I think its time for a new meme.

[caressdonttouch]

I call it....

The Flavors of Aphros meme.

So a wonderful fragrance has filled the air of... whatever setting you are in. This is really up to you where you meet your partners for this sort of affair. Or is it an ordeal? Whatever you call it you are stuck with it, so you might as well enjoy it no? This beautiful aroma fills you with a fire that

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Aizen Sousuke // Bleach // Anything goes

[transcendens]

10 lmao iiiiidk what i'm doing

[transmutates]

[ Kneeling in font of Aizen, and thus looking up forever, he brushes his gloved fingertips against the seat of Aizen's pants. His touch lingers, and he gives a jerk of his head to shift his long bangs out of his vision, making the somewhat worried expression on his features easier to see. He needs to know if he's going about this the right way, or if what he's doing is actually working, 'cause for some reason, the thought of Aizen being displeased is not one he wants to consider. ]

Hey. This alright?

fff, no worries!

[transcendens]

[ Lifting his hand from his side, Sousuke brushes the tips of his fingers against those unruly strands of hair, pushing them further back, way from Ed’s face. His eyes are warm as they look down at him, pleasure and desire mixed with just a hint of fondness, and a smile curves his lips. ]

Oh yes.

[ That same pleasure deepens an already deep voice, edging it with an undercurrent of roughness that speaks to carefully reined in patience. His forefinger brushes over Ed’s cheek. ]

It’s quite all right.

|'D

[transmutates]

[ Encouragement. He'd never thought he'd be so relieved to hear it, much less feel it through the way Aizen guides a finger across heating skin. That dark tone gives him a thrill, but what's important here isn't his own needs, but that of the man in front of him. Everything in Aizen's voice tells him what he needs to know, telling him what he needs to do, so his fingers pull open a button and tug at the zipper of the other man's pants. ]

Good.

[ The word is spoken quietly, low and reflecting the kind of controlled emotion that's heard in Aizen's voice. It's roughness is displayed in the way Ed raises a hand to tug off the glove on his left hand with his teeth, the white cotton dangling between his lips for a moment. The fondness is shown in the way he caresses Aizen and carefully slips warm fingers under cloth and fabric to brush against hardness. He then parts his lips to let the glove drop to the floor. ]

[transcendens]

[ Willpower and patience keep his hips still as the zipper’s lowered and the constricting pressure of his trousers ease. Sousuke’s dark eyes watch Ed’s lips form the single syllable of that word, nearly transfixed by the motion. Their intensity only grows as he peels the glove from his hand with his teeth, anticipation warring with a hunger that becomes more pronounced when those warm fingers slid beneath his clothes to brush against his erection.

Breath a quite hiss between parted lips, he strokes Ed’s cheek again, thumb dipping to trace the edge of his lower lip. ]

Keep going, Edward. Don’t stop on my account.

[transmutates]

[ A low groan bubbles past his lips, parting them and allowing him to draw Sousuke's thumb into his mouth. That dark look, full of hunger and want, is met with an intense gaze of need in his own eyes, making molten gold darken to amber. And Sousuke is warm in his hand, inciting him to draw his erection out of his pants and let his fingers dance across the tip before curling around the shaft with a squeeze. ]

Stop, heh. Yeah right.

[ As if he'd consider that now, voice a low murmur around the thumb in his mouth. ]

[transcendens]

[ His pupils dilate as Ed takes his finger into his mouth, turning brown eyes to black, and his lips part, unconsciously wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. But the sight’s nearly lost to him a moment later, eyes practically closing as that hand closes around him, the squeeze coaxing a low sound, too muted to quite be a moan, from him. Only for an instant, and he opens them again, meets those amber eyes. ]

Ah, Ed…

[ Slipping his thumb from Ed’s mouth, he draws it over his lip again. ]

The things we’re going to do this night. I promise, you’ll not forget them.

