outofshadows | Shipping Meme

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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.

1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!

Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS
1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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Bert shrugged as the shirt fell away, helping as he could without removing his hands from Kurt's trousers. It was always good, the start of a tryst. The building of heat and the leadening of limbs. There was a special sort of sweetness to it, and even though he was already hard and aching in his denims, this was still simply the start.

"Anything particular yeh fancy?" His hands slid along the fabric of Kurt's waistband, seeking whatever fastenings held the garment on. He was more than happy to oblige the lad - lust madness or no, he had a reputation as a particularly generous lover. He intended to maintain that.

If Kurt had been thinking about it, there was something to appreciate about this initial step in the love making process. He'd been known in high school to miss times of pure romance and nothing sexual was even involved. Although, he wasn't very typical in his aversion to sex early on. It made his limited experience with sex now understandable if people knew.

Kurt was wearing jeans and had worn a t-shirt with a long sleeve shirt underneath it (always with the layers). He gives Bert an apologetic look. "I've... not done all that much."

"That's alright. I hadn't either, when I was your age. Not with other men, anyhow." Bert slowed himself down then, letting his hands creep up along Kurt's abdomen, rather than simply tearing his trousers off. No, there hadn't been many men, not until after Gilead fell and it was...safer. Easier to sneak off to a brothel alone, no questions asks, and sate his curious need.

"We'll go easy."

Kurt tries not to protest at them slowing things down. The spell was giving him such a craving to get to the coupling part. But mentally, he was relieved Bert wasn't expecting him to know more than he did. Blaine and him had certainly been active sexually, but he didn't know how that translated into having sex with someone else.

"What do you like?" Kurt asks, wanting to be a pleasing lover as well.

"Oh, I'm easy to please!" Bert chuckled and pressed his mouth against Kurt's neck. "That's the thing about sex. It's all good. Anywhere yeh touch, anywhere yeh taste...it's going to feel good. Stir the blood and heat it." He moved his lips along the younger man's neck as he spoke, inching up his layered shirts and seeking bare skin.

"The skin's a wonderful canvas, all miles and miles of sensation and stimuli..."

Kurt's breath catches and he tilts his head to the side, giving Bert more access. He felt a shiver of excitement go through his body as he feels the touch on his abdomen. Being a dancer, his body is more fit than some might expect it to be. Under Bert's fingers are lean muscles.

He almost felt dizzy as Bert's monologue had such a sexy tone to it. Kurt wishes he could find his wits so he could sound intelligent to any of this. Instead, Bert just gets a 'yeah' in agreement.

Bert raised Kurt's shirt, appreciative of the lean form under his hands. Kurt was built much like he was, lanky and lean but corded. And he hardly expected a proper response, he was choosing his words carefully. He tended to be a vocal lover, using words and tone to arouse his partner as much as anything else.

"See, foolish lovers think it's all about what's in the trousers. But that's just a little part of it. There are so many delightful places to kiss and lick." His mouth found the hollow of Kurt's throat and fixed on it, pressing his tongue against that spot.

He was doing an excellent job at that. Kurt was coming completely unglued in his expert hands. He lifts his arms to help get his shirts out of the way.

Kurt moans under the attention of that mouth on his throat. He grips Bert's shoulders tightly to keep himself steady. It felt really good.

Bert tossed the shirts aside and let his hands wander over the younger man's bare torso.

"Here," he urged, feeling drugged with his desire. "Let's make use of all those plush cushions on the floor there. I wot that's why they're strewn about." He let his hand drop, reaching for one of Kurt's. He didn't mind playing the role of the teacher here. He'd been lucky to find a kind fellow, right off, who had given him more to learn in one night than all his other fumblings before had ever amounted up to.

He still thought of Gabe, sometimes. The least he could do was turn the favor 'round, do the same for another young lad who wasn't quite sure what he was doing.

That skin on skin was intoxicating. He let himself be lead to on of the mats. He kicks off his boots and sits down on the mat with Bert. The fabric was cool and silky under them. It was the perfect compliment to what they were about to do.

Blaine would probably have been disappointed that Kurt was being so hesitant with another lover- if he wasn't totally pissed off he was having another lover. Kurt should know what he was doing and really, he probably did more than he thought he did. He just lacked the sexual confidence to believe it. Although, Bert's experience was already proving he had a lot more to learn than he'd thought.

"This place has everything, doesn't it?" Bert grinned as he stretched out on his side next to Kurt, letting his hand trace lazy patterns over his abdomen. This room was built for sex, that was all there was too it. It was like one of those plants, that's trapped bugs in it. Once you'd crossed the threshold, it had you.

Not that he terribly minded. If he hadn't come along, he dreaded to think what Kurt would have been in store for. He could remember stumbling around, desperate and wanting...

