(Untitled)
The Public Sex Meme
This is for all you people out there who like a bit of a thrill. Does the thought of getting caught at any moment turn you on? Well, this meme is the one for you!
- Post with your characters name, fandom and any preferences
- Others respond to your post
- Roll RNG 1-11 for a location! The rest is kind of self-explanitory!
1) The ( Read more... )
Hands slide against feathers, ruffling them as fingers trail over a joint, and Castiel sighs into the kiss, pulls back to nip at Crowley's lip. For Castiel, the physical pleasure is the main draw, though the familiarity that comes with the wings is appealing in other ways, even if they do remind him of what he's lost. They're warm and strong in ways he just can't be anymore, and gripping onto them is the closest he imagines he'll ever be to feeling them again. It's worth fraternizing with a demon to be able to feel it, of that much he's absolutely certain. Everything else about this is firmly rooted in a gray area he wishes he'd never been exposed to.
There's a low groan as Crowley's fingers brush over his nipples and he presses closer, rocks his hips a bit as pleasure shoots down his spine. His own fingers trail down Crowley's chest, curl around his hip and Castiel uses the grip to hold him steady as he rocks forward again, more insistently this time. His body's already given away his desire, and so he sees no point in denying what he wants.]
Reply
Crowley shivers as fingers touch against the joint of his wing, and it's sensual and heated and he moans into the kiss. The way the angel touches his wings is hot and aching, and he wants/needs those touches. No one else touches his wings, just Cas, not even Dean being a jerk and tugging at the tip of a feather, anymore. He likes that, likes the way that it feels, the way it always seems to spiral into this. Lips locked together and touching against borrowed skin.
He murmurs as hands hold his hips, Castiel rocking that arousal insistently against him. His body is heated, aching with want, and his fingers circle those nipples once more, sliding down his chest. One hand hovering against the angel's side as the other presses against his arousal.]
Reply
He breaks the kiss, tips his head forward to sigh hotly against Crowley's neck as fingers circle his nipples, and he feels his cock twitch against the inside of his slack at the sensation. It shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't have him grinding his hips against Crowley's again, rocking into his hand... But he supposes it's a little bit late to be thinking about what should and should not be happening here- his body's already decided that it wants this, like it always does, and the state of mind for pulling away just isn't there.
His hands grip against Crowley's sides before sliding up, fingers sliding up his back to smooth over the place where the wings meet his body.]
Reply
His fingers tugging at the closures to the angel's pants, brushing fingers against that erection with a low moan. He likes touching the angel, likes it almost as much as he likes what Castiel's doing. Okay, maybe not quite. Because that touch of fingers, the way they trail soft sensation where his wings meet his body makes him shake, steals an almost embarrassing noise of want and pleasure from his lips. He curls fingers around Castiel's erection, stroking down his length as his other hand grabs his hip and pulls him in closer.
As much as Crowley loves clothes, even he has to admit they're both wearing too god-damn many.]
[ooc: would have been nice if I remembered to hit 'send' last night, yep.]
Reply
[There's a quiet groan and an attempt to still his hips as Castiel realizes what Crowley's trying to do; as much as he hates being so accommodating to a demon, his own desire is undeniable to the extent that he's willing to make some small concessions if it means more touches like that brush of fingers against his clothed cock, if it means more pleasure. He's beginning to understand why Dean chooses this as his preferred method of forgetting, or at least postponing thinking of things he'd prefer not to attend to.
His hands curl in wings and he answers that groan with a sigh of his own, tips his face and latches his mouth to the side of Crowely's throat. There's another moan as fingers curl around his length, and he sucks a mark into Crowley's skin by way of encouragement. He actually lets the demon pull him closer, too, because he's not about to fight him on this, not now. He angles his hips, shifts so that his thigh is pressed up against the front of Crowley's slacks, against the hot, hard line of his cock.]
Reply
Leave a comment