BATH TUB / SHOWER MEME, open to anyone

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In the interests of good clean fun, we're providing you with a bathtime meme~

The scenario is quite simple, your character finds themselves in the bath or shower with another character (clothed? Naked? Getting naked? Who knows~ That's part of the fun!), whether this is normal or your character has just "poofed" into the situation is up to you! Hijinks ensue.

Feel free to mix and match, use the options below, or go to RNG and let the gods decide

1. dropped the soap - ..Huh... how did you end up in prison? And during shower hour....

2. peasoup steam - The water is hot tonight and the steam is making it way too hot to see anything! Keep your hands to themselves

3. slip and slide - Whoooa all those puddles are making it hard to stand up straight. Maybe someone can help you out.

4. accidental peeping tom - Oh the joys of communal showers.... especially if someone starts attending to their... "needs" right next to you.

5. bubble bath - Because FUCK YEAH BUBBLES.

6. obligatory sex option - Huh, you're stuck in a shower with someone... and there's a note taped on the door. "If you want out, you gotta make out for 10 minutes~ Cheers!" Did we mention the aphro pumping in with the steam and water? Because there's that too.

7. ANYTHING ELSE. Anything and everything else.

Remember when you post up with your character, make sure to specify if you're okay with smut or not!

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[keijisan]

[feels you tensing against him, his breath hitching as he strokes hard and fast, his body tightening swiftly. he bites at your lower lip and pushes hard into the kiss, his whole body tensing, before his hips are jerking down against yours and he's coming, spilling between his fingers and over their bellies as he moans into your mouth. his body shudders taut around you and his back arches until finally he tears his mouth away to just gasp, his head falling back and his eyes dazed]

[wontreadthemanual]

[you're spasming around him, against him, everything lighting up for you and it's beautiful. he swears he can feel the electricity through your skin against his own. your hand on his neck, your hand between your bellies, your tongue against his own, until it all rises over and you freeze, falling back, curving in his arms like one single frayed thread.]

[he cries out, into your mouth, into the air as you pull back, overcome, juddering deeper into you still, pushing hard through the incredible tension, until he's truly hilt-deep and you've got him held so tight, he's got nowhere else to go.]

[bowing forward, curling over you, releasing the wall to just hold you with both arms, clutching you tight, and with your shoulders on the wall and his toes curling against the tile, face buried in your shoulder, belly trembling with the sudden overwhelming electricity running through him, fingernails white where he's holding your waist, so small compared to his own, so thin--]

[and within you his cock, wrapped tight, held hard, and he comes, thoughts fading into whiteness, blank helpless pleasure. he willingly dives in, losing himself in it, and each thrum of his cock within you is strong, arching against you, spilling thick into you]

[keijisan]

[gasps as you spasm against him, and he can feel you come, the sensation pulling another hard shudder down his spine and making him tense around you. he wraps both his arms over your shoulders and slides one hand against your hair, taking sharp, heaving breaths into your temple as he feels you shake.]

[he draws back just a bit to watch your face as you're overcome, pressing a hand to your cheek as your expression melts him, all his muscles going slack and warm as he strokes slow fingers down your cheekbone then leans in to kiss you again, his mouth warm and soft.]

[he tugs your head in against his shoulder again after a minute and just breathes, feeling his heart slam against his ribcage and feeling sated for the first time in... too long, his body sore and satisfied and a warm feeling spreading in his chest]

[wontreadthemanual]

[His legs are weak, muscles quivering, and his knees are fast becoming jelly. One palm against the tile wall over your shoulder, struggling to hold both your weight and his, while he breathes unsteadily against your skin, unable to resist the urge to lap his tongue out, tasting sweat and shower water and your skin]

[With difficulty he begins to let one of your legs down, wincing when skin sticks against skin and tugs, a little pinch. He nips at your throat, a little soft bite with his lips guarding his teeth, gentle, fond. He has to bend his knees to get your foot on the ground; he holds onto you for balance as he tries to avoid the inevitable necessity of pulling out of you]

[but you just feel so GOOD]

[he makes a soft noise against your skin, breathy, warm, expansive]

Shingo...

