Open RP Post

[puppiesandrazors]

↪ Pick one of my characters OR drop any character of yours in and get a random choice.
↪ Use RNG and enter 1-14 for a scene; roll again for specifics.
↪ Or cheat and just pick something.
↪ You can also just throw a picture, quote, or whatever kind of prompt you want.
↪ OPTIONAL: combine a bunch of memes and scenarios and go nuts.
↪ NOT optional: HAVE ALL THE FUN OR ELSE.
↪ Note: speed may be variable depending on game threads

Shamelessly stolen and modified from Anne who shamelessly stole and modified it from Conway. Zero regrets.

I. BED INVADERS

A. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous CR, etc.)

1. WAKE THEM UP. You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
2. PRANK! Oh, this has just got to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
3. CAN'T BEAT 'EM, JOIN 'EM. Push 'em over & snuggle up. You're too tired to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
4. LET THEM SLEEP. Whatever. It's noon. They're asleep and you've got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.

B. Decide you have NO CLUE who is person is! (No CR, castmates who have never met, crosscanon, etc.)

5. SCREAM 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP!' Really. Default action going on here.
6. PRANK! What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise what you do.)
7. GENTLY AWAKEN THEM. Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted, but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
8. GET TO KNOW THEM NON-BIBLICALLY. Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. AS a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
9. TIE 'EM UP. FUNCTIONAL typing up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.

C. Decide - fuck the police. You heard. Fuck 'em.

10. YOU MOVE FORWARD AND MAKE YOUR OWN FATE.

II. ROAD TRIP

1. BREAK DOWN. Oh snap. Your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?
2. HITCHHIKERS? Is this even a good idea? Threads may also have a third participant. Go wild.
3. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT? Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... Or I think that was a deer...
4. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND. Alas. You're the parent or disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the bakc. This thread may also have a third or even fourth participant, if you can wing it.
5. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK! No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.
6. THE GREAT ESCAPE. Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.
7. MAKE OUT. For whatever reason, the person you're traveling with in the car. You would love to make out with them and then some.

III. CUDDLES

1. SWEET DREAMS. It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
2. STORMY WEATHER. The heavy rain, thunder, and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
3. SLOW DANCE. It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
4. SURPRISE ATTACK. Time to invade someone's personal sapce. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
5. MOVIE NIGHT. It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
6. I LOVE YOU, MAN. It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
7. JEEPERS CREEPERS. Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
8. HURT AND COMFORT. Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped, or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
9. SUNDAY MORNING. Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there's just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart's content.
10. MOMENT AFTER. You just had incredible, vigorous sex and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
11. MENAGE A TROIS. Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
12. PLAYER'S CHOICE. Pick one or make up your own!

IV. HURT/COMFORT

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though.
6. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to make up.
7. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
8. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheat on, abuse, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
9. LOSS. You've experienced a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

V. FIGHT

1. FISTFIGHT. Straight-up, unfussy, no-holds-barred facepunching. Clearly you're emotionally invested in this argument. Or maybe you want some stress relief.
2. BAR FIGHT. Someone's had one too many drinks. Curses are being slurred, bottles are being smashed. Just don't be surprised if you get thrown out.
3. VERBAL. A caustic, intellectual battle of wits? Or just immature playground insults? Either way, the fighthing here isn't physical; sticks and stones can break your bones, but we'll see if words can hurt you...
4. WEAPONRY. Fencing practice or a real swordfight? Paintball or battlefield gunfight? The only limits are your imagination (and the extents of human military engineering, of course)!
5. SPARRING. Maybe you're a streetwise punk teaching the new kid on the block the ropes of self-defense. Or perhaps you just want to get some practice in before your karate exam.
6. SEXY. That collar-grabbing led to a kiss, that knee stayed in a place a little too long, those gazes got a little intense... There's heavy breathing here, but it might not be because you've been exerting yourself.
7. DUEL. You insulted the wrong person. Or got caught cheating at cards. A duel, sir, a duel! The gloves are off (and slapping you) and it's pistols at dawn.
8. COMPETITIVE. Boxing, wrestling, martial arts, the possibilities are endless. Just remember: the first rule of Fight Club...
9. OTHER. Combine any of the above, or make up your own!

