The Abrupt Kissing Meme

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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.)

Comments

[teenyoda]

"Ah... kinky." He felt a flush of heat at the thought of being tied up and wondered if maybe that wasn't a secret little kink of his. But finally he was free and he tossed the shirts into the back, hands resting on the sides of Isaac's neck as he moved back in to kiss him. If he happened to do a little grinding down against his crotch, well, that was just fucking awesome.

[excessive]

Isaac couldn't let him think about that kind of control. He had a wicked, predatory enough streak to know he'd torment him in ways that he thought were entirely sexy and hoped maybe a lover - Maybe Stiles - might find hot too.

And then that mouth was back on his and what could be didn't matter. What mattered was having this here and now.

Arching up against him, both leaning into the kiss and lifting his hips, pushing up against him with a groan.

[teenyoda]

"Let me... know if they... go anywhere." He was talking between kisses, referring to Danny and Ethan, though he was wondering how long it would take before he stopped giving any fucks over what the pair of them were doing.

Probably not long, given how he felt a flash of heat go through him at the groan from Isaac.

[excessive]

"Right... Them. Not going."

They were doing ... something. Probably fucking. Unless the car started, Isaac didn't care. Not about a damn thing but more of Stiles' mouth and those kisses.

And the way he was moving against the other boy. Rocking steadily now, each press of body to body bringing a small sound from him.There was something about the sensation, even with layers of clothing between them, that just felt amazing.

[teenyoda]

His answer to that was a whimper, mouth open against Isaac's as he panted, hips jerking forward as Stiles almost keened from the pleasure that small bit of friction was giving him.

He was no stranger to a little rub and tug, but having someone else involved made it feel sharper, more intense.

[excessive]

"Not enough room in this Jeep."

Muttering softly as he leaned in to lick and nuzzling at the juncture of neck and shoulder, dragging his teeth there even as his fingers slid down over Stiles' stomach, catching at the waistband of his jeans.

[teenyoda]

"Plenty of room in the backseat." He could feel his stomach twist as Isaac's hand moved closer to the money spot. God, this shouldn't be nearly as hot as it was, and yet he had no intention of stopping.

[excessive]

His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Stiles' jeans, slowly sliding toward the button. He undid it with a twist of his hand. "Is that where you want to move," he asked, lips skimming along Stiles' collarbone.

[teenyoda]

It was really hard to think past the fact that Isaac's hand was so very close to a very happy spot right now, especially when his lips were doing that thing. You know, the one where they touched him. "Um.. what-- what do you think?"

[excessive]

And they were touching him. Skimming along his throat, across his collarbone. Playing and teasing at his skin, suckling at his skin with a groan as he tugged down at the zipper.

"I don't want to think, and I don't want to stop."

[teenyoda]

He could hear the rasp of the zipper like a screaming noise in his head, his pulse picking up as he realized Isaac was that much closer to touching him. To making it all better. Or worse. He wasn't quite sure yet. "I think... Jesus, I just want to touch you."

[excessive]

Canting his head back, he smiled up at him. "I'm not stopping you," he pointed out, moving to slide his fingers down along the vee of the open zipper. Using that to brush his fingers against the hard length of Stiles through his underwear. Not at all soft, liking the feel of hot, hard flesh even through cotton.

[teenyoda]

Stiles jerked up into that touch, head falling down onto Isaac's shoulder before he moved his hands to Isaac's pants. He didn't have the room to undo and pull them down, which had him flicking a gaze over to the backseat. "Move with me. Come in the back and let me..."

Let him what? Get his pants down? And then what? How far was he willing to go?

At the moment he felt like he could go until there was nowhere else left to go.

[excessive]

He wanted more. All that his night was supposed to be and he'd never thought about it ending up here. Not that he'd be undressing Stilinski in the Jeep. Or moving to the backseat. Was he moving? Oh hell yeah.

"Come on. Move. God, need more room."

