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The Midfuck Meme

MIDFUCK MEME

♋Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of it.
♋ Want to add some direction and maybe a little kink? Take a spin on the Random Number Generator to give yourself a location. (Change the max from 100 to "10").
♋ Have fun threading out hot sex. Maybe they'll want another go, afterward.~

1. Between These Sheets
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~

2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.

3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.

4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
You're pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.

5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?

6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.

7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.

8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.

9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
A private place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.

10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy

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Isaac doesn't exactly comfort Stiles as he slumps forward on top of him- though he appreciates the efforts to keep most of his weight off. All the same, he finds that the post-coital haze from angry sex like this is just... exhaustion. Not really any sort of happiness or bliss, just a mind numbing heaviness.

It's... relaxing almost, and Isaac makes a low grunt when Stiles speaks, not quite wanting to be pulled back into reality quite yet, but it seems like he doesn't have much of a choice.

So, he sighs, pulling his hands out from between them and wiping the mess as best he can onto the wood of the table. That's what sanitizing wipes were for, right?

"I'm not exactly your number one fan either," he mumbles in a little groan, pushing lightly at Stiles' shoulder. Moment successfully over. Exhaustion staved off until he reaches a point later that he's more comfortable collapsing in.

"...Where the hell are my pants?"

He moves when he's pushed, his leg slipping off the table, foot hitting the floor. He pulls himself upright on legs that aren't quite sure they're capable of holding him, standing by the table and looking down at the mess made of Isaac.

That was unreasonably hot. He took a mental picture, etching the sight into his mind to play over later. "On the floor. With the rest of our clothes."

Because yes, he was going to remind Isaac of the fact that they were both butt naked.

"Ah. Yeah."

Isaac notes Stiles eyes on him and grins a little darkly, lifting his arms above his head for a nice, languid, totally necessary stretch against the kitchen table, before slipping down bonelessly to stand on the floor. Save that for your memory banks.

There's an odd sort of lanky grace to him, and he's all long limbs and sharp elbows, but he knows how to move, as he bends down to grab at his boxers and tug them up around his knees, before pointedly looking up at Stiles.

"Aaaand a washcloth?"

Why? Why was that so unbelievably hot? He felt a slow curl in his stomach, a prod of arousal as he watched Isaac slide off the table. He blinked out of it when he mentioned the washcloth, trying for all the world to look like he hadn't been gawking.

"You get paper towel. Washcloths are for showers only." Was there an implication there? Possibly. Shut up, Isaac. You're distracting him. He went over to snag his own boxers, tugging them up and over himself before going and ripping off one to hand to the werewolf, trying not to notice the mingled come sliding lower.

Isaac chuckles effortlessly, but it still sounds oddly predatory, like there's some kind of macabre punchline that has yet to be told. Still, he takes the paper towel and wipes at his abdomen and stomach, where the worst of it is. The rest can wait for a shower when he gets home.

"Is that an invitation, Stiles?"

It's flirtatious, but darkly so. You may have just had Isaac on his back on your kitchen table, but he's still a big, bad wolf who can rip you limb from limb as soon as look at you, and this is probably a very bad idea, but- so be it.

Stiles is reminded of that fact when he hears the laugh, the hair on the back of his neck prickling. He's never been one to back down just because of a potential threat, even if he probably should.

"I'm sorry, were you expecting something handwritten with gilding on it?"

He gave Isaac a purposefully cavalier look before he picked up his clothes and left the kitchen, heading upstairs for the shower. Isaac was welcome to do whatever he wanted, but they both knew a challenge of sorts had been put down.

"A straightforward answer might have been nice."

But he shrugged in the end and grabbed for his clothes, slinging his pants over his shoulder. Isaac followed Stiles at a bit of a distance, sniffing and poking at various photos in the hallways, clocks on the mantle- curious, more than anything. Might as well stay for a bit, right?

He reached the bathroom and dumped his clothes in the hamper. Then he went over to the shower and ran the taps until he was the temperature he wanted. Trying not to pay attention to the fact that Isaac was in there with him (it wasn't like they hadn't been naked in a shower room before), he shucked his boxers off and added them to the hamper.

His hands moved to half cover himself, his eyes looking up at the beta from under dark lashes.

Isaac found himself leaning against the cold tile wall, arms folded across his chest as he watched Stiles heat up the water with a- slightly amused stare.

"Shy, Stilinski?"

"No." Yes. Especially when Isaac was actually looking at him. It was easier just to step into the water, using the flimsy shower curtain as a mini buffer, one he knew would be useless soon enough. God, was he ever going to be able to be naked around Isaac again? Locker room awkward potential.

He quirks an eyebrow at that, leaning to peek around the curtain at him.

"...really? Because if you were gonna invite me up here just to play the blushing virgin, then I'm not that interested."

His mouth screwed up in frustration, but he turned around and grabbed at one of Isaac's hand, pulling at him to get him to join him in the shower. "I'm not blushing."

The virgin part of that comment would be left untouched for now. He wasn't quite sure how what they did would be classified in terms of losing it or not. Probably not.

Isaac stepped in then, with a cocky little grin.

"You looked like it to me."

"Maybe you need to get your eyes checked." Stiles felt the water cascade over his face, making him lift his other hand to clear his eyes before he met Isaac's. "Are you going to come closer, or are you afraid I'm going to bite?"

One extra helping of bravado, check.

"Sorry, then."

Sarcasm. Isaac steps in close, a hand on the wall on either side of Stiles' head. They're inches away now.

"Would you rather have me here?"

Two answers flashed through his head, but he had a feeling this was one of those actions are louder than words moments. His nonverbal answer was to lean in and bite at Isaac's lip, starting another messy kiss as his hands found themselves at a naked waist, fingers gripping as he pulled him in closer.

Isaac grinned at that, returning the kiss and pressing forward, pinning Stiles bodily against the wall. He's perfectly fine with nonverbal responses, as long as this is what he gets out of it.

The tile is cold against him and Stiles flinched at the contact, but he didn't pull away from Isaac. If anything, he wrapped his arms more tightly around him, pressing the fronts of their bodies together while his tongue slid past smug lips.

The corner of his lips quirked up at that, and Isaac sucked at Stiles' tongue for a moment, before pulling back, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes.

"Again?"

Yes, again, because he hadn't been able to touch enough the last time. His hands moved down Isaac's wet back, settling over one ass cheek each. "Too tired?"

"I should be asking you that."

And he leaned forward, biting at the other boy's jaw, his grin a little mischievous as his hips rock forward against Stiles' thigh.

"Werewolves, you know."

Stiles felt the punch of arousal to his gut, pulling Isaac in tighter with his hold on his ass. "Teenage boy. I'm good to go in less than a minute after finishing."

Then he turned and bit at Isaac's lip, sucking it into his mouth before sliding his tongue over it and into his mouth.

Isaac wants to remind him that they're both teenage boys, but then Stiles' tongue is in his mouth again and, well, that's okay. He bites, scraping teeth along delicate skin, his own hands sliding up Stiles' sides, nails hinting at scratching.

He almost forgets where they are for a minute. There's that urge to press Isaac up against something, to use gravity as an ally to rub and rut against him. But he remembers before he tries to do anything too stupid, though a hand does move between them, grabbing at Isaac's length and holding it. Not stroking, not moving, just holding it like he was claiming ownership.

It elicits a hitched gasp out of him, and Isaac breaks the kiss to press his forehead against the wall over Stiles' shoulder.

"Move-"

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