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The Abrupt Kissing Meme

The Abrupt Kissing Meme

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

(Shamelessly copied from here.)

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[Dean figured that, yeah, once they were on sure ground here... they'd switch a little. Or he hoped so anyway, because yeah, he wasn't always in the mood to bottom.

But right now? He was more than fine letting Sam set the pace. He wanted him to have the control tonight.

So far, he wasn't disappointed. He shivered when Sam's hand was on him, skin to skin. Oh, god. His brain was going to short-circuit here if he kept this up. His legs spread wider and dropped his head back to offer more access to his neck.] God, Sammy... you stop this time and I might have to kick your ass for it.

[The words were teasing and his voice was a little rougher, laced with arousal as he ran his hands down over Sam's back to draw him in closer.]

[Sam let out a husky chuckle and gave a slightly harder nip on Dean's neck.] Not stopping this time, promise. [Especially not with the way Dean's voice sounded, it was a way he had never heard Dean and he just kept finding more and more things he wanted more from his brother. That he did want more of this, but not just this and that might prove interesting, since Sam was the more emotional one. Again, he was thinking too much.

Knowing he had to move this forward, he slowly drew back and moved to straddle his brother after removing his hand from inside his boxers only to grip the waistband of them and pull them down. And once he saw the sight of Dean and just how well endowed he really was, he was praying he topped tonight. Not that Sam was small either.

Once the boxers were removed though, he hovered over Dean and allowed himself to move down so that he felt chest against chest, stomach against stomach and with the roll he gave of his hips, length against length - for now - and that sensation had a deep groan erupting from him.] Fuck.

[Dean lifted his hips to let Sam tug down his boxers, but his eyes were glued on Sam. His brother's body was strong and fuck, just amazing. His brother had never lacked in the looks department, despite any teasing Dean gave him, and now he could look as much as he wanted.

And he definitely wasn't small... which was a little daunting, but mostly it just sent a thrill through him. He wasn't all that surprised anyway -- Sam was a freaking giant everywhere else after all.

By the time Sam was stretched out on top of him, pressed skin to skin, Dean was just desperate for the feel of him. His legs came up around his brother's hips to keep him right where he was and squirmed just a little bit underneath him.] God, you feel so good, Sammy.

So do you. [He mumbled, tilting his head down to run his lips along his jawline. With the way everything felt, Dean's legs around him, he kept rolling his hips, loving the skin-on-skin friction that felt incredible and it egged him on, made him want more.] Think you're ready to try this?

[He was already panting, soft noises leaving him with each roll of Sam's hips. His own followed his rhythm, rolling up and grinding. Fuck-- fuck. The question made him pause.

So, there it was.

And Dean didn't have a doubt in his mind really.] Yeah... I am, Sammy. God, I want you.

I want you, too, Dean. [He whispered, slowly licking his own lips before reaching over to grab the lube. He knew or at least thought he knew that he had to first help Dean, get him used to it because as far as Sam knew, Dean had never been with a guy.

That thought had his hips pulling back a little and Sam moving back to kneel on his knees and pouring some lube onto two fingers. His eyes went to Dean's face, watching every reaction as he slowly reached down, just slowly pushing the tip of his index finger in, moving it in slow circles, not wanting to cause too much discomfort or pain.] Tell me if it hurts.

Yeah, yeah... you'll do fine. [Either way, Dean wanted to do this. He could handle discomfort and he could handle pain too if it came down to it. He took in a studying breath, making himself stay relaxed and just watched Sam.

It was awkward, but not really painful or anything. Good.

Now when it came to the actual sex bit? He wasn't so sure... not when he wasn't a small guy. Damn.] Doing good, Sammy.

[Sam felt slightly awkward, only because when it came to this he was completely clueless and he was worried about doing something wrong and hurting Dean or making this an extremely unpleasant experience.

Hearing he was doing good, he slid his finger in as far as he possibly could go, leaving it there to let Dean get used to the feeling before pumping it slowly in and out. A second finger than being added just as slowly as the first, Sam still watching every reaction and even though they weren't having sex yet, Sam felt himself throbbing because yeah, Dean was tight. Extremely freaking tight and that was just around his fingers.]

[Dean's breath hitched a little when Sam pushed his finger in deep. Now that was awkward, yeah, uncomfortable. He could handle it though. Bringing up his hands, he tried to distract himself by smoothing them down his brother's chest, exploring.

