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[thisisameme]

dirty kinks

( YOU ARE FOREWARNED!! THIS MEME IS LIKELY TO CONTAIN TRIGGERY THINGS!! if you don't like it, don't participate. )

what to do:
☢ comment with your character
☢ others will rng 01-09 to pick a kink
☢ things happen

kinks to choose:
01.) bondage how it happened, you're not sure, but one of you is tied up. maybe you like it, maybe you don't. either

Comments

Thank you! I have a personal hate for starting sometimes.

[distinctive_guy]

[Eliot stepped into the hotel room after Dean and looked around briefly before the door shut behind him. Even in situations like this he was used to marking out all the alternative exits before letting the one he knew close. Or perhaps especially situations like this, walking into someone else's territory with a dangerous stranger.

Who was looking towards him with a mischievous smirk that promised such a night of fun that had Eliot grinning back similarly.

As Dean stepped close, Eliot took in the strong whiff of his smell once again. Without the jacket he could smell the other more clearly. Sweat and beer mixed in with the more primal scents of smoke and earth. Those pleasant scents were what attracted his wolf to this man to begin with, and brought back that rush of simplistic animal desire he felt back at the bar.]

What're you waitin' for?

[Putting his own calloused hands over Dean's, he guided the man's fingers into helping him strip both his shirts off, the long sleeve and tee, that left his scarred upper torso bare for inspection. Unashamed and grinning, he waited for Dean to soak in the sight before Eliot asked huskily:] Like whatcha see?

[winchester_lost]

[Dean didn't need much encouragement to start stripping Eliot out of his shirts. A low murmur when they dropped to the ground, letting his screen eyes scan over the exposed upper body bared to the air. The scars on the skin caught his attention. Dean's own was body was about as heavily scarred, but it wasn't often that his bedroom partners led quite as rough a life as his own. It was interesting. He dragged his fingers across one of the more prominent ones, gentle touch despite the callouses of his fingers. He grinned back, nodding in agreement to that question.]

Yeah, yeah I do.

[He then made quick work of his own shirts, just yanking them off over his head and tossing them to the floor to join Eliot's. His hands then pressing back to skin, touching and sliding over warm flesh, with a light touch. A grin and a lift of an eyebrow as he looked at Eliot that phrased back the same question. His skin carrying scars both mundane and supernatural. Hunting was a rough gig.]

[distinctive_guy]

[Up close and skin to skin, that earthen smell assaulted Eliot's sensitive nose like the soulful call of the forest itself. It was dizzying, and it had the hitter moving into Dean's personal space until his hands were running over the ripple of muscle, skin and scars.

Here was another man who lead a hard and brutal life, with the very proof of such passing under his very hands.

Everything about this shouted to him that Dean was dangerous, but his wolf found a sort of challenge in that, as if it would be enjoyable rather than deadly to lay with someone as powerful as himself. Perhaps not quite as powerful as a werewolf, he amended silently, chuckling aloud. Although as his finger followed a particularly bad looking scar, Eliot wondered if Dean could be more than human as well.]

Very nice.

[He leaned in and buried his face against Dean's neck to inhale deeply before giving the area a curious quick lap with his tongue.] Very nice.

[Pulling back enough to speak huskily into the other's ear, he drawled in his southern honey tones,] What'd ya say we take this over to the bed, huh? Lose some more pieces of clothin'. Roll 'round a bit. What'd ya say to that?

[winchester_lost]

[Dean murmured low in his throat as Eliot's hands were running over his bared skin. The warmth of the touch made him press a little more into the Hitter, his hands still tracing over muscles, stroking against skin, moving up along the man's sides to run hands over broad, strong shoulders. Eliot was strong, powerful, he could feel it in the build of his body and it made Dean shiver a little.

There was always something delicious about being with someone physically strong, an edge of danger, but a mostly safe sort of danger. Of course, Dean was raised to violence and fighting. The concept of a human being able to take him in a one-on-one fight, even if it did start in the bedroom, just wasn't something he worried about. Not to mention he had faith in his judge of character, even if it was usually a bit diluted by the alcohol.

He gasped heatedly as Eliot's face pressed into his neck, a lick of a tongue that made him shiver. He liked where this was going even more than he'd expected. His green eyes flickered hot, with a bat of his eyelashes at that suggestion, warm Southern drawl that was all bedroom suggestion.]

Sounds like the best idea I've heard all night.

[A grin, a playful nudge of Eliot's body toward one of the beds.]

[distinctive_guy]

[His grin turned from playful to arrogant as he walked backwards, hands now linked around Dean's strong, powerful waist to drag the hunter along with each slow step. It was almost like a sensual dance, a foreplay to their horizontal one later tonight.]

Thought the best one was comin' here with me.

[Eliot was pulled back enough to be facing Dean with an inch or two to spare between their faces, and he looked into those deep peridot eyes with his lust darkened aquamarine ones. Then closed the distance again for a quick searing kiss.

It was nothing like kissing a woman who were all soft curves and tenderness. Eliot was gentle too, but this was all hard muscles and slightly scratchy stubble with lips that pushed rather than yielded. It was brutal and fast too, with the passion of an animal hungry to be laid.]