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In My Bed Meme
Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!
It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.
Too bad someone doesn't agree.
Rules
The Poster is the character who is asleep.
The Responder is the one who discovers the sleeper.
Therefore, the Responder must do one of three things
I. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous threader, whatever.)
Go to Random and Roll.
a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tried to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
d. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.
II. Decide you have NO CLUE this person is! (People that haven't threaded with each other before, crossovers, castmates who haven't met.)
Go to Random and Roll.
a. Scream 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. 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 on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - 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.
d. 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.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying 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.
III. Decide - f**k the police. You hear me right. F**k 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!
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[That hunger in his gaze was something he was very familiar with. He felt that returning tickle of arousal and let his own gaze drift down over Leonard, let the man see him do it before he met blue eyes with brown.]
The what may not matter, and I'll give you it's never really that important, but you'll certainly be remembering the who.
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You don't seem so bad.
[It's playful, meant to maybe coax the other into action to prove him otherwise. He's still unsure about the whole Devil thing, not that he paid much attention to the stories or ever went to church in his life.]
You'd better make damn sure of it.
[Another coaxing remark, playing right into the Devils fingers and challenging him, yet giving in to the potent desire pulling him in. He leans in then to capture Lucifer's lips, stealing a firm kiss to test the waters.]
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Appearances can be deceiving, though, you've hardly gotten on my bad side, have you. No reason to show and tell all the nasty secrets the world has yet.
[His arms were splayed along the back of the couch, resting over it as his knees were equally splayed wide, his gaze a little lurid as he watched Leonard grow more bold, watched him fall a little further under that influence. Watched all the way up until lips pressed to his.
Then he showed Leonard what a kiss really was. No hands. No movement of his body, but he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to their full ability to give the man brazen enough to try to rob him a little show.]
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He'll then break the kiss as he slowly rolls his hips to grind against Lucifer.]
Well? [A tip of his head as his lips hover near Luci's, breath ghosting over his lips.]
What does the Devil want most right now?
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Lucifer's hands are busy on their own, sliding up under the open shirt, fingers gentle as they search out and outline the scars he'd seen when the man had been half-dressed.
Then those lips are drawing back and he looks up at smirking blue eyes and finds himself amused and aroused.]
Well, less clothes and another drink would be a good start. I do love a good suit, but fabric does tend to get in the way of skin on skin.
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It doesn't stop him or make him falter though, his skin may be sensitive to touch, but it makes it all that much more potent as he makes out with the Devil.
To the request he draws back a little so he can pull at his tie, easily untangling it with deft and dexterous fingers to throw it aside. Buttons come undone in a blink, showing off how light and fast his hands could be. These hands were crafty and talented, that's for sure. He splays his palms out over Lucifers chest the moment skin is revealed to him and he'll push cloth back as he caresses over his shoulders to lean in and kiss him again. Unable to get enough of him.
He drinks deep then slips off his lap to roll his shoulders and slide the shirt off, tossing it aside. He'll then drop his pants, ridding himself of his underwear to stand comfortably nude before the devil, erection standing firm and full. He's average in length and girth, not too big, not too small, no odd curves or anything remarkable but nothing to scoff at. He'll pick up his abandoned drink to finish it before striding to the bar to pick out a bottle, sort of allowing the devil an eyeful of his backside. Which he does have an absolutely stunning ass if he does say so himself.
He'll take his time in case the devil is enjoying the view or wants to finish undressing himself as Len pours them another drink and sort of casually leans at the bar to sip his own, waiting for Lucifer to join him and stretching out his back or sticking out his ass slightly in invitation as he casts a sort of coy glance over at him.]
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With a smile, he rose, letting his own undone shirt slide off his shoulders and moving to undo his belt. Eyes staying on Leonard, he undid his pants and toed off his shoes, stepping out of the pile of trousers and black silk boxers that were pushed down to meet them. He stood equally comfortable in his nudity. He was above average in the cock department, but not by an enormous amount. A little girthier, a little bit longer, uncut and with a trimmed patch of pubic hair around the base, he let Leonard enjoy the view before he came over. Reaching for the bottle to pour his own glass, Leonard might notice or glimpse the two large scars on his back, but it wasn't as if he turned to show them off. Then he was taking a sip with a pleased sigh.]
Bit of an exhibitionist, are we?
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[That and his ego and confidence in his own good looks. The man knows he's somewhat on the pretty side. He'd been to enough prisons to know that other men liked the look of him, not just the ladies. He knew he was good looking and his body is thin, lithe, but solid. He's strong, but it's clear he's flexible even for a man starting to show silver in his short hair. He may not be an incredibly open or normally intimate man but he has some skill or experience and his body is attractive enough.