VI. BODY HORROR

1. WATER-DWELLING. You've grown gills, or your skin is turning translucent, or you're sprouting fins, or maybe you're outright turning into some form of sea life. It doesn't matter what you're turning into - what does matter is taht you're slowly losing the ability to breathe air, and there's no water in sight.
2. ANIMAL. Something bit you, and you're turning into an animal. Your bones lengthen or perhaps shrink, break, twist, and reform. Your teeth lengthen or shorten. And above all, you feel your instincts being overridden. Your senses sharpen; you notice smells you never did before. Your vision becomes more sensitive to movement. If you're a predator? Man, these people look mighty tasty. Prey? OH GOD. EVERYTHING IS TERRIFYING. Lizard? Enjoy your new inability to regulate body temperature. Bird? Have fun with the whole beak and hollowing bones. And don't get us started on insects and arachnids.
3. PARASITIC. Something's inside you, and it's changing you from within, chewing up your insides and altering your thoughts. You're not sure how much longer you're going to be you, and when the parasite's going to take over completely...
4. DEMONIC. You've been meddling with dark powers beyond the ken of mortal man, and it seems you've accidentally sold your soul. Will you be the traditional kind of demon, horns and hooves, or something far more terrifying and ineffable?
5. UNDEAD. No doubt about it, you're dying. But as you are, something's been altered in you. Maybe you're becoming a vampire - and not the fun kind either; we're talking ugly, ravenous, and mad. Maybe you're a zombie, or a ghoul, and human flesh looks mighty tasty. Or maybe you're just turning into a ghost bent on vengeance. In any case, death is never fun.
6. CYBERNETIC. Get captured by the Borg? Strapped to an operating table? INjected with nanites? Whatever happened to you, you're slowly turning into something half-human, half-machine, and your squishy bits are being replaced by mechnical components.
7. LOVECRAFTIAN. You've heard their song, the terrors from beyond the stars, and even no they sing in your blood as your frlesh transmutes into something ineffable and unknowable. You revel in the pain. You feel even as you seek to spread it, to herald the end of all things... Or maybe worse. You're aware of the transition as your mind becomes not your own.
8. FUSION/HIVEMIND. Youv'e begun to fuse with the first person who tagged you - physically, mentall, or both. Soon, you can't tell who is who, which one of you is the real you, as yur thoughts become one. Join in the fleshsong, mortal.
9. INANIMATE. Your body slowly petrifies and hardens, tuning to stone, wood, glass, or somethign stranger still. Or perhaps you liquefy or maybe you dissolve into the air itself.
10. WILDCARD. Pick whatever you like, combine a few options, or make up your own.

VII. HIGH SCHOOL AU

1. CLASS TIME. Pick your class, pick your seat. Whether you're paying attention or goofing off, you're interacting constantly with someone else.
2. BREAK TIME. Those precious minutes that aren't lunch, usually half an hour if you're lucky. Are you hanging out on the grass, rushing to get homework finished, or bunking off school early?
3. LUNCH TIME. Food, glorious food! ... As long as you're not eating the school lunches. What sort of chaos will you get up to in the endless queue that is the lunch line?
4. FOOD FIGHT. The natural reaction to being served school lunches: throwing them as far away from you as possible. You're caught in the middle, or maybe you're instigating it. Who knows? No one can tell.
5. STUDY PERIOD. Yeah. "Studying." They mean catching up on gossip, right? Or watching that crappy TV in the common room? Or maybe you really want to study. I'm not judging.
6. SKIPPING SCHOOL. Did you even get to school before you bunked off somewhere? Or did you just take the bus five stops further and in to town? Hope you don't get caught, either way.
7. EXAM WEEK. You're going into an exam, or just cramming every last bit of knowledge into your head. Either way, good luck! You're going to need it.
8. DETENTION. What did you do? Or were you innocent and wrapped up in your friend's scheme, and now you both have detention? I do not envy you at any rate.
9. SUMMER HOLIDAY. SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER! Burn your books, burn your uniforms. Everything is over for another 6 weeks (or however long you get off).
10. FACULTY. Oh, hello miss/sir. No, we weren't talking about bunking. Yep, you're the teacher. IMPORTANT NOTE: If you get this option, you or your partner can do a second roll for the scenario.
11. TAKE YOUR PICK. Free for you. Whether you want to pick something from the list, or make up your own scenario, this option allows that. (Of course, you could just bypass the rolling entirely.)

