bakerstreet | 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.)

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

"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.

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.

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.

"Such a romantic," he muttered against Stiles' mouth, finding it a lot more endearing when there was touching and nudity and the heat of the car and the scent of arousal around them.

His hands slid over Stiles' hips, brushing against the small of his back and then down over the curve of his ass. Moaning, he rocking up against him. In his mind he imagined this, imagined fucking Stiles as he rode his lap.

It was enough to move one hand around, wriggling to get his hand past fabric and get long, nimble fingers around Stiles' cock.

"If you wanted romance, we should have picked up flowers." He was enraptured with learning the differences of Isaac's cock, trying to find what turned the werewolf on the most. Of course, it was hard (ha ha) to do that when Isaac was intent on trying to distract him by touching his own cock.

"Fuuuuuck." He groaned, lips dragging against Isaac's cheek, imagining all sorts of things himself. He both wanted to be the one fucking as well as the one being fucked. Each picture sent a corresponding shiver to the region most involved.

"Is that code for bending you over the hood of the Jeep," he asked, kissing along Stiles neck, teeth playing against his collarbone, nipping almost rough and hard to the skin over bone. "I'm all for that if it is," he admitted, nuzzling the hollow of his throat.

Even as he whispered those words, his fingers played over Stiles' cock, teasing at the head of his dick, thumb playing along the slit.

"No, it's not." He would have scowled if he wasn't busy rolling his eyes back in his head, ass clenching and lifting up as he felt the thumb teasing over him. "You're such a... a thing."

Don't bother making fun of him over that, Isaac. He was already mentally berating himself. Apparently his brain shut down when other things were being toyed with.

"Shame," he murmured, mouth gliding up and over Stiles' throat, nuzzling at the moles along his jaw and cheek. "You'd look hot like that."

Definitely feeling cockier as he worked his hand over the length of Stiles' dick. "Maybe not tonight," he whispered, his mouth finding Stiles'. "Another time."

"Maybe another time it'll be you bent over it." Oh yeah, that was a pretty picture in his head. And Jesus Christ, Isaac had a mouth that Stiles could lick at for hours. Lick at, nip at, kiss at.

He was trying to tug Isaac's pants down with his other hand, wanting more room to jerk Isaac off with the other.

"Mmm, I like that idea too," he admitted, writhing and pushing up against Stiles' touch. "When I claw up your paint though..."

Oh yeah, he liked that idea a lot given the way his cock jerked against Stiles' hand.

He wasn't sure what made him groan like that, that his jeep might get wrecked again or how that picture made his stomach clench. Judging by the twitch of Isaac's cock in his palm, he could figure out how it made the werewolf feel.

The cock in his hand was hard and swollen, especially near the tip. It was hot, a little slick by the clear fluid Stiles was spreading over it with his thumb whenever more appeared. "You wreck it, you're paying to fix it."

Right in that moment, Isaac would have promised anything to get more from Stiles. Even money he didn't have to repair the Jeep.

"If you keep doing that,' He moaned, bouncing up against his touch. "I steal you a brand new fucking sports car," he vowed.

"I like my jeep." But there was a definite thrill in his chest at those words. He was doing something right and that was a damn good thing. He knew he could please himself in seconds, knew his own likes and preferences better than he knew anything, but having to put that into play on someone else was a little daunting.

"Is that good?"

"It's good. Fuck yeah. It's more than good," he groaned, wishing he could be more articulate but he just couldn't bring himself to think. Not the way he was being touched, his cock jerking against Stiles' hand.

"God, so fucking close," he moaned, leaning in to find Stiles' mouth. "Get me off. Want to see if I can handle doing to you what was going on in their car."

There was actually a moment when he couldn't breathe, hearing Isaac say that against his mouth, feeling the heat of his breath over his lips as he heard... yeah, as he heard that and the offer and the thoughts that it brought to his mind. Jesus.

He let his breath out in a rush, hand moving over Isaac with a definite purpose now. "You-- You want to do... that?" Nope, his brain couldn't handle it, his own cock twitching in interest.

His heart was racing from more than Stiles' touch. He was mad to make that offer. He was going to screw it up. Or not like it and leave Stilinski hanging. He didn't even know but now it was out there, and he was Isaac Lahey, and he wasn't backing down.

"I think so. Yeah. I do," he moaned, panting hard so it was nearly a whine. Shuddering as he thought about it. "Never... but wanna."

Stiles' fingers slid along Isaac's shaft, his palm brushing over the top and feeling the sticky smear of precome over it. "That's... god, that's way hotter than it should be."

That mixed thrill of lust and fear went through Isaac, driven on by Stiles' touch. Moaning, the sound loud in his own ears, he bucked up against the other boy's hand. It didn't take much of that sensation as he came suddenly, his entire body jerking with the sensation as he made soft, strangled sounds.

There was a part of him telling him he should be a little grossed out that he had someone else's come all over his hand, but really, he was just impressed that he had someone else's come all over his hand. He'd done that. Him. All by himself.

Fuck yeah.

Breathing. That would be good. Something more than panting as he stared at Stiles with wide eyes. He was supposed to be on surveillance and now it was hot sex and a whole new way of looking at the other boy.

"Sit back," he panted in a soft breath. "And can wipe your hand on my jeans," he offered.

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