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]

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."

[excessive]

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.

[teenyoda]

"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?"

[excessive]

"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."

[teenyoda]

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.

[excessive]

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."

[teenyoda]

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."

[excessive]

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.

[teenyoda]

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.

[excessive]

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.

[teenyoda]

"No, I've got a towel somewhere back here..." Don't ask, Isaac. And no, it wasn't for that. He reached over and rummaged around until he found it, wiping his hand off and draping it over the back seat. Watching Isaac like that was a bit of a rush. He'd done that. Him.

[excessive]

They played sports, did things outdoor. A towel there wasn't that odd. Not even thinking it had been for that even if that was what it was being christened with now.

Still his chest heaved even as he shifted with a small whimper. Sensitive and the air cool on his damp flesh even as he shimmied back, giving himself enough room to bend over.

[teenyoda]

He was putting the towel down when Isaac decided to move. "Hey, what are you doing?"

[excessive]

He paused, looking at Stiles. "Uhmmmm..." His cheeks blazed red. "I was going to go... Uhmmm..." He blinked, finding himself without words. "Go down on you," he finally muttered, looking down. Nope, bad gaze. Floorboard. Sure that was better. Eyes closed though. That was golden. "No?"

[teenyoda]

"Oh." Then a moment as he realized Isaac was serious. "Oh! I, um... I thought you were just saying that." He watched as Isaac's eyes tried to find somewhere to land. There was a small smirk when he just closed them. "Yes. Very yes. I just... I really didn't think you meant it."

[excessive]

One bright blue eye opened, peering at Stiles. He drew a slow breathing, releasing it with a stuttering sigh. "I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to," he admitted, licking his lips slowly, worrying they were dry. "It's okay if you don't want to."

[teenyoda]

"Of course I want to. What kind of idiot doesn't want a blow job?" He gave Isaac an incredulous look. "It's more if you still want to."

[excessive]

"Uhmm... the kind that just asked me what I was doing," he suggested, though he was smiling as he ran his hand over Stiles' thigh. "I do... I may not do it well but I want to," he said,leaning over and nuzzling at Stiles' thigh.

Springy hairs brushed his cheek and he found a thrill went through him at that.

[teenyoda]

The hand on his thigh had him closing his eyes. It was just a hand. It was just his thigh. But damned if that didn't feel amazing. Which was nothing compared to Isaac actually nuzzling against him. "Jesus," he whispered, hand coming down to card through Isaac's curls. His heart was going a mile a minute and he was already starting to pant a little, but he couldn't help it. This was... huge.

[excessive]

The sound in Isaac's ears might have been Stiles' heartbeat. Maybe it was his own. Whatever it was, it was deafening to him. A hard staccato beating out a rough rhythm as he fought for a breath. Drawing one, deep and steady and then slowly rubbing the flat of his tongue along Stiles' shaft.

He made a sound, not bothered by the taste, more curious than anything else.

[teenyoda]

A wordless cry left him, his hips lifting a little until he remembered to keep himself still. "Isaac, god..." One little lick of a tongue and he was ready to ramble on and on and on...

[excessive]

Isaac gasped, feeling slick skin against his cheek. His senses were entirely overwhelmed by the scent of the other boy, scenting nothing but the musk of Stiles' arousal.

Which was all it took to encourage him. It was too much and not enough and he ran his tongue along the head, just barely brushing the slit as he curled his fingers around Stiles' shaft.

[teenyoda]

"Oooh, Jesus. Isaac..." Even just a hand on him, a hand that wasn't his own was just so overwhelming. His head fell back and he grabbed at whatever part of the jeep he could get his hands on to brace himself.

[excessive]

Exploring with his tongue and lips, nuzzling and licking before sliding his lips down over the head. Closing them beneath the head, suckling hard at the head like he imagined would feel good to him.

[teenyoda]

"Oh my-- Jesus." Stiles' fingers scrabbled at the jeep as he tried to hold on, tried to keep himself from starting to fuck up into Isaac's mouth. "Oh my god, oh my god, Isaac, fuck, please, shit..."