VIII. APOCALYPSE HOW

1. LAST ACTION HERO. You tried your best to save the world, but despite the superpowers, the teamwork, and the sacrifice of many good friends, you couldn't quite pull it off. Now you're left with your guilt and a universe where half the people left are depending on you to help them, while the rest are trying to hunt you down for your failures. Good luck with that, hero.
2. SCIENCE SAVIOR. They said it was impossible, they said it was futile, but you know that if you just got a little bit of support you could fix all of the world's troubles. Maybe your experiments are a bit on the unethical side, but the survival of humanity is depending on you! You can't let the world down. Time to grab those test-tubes and get yourself a lab assistant that doesn't mind getting their hands dirty.
3. THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH. Well, it's finally happened. A virus or disease or genetic mutation has all but wiped out members of the opposite sex and humanity is doomed. But what's this? A lone survivor? As the saviour of the species, they'll be glad to lend a hand (or reproductive organ) to help restore the population, right? Maybe a little bit of persuasion is in order.
4. SO LONELY. You haven't talked to another person in days and you're starved for conversation. So when you finally meet another lone traveler it makes total sense to stick together, right? Maybe share some food, some companionship, some ammo. . . . Better hope you both get along.
5. MUTATION STATION. The bomb dropped and some people weren't fortunate enough to go in the blast. Now those left behind have to deal with nuclear winter, a dwindling food supply, and some strange additions to the human gene code. Maybe these superhumans are friendly and misunderstood. Then again, maybe they just want to eat your brains.
6. LAST DANCE. The world is ending. You know it, everyone knows it, so the only thing left to do is party like it's 1999. Complete your bucket list, do the things you never got the chance to do before, and maybe screw up the courage to do the things you were too scared to even think about doing. Oh, and watch out for looters.
7. FREEBIE SCENARIO. Anything you can think of that isn't already mentioned can go here.

IX. PARANOIA

1. EROTOMANIA. That person loves you. They belong to you. They might deny it and be with someone else but they're ridiculous. You know better here.
2. DISTRUST. Simple as it sounds, you're being lied to. You can't prove it but you're not falling for their tricks anymore.
3. HALLUCINATIONS. A vague classic. Those sounds, those sights, your senses are screwed up and the world is upside down. There's plenty of senses to screw.
4. TAINTED. You're completely wrong. Is it in your family's blood? Is it parasites? A disease? Aliens? A sin? But it's consuming you, whatever it is.
5. CONSPIRACY. Why are they after you? Who knows. Maybe you know. But everyone is in on it and you're the only one left fighting against it.
6. CONTROL. Your actions aren't your own, even if others insist they are. Somehow, either drugs or magic or something, someone is making you their puppet.
7. FIXATION. Either it's in you or someone else or a thing but this imperfection is clawing at your mind. Just fix it. Fix it and you can rest.
8. FOLIE A DEUX. The more either you or the other person talks, the more you feed into this unease and the more real it sounds. What can you two alone do?
9. REPLACEMENTS. Is it just this person or is everyone being replaced with a fake? You're not a fake, though. You won't let them replace you.
10. REAL. Is any of this real? Maybe you're dreaming or drugged. Maybe you're dead. But you need to prove that this is really happening, whatever it takes.

X. MOOD MISMATCH

The character tagging in can be the cause, the subject, or the witness of a more or less (in)appropriate display of feelings.

