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 gasps softly as Roman's hands touch and caress at his back, cupping his ass, and he's not honestly sure if he'd never believed this would happen, or if this is what he was afraid of. His breath catches at the feel of the other teen's saliva-slick cock against his hot skin, pressing against him like he might do it just like this.

But he doesn't. Instead, there's French that Peter can just barely work through, nodding in admittance as Roman pulls out a condom. He tries to breathe, to focus on that. But that's really fucking hard when Roman's pressing a slick finger inside of him. He can't help the way that his breath stutters, a shiver running down his spine.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman sighs into his ear.]

You're so fucking tight for a goddamn pervert.

[It takes his breath away. Already Roman's having a hard time composing himself. The very thought of being balls deep inside of Peter as tense and tight as he is, it's the stuff of wet dreams. Slipping further, slowly and as patiently as he can he eventually works his finger into a rhythm fucking the other boy with it. To try and distract himself, he falls into nuzzling and kissing at the nape of Peter's neck. Each lingers longer than the last. If he's not careful he'll break blood vessels. That will be hard to explain.]

Voulez-vous deux?

[Fingers that is. At this rate it feels like it's taking forever. It'll be worth it. And quite greedily, Roman is becoming more acquainted with how Peter reacts and moves.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter doesn't respond to that, because what the fuck would he say? Admit he's never done this before? Fuck that.

His back arching as Roman started fucking him on his finger, getting him used to the feeling of it, Peter's body adjusting to the feeling so that it was pulling soft murmurs from his lips. His head tilts a little as Roman kisses at the back of his neck, making it so his hair falls over his shoulder to expose more skin. The linger until the kisses are almost sucking, and Peter's just thinking about the feel of it, and not the marks that will be on his skin later. He groans at the question, biting at his bottom lip.]

Oui, s'il vous plaît, maintenant.

[He wants more, even as his body can barely keep up. He wants Roman in him now, wants to feel his flesh stretch around his cock, wants to feel the slick friction of it. He's impatient, but he tries to force himself to stay calm, keep from tensing around Roman's fingers.]

[saturniapavonia]

[All of him is just welcoming and open. How is it that this never happened before? They were only joking weren't they? There's nothing funny about how Roman is steadily working both digits in and out of his body, twisting and scissoring. At the request, he goes faster, harder. It won't be the same with his cock but at least it will really ensure that he's as ready as he's going to be.

Roman can't wait. Right now, indeed.]

Tu es à moi.

[Finally. For the moment. Wet fingers swiftly, maybe harshly vacate and Roman shoves his wrapped dick up against Peter to savor the full, slow stretch. Only latex separates them. He buries his moan into the darker boy's skin. It's too soon to see the damage he's done. There are going to be small marks there. They'll be just as hard to explain along with bruises that will be at Peter's hips were Roman grips him.]

Oh my God.

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's shaking, unable to hide anything like this, pressing up against the bathroom stall. Roman's pressing fingers in and out of his body, scissoring and stretching him, and it pulls soft gasps and whimpers from his mouth. It's faster, harder, but it's not enough, and Peter's leaning back into Roman's fingers as the other teen presses them in.

He shudders at those foreign words that whisper on hot air. It's almost like giving voice to what a shitty idea this was, but it doesn't change the fact that he needs it, maybe needs him.

He gasps sharply when those fingers pull free from his his body, and then there's his cock moving to replace them. His head falls forward, forehead touching the wall of the stall and he whines in the back of his throat at the stretch. His body slowly giving way, tight around Roman's dick as the upir sinks into his body. He's almost shaking with the feel of it, the way it's cool and hot like his body's forgotten how to define temperature.

Later, the marks on his skin will be damning. Later, when he has to think about Letha, and a relationship that's sometimes grating, but that she's a sweet girl and doesn't deserve this kind of shitheel behavior. But now all he gives a shit about is how it feels. Hands on his hips and his dick sinking into Peter's body.]

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Roman...

[A breath, and the foreign language on his tongue shifts from French to Romani, curses low and guttural as Roman presses in deeper and all he can do is moan.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Need drove him to this. At first it was the need to prove that he could be could be just as provocative and teasing. Now it's for his own satisfaction.

The moment is tense. He feels each inch of him slip in. The process is wonderful torture. Roman flattens a palm against Peter's stomach, right at the thickening trail of hair below his belly button. Peter's hot all over, hotter than his own skin it feels like. Being inside of him, it's indescribable and they haven't quite started fucking yet.

Sweat makes his hair stick to the skin of his shoulder.]

Soon. Relax.