Two fingers were harder to get used to, but once he thought he could handle it, he started to roll his hips. His movements were tentative at first, experimenting with pushing his hips down against Sam's fingers, grinding on them-- oh, man, that was a weird feeling. He felt stretched and full... knew it'd get even worse as things progressed.

Even so, it didn't do anything to dampen his arousal. He was still hard, length twitching when he moved his hips just so and Sam's fingers moved against something amazing. He gasped softly, followed by a low moan.] Oh, fuck... like that, Sammy.

[Sam smirked slightly at how Dean was reacting and inwardly he was having a small victory because he was doing it right. But God, he just wanted to be inside him and to feel that intense pleasure. He wasn't sure though if he should add a third finger or just finally get the entire process further along because he definitely wanted to.

He took a moment, wanting to please Dean a little longer before slowly withdrawing his fingers and then pouring some into the palm of his hand, leaning up more on his knees before stroking his length slowly and making sure he had enough on. Taking a deep breath, he set the lube aside and moved over Dean again, looking down at him.] Ready? [He whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against his brother's.]

[That nervousness was back when he saw what Sam was doing. So, here it was, finally. He was both looking forward to it and a little worried about how it was going to turn out.

How the hell was he even going to fit? Which... was a stupid worry. Of course he'd fit. People did this stuff all the time and he knew it. Hell, he wasn't going to pretend he hadn't watched it either.

He returned the kiss softly, reassuringly as his parted his legs even wider to give Sam more access.] Yeah, come on. I've been ready for this for a long time, little brother. Just want to feel you.

God, I can't wait to feel you. [He whispered and braced himself up with one hand while reaching down with the other to line himself up. He was nervous about this because once this happened, there was absolutely no going back. They would then have fully crossed the line, but Sam wanted that. More than anything.

Taking in a deep breath to relax, he pressed the tip against his hole and slowly pushed in and then just stopped, leaving just the tip and his hand curled into the sheet beside Dean's head because.. shit, he was so damn tight and only the tip was in. Dear God.] Oh fuck.

[Dean's hands came up around Sam, digging into his back a little as he started to push in. Yeah, definitely more uncomfortable than a couple fingers... it burned a little, made him feel stretched almost to the limits and Sam wasn't even really that far in yet.

But fuck, he suddenly wanted to feel it. Discomfort and all, he just wanted Sam as deep inside him as they could manage. He let out a strangled little noise and pushed his hips up a litle.] God-- fuck, Sammy... Sammy, come on. Deeper.

[Already he was panting because it was getting intense and it barely started. Dean's encouragement made him want more, if that was even possible. So, he inched in more, pausing every inch or so for a minute to let Dean adjust before he was fully inside him and both hands were on the bed, fingers curled into the sheets as he held back from moving, just wanting Dean to get comfortable.]

Shit, you're so tight. [He groaned out before leaning down to press his lips firmly against his brother's, nipping at his lips.]

Fuck-- [Yeah, well, Sam felt fucking huge. Dean kept clinging to Sam, panting and gasping with each inch pushed into him and he tried to meet Sam by pushing his own hips up into the movements.

He moaned into his brother's kiss, returning it roughly. One hand went to tangle back in his hair, curling his fingers into the soft locks. He kinda hoped now that Sam never cut his hair, ever really.

Eventually, the fullness stopped feeling awkward and a little painful as his body relaxed and adjusted. It was then that he started to squirm a little, grind down onto Sam's length.] Sam... you can move.

[He liked it when he had been with women and they had their hands in his hair, but with Dean he loved it. And how could Dean sound so damn sexy? He almost felt like he was having the best dream of his life.

Dean told him he could move, though so he started a slow pace, rolling his hips so he moved in and out of his brother and it was the most amazing, most intense, incredible thing he had ever felt. He moaned out and suddenly lifted one hand to grip the headboard of his bed, his knuckles going white from how tight his grip was. Dean's name slipped out with every moan that came from him and he made sure to keep his lips close to his brother's as he moved, slowly increasing the pace.]

[Intense was a good word for it. He could feel every inch of Sam inside of him, moving. He couldn't help the soft noises leaving with him, the way it felt like every breath of air was only pushed right back out by Sam's thrusts.

One hand stayed in Sam's hair while the other moved down over his side to hold on.] Sam...