I. WOEFULLY
1. Take over the world.
2. Eat chocolate cake.
3. Train with them.
4. Attend a party thrown for them, or for you.
5. Get crowned / promoted / awarded a high honour by, or beside them.
6. Receive a dazzling gift from them.

II. ANGRILY
1. Carry out a domestic task with their help.
2. Make them a sandwich.
3. Direct them in traffic.
4. Propose, or commit to them.
5. Deliver their mail / missive / gift.
6. Give them a massage.

III. BLISSFULLY
1. Break their heart.
2. Read out a defamatory article about them, or a vicious critical review of their work.
3. Trigger a curse/mechanism that condemns you both to some terrible chore or fate.
4. Destroy all that is dear to them.
5. Share your germs. All of them.
6. Sign you both up for a nigh-suicide mission.

IV. SENSUALLY
1. Mop the(ir?) floor.
2. Carry out a mundane phone conversation.
3. Vandalize public property.
4. Take down your enemies.
5. Play chess.
6. Confess to them, or give a report of your activity.

V. POLITELY
1. Take them hostage.
2. Knock them out.
3. Pickpocket them.
4. Confront them about something you learned by listening in on their private conversations, reading their (e-)mail, or having their house under surveillance.
5. Betray them.
6. Try to kill them, or have them killed.

XI. RANDOM LOCATION

1. LOST. Oh shit, how did you even get here.
2. ON THE RUN. Getting away from someone or something that's after you.
3. TREASURE HUNTING. Something you desire is here. Maybe it's being guarded or you're competing for it.
4. TRAVELLING. You turned up here on purpose. Why is up to you.
5. ESCAPE. Things have gone wrong and you need to get out of this place.
6. DISASTER. Something awful has happened whether you're the cause, a witness or there to help.
7. INVASION. It's a siege! Are you defending or attacking?
8. HOME. It's actually where you live.
9. DUEL. The predetermined location to end a feud.
10. WHATEVER. Just make something up, whatever.

XII. STOP! SOMEONE IS NAKED IN YOUR...

1. BED. Waking up after a wild night or just getting ready for bed?
2. OFFICE. Getting a leg up at work? Caught in a moment of indiscretion?
3. YARD. Someone's been communing with nature...
4. CAR. The warmth of a heater during snowfall... or the aircon during a melting summer.
5. BEACH. Oh look, there's a floating swimsuit... and there's its owner.
6. RIVER. God, can't even fish without hooking the wrong species.
7. BATTLEFIELD. Oops, someone looted the wrong corpse... who isn't actually a corpse.
8. SCHOOL. All right, who's been raiding the locker room?
9. BATHROOM. . . . Oh, hey, who needs a shower, right?
10. PARK. Sun and grass and lots of people to . . . watch . . . oh my.
11. . . . CLOTHES?? Okay, technically they are clothed, but it's not their clothes dammit.
12. OTHER. Because there are way, way too many more places than I can think of.

XIII. INTIMACY

1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. FORCED INTIMACY. Magic. A truth serum, whatever - you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
5. SLOW-DANCING. There is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trust you to lead them.
6. OTHER. Intimacy can come in many forms. Pick your poison.

XIV. OTHER

1. BOUNTY HUNTERS. You're wanted. And someone is chasing you. Maybe it isn't your fault? But maybe you did rob that bank. Either way, there's someone after that price on your head. Confront them, or run? Specify hunter or hunted.
2. TRUTH. You can't tell a lie. Maybe both of you can't, or only one of you, but now is the time to ask those embarrassing questions.
3. OBEDIENCE. The person posting is compelled to obey, no matter what. (Un)Fortunately the person commenting is compelled to give orders. All orders given must be obeyed.
4. LOTUS EATERS. The person posting is trapped in their own dream of personal paradise. The person commenting is trapped with them. Help free them, or fall into paradise?
5. PLANTS OF DEATH. Plants are trying to kill you. (Something's . . . happening.)
6. INSOMNIA. One or both of you can't sleep, and that sucks. Be awake together.
7. DREAMWALKING. One of you is trapped in the other's dream - or nightmare.
8. SOULMATES. You are meant to be, whether the relationship is functional or . . . less so.
9. PICTURE/QUOTE PROMPT. Throw a bunch of pictures and/or quotes around and see what happens, freeform style! Try RP Visualocities or A Sea Of Quotes.
10. OTHER-WORLDLY. Go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times if you like. Mix & match.