[Try and take your own advice, Godfrey. Soft noises keep rising in the back of his throat at the end of each breath.

He'd be ashamed if he remembered Letha. She's the farthest person from his mind right now. Selfishness is ugly. Surely impossible to love.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter hardly has any excuses for how this happened, for the fact that he'd asked for it. It had all gotten so out of hand, spiraled beyond his control. He'd wanted this for longer than he was going to admit to. And then there was Letha...

Things with Letha weren't great. Not bad, but it was hard for him to escape the knowledge that for all her light and love, he was just something she wanted to own. A highschool crush except from a girl that didn't comprehend the word no.

In a fucked up way, the fact that however much he'd hurt Roman, that the other teen had let him walk away, leave, meant something. He could have forced him, but he hadn't. It had eased some of the tension, the fear that Roman would hold on so tight that he'd strangle him. He'd thought Letha had been easier, but he'd been wrong. It was a problem; forever underestimating the wiles of women.

But those are considerations for later, for when it sinks in just what happens and how much he's fucked things up. For now, he's just focused on Roman. On his touch, his scent, the feel of him inside and against him. His dick sinking in inch by inch, and his hand pressing low against his stomach, cool on his heated skin.

It feels so impossibly good, the way that his body stretches to take him as he sinks in deeper and deeper into the wolf's body. He mewls, whimpers softly at the urging. Relax feels impossible, but he's trying. His breathing is fast and shallow, leaning softly into the taller frame behind him.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Letha wanted Peter, Roman needed him. All this time he's been trying to convince himself otherwise. They're friends. They bullshit. Whatever. It doesn't matter to him who his cousin is with. The both of them deserve happiness. A happiness without him if that's what they wished.

Now he's got to go and get something that is meant for someone else because he is without. Brat behavior right? Hard to take something that is being willingly given. Peter's body is oh so willing.

Finally he's completely inside of the tense, hard body beneath him. Peter might be smaller but he's strong. A man's strength and a wolf's strength. The sounds he's making might be plaintive and soft there's still an animal inside that is calling to Roman's.]

That's it.

[Encouraging and stating the obvious here. Both cool palms smooth up from Peter's hips to his chest and back down. Roman's cock feels like it's throbbing while staying still, balls deep.]

Good?

[His own brain is nearly fried. Caveman speak for does it feel good, are you feeling good. Is something good here? Roman bows his head into Peter's shoulder to breathe. His nose is scrunched up against his skin breathing him in. Again his tongue flicks out to wet his lips and savor the salt of sweat before kissing, nipping. The prince has no fangs but for some reason he's driven to bite. Even lightly it's satisfying.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter is a wolf wrapped in human skin, and it almost feels like buried deep inside of him like this that Roman could somehow touch his wolf's heart. At the encouraging words there's almost a growl in his throat as those cool hands slide up his chest and then back to his hips, leaving pink marks on caramel skin.

With Roman inside of him, it feels like he can feel his heartbeat through his skin. He's trembling, hands clutching against the slick walls of the bathroom stall. He nods to the question before he can find his words, manage to actually answer.]

Fuck, yes. Good. So good, Roman. Want...

[He's not really in any better state of mind than the other boy. It's so good, the feel of it, being stretched like this, bodies so close, separated only by the thin layer of latex. He moans, unable to articulate what he wants. He wants this, wants more, wants him, even if he's guilty of trying to hide from it from the better part of a year.

Like this, he can't hide. Roman licks at his skin, kissing, teeth nipping lightly against the back of Peter's shoulder, and it draws heated murmurs, low gasps from between his lips. His hips jerking back, like he's trying to fit him deeper inside of him.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman spends so much time convincing himself that he's incapable of feeling as others do. Peter does something to reverse that. The emotions are all real, all raw. And right now they're enough to drive him out of his mind. He could use someone else's heart. What for, he's not sure when he hardly knows what to do right with his own. A wolf heart would make all of his suffering worth it.

The jerking the barely acceptable speech means that Peter's ready. Instead of trying to speak again, he answers by pulling back just enough to push back into his body again harder. Then again. Again. He can't bite and do this at the same time. The amount of control it takes to keep steady, stand and breathe at the same time is all consuming.

Oh yeah and maybe keep it down.]

Oh shit.

[Gulping air he decides to wrap an arm around Peter's waist like a belt, the other arm goes to the wall to help brace them, pale arm right beside the other boy's.]

[velveteenwolf]

[It still manages to take him by surprise when Roman starts thrusting, pulling back only to push in harder. It's what he'd asked for, what they've been building toward, but the feel of it, the heat and the friction, it's more than Peter had imagined. His hands can't really grip at the wall, but he's white-knuckled from the tension of trying.

