671. There Are Different Types of Love....
(Taken shamelessly from mememaker's 126. I can love you in so many different ways. Because I looooove mememaker and this was one of my favorite memes.)
This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
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This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply.
- Go to RNG and enter numbers 1-3 ( Read more... )
[It's said with a smile, with a quirk of his lips and a slow drag of his hand as there's more pressure now starting to massage into his hip. Sterling's body shifting closer so their bodies press together at their sides in a way that is at least a slight temper to the heat that skips along his skin. Cass isn't telling him to stop, not that he'd really expected he would. He almost wishes he would, however ( ... )
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Playing with that line. Won't go that far, but likes the feeling of having him close, the feeling of touching, of lips on lips and hot kisses. There's a muffled noise that might have been Cas in between their mouths and he curls their bodies together, trying to run that line between sensual and sexual, and not sure if it's working.]
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He palms his hands down Sterling's sides, slips them up under his suit to untuck his shirt, slide fingers against the bare skin of his back. Murmuring appreciatively, he smooths over the soft curve of his spine, hands finally settling at the small of his back. Not pulling him any closer, just resting there and stroking fingertips over the stripe of skin above his slacks.]
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He sucks at Cas' lips, nibbles and murmurs into the breathless kiss between them. He's much less restrained when it comes to pressing into the hands sliding under his shirt. His fingers mirroring the gesture, curling against the other man's spine. Touches soft, coy as he traces over the vertebrae with a murmur, body curling in against Cas' as he pulls him in against him, shifting and trying to make it less likely for Cas to press against his erection like that.]
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He's tempted, so tempted to bring his leg up, hook it around Sterling's waist and pull their lower halves flush. The desire to grind against the man's body is almost overwhelming, but he resists, instead nipping against Sterling's lips, groaning slightly at the lack of the contact he craves.]
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He moans softly as teeth nip at his lips, the man groaning against his skin. Sterling sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, a low murmur at the feel, the taste of skin. When he slips away, it's only to trail kisses and nips of teeth against his jaw, down his throat, sucking more marks into skin, almost possessive. Eventually his head leaning into that curve of neck and shoulder, pressing soft, lazy kisses against his neck as he nuzzled into his body.
Now... if they could just stay ( ... )
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Sterling's hand is stilling at his side, just slow soft passes of fingertips over his skin. It's all very... Subdued, and Cas doesn't quite know what to make of it. Pleasant, he supposes, save for the fact that he's still very much hard and very much willing to move this along. The fingers curling in his hair and and tugging his head back slightly aren't helping matters at all; it's so distracting, in fact, that he only half hears what Sterling's saying.]
Huh?
[He's not really... Sure what that means. He'd have thought ( ... )
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Do tell me I don't have to explain that there are types of attraction that don't revolve around shagging people whose names you can't be bothered to remember.
[Sterling had actually thought he'd been somewhat obvious in all of this. Apparently not obvious enough, but things like flowers were in short supply and he wasn't sure Cas would have taken that seriously.]
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He snorts and makes a face. Of course he's aware that there's more than just shagging- and he likes that word, he'll have to remember it- but that's generally the part of the equation that doesn't really concern him, the part that he skips... Which most people, anyway. He has no problem being physically affectionate with just about anyone, because of the way it makes him feel- warm from the outside in, because it's the best he can do- but emotional affection is a totally different animal.]
Huh. Imagine that.
[Cas knows a good deal more about Sterling than most of the other people at the camp, but he has to admit that he hadn't seen this coming. He is truly woefully unprepared for handling this.]
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Given the lack of immediate and outright rejection, Sterling was going to take this as a win.]
You make it sound as if you've never done this before.
[He wasn't asking for anything; not now, at least. But, he wasn't the sort to play a cocktease without being candid about why there were lines in the first place. He'd told him before, of course; mentions over whiskey or whatever horrible liquor about not being the sort to play bedwarmer paired with heavy glances. However, Sterling would readily admit that half the time he wasn't certain how much of what they said on those nights Cas remembered in the morning ( ... )
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Why would I have?
[He's never had occasion, and the apocalypse doesn't exactly lend itself to that kind of thing. The idea is so foreign to him that he's never actually considered anything of the sort, and he's more than a little bit thrown off by the fact that it's Sterling of all people who he's having this conversation with. It's a bit disorienting.
He should probably stop this now, because it's going in a direction his has little experience with and he doesn't exactly like that. And frankly he's not sure if it's even something he wants at all. But those fingers are still sliding in his hair and smoothing over his side and there's a distant worry that if he just says it outright they'll stop, and he doesn't want them to.]
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Because you're lovely and interesting and clever, and I'm frankly surprised no one's ever admitted to it.
[There were other things he left out. Like that sadness in his blue eyes, the fact that there were moments; a certain curve of his lips, tilt of his head, or a way that he moved that made Sterling want to hold onto him. It wasn't just physical attractiveness; if it was they'd probably have been past the point of orgasm. He likes being around him as much as he enjoys anything in this broken world, and so he'll risk seeing where this goes ( ... )
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And then once he had fallen, well… If you spend one day in his company you've seen it all: drugs; sex; sleep; repeat/ Maybe some scavenging and whatever else Dean needed him to do thrown in there for flavour. It's just… Never been a thing. There was only one person he'd ever really thought about in that way, and it was so far from something that would ever happen ever, that, whether consciously or unconsciously, he'd just suppressed any desire for that particular kind of closeness ( ... )
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[Sterling brushes fingers against the side of Cas' face, and there's a waver in those dark eyes. He might not be the sort that shirks from what he wants, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't make him the slightest bit on edge. Because Cas hardly seems to grasp what Sterling's even talking about, and there is still a certain vulnerability in this. And Sterling hasn't really done this in quite a while, but he wants it, wants Cas in all the ways exemplified by dewy-eyed romantic comedies, as well as possibly some of the more edgy pornography.
He meets that gaze, still stroking his side as he touches his face, his fingers soft, trailing touches with a low murmur of breath. That slight way that he lets those walls of apathy and condescending indifference pull down even more than usual. Because he cares, as silly as such a sentiment is. And at the end of the world, it's not like there's a whole lot of second chances floating around.]
Does it help if I ask nicely? Please.
[And he can't quite help ( ... )
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