Comments

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter orders the porterhouse -- rare, but is totally unable to tear his gaze away from Roman. Those words still bouncing around in his head, and Roman isn't the only one that's a mess. He takes a drink of water, tries to calm his nerves, and somehow once the waiter leaves, he still ends up saying the most dumbfuck thing possible, even if it's still couched in the eroticism of a foreign tongue.]

Roman, je veux sucer votre bite.

[When he gets up to head to the bathroom, he's not sure if he's running from the way his heart's pounding as he looks at his green eyes, or if it's an invitation. Maybe both. Probably both.

He splashes water on his face and curses at his reflection.]

[saturniapavonia]

[If it wasn't an invitation, it's far, far too late to take away the very idea from Roman. He waits at the table and takes a sip over water. The words hit his gut like a ton of bricks. Fully hard in his jeans he reminds himself that he's played a game like this before. The other player was different. The circumstances were different. If this is real. If this does happen, it'll just be fucking. They're friends.

Right?

He stands and makes his way to the men's room. Whether or not Peter is there, he's getting off one way or the other. Beyond is reflection is the other boy who reaches out to thread his fingers into his hair and gently pull toward a stall.]

Now you'll see.

[How big. Or how it works to fuck around with the Roman Godfrey.]

[velveteenwolf]

Roman-

[It's not a protest. He doesn't know what he'd expected, but now that it's happening, it's like it's hard to breathe. Roman's fingers threading into Peter's long hair, pulls a low murmur from the Romani teen and then Roman's tugging him toward one of the stalls. Peter follows, a shiver that slides down his spine at those words.

There's little doubt that this is something they wont come back from, but stopping now is all but impossible. And maybe it's worth it, to find out what this thing is that they've been toying at the edges of the entire fucking time they've known one another.]

I doubt you'll disappoint.

[A little mouthy still, but also enthralled, and he presses a hand to his chest, touching as he looks up at him. Fuck.]

[saturniapavonia]

Ssshh.

[Words are soft but the pull on his hair gets harder, closer to his scalp. The door shuts and he clicks the lock. Roman stands taller over him and now they're face to face. Warm breath of a few shaky, near hesitant breaths puff over Peter's face before he pulls him for a tight, tense kiss. If he shows just how certain he is that it's nothing, maybe it'll be nothing. His other hand is at Peter's hip to press him close to feel what kind of a state he's in.]

We gotta be quick.

[Because this a bathroom for fuck sake. Also food is coming. Roman wants his filet mignon.]

[velveteenwolf]

[He quiets, heart racing as Roman's grip on his hair gets tighter, and he's quietly reminded of bullshit teasing about his hair and Roman's lips. They've been orbiting around this for how fucking long, now? Maybe it's Peter's fault, but it was just too close to avoid.

His eyelashes bat slowly as Roman's breath is warm on his face, and then they're kissing, lips on lips, and it feels hard to breathe for a moment. His other hand goes to his hips, the other teen pulling Peter in. He can feel Roman's erection against him, Peter's own pressing against Roman's thigh from the proximity.]

Yeah, guess we do.

[Peter's never fucked around in a bathroom, and somehow the fact that it's with Roman in a fucking Country Club, just makes it somehow ridiculous. He reaches out between them, fingers touching against his dick through expensive slacks. He tries to catch his breath, looking up into Roman's eyes as he works the zipper down.

It's like waiting for the punchline, waiting for the moment where one of them chickens out and tries to pretend it was just a joke. For the first time, though, that person isn't Peter.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Soft lips, rough facial hair. He's not sure what he was expecting kissing Peter. Feels good. Not quite as good as the pressure of the other bones stiff one or the pressure of those hands on him through clothes.

No punchline comes. His mouth is dry of words that aren't encouraging. This is stupid. They're the worst. This should stop right now. Roman's too far gone. Thinking with his dick again.

