they had time now.

"Adorable?" He stared at Kirk before huffing and arching up towards those hands that had abandoned him.

Ben shifted to let Kirk remove his pants and boxers before giving a short laugh. "I'll really need to get you a key in the morning, I can't answer the door naked." He fell silent as he watched the other man disrobe, a grin on his face. He reached out and ran a hand along a bare hip, squeezing briefly.

Stupidly adorable.

As in Kirk lost half his brain cells when he did stuff like that ... like breathe but no one needed he was that easy for the man. Especially not the one who constantly made him feel like he had a constant hard-on. He tried not to think about it too deeply. It was just physical. And fun. And afterward when it was just Ben breathing softly on his back as he slept, sometimes it was everything.

"Uh, why not?" He laughed, then licked his lips. "That's the only reason I'd come over," Kirk teased, knowing that they both knew that was a lie.

Maybe next time he'd try a striptease because he really liked how Ben's eyes followed him as he tore off his clothes. Next time. The hand on his hip sent a hot thrill through him. He wriggled closer until he was leaning over the other, mindful of their limited space on the couch. He rolled his hips, not even bothering to hold back a moan. "What about the back door," he teased again, voice thick and heavy.

Ben laughed and grinned at Kirk. He reached up and ran a hand through the man's hair. He always kept it shorter and neat. Unlike his own which was reaching his shoulders and constantly trying to curl around his face. So often he kept it pulled back.

"Not even for my cooking? Just my body?" He chuckled and then squeezed the hip he was holding.

Any other words faded when Kirk rolled his hips. Ben whimpered. Oh that felt good. So very good.

Kirk had to laugh at his own joke but he forgave Ben for not catching on. It was unfair of him to expect Ben to do anything when they were near rutting into each other like this. But Ben wasn't playing nice either. That hand in his hair nearly distracted him completely. His eyes closed a little. Oh, hello fingers. Maybe he'd grow out his hair a little bit, see how Ben liked to touch it then.

"Using my own moves against me. You play dirty," he leaned down then and gave some rough attention to Ben's neck, working under the jawline. He was trying to not push too hard, make this go too fast but the way that Ben was moving against him, he wasn't sure if he could actually last.

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