[He leaned up to catch Sam in a proper kiss. He tried to deepen it almost immediately, moaning into it.]

[How did he ever go without this for as long as he had? He wished he could've said how he felt to Dean years ago or that Dean would've told me, but at least they had this now, had each other in a completely different way and it was mind-blowing.

He gasped into the kiss before he deepened it along with Dean, while his other hand moved down to tightly grip Dean's thigh as he picked up the pace and with his hand on the headboard, his movements caused it to pound against the wall. How intense everything was, he had to break the kiss, but kept it so his lips kept brushing against his brother's, his hot pants coming out to hit against them between his moans.] Dean.. Dean..

[Dean was breathing heavy, like he couldn't get anywhere near enough air. It felt like he was burning up from the inside, drowning in this. The friction and the way Sam looked above him, the way he sounded. Dean followed Sam's thrusts as well as he could, bringing one leg up around his hips to tug him in deeper.

Yes, yes. God, he didn't need anything else, just this. Just Sam. He didn't want it to end, ever.

One hand eventually eased down between their bodies to wrap around his own length, stroking himself off in time with the pace they set.] Yes, yes, fuck-- Keep going, Sammy. Don't stop...

[He couldn't get enough of this. How Dean sounded, how he looked, how he felt and Sam felt like his head was foggy with everything. He could feel his body become slick with sweat and he honestly couldn't tell anymore if he was panting or moaning, but that didn't really even matter. All that mattered was Dean and them. Oh God, they were a them now. Or were they? Didn't really matter right now.

His eyes glanced down and he saw Dean stroking himself and he groaned.] Fuck, you're so damn hot. [He panted the words out, as he started to feel a hot, coiling sensation in the pit of his gut and he knew what that meant. He was starting to get close and he moved harder, faster into his brother, gripping his thigh that much tighter.]

Sam-- [The words panted got a hazy grin out of him. Sam should see himself... Dean couldn't get enough of the sight of his baby brother moving over him, skin slick with sweat and hair hanging down in his face. His free hand came up to brush some of it back as he leaned in to kiss his lips lightly.] Look so fucking good, Sammy... think I could watch you all night.

[And if Dean had it his way, he would. There had to be so many ways to make Sam moan and writhe and he planned to find every single one of them.]

[It wasn't going to take long for him to get there, he was already so close to coming. Sam wasn't helping, the way he was thrusting in even harder, faster. His hand sped up over himself and he arched back with a soft cry. One little shift and Sam was hitting that spot he'd found earlier that had sparks shooting up his nerves, had him practically seeing stars.

He was coming before he knew it, with another cry of his brother's name leaving his lips.]

[He let out a breathless chuckle at what Dean said and the little brother part of him wanted to make a smart ass comment, but nothing came to mind. Not during this. He loved the little touches though, the way Dean looked at him. He loved Dean.

Suddenly, out of nowhere he felt Dean get even tighter and he didn't think that was possible. He felt something warm hit against his stomach, but it didn't bother him at all. He just sped up a little more until his eyes were clenching shut and his mouth hung open as he cried out Dean's name, coming hard enough that his body shuddered above his brother.]

[Dean gasped when he felt Sam coming inside of him, making his eyes stay open and watch as Sam rode it all out. God... he looked good, so good. It was a sight he never wanted to forget, ever. Bringing up his hands, he rested them against Sam's sides, just wanting to hold on to him, keep him close.]

Sammy...

[He was grinning hazily as he leaned up to kiss Sam lightly, peppering them down over his jaw, along his cheek. That had been... amazing. Some of the best sex he could remember having.]

[It took everything that Sam had to not let himself collapse onto his brother, but he held himself up on his hands and leaned his head down so that his forehead was pressed against the other's shoulder. Sam didn't have a ton of sex in his life, but he had enough to know what was good and what wasn't and what had just happened? Was amazing.]

God, that was.. [He trailed off and just chuckled, but his body was shaking so reluctantly and slowly he pulled out of his brother and rolled onto his back, finally catching his breath as he stared up at the ceiling.]

Yeah... [He couldn't help the hazy smile that lingered on his lips, even if he felt kind of sore... good kind of sore though. Amazing sex kinda sore.

The empty feeling when Sam pulled out wasn't so great, but... no regrets about that.

He looked over at Sam when he laid down before deciding to shift onto his side and curl in a little closer.]

Can't believe we really did that...

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