It's a slim fit that really accentuates what's already there. To buy time and do something with his own hands, Roman reaches to touch Peter's cock. Some how or another he has to get off too.]

Unless you want cold meat after the hot one.

[Okay. That as a joke. A really, really bad one. Brilliance in the brain is impossible when all the blood is in his crotch. Oh shit this is real. The slacks feel impossibly uncomfortable right now.]

[velveteenwolf]

[They should stop, but they aren't. Peter certainly isn't, with how he undoes the zipper, and then pops the button, fingertips pulling open those expensive fucking slacks. He moans softly, the noise stuttered on his mouth at the feeling of Roman's slim fingers touching through worn denims.]

Might be worth it.

[The words mumbled, almost distracted, and he looks up into green eyes for a moment before he's sinking down to his knees in front of him, face flushed, because shit he's never really done this before, and it's too late to back out, but that doesn't keep his nerves from warring with his desires.

He leans in, brushes his cheek against Roman's erection as his fingers so to those slim hips, anchoring himself as he looks up at him with blue eyes and parted lips.]

[saturniapavonia]

[It's like a goddamn fever dream. Except he's wide awake. His cock is hard and upright. It's pale and lean like the rest of him. Long by typical standards indeed. Roman still has a grip on Peter's head. Fingers have taken to combing back his unruly chocolate colored hair.

Seeing a queue for a little help, he reaches down to grip the base of his own dick and lightly place it to the gypsy boy's lips as he would a cigarette.]

Show me how you like to be sucked.

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's had dreams like this, but it's too sharp, too real to be any sort of haze-edged fantasy. There's something calming in the feeling of Roman's fingers smoothing through his hair, reassuring and a gentle sort of pleasant even as his heart races.

His eyelashes flutter as Roman speaks, watching as slender fingers curl around the base of his cock before letting the head lightly press against Peter's lips. He lets his tongue flick out, lapping against the tip, tasting his skin before he's leaning forward, letting his lips wrap around the head of his dick.

Blue eyes looking up at him as rough fingers clutch maybe a little too tight against his bony hips as he sucks against skin. It's criminal how hot this is, how much he wants this.]

[saturniapavonia]

[He gasps and his head falls back a moment.]

Yeah.

[Green eyes drift shut for only a moment. He wants to open them again and watch. His hips twitch as he tries to stay still and not press forward. Instead he ends up tilting and moving with the motion of the suction. Peter can probably tell just how riled he is by touch and feel. Roman touches his chin now and still has a grip on his hair.]

Fuck.

[Roman bites his lip and tries to only breathe out of his nose.]

[velveteenwolf]

[That gasp sends a shiver down his spine. Fuck, but this is hot, hotter than it should be. The taste of Roman's flesh on his tongue, watching how his eyes shut briefly before greens are flashing down at him again.

Peter gasps, Roman moving in, and he lets him, sucking against the skin that sinks in between his lips. His chin tilts under the touch of Roman's fingers, and he moans, because he shouldn't want it this much, but he does. He's not thinking about Letha or anyone except for the slender boy whose hands are on him, cock between his lips.

There are curses on his lips, but they're muffled, and there's something far too real about looking into Roman's eyes as he lets his mouth slide further down around him.]

[saturniapavonia]

[It's not the same as being sucked down by a girl. This is Peter. And the more it goes on, the more real and solid it is. The feel of his hair and the hotness of his mouth. Eye contact makes it unmistakable. Roman isn't imagining someone else. He's right here.

Letha and consequences are the farthest thing from his mind. All he can think about is how for being unsure Peter's got the right technique for sucking cock. Roman carefully fucks his way in and out of his lips. The deeper, the better. With all the saliva it's hard to tell that he's leaking precum.]

It's good.

[Even with his voice low there's no hiding how rough and breathless it is.]