[teenyoda]

There was a fumble of limbs as Stiles tried to crawl into the backseat while he also tried to drag Isaac with him. He really needed to work on his coordination when he was horny, because he might have kneed Isaac in the ribs and had the edge of his seat scrape across his back before he was dumped in the back of the jeep, having to pull himself off the floor and onto the seat. No one saw that, right?

[excessive]

Oh Isaac saw it all but didn't care. No. It meant moving into the back seat, and despite the knee, it was kind of hot with his eagerness, and the way he rubbed against Stiles as he moved into the backseat.

Half leaning over the seat, fingers gripping Stiles' thigh as he moved to get back there with him. Moving over him, claiming his mouth again with a hard kiss even as he tried to work out of his shirt at the same time.

[teenyoda]

He was glad that there was still an interested Isaac trying to get into the backseat with him, Stiles' hands grasping for him even as he tried to situate himself properly. There were things in the way and they needed to be gone, so Stiles tried to graciously help with that, along with maybe tugging on Isaac's pants as well.

The mouth on his again distracted him, making him lean into it, tongue out to taste him again as he felt lips on his that felt unbelievably good.

[excessive]

Breaking the kiss so he could lean back as he moved to get into the back seat and kick his jeans off. Screw it. He didn't need those. His fingers gripped at the denim over Stiles' thighs, giving them a tug.

"Get rid of these or I swear I'm going to try and shred them," he admitted, dragging his nails over the denim though without claws. So far.

[teenyoda]

Was it weird that feeling the rake of Isaac's nails over his pants made his cock actually throb? Or that he could swear he made a wet spot on his boxers? He hoped not. But he did as asked, no, ordered, hands scrambling to undo his pants with an eagerness as he tried so very hard not to pant like he wanted to. Or whine. Whining was definitely off the table.

[excessive]

Isaac didn't care what kind of sounds Stiles made. All he cared about that clothes were coming off. Tugging more at the denim, leaning in as he ran his tongue over the flat of one nipple.

He wasn't even sure what to do, how to do it. Instead he just rushed to touch, to taste, anything that could get him more as his fingers curled around Stiles through his boxers as best he could.

[teenyoda]

He wasn't sure what had him lifting up and crying out more, the tongue on his nipple, which was surprisingly sensitive, or the hand on his dick, friction dimmed between the hand and cock by the boxers. "Jesus, Isaac."

Why wasn't he returning the favor? Oh right, because he was an idiot. He went one better, nimble fingers slipping past the band of Isaac's underwear and finding a hot, hard length to wrap around.

[excessive]

Isaac kept trying to think about what he liked, what he'd want done to him. Then he wasn't thinking about anything because there were fingers on his dick. Stiles' fingers. He was pretty sure his head was going to explore between the pleasure and the confusion.

His tongue trailed over his collarbone, mouth seeking out Isaac. He barely whispered between kisses. "How ... far... we going?"

[teenyoda]

"Don't know." He didn't, and he didn't care. All he was focused on was the way it felt when Isaac touched him like that. When his mouth was dragging over him and when he could actually taste him in between kisses. Was that weird? Probably, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing it. "Don't stop doing that."

He wasn't going to stop letting his own fingers glide up along Isaac's shaft, exploring it and mentally comparing it to his own.

[excessive]

Hips bucking, working himself against Isaac's hand. It was hot and he could barely breathe, and all he wanted to do was feel himself against Stiles. Moving to drop into the seat, slowly, not wanting to risk losing that contact even as his hands gripped at Stiles' hips, trying to pull him toward him.

"Come 'ere. Why aren't you back in my lap again," he asked with a growl. He wanted that, the ability to move against him, to touch over him and feel as much as he could of him.

[teenyoda]

Oh, well, he could do that. With less gouging and kneeing than before, he moved over to straddle Isaac's lap, legs having more room here than the front seat. His hand still slid over the hot cock it held, twisting slightly as he stroked over it. "Probably because you didn't ask me, dumbass."

But his mouth found that lippy one, pressing against it with an eagerness.