It pulls a shattered moan from him every time Roman slides back into him, his body shaking with the heat and the pleasure. The thought that they should really be quiet is totally not something he can even consider right now. His focus is on standing and not totally coming apart.

Curses slipping past his lips, more Romani than anything else, although punctuated with the occasional fuck. He needs this, craves it. He leans into it when Roman wraps an arm around his waist, other hand helping to brace them, which is a good thing, because Peter's unstable, overwhelmed.]

[saturniapavonia]

[They move together so well. Sure it's rough and hard it absolutely fits them in every way.]

Vous êtes une belle baiseuse.

[Words are wrapped in a rasping moan. It's the sweetest nothing that Roman can come up with. All the foreign words are like a chant. He doesn't know what they mean. Maybe it's a curse. Maybe it's a spell. He tries harder to make more come from his mouth. Peter's ass becomes more yielding even through the snug fit. Roman tries to aim for the prostate. Sometimes it's easier with fingers. If only there could be a next time.

For perhaps the first moment ever he's thinking of a time after now. No. That can't happen. Now. Just now. That's all there is. Pale fingers reach down between Peter's legs to wrap around his cock. The fit and firmness makes him wonder what it would be like in his mouth.]

[velveteenwolf]

[There's something about the way that they move together. It's rough and it's hard, but it's good. It has Peter groaning, a shudder as words in French are breathed onto the air. If he could, it might earn a smirk, but instead, it just has him pushing back against Roman's thrusts.

His body adjusting to it as Roman keeps thrusting into him, and he's not sure that he even remembers to breathe. It feels so good, and all he can do is rock back against it, pleasure burning through him. Peter can't help but think of something after this, in those brief moments where he can think of anything at all. He wants more. Wants to feel more, even if it's wrong and fucked up and overall just a seriously shitty idea.

It takes a few tries, but eventually Roman manages to hit his prostate, and Peter all but goes boneless beneath him. A strangled sound of pleasure, eyes fluttering as long fingers curl around his cock. His hips jerking, hardly under his own control as he gasps for breath.]

Roman, I'm not--

[He can hardly get the words out. But he's not going to last like this, not a virgin, but he is to this, and he can already feel it curling low in his stomach. He's biting his bottom lip, almost clawing at the wall as he tries to hold on just a little longer.]

[saturniapavonia]

[The difference between hitting his prostate and not is immediately noticeable. Roman tries again.]

C'mon, Peter.

[Cum literally. His hand starts to jerk him off finding a tempo with them. It's the end well deserved. Something to remember or look back on. Roman's own is tight in his balls. He won't be able to be as careful and precise like this for much longer.]

[velveteenwolf]

[He makes an incoherent sound of pleasure, crying out at the feel of it when Roman manages to hit his prostate again and it leaves him shaking. His words are encouraging, not that Peter really needs it.

Roman's jerking him off, his hand in rhythm with his thrusts and Peter can't help when it hits him. His orgasm curling through him, so intense it makes his vision go dark for a moment. One hand coming off the wall to cling to Roman's arm around his waist, falling back into his body, words almost mumbled on his lips.]

Miro ves'tacha..

[Words he shouldn't say, but they tumble off his mouth anyway. The only benefit being that Roman doesn't understand.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Best he not know. Keep him in the dark and wondering. It sounds like a prayer.]

Yes.

[Roman holds him tighter. It's for his own good too. He has to keep them both standing. Cum is warm on his fingers and it splatters on the wall before them. Sure of himself in the passion of the moment, he keeps still as far within the other boy as he can but still as he can manage fighting off his own orgasm and powerful tremors. His hand keeps moving, tightly curled and trying to milk out every drop Peter has.

Let him be the best male lay he's had yet. (Or ever.)

Sensation gets the better of him. So wrapped up in the sight, the sound, the feel of Peter Rumancek coming apart triggers his own. Roman gasps and shuts his eyes. He bites the inside of his lip so hard it bleeds. The only thing to make the moment better.]

Holy fuck.

[velveteenwolf]

[It almost is a prayer. A prayer and a whisper of things that can't be said out loud where Roman would know what the words mean. Feelings he's been running from for almost the entirety of the time that he's known him. It's better like this.

He's shaking, leaning into Roman as the other boy holds him tight, keeps him standing, stroking him through his orgasm. Still deep within him, slender fingers moving over his cock until he's spent, unsteady on his legs, still reeling from the feel of it all.