[keijisan]

[tightens his hold on you as you set him carefully down and he shifts his hips gently, sliding you out of him. he nearly slips again once he has both feet under him, his thighs quivering a little and his hands still tight on your shoulders--he manages a breathless laugh when you bite him and gingerly supports his own weight, leaning back against the wall and rubbing slow fingers along the nape of your neck, his free hand wandering slick and slow over your skin]

Date. [his voice is warm even as you saying his name sends faint goosebumps down his spine and a fresh flush over his cheeks. he hasn't heard his given name said like that in... longer than he'd care to remember. so he just tilts his head up and leans in, kissing your mouth gently as his hands come up to cup your face]

[wontreadthemanual]

There's something fluttering down his spine, hesitance or maybe confusion, as you kiss him; he kisses back warmly at first, then more firmly, embracing you closely while he works to keep his equilibrium. His thighs and knees quiver, weak, and the adrenaline and endorphins throughout his whole system are lighting up nerves he hasn't felt tingling in at least a little while. Maybe longer.

He licks your lip, slipping his tongue into the kiss, into your mouth, and one of the little noises you're making goes straight to his spine, electrifying him.

He's still not sure he's thinking clearly. He pulls back far enough to meet your eye. . . And can only stare, quietly studying and memorizing.

[keijisan]

He gasps a little as you pull back, leaning in to follow the kiss for a brief moment before he stops and flushes a little, then opens his eyes.

He finds you looking at him intensely and heat climbs in his face again. His expression is still a little dazed, his mouth kissed red and soft and his lips still parted as he looks up at you, watching you right back with the same intensity as his hands touch, running light over your chest and hips and thighs, just for the sake of pressing his hands to your skin.

"...Date?" he breathes, his face still close and his body shifting closer, his fingertips smoothing over your collarbones.

[wontreadthemanual]

"Shingo. . . san." It's an effort to remember what to call you. The honorific is, admittedly, hesitant.

". . .are you alright?" It seems like the thing to ask. He did quite lose track of himself for a while. You might have pulled a muscle.

[keijisan]

"Better than all right," he says, smiling up at you. "And you don't have to call me -san, if you don't want. I'd prefer you leave it off."

His voice is warm but he can see you're hesitating, and his fingers still against your skin, just looking up at you and trying to figure out what you're thinking.

[wontreadthemanual]

You beam at him and for a moment, just a brief one, he gets distracted from breathing.

"Shingo," Date says, sounding faintly sheepish. "I, ah, I'm not very fond of my first name, so. . ." He's awkward. He doesn't usually do this.

Actually, he never does this.

And yet.

His hands rub warm around your curves and angles, showing you with his closeness, if not the stiffness of his shoulders or words, that he wants you here, that he wants to stay close to you.

And though part of his mind doesn't understand, and is trying to bring more of his attention to this fact, the rest of him tucks one knuckle under your chin and tips your mouth up for another kiss.

And it sends his heart hammering away again, racing and shortening his breath as it goes.

[keijisan]

"It's all right," Shingo says, curling a little closer. "I don't mind either way." And then he's sighing, melting into the broad warmth of your hands and oh. He arches into it when you kiss him, your mouth rough and warm against his as he nibbles your lower lip and curls his arms around your waist, most of the tension draining right out of him. He's flushed and panting when they break apart again, his eyes dark and soft.

"Are you all right? I know... this place did something. I felt so strange..." He's nuzzling at your shoulder, though, his lips brushing.

[wontreadthemanual]

"It...it did," Date manages, though talking - which was so important a moment ago - is seeming less so, now that Shingo's lips are once again so warm and soft against him. His skin prickles, tightening, and he tugs on you gently, encouraging you to let him support your weight again. He turns the both of you together, finding a support for his shoulder, tipping against it, trying to breathe slowly.

"I'm alright, I think. I think..." He tries to summon his knowledge, his study. What are your symptoms? His? His brain chugs slowly. You're present, immediate, far more pertinent.

There's a showerhead near his left shoulder. He strikes on that idea, focus sharpening with a solid grip to anchor itself on.

"We. We should wash up," he tells you, moving briskly to remove the spray head from its bracket, dial the water on. He adjusts the temperature, tips the spray over, across both of you. It's warm, and goosebumps rise on his skin that's not under the water.

He washes your belly. The stickyness is stubborn, and the water's rivulets tangle and splash across the contours of the cum stuck across your belly and hips. He reaches with one hand, using his thumb to scrub you clean an inch at a time.

This was supposed to be clearing his mind, getting the fog out. It's not really working.

[keijisan]

Shingo turns, pressing you gently back against the tile and leaning against you, helping to brace you as he kisses at your shoulder.

"I"m glad you're all right," he sighs, and lets you shift him around under the spray of the shower, then starts as he leans back against you and your hands slide over his skin. He's fine until your fingers slip against the soft skin below his navel and his whole body jerks, biting his lip on a muffled sound and turning his head, his thighs tensing] Date!