[velveteenwolf]

[He likes this, likes how it feels, and that's eye-opening in a way that he'll think about later. There'd always been that weird tension between them, and Peter had done his best to ignore it, chalking it up to a hundred different things that all tried to shy away from the truth of it. He'd never really questioned his sexuality before Roman, and Peter had an aversion to questioning himself, so ignoring it had seemed like the best course of action.

Except that ignoring it isn't really an option when he's sucking the other teen's cock. His eyes close for a moment as Roman starts to move, pushing in and pulling back, slowly fucking into his mouth. As his blues flutter open again, he's leaning in carefully, trying not to accidentally choke himself as he moves to make it so that Roman can sink deeper.

There's a murmur in response to those words, and fuck, but he loves how his voice sounds. Rough and breathless and he likes this even better than when he was speaking French. Hottest fucking thing he thinks he's ever heard. He lets his hands massage against his hipbones, mostly to stop him himself from touching himself because it's so good it's almost too much.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman has known for some time he doesn't bat for any team over the other. Most times he will go for tits and pussy. Except he's always known that given the chance, he would fuck with Peter. Fuck him. Fuck around with. It's happening right now. It shouldn't.

Deeper. Damn. Both hands are now combing through Peter's long hair. He slows to a stop, no sense in trying to choke him with his dick when he's learning his way around. Besides that, what a way to spoil the moment.]

Are you going to make me cum in your mouth? Like-like we talked about?

[They didn't get as far as what would happen after though. One way or the other, Peter has to get off too.]

[velveteenwolf]

[If Peter had possessed the ability to be honest with himself, this might have happened sooner, and probably not in the stall of the men's bathroom at the Country Club. It had been happening like a storm, that mix of humidity and air pressure until everything came apart.

He murmurs, leaning into his hands as they brush through the long strands of the Romani's dark hair. Roman stops, and Peter pulls back a little; enough that he can catch his breath, his heart pounding as he looks up at him. It would almost be surreal, but it's too visceral, he's too full of sensation. Roman's skin on his tongue, the way that his cock feels filling his mouth, the taste of his precum, and those fingers in his hair.

He nods at the question, breathless and wide-eyed. Fuck, the curse muffled but still there. He's falling into this like having the ground pulled out from under him, like he can't do anything else. His fingers flex against those slim hipbones, caressing skin, one hand sliding up to skim under Roman's shirt, touching bare skin.

Peter isn't sure he has the patience to wait until after, but he's trying. Not because of some dumbshit sense of propriety, but because he likes being able to focus on Roman. Having the other teen filling every one of his senses.]

[saturniapavonia]

[His insides feel too hot. Almost molten. A rippling shiver breaks over his belly at Peter's touch. Remember where you are, he tries to tell himself. Remember to be quiet. All he wants to do is moan and encourage the shit out of the other boy. Anything but fuck his face so he won't choke. Anything but draw attention to them.

Wet tough, tight lips and eager sucking. Oh and it's Peter Rumancek. All he hoped for.]

I'm going to-[come to pieces any second. It's not all that long but no short rush to the finish like a virgin. Roman has it in him to go again like a rabbit. He was hoping to extend the moment. It's going to snap like his restraint.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's fingers are worn at the tips from an intermittent affair with the guitar, but his touch is gentle against skin. Stroking, touching, feeling him under his fingers and between his lips. And true to what he'd said before, he likes the noises Roman makes, tries to encourage them with his mouth, because he likes knowing how much Roman's enjoying this. The fact of how fucked they are if they draw attention to themselves is lost on him for the moment.

At that declaration, Peter answers the only way he knows how: taking Roman as deep as he can manage, an encouraging murmur that hums on his lips. He doesn't pull back, but instead tries to hold there, with the tip of Roman's cock nudging against his throat. He almost wants to take him deeper, but he doesn't quite trust himself yet. Be a shitty way to ruin this, too -- choking on the other teen's dick.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Rough and gentle touch over him is sort of like Peter is trying to calm him. It's too late. Roman's nerves are so tightly wound it's like he can feel each callous on each fingertip. His skin is raw and starting to get goosebumps.]

Peter.