[transmutates]

[ For a moment, dark lashes lower as his eyes close as well, brought on by the thrill and heat flashing through him caused by Sousuke's vow. Hearing the other man's voice only seems to urge him on, lips bestowing a kiss to his thumb before he turns his head and brushes his cheek against Sousuke's hand. The touch is brief, because he's soon leaning in, fingers of his false hand massaging Sousuke's thigh as his breath flutters over his erection. ]

Hm.

[ A soft noise of approval because soon he's allowing his lips and tongue express just how much he appreciates and anticipates that promise. ]

9

[burstes]

[He's never felt this cold before. Not even in the frozen tundra of the north, snowstorms vicious enough to sink its biting chill into bone. This sets in like an icy rip-current, pumped through the natural heat of his blood, and Zuko can't shake it off.

Finding the shinigami in bed -- it's the middle of the night, shade and shadows cloaking everything -- the young prince crawls under blankets clumsily. He doesn't care about waking Aizen, not in this state, draping his body on top and clinging, rubbing for warmth, chin bumping a shoulder.]

S-Sousuke. Are you awake?

[transcendens]

[ It’s the drape of Zuko’s body, before he even hears his voice, that rouses Sousuke from sleep. Drowsiness changes to alarm as he hears that note of discomfort in the firebender’s voice, and the shinigami’s eyes open immediately, his arms curving around shoulders and a narrow waist, hands pulling at the blankets to situate them properly around them both. ]

Zuko? What is it?

[ Worry shades his voice, head angling to try to catch a glimpse of Zuko’s face in the darkness of the room. ]

Is something the matter?

[burstes]

I'm... freezing.

[The brace of those arms is welcome, but still not enough. He squirms with a desperation to be closer, whimpering pitifully, unused to such chill. Legs part to straddle Sousuke's thighs, one knee pressed between to seek that heat.

Zuko is kin with fire, so he feels the cold more keenly, hands curling into Sousuke's sleeping robe. His chin slides over the shinigami's throat as he tucks his face there, trembling.]

[transcendens]

[ He feels as warm as always to Sousuke’s palms, yet there’s no mistaking the urgency with which he tries to get closer or those plaintive little sounds he makes. One hand lifts to stroke Zuko’s hair, the other plucking at the blankets again, tucking them up around the firebender’s shoulders. ]

Shh, it’s okay. You feel normal, but… Perhaps you’ve contracted a fever. Here.

[ Shifting beneath him, Sousuke hooks a leg over Zuko’s hip, hitching them closer together, trying to ignore the way the younger man’s knee feels trapped between his thighs. It’s so easy to want him, to be taken by desire, and while he can feel the beginnings of an erection, he hopes, no doubt in vain, that it won’t be noticed. After all, his first priority here in Zuko’s comfort, not his own. ]

[burstes]

[It's not close enough, somehow. Zuko isn't convinced he'll find warmth like this, even held and quivering in the shinigami's arms, pressed into the firm front of Sousuke's body.]

Thanks, it's just - hard to concentrate.

[If it's a fever, Zuko can only hope it'll ebb with time. Rest isn't forthcoming; instead his fingers work open the front of Sousuke's robe, peeling it apart to yield smooth naked skin. He squirms to undress himself at the same time, trying to tuck himself into the front of Sousuke's robe.]

[transcendens]

[ It takes only a moment for him to realize what it is Zuko wants, and his hand drops from his hair to slide beneath the blankets and help open the firebender’s robe. Body heat, Sousuke thinks, may help him feel warmer, and he tugs the fabric back, feeling warm skin against his own. ]

Better?

[ His other hand rubs circles over Zuko’s back, touching as much of him as he can with the hope of leaving some of his own body heat behind. ]

Or is it more you need?

[burstes]

I.. need more.

[Losing his breath to the frantic murmur, Zuko sinks down against the shinigami's hot skin, curling into him, glutton for warmth. It doesn't touch him, not enough, it doesn't breach that icy chill, doesn't warm the pulse of his blood. Zuko tucks a fluffy head up under Sousuke's chin, knee brushing between legs along the hardened line of a cock with more precision, if accidental.

Without waiting, the prince peels from the rest of his clothes, a trembling state in Sousuke's arms. Completely bare and pawing for every bit of warmth the shinigami has on offer.]