The Body Heat Meme (Again!)

[winterbolt]

The Body Heat Meme




Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

Comments

[majorcrotchgrab]

Uhuh.

You're cute when you whine like that.

[There's another brief lick. Raikov just looks up at him through his hair, grinning.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I am not whining! Nor am I cute!

[ He's both. ]

Is there some reason you aren't bloody getting on with it?

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Yes. That's very true.]

Maybe I like tormenting you. Watching you squirm is rather arousing...

[Well, he finally gives Valmont some relief and begins sucking at the nub, his hands slowly feeling up his sides.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You haven't tormented me enough for one day? Before breakfast, even - !

[ But Raikov is spared any more complaining as Valmont's voice tapers off into a sigh. That's more like it. His own hands grip Raikov's shoulders in a manner that he hopes conveys keep doing that. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[You know he generally doesn't listen when you're being dramatic, which in turn makes him act like a brat. He continues sucking for a while, eventually pulling back just enough to speak.]

Speaking of meals... I should mark you as mine since you admitted you actually care for me.

[There's that a dangerous look in his eye again. What's he up to?]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont begins to protest, then stops once he realizes that yes, actually, he did say he cared for him, and it's a bit late to take it back now, even if it wasn't true. Instead, he settles for: ]

Don't let it go to your head.

[ Wait. ]

Er, what was that first part?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Too late.

[Raikov doesn't bother to verbally respond to Valmont's question, instead going right ahead with what he had planned: Leaving love bites all over Val's body. And his nipples are the first two things to get aggressively sucked on.

Once he's deemed them "bruised" enough, he starts sucking on different spots along his lover's chest and shoulders.

Care to stop him before he gets any further, V?]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Nnh - !

[ It becomes all too clear what Raikov meant once the sucking begins. The very hard sucking. Oh lord, he's going to be feeling that for the rest of the day.

Not that it doesn't feel good. It feels amazing. So amazing, in fact, that it takes him a minute to realize just how much higher up that mouth of Raikov's is traveling. ]

- Ivan! Stop!

[ There's a note of panic in his voice as he tries to push Raikov down. ]

Don't go any further, will you? People will notice!

[majorcrotchgrab]

Mmph...

[He licks his lips and gives Valmont a look.]

So?

[Excuse him, he's trying to go for his neck again.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

"So?" [ He stares at Raikov in utter disbelief. ] So, people are going to start thinking certain things about me, aren't they! It's all right for you, I suppose - !

[ He tries to get his hands in between Raikov's mouth and his neck, with questionable success. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

They'll think some kinky woman did it.

[Tsk. Fine. He goes back to his shoulders for now.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You really think it matters what gender they assume my partner to be? A gentleman doesn't go around displaying love-bites! From anyone!

[ He relaxes palpably as Raikov moves farther down, though. Dodged that bullet. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Just checking. And you're hardly a gentleman, Niles.

[... Since he's lowered his guard, Raikov dives for his neck again. What a jerk.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I beg your pardon! I am nothing if not a gentleman!

[ Haven't you noticed his expensive suits and disgustingly stereotypical Britishness? If there's anything else that makes you a gentleman, he hasn't heard of it.

- And oh god, why did he let his guard down, stupid! His hands fly back to his neck, but Raikov's already there, latched on like an attractive Russian lamprey. He does his best to pry him off, the prior panic having returned to his voice and edging towards terror. ]

Ivan, please!

[majorcrotchgrab]

[A gentleman is how you act, not just how you dress. You've been a stuffy British man, just like the stereotype. Therefore, you are not a gentleman.

Raikov simply lets out a muffled moan as he goes to work on leaving a decent sized hickey on his neck. Sorry, Valmont.

Oh, and let's pinch those well-loved nipples to distract him.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Too bad no one ever told Valmont that. ]

Stop it!