That was how he'd accidentally despoiled poor Glinda.

"You're quite the handsome lad."

Kurt runs his hand along the cloth amazed by how seductive it was. He sees Bert lay down, so he copies him. He was far more interested in the other man than the mats anyway.

"It seems to be maybe a temple for sex." Kurt observes. "Maybe that's what the symbol is for?"

He was starting to have trouble with this slow pace. The urges to take or be taken was powerful. He runs a hand along Bert's thigh moving upwards. He leans in to kiss the older man.

"Sommat like that, mayhap." Bert returned the kiss, allowing his hand to move to the fastenings of Kurt's jeans. He spoke between kisses, never able to stay quiet, even at bedroom play.

"There's cultures that brought sex and worship together. Sowing and Spring Rites and Reaping, back in my world, they all used to be about sex." His deft fingers opened the button of Kurt's jeans. "Back in the old days, when it was all bonfires and oiled, naked bodies writhing under a swollen moon."

Now there was a mental image for him.

He thought he might go crazy with anticipation as his jeans were opened. The other man's touch was so close. He wasn't sure if he could breathe. He tried to focus a bit more on this picture Bert was painting with his eloquent words. He looks up into Bert's eyes with almost a fevered look.

"Oh aye," he went on, slowly dragging down Kurt's zipper. He could feel the heat and swell of flesh beneath. "They'd fuck in the spring soil all the night, to bless the land while the fires burnt down. A celebration of life and flesh and heat." His hand slipped inside the younger man's jeans, stroking his cock gently but firmly in rhythm with the cadence of his words.

"The night was given to wild lust and untamed passion."

Kurt was lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it) to not lose it as soon as Bert touched him. Instead Bert gets a soft groan of relief and pleasure.

"D-did you participate?" Kurt stammers out. The story was erotic to say the least.

Bert had to laugh.

"Nah, this was hundreds of years a'fore I was born. We still had the fires and we danced, aye, but with our clothes on, and we spilled wine instead of our seed. Civilization washes the sex out of religion." He tugged Kurt's denims down, to give him better access. He enjoyed this sort of sex - friendly and relaxed. And it had been a long time since he'd touched a man, at least as far as he was concerned. It was good. He could never imagine a life without a woman's touch, but he did enjoy the feel of a man.

It was hard to tell in this place when people were from. He found himself pressing into Bert's hand as he was touched. He shifts his hips to accommodate his jeans being moved. He wasn't sure if Bert wanted him touching his body yet or not. He seemed okay with Kurt not having the best grasp on what he was supposed to be doing. Kurt braved asking, "Do you want me to put my hands on you too?"

"If you'd like to. No obligation." Sex shouldn't be like that, some sort of transaction where you did to another just because they'd done to you. He rolled over onto his knees, to drag Kurt's pants off proper. And to get rid of his own - it was starting to grow uncomfortable, his own erection pressing against the back of his zipper. He kicked his denims off and knelt in his cotton boxers, lean and scarred and grinning.

"All that matters is that you're enjoying yourself."

Kurt hadn't felt obligated. Bert was.. just really attractive. He wasn't used to just reaching out and touching people, at least not in a sexual manner.

His breath catches though when Bert decides to up the ante. Kurt's black briefs were barely containing him. Once Bert was free of his pants, Kurt looks at his face a moment before braving the chance to touch him.

"You're really hot," Kurt admires. He runs his fingers along Bert's stomach and chest.

"Say thankee." Bert swung his leg over Kurt's hips, straddling him and stretching out over him. He was never one to blush at compliments - and he knew his own face and form. He'd always been the handsome one.

The gunslinger dipped his head, kissing the younger man, entirely lost in the lust the bespelled room had brought about.

Kurt wrapped his arms loosely around Bert as he was kissed. He slid his fingers along the other man's back, encouragingly.

Bert's back was a mass of scar tissue, raised welts of dead skin criss crossing the expanse of it. The leavings of his misspent youth.

He deepened the kiss and pressed his hips snugly against Kurt's, bringing them flush together with little but two thin barriers of cloth between them. He always liked that teasing friction that came with frottage, the way it seemed to both ease and increase the ache of arousal.

Kurt wonders at the scars and frets what that must have meant for Bert. However, the lust that was boiling in him made it difficult to think of anything else for long- especially when Bert was pressing their erections together. He groans and pushes his hips into the other man's.

The blood was boiling now. Cuthbert groaned eagerly as he thrust himself against the younger man beneath him. He kissed Kurt's jawline, his neck, the hollow of his throat. His arousal seemed to ebb and flow like waves, surging and then retreating some before surging again.

Almost time to take things along to the next step.

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