BECAUSE IT'S PEPPER'S BIRTHDAY...

[goateese]

the CLIFF/SHAG/MARRY meme
(With a twist)



The RULES
❯ Post with your character
❯ Comment to other characters with three options
❯ Answer with who you'd cliff, shag, or marry
❯ AND HERE IS THE TWIST: Then act out those options with the characters!
❯ HAVE FUN and nobody is ever late!

Comments

[waiting]

[ He had a brief moment to wonder if riddling was what got Eddie off, and if this was what he had to look forward to the rest of the evening. He also hoped Edward seriously hadn't been looking for an answer, because he was having trouble just mustering responses that weren't moans and the quick, hasty buck of his hips into Edward's fingers.

A touch his body craved, contact his mind rejected, so it was really for the best that his mind wasn't working right now, because it clearly wasn't acting in his best interests.

But if Eddie was answering his own riddles, that had to mean Bradbury wasn't the only one who found something he liked about this, right? His skin was already damp with sweat, where it met the other man's, cheek sliding against his when he nodded, laughing shakily. ]

Yeah--

[ Acknowledgement of the play on words, or affirmation of Eddie's presumption, he'd leave it up to him to interpret what it meant. ]

[enigmaestro]

[Suitable enough, and he smirked against Bradbury's chin. Eddie was slipping into his primordial language, his obsession talking in riddles. This was what he masked from others.

Before inhibitions lifted.]

I don't -- quite recall -- [How they got in here, he means to say, but the words steam away with the hot breath and searching mouth. There's a secret in Bradbury's neck.]

I -- ah. [Edward, for all his questions posed against the world, so rarely questioned himself. The irony of his passion conflicted to his narcissism, the friction blinding. He didn't question himself now, he didn't doubt himself nor his motives. Nor his reward. If he wanted this, he'd take it.

That groping hand had struggled to glide under Bradbury's shirt, cold fingers swarming up the other man's torso.]

[waiting]

[ He may not be as drunk as Eddie apparently is (and it was tempting to call that out, remind him of how things were supposed to be, but he couldn't quite summon the effort) but he felt like it. He'd let Eddie keep doing whatever he wanted as long as he kept his mouth right there, and he hissed softly when fingers slid into his shirt before instinctively reciprocating the motion.

That is to say, the hands that had been lying prone at his sides reached up to slide over the back of Eddie's pants, efficiently groping his ass and dragging him down against Bradbury at the same time. ]

Nngh-- [ Did Eddie really expect coherent conversation at this point? He sure as hell hoped not. ]

[enigmaestro]

[Hands that he hadn't ordered about found their way to his ass, exploring its own mystery, and quickly commanding his own posture. Eddie found himself pressed flush against the other man, their mutual excitement meeting. A small, candid gasp shot out from between his lips -- such a human moment from his typically sneering mouth.

Teeth now picked at Brabury's neck, accompanied by perks of tongue and the occasional kiss. Eddie worked rapidly -- perhaps a surprise, given his state -- and gardened enough affectionate agitation to hopefully burn a mark into Bradbury's neck.

Even like this, the deputy mayor was fond of enforcing possession.]

[waiting]

[ It wasn't like he was graced with the invulnerability some ImPorts were lucky enough to have -- he bruised just as easily. By the way he arched his neck at the attention it was getting, he didn't exactly mind, though he had a fleeting consideration that, shit, Eddie wasn't exactly putting those where the collar of his shirt could hide them, could he?

In any case, pulling Edward down hadn't earned a negative reaction, and he could be possessive too. It showed in the way his fingers dug in, holding the other man down (not that he seemed to need to be held in place, because he wasn't moving) so he could grind up against him.

If he was lucky, maybe he'd get to tease another of those gasps out again, the moment of vulnerability too much to resist. ]

[enigmaestro]

Oh -- hnn. [Eddie's noises trickled out, despite the man's reluctance. It was a weakness he had to afford: Bradbury was so persuasive in his movements, in his gropings and touches. Eddie found those warm, too.

An inevitable shiver was provoked. Flesh pressing against flesh, and Eddie's mouth licked along Bradbury's throat. Almost predatory in his tasting, he soon sampled along the chin and jawline, until teasing the tip of an ear with nipping teeth.

It was all culminating into a purposefully taunting, teasing event.]

LMFAO I SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO THE ACCOUNTS I'M LOGGED IN AS

[waiting]

[ Teasing was a good word for what Eddie was doing, all right, muscles and tendons tensing and relaxing under the wet lap of his tongue, humming with the groans that never quite made it all the way out.

Patience was a virtue, but as far as Bradbury was concerned, it wasn't like either of them had any. His hands slid away (reluctantly) to work at the front instead of the back, pausing to fumble at fastenings. The clink of belt buckles and the rasp of leather was as loud as a gunshot, not quite quiet enough to be drowned out.

The finality of the sound brought him up short, head jerking up out of the haze as common sense briefly reasserted itself. ]

I don't have any-- [ Trust Bradbury's first thought to be towards protection. ]

KJLKAJDLKASD IT'S LIKE: SURPRISE!

[enigmaestro]

I haven't any infections. [Eddie grunted out the words though a drawl -- or perhaps, as much of a drawl manageable. He shivered, when Bradbury entertained his front -- the audacity appealing. His body responded coherently to his thoughts, offering more to play.

The humming, the near confessions -- he had liked those.]

Why -- nngh, my -- have you?

[Cruelty played on his lips. He tore at the other man's shirt, thirsting to expose more vulnerability, and his fingers devoured casual flesh.]

Oh, how forward.

[Eddie's sole comment, when he had glanced down at Bradbury's handiwork.]

SUPLISE

[waiting]

[ If Eddie was bent on attacking above the belt, Bradbury wasn't going to be afraid to go below it. The disdain was enough to galvanize him into action, hands moving with more purpose, shoving down cloth as far as it could go while he was still essentially being straddled.

He didn't actually want his shirt ruined, so after enduring a moment or two of Eddie's attentions, he batted his hands away impatiently, stripping his shirt off in one smooth motion that left him arching against the couch before he dropped it carelessly off the side.

The soft clink of Porter-issued dogtags was audible when he settled back into place, letting cool air hit overheated skin. Only then did he offer Eddie a sharp grin in return, hands sliding back to where they'd been like a challenge. ]

Nah. I just didn't think barebacking was your kink. [ Breathless and flushed, the words came out more suggestive than needling. ]