[It's a gasp and a warning. He's coming. Roman's long fingers clench tightly into his hair as he tenses and his body bows almost in half. His face hovers inches from one of the walls around him. Each gasp is short and wet. The gypsy made a wise choice for taking him in as much as he had. A hot, fresh load is more manageable that way.]

[velveteenwolf]

[There's a gasp muffled into skin, Roman's fingers tight in his hair, holding onto him as that slender body bows and he leans into the Romani. It still somehow almost takes him by surprise when his cum floods his mouth. He swallows, like they'd said in bullshit French, flirtation Peter hadn't really intended to make good on -- at least that's what he tells himself.

Some dribbles at the corner of his mouth, but he manages to take most of it. He slowly pulls back, suckling at him softly. He likes how he tastes on his tongue, salty sweet, not quite bitter, but hot and thick. He's shaking on his knees, like he might tumble with a stiff breeze when he finally lets Roman's dick slip from his swollen lips with a wet pop.

Fingers finally come off Roman's hip and catch the bit that he missed, and he licks it from calloused fingertips.]

Fuck, Roman...

[He doesn't have words. What the fuck else is he supposed to say?]

[saturniapavonia]

[Lucky for his knees locking or else he might topple over too. Roman's never been a swooning type. There's too much going on with his senses. He may as well be high right now. His fingers gentle from the white knuckle hold they had. Dazed he watches Peter intently. If his eyes were spooky before, he must look possessed now.]

Je-Je tiens à vous descendez.

[He's still trying to catch his breath and not even bothering to try and fit his pants back on.]

Tell me what you want.

[Didn't they have food somewhere on the way-?]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter murmurs softly as Roman's fingers turn gentle from that tight grasp from before. His gaze is intent, and it reminds him of when they met at Kilderry Park, how they'd seemed to glow. He shivers at the words, in French that Peter can work through but is far too dazed to return.]

I want you.

[Answer given easily, almost without thought, and he swallows, dilated blues looking up into those greens. He wants too much, and it makes it hard to find the words. His entire body humming with desire, his cock so hard it aches.]

Want you to fuck me.

{It's a bad answer, a bad spiral, and touching Roman feels like drowning in want.

Fuck the food.]

[saturniapavonia]

[He's beautiful there on his knees with his eyes wide and hair disheveled. All his hard worth with his mouth has made his lips slick and swollen. Hearing Peter speak and watching him is already working to get Roman hard again.

God they're idiots.]

Stand up.

[Even if he's working on it himself, Roman's pulling him up from the ground and fixing to open his jeans. Peter's bad answer has a bad reply. The Godfrey golden boy is not only willing but about ready to do exactly as he asks. At least he's got a condom.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's thankful for Roman's hands on him, how he's pulling him up, because it helps to steady him as he stumbles to get his feet under him. His fingers go to the button, but Roman's hands are nimbler, and he settles for shoving his jeans down off his hips to his knees, underwear following soon after.

Roman's seen him naked before, on his turn, this shouldn't be different. Except that it is, even if Peter can't explain the how or the why. His heart is racing and there's a low gasp on his mouth. He debates for half a second and then drags his shirt off over his head. For all that he tolerates the trappings of the civilized world, he prefers skin and bone.

And if Roman's going to fuck him, he wants as much skin as can be managed.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Shirt off, bottoms off. He's bare like there's going to be another transformation. Roman at least shrugs off his jacket. Designer cloth wrinkles on the tiles as he leans in to kiss Peter again. Steady hands grip at his hips and ass as he tilts them so that they're cock to cock.

They're going to fuck but he at least wants this much before making him turn around. Who the fuck knows if this will ever happen again?]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's not content with just Roman's jacket, and his fingers are undoing the tiny buttons of his shirt as Roman leans in to kiss him. He murmurs at the contact, presses into it, then he's moaning against the other boy's mouth as those slender hands grip at Peter's hips and the curve of his ass.

Roman draws him in, lining up their bodies so their cocks press together. There's an undignified mewling sound as the feel of it electrifies him. His hips buck, rutting up against Roman and he kisses him harder, needy.

He's in over his head but there's no going back.]