His voice is a little ragged before he presses a hand to his mouth, just shivering a little against you and looking incredibly embarrassed. "I"m sorry," he manages, feeling more foolish by the second. "Just--I'm sensitive there."

[wontreadthemanual]

Turning you against him, your back to his front, supporting him, was a fine idea until you flinch, and he feels bad, pulling his hand fast away - in the wrong direction, smacking your arm as you move. Awkwardness ensues. He's about to back off when you tip against him, still shivering, and he's not made of stone.

He embraces you, one arm banded across your chest, palm cupping your bicep comfortingly. His lips are on your ear.

"Are you ticklish?" And because he's a big ol' kid, he just has to poke at everything twice. He trails his fingertips in a circle around your navel and then downward to the side, toward one of your hipbones.

[keijisan]

That makes his whole face flush and he doesn't quite manage to swallow a moan, low and liquid, burying his face against your shoulder and biting lightly as his hips jerk slightly into your touch, his whole body shivering electrically.

"No," he manages, turning his face into your throat. "...no, I'm not ticklish."

[wontreadthemanual]

Oh. Oh, that's not...how he'd interpreted it the first time. But now it's pretty obvious.

Your speech against his throat makes him swallow hard, trying to steady himself. You've obviously recovered a lot faster than he is. He's quite a pace older, and tries to give himself a pardon on that account.

His brain helpfully replays your moan, your mouth on his skin, your little bite.

Now it's his turn to make undignified sounds - just one, and just low, but it's there.

"Shingo...I'm afraid I'm...inclined to take advantage of you." He clears his throat, his cock beginning to stir where it's pressed between your bodies. "Uhm. Again."

What is wrong with this place? Is it some sort of...of drug? Date grits his teeth, trying to control the rising urge he's feeling. This isn't like him.

You flinch against him, maybe he hit another ticklish spot as his palms have, quite without his conscious command, flattened out upon your chest and belly and begun to stroke wide swaths of skin in random patterns. He has to gulp, hard.

Gods above, though, maybe it should be.

[keijisan]

He shivers when you make noise, leaning against you and breathing out on a soft sigh. "You aren't taking advantage of me," he says thickly, nuzzling under your jaw. "I want you to."

He presses his body to yours, feeling his own cock stir as their skin slides together under the heat of the water. He takes a breath and a sudden, powerful longing hits him as he wonders what it'd be like to have you in a bed, warm and soft, your hard, smooth weight pinning him down and your mouth rough and wet at his neck--but he cuts that thought off, knowing it for the grasping selfishness that it is, and turns his attention back to your hands on his chest and belly. He arches into them, his mouth brushing your earlobe as he sighs your name again, his own hands wandering as he tries to find senstive places on your body.

[Whoops gettin a lil srs here, sorry 'bout that, don't feel obligated to stay in srsville for long~]

[wontreadthemanual]

Your fingertips on the lateral ridges of Date's ribcage will find the first treasure - he shivers, arching up and trying to get away, as he is, in fact, ticklish. His laugh is mid-tone, rapid, throaty.

His nipples are the next prize you'll find from there - the gasp and wriggle he makes then, losing his breath on the sound, are for an entirely different reason, definitely not ticklishness, and he arches against you, one leg parting yours only mostly by accident, and partially by deep instinct. Once there, he arches against you, until the heat of your groin on his thigh makes him pause, glancing down.

Then he stretches his arms, fingers spread and seeking. He reaches down to cup your ass and tug upward, angling you harder against his thigh. Muscle bunches hard under your sack as he shifts his balance, his leg strength lifting you, and your lips forming his name just demand to be kissed. He does, extensively, tongue seeking as far as he can go.

"Sh-Shingo," Date breathes, one hand on either side of your ass holding you up, keeping you on tiptoes against him. His heart is pounding.

"I'm--I'm afraid I can't be as considerate as you deserve." One of his hands slides from your ass to your cock, palming it roughly. "I feel--" He's starting to be alarmed, the adrenaline of his orgasm fading and leaving his mind calm enough to embrace the confusion of why he's acting like this, why he can't seem to stop.

Your fingertips on his skin distract him again, and his cheeks flush darker. He's lightheaded, and keeping his thoughts straight is getting increasingly difficult.

"I'm...I shouldn't," he tries, only able to make his words obey the second-guessing of his higher nature. The rest of him's quite busy rocking against you, his cock half-hard and pressed up against the bottom of your sack and the crack of your ass, trapped at a downward angle because of the intimately close press of your rock-hard cock and his palm against his own belly. He rubs you, slicking his palm with precome from your tip.

"Shingo."