[ He pulls at Raikov's shoulders frantically, then whimpers suddenly as the man goes for his sore nipples. ]

Ow! That hurts - Ivan -

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Ugh, he's so whiney today... While he does stop with the pinching, he pins down Valmont's wrists and continues sucking until he's left a very dark mark. He finally pulls back, a bit of saliva dripping from his red lips as he smirks.]

Oops.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ You'd be whiny too if some jerk decided to play with your already bruised nipples. Probably.

Valmont struggles against Raikov's grasp, to a complete lack of avail - damn it, who knew a military man would be so strong? When Raikov finally pulls away, he immediately begins twisting his head this way and that, trying to assess the damage (which is, of course, impossible without a mirror). ]

How bad is it? Eurgh, I'm going to have to wear a scarf to work, aren't I?

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Who didn't know military men were strong? But that's beside the point.

Raikov rubs his chin as he looks his lover over.]

Hm... You need more to balance it out.

[Thankfully the Russian goes for his stomach and sides next. It isn't until he gets to Valmont's legs that he starts getting more feisty, nipping and biting at his inner thighs.

And what a terrible tease he is, getting to the skin that's right between the thigh and pelvic area. Hell, Val's balls are probably pressed against his cheek as he sucks.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Now that his appearance isn't at stake - though he supposes it doesn't really matter at this point, given the sabotage of his neck that Raikov had cheerfully perpetrated - Valmont can lie back and enjoy what the Russian's doing to him. And what he's doing to him is a lot. Certainly none of his former lovers had prepared him for someone who was this adventurous with his mouth, let alone this good with it.

As Raikov gets closer and closer to sensitive areas, Valmont tenses in anticipation. But no, of course his partner isn't just going to go ahead and give him what he wants. That would be considerate.

Given that all of his attempts to use words so far have fallen on deaf ears, though, Valmont confines himself to squirming insistently. He can feel Raikov's face brushing up against his balls as he carries on sucking, and it's maddening. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Mmmnnn...

[Raikov purrs and, once he's satisfied with how many love bites are covering Valmont's delicious body, he grabs his legs and promptly flips him over on to his stomach. Time to get that poor neglected ass. He roughly gropes one cheek and bites the other. It's a bit difficult to suck such tight skin so... Valmont will have literal bites on him.

He'll have to do this more often. Exploring practically every inch of the other man's body as been fun and exciting.

After a while, and when Val's ass has a large number of bite marks on it, he sits up and hoists his partner's behind up as well. Raikov presses and grinds against him, occasionally giving him a good, loud smack across his cheeks. This keeps up until Valmont's probably stinging and red.]

There... much better...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont has to bite back a shriek of surprise as Raikov near-effortlessly flips him over. Good lord, the man really is strong, isn't he?

And then he's moaning as his arse gets felt up and bitten. Do whatever you want to it, Raikov. No one else'll see that particular part of his body, after all.

Besides, it feels really good.

But not quite so good is the sudden stinging. Ow. Payback for New Years, he supposes. He'd expected one or two smacks, but Raikov just keeps going - and he'd protest, except that the sensations are, against all logic, going straight to his cock. Maybe this is why Raikov likes it so much. ]

Er. [ He ventures, when Raikov finally speaks. ] What's better?

[ Is he going to stop? ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

You'll have to look in the mirror when we're done.

[He gropes Valmont's ass rather hard, spreading his cheeks apart.]

Be a dear and grab the lube. You're closer anyways.

[Or at least try, considering Raikov's not letting up with the groping.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I shudder to think.

[ Whether or not it's a shudder of excitement goes unsaid.

Oh good, he realizes, Raikov's planning on topping. Save himself the trouble. But between that and the very enjoyable groping Raikov's still doing back there, he doesn't really feel like moving, does he? ]

Why don't you get it yourself?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Some gentleman you are...

[Of course, Raikov's just horny enough to do something about it. He moves back down, seizing Valmont's thighs, and licks around his hole. For now he doesn't do anything else, gauging the other man's reaction.]