And that's when Roman finally comes apart. He can feel how his dick pulses, even through the latex of the condom, how he gasps, cursing quietly in the silent air of the bathroom. His hands curl against the wall of his stall, body shaking.]

Fuck, Roman...

[He starts to try and say something but loses it halfway through. It's too much, too overwhelming. He wants more, and he knows that's fucked up.]

[saturniapavonia]

[All he can do is keep clutching and leaning on him. Roman buries his moans into Peter's shoulder and neck. With his mouth open even a little, blood and saliva slick over him. Finally spent his heart is beating like a crazy drum. A gulp for air now leaves him to realize that the aftermath is now.

What to say? What to do? He pulls back to stand upright, a string of saliva connects them until it breaks.]

You're okay?

[His voice is a whisper. Ridiculous now because if anyone where around, they would have heard by now.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter half laughs at the question. His heart is still racing, but his body feels languid, pleasure humming over his skin. His hands reach out, clutching against the wall of the stall as Roman moves to pull back a little, standing up straight which Peter can't manage quite yet.]

'M fine. Good. That was... fuck. Holy shit.

[His voice a low murmur, a shake of his head as he shifts, looking back at Roman with a smile, that sex glow brightening his face, putting a lazy smile on his lips.]

[saturniapavonia]

[The color of his skin and the expression on his face makes Roman want to kiss him so badly. He's still buried inside of Peter so there would be reason enough. Would he be able to stop again? One last indulgence, he tells himself as he tilts the other boy's face to his just enough.

After he'll pull out. After they'll just be friends again. Roman imagines there'll be no evidence or proof of their fucking but he hasn't taken that hard a look at Peter's brown skin.]

I don't do shit half way.

[He says once he can break away from lips and tongue. He can't fight his sigh as he wills himself to pull out.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter moans into the kiss, leaning into it, letting their lips touch, nipping playfully against the other boy's lips, and tasting him. It's good, and the terrible part is it's a want that lingers in him, one he isn't sure that he knows how to go back to ignoring. There are bruises on his skin, and marks left less tangibly, but perhaps more permanently.

Just friends might be a pipe-dream, something that they aim for, but can no longer achieve, not when lines have been crossed, and touches and moments that can't be taken back.]

I guess not.

[He laughs, bright eyed as he shifts so he can curl fingers in Roman's hair and tug him down for another kiss. He's fucked everything up and he knows it; the least he can do is enjoy it.]

[saturniapavonia]

[They have to believe there's a way to be friends. Peter can't have it all. Roman can't either. Why is it that the times he's said no to the most seriously are the times when he would do desperate things for a yes?

Another kiss. Another pull on his hair.

He might be pulling from the other boy's tight ass but he's not getting all that far. It's stupid, so stupid. A lack of completion and satisfaction swirl in his heart. It's finally beating like normal.

A growling softly sounds in his stomach. Oops.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter doesn't know if friends is even on the table anymore, but fuck if it's going to stop him from trying. Otherwise he'd have to admit to it, admit to this, admit to how things have changed and a host of thoughts and feelings he might rather die than talk about. Or nearly so, anyway.

He is, however, all for soaking up the moment, complete with all of its illicit gains of touch and taste. At least until Roman's stomach grumbles, and he can't help snickering, grinning playfully.]

So what do you rich folks do in a situation like this, anyway? Send the food back?

[Peter would have little compunction about cold food -- it was worth it, even if it wasn't over desires he wasn't entirely comfortable admitting to, even if that ship had likely sailed. Between them, anyway.

He was trying to pretend they were still friends, and that fucking in the mens room didn't have to change a thing.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Try, try again. The optimism is as thick as the smell of fucking is. Roman puffs out one big, long breath and pushes his own hair flat against his head as he looks down like his gut is giving him away. Slowly lifting his green eyes, he smiles completely angelic as though he's not going to drown in personal guilt and triumph.]

I didn't know you had it in you. That's exactly what'll happen.

[They just exchanged orgasms and fluids. Roman can't think of patting him on the back alone so he leans to press his mouth to Peter's shoulder as he starts to pull his clothes back into place.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter can't help laughing, even as he's climbing back into his clothes. Wrinkled, and the scent of sex clings to his skin, but fuck it. They'll get through this, somehow. That almost innocent smile doesn't help any, and neither does the way lips press to his shoulder. There are three choices, far as he can see. They either try to soldier on, shut each other out completely, or somehow acknowledge what happened. And the last two are full of shit. So soldiering on it is.]

Fuck, no wonder people hate you.

[He playfully bumps his shoulder into Roman's side. He's got his jeans on, but he's fumbling with his shirt as he looks up at the other boy.]