[I AM A FREQUENT VISITOR TO SRSVILLE, I have an extended work visa and can stay as long as you like]

[keijisan]

"Date--" Shingo manages before you're touching him and he can't help shuddering against you, clutching at you a little for support. He struggles to hold onto what you're saying, squirming against your chest and arching his back.

But then he catches the desperate edge in your voice and twists in your grip, pushing you gently back against then nearest wall and using every last milliliter of his self-control to grip your and pull you away from him, pinning you loosely to the tile wall. He breathes roughly against your collarbone for a moment, flushed and achingly hard and trembling against you before he draws back, not quite able to meet your eyes.

"Do you want to stop?" he manages, taking soft, panting breaths and feeling his throat tighten. "We can stop, if this isn't what you want. I don't know what this place is doing, but--but we don't have to do this, Date-san." He takes a step back from you deliberately, still shaking slightly all over and painfully hard against his belly. "It's all right, if you don't want to."

[Pretty much passing out at keys, so, will continue on the morrow <3]

[wontreadthemanual]

You're shaking, vibrating just to pull away from him, and to Date's eyes, even though he doesn't understand why, even though it's just the doing of whatever's in the air, he knows that, it's this chemical or vapor or whatever you two were drugged with doing this, toying with your emotions and with his own too, despite all of this, you're...

Well, you're quite a sight.

"Shingo, I..."

The cool wall at his back helps clear his mind a little - just a little, though, because he can't drag his eyes away from your cock, standing proud like that, so perfectly sized and absolutely delectable looking and he's ready to just-- it's just too --

"Gods." His voice trips, stumbling over the simple expletive, rolling a frustrated, needy, gut-deep growl into the several syllables that he manages to work into the short single word.

So he has to swallow hard to find his voice again, tearing his gaze back up to your face.

"I don't want to hurt you, Shingo."

[sleep well, sweet pea!]

[keijisan]

He looks up at you intensely, then lets go of your wrists and steps back, pressing a hand to the center of your chest. He can't quite force himself to stop touching you, but he takes shaky breaths and looks up into your face.

"I won't let you hurt me, Date," he says, his voice stronger and his eyes sharp. "You aren't hurting me. I want this. But if it's not something you want, we can stop."

[tagging one or two more til I pass out because I'm an addict]

[wontreadthemanual]

"It's not that I don't want you, Shingo," Date says slowly, gaining steadiness by feeding off of your resolve. "I don't know what's done this to us, and I don't know how you'll feel when we escape it.

"I don't want you to regret impulsive actions."

[yessssssssss yay]

[keijisan]

He crumbles a little at that, curling in against you weakly and gasping slightly, his body pressing to yours again and the breath leaving his lungs.

"Date," he chokes, pressing his face in against your chest. "I mean it, when I say it's all right. I won't regret it. But I don't want you to either."

[and of course i keeled over right then. but i TRIED!! *^*///]

[wontreadthemanual]

Your breath against his skin, the rub of your brow against his breastbone - you're shaking your head, he's biting down a whimper.

He's still worried. There's a lot more could be said. And neither of you even understand what's actually got a hold on you.

But you're saying yes with your words and please with your body. And his body begs, too.

He cradles your face in both hands, lifting, straightening your bowed shoulders and neck. The shower head, still running, is slowly spinning on its hose somewhere nearby. He grabs it, washes you over with warm water. His eyes are dark and hungry and calm, still pools of emotion and understanding and above all that, trust.

He'll trust your word, and trust you to trust his. Your bodies are screaming at you both.

Date strokes one palm, flat, heavy, warm, across your belly, following the water's spray. He kneels, pressing the handle of the showerhead into your empty hand. His are going to be busy in a moment.

He holds you by the waist with one hand. His other rubs across your belly, seeking that shudder out, coaxing it again and again.

He takes you in his mouth without looking up, attention downturned, focused on his task. You fit easily - he's got a big mouth. He works his tongue against you, sliding further down, assessing his own comfort and adjusting.

[It's cool, sleep is also important!!]

[keijisan]

Shingo leans into it when you press your hands to his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing, half-expecting to be pushed away... but when he opens them again your face is soft and you're running warm water over him, pressing the showerhead into his hand.

He bites his lip when you stroke over his lower belly again, his hips stuttering, but then he's scrambling to put it back in its stand as you kneel in front of him, oh god, and your mouth closes on his skin, slick and scorching. He can't smother an embarrassingly loud cry when you take him in, his thighs shaking--this always undoes him, to the point where he can barely stand, and he just clutches at your shoulders and sobs a little, leaning hard back against the nearest wall]