He finishes his glass and tips his head, considering the tall, lean devil next to him. He'll slide a little closer so he feels his warmth and can breathe him in with a soft sigh. Blue eyes watch Lucifers face as his fingers ghost down his ribs and trace along the curve of toned muscle. He brushes along the shell of a hip, following the lines of his body straight down to that impressive cock. Deft fingers play almost barely there touches, teasing along the length before finally palming him, wrapping long digits around him and stroking slow and easy. He'll show off a little with how good he is with his hands, massaging and tugging with fluid movements.]
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[Those nimble fingers trace over him and it amuses him just a little how hard it seems Leonard is trying to prove that he's worth the effort. Lucifer's finger drags gently down the center of Leonard's chest, circling around a nipple as he takes another sip.]
You do realize you don't have to prove your case quite so much. It's guaranteed that you're going to wind up in bed with me. No reason not to take our time... though you do have rather lovely hands.
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[His movements slow as he mulls over if he wants to be somewhat insulted by the idea he feels like he needs to prove himself.]
Is that what you call taking initiative?
[He shrugs and removes his hands from him, backing out of his touch with a smirk.]
Well, if you don't want me touching you that's fine. [There's a look to go with it, he's just being a brat to tease the Devil.]
Though patience isn't a virtue I tend to display in bed. I like it cold, hard and fast. I don't really do intimate.
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[His hand lowered, finger moving to trace a whorl on the outside of Leonard's hip, moving it in looping circles until he tickled at the crease near his groin.]
You will be a sodden, sweaty, limp, useless wreck after I'm done with you. And you'll be fortunate in that I don't mind allowing one to regain the use of their legs before they leave.
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A tremor tingles up his spine and lances straight into his groin causing his cock to bob slightly at those words as they paint a delicious picture. Len enjoyed having his control and being free to do as he likes, but sometimes, especially when it came to falling into bed with someone, he liked to give over that control. He especially liked it when someone could push him to his limits and make him come utterly undone. He swallows a little raggedly, skin prickling with anticipation and excitement bristling in his eyes as he flicks his tongue out over his lips again.]
That had better be a promise. [There's a heated rasp back in his tone.]
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[And deals with the Devil were always adhered to. His fingers continued to touch and tease, finding his cock and tickling up along its length, keeping his touch almost tormentingly light. He followed the path of a vein up along to the tip, circling around the head before teasing back down underneath.]
If you think you can handle it, that is.
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Oh, I can handle it. I can take quite a beating before I'm through.
[And the look he gets has a spark of playful challenge, inviting the Devil to do his worst.]
Go on then Mr. Morningstar. Show me what you can do. Or are you all talk?
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[There's a shift and Lucifer moves, hands circling Leonard's waist before he lifts him up a few inches off the ground. It may be best for the other man to rest his hands on Lucifer's shoulders to keep from tipping one way or the other. If and when he stabilizes, Lucifer will start to move towards the bed.]
Funny how you were so quick to leave what you're not going to be able to for a while.
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You made a good case.
[He'll slowly lose some of the tension from the sudden shift as Lucifer moves them towards the bedroom. He eventually relaxes into it to wrap his arms around Luci's shoulders, settling his hips and thighs a little less rigidly against his frame. He seems to decide that there's been enough talking though as he leans up to kiss him with heat.]
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[He grins as he moves to the bed, jogging up the few steps before kneeling on the large spread of mattress, leaning over Leonard as he lays him down and lets his body cover the thief's.]
Now, why don't you tell Lucifer what you like, mm?
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There's not much I wouldn't like, top, bottom, I'm easier than I let on.
[A small smirk.]
Though to be honest, [And he's struggling to reveal much more but that pull is too strong.]
I haven't had much more than a few quick fucks. Just enough to work off tension. [He's over 40 and hasn't been with many people. Hasn't really had much in the way of a meaningful relationship, his lifestyle never really gave him many opportunities to care about settling down. Especially when he had no interest in it. No interest in finding himself a life partner or someone to be intimate with. He's a kinky newbie really.]
I'm willing to try a lot of things. I'm sure I'd enjoy whatever you have in mind. [He plays at being cool and experienced, when in reality he's pretty vanilla. That's not to say he doesn't have the skill to be a fun roll in the sheets but he could stand to have his horizons broadened. If the Devil is so inclined.]
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[He leaned down and nipped at the other man's chin, then met his gaze with dark, penetrating eyes.]
What do you desire most right now? If you could have it any way you wanted, what would that be, mm? What way would you beg for?
[One hand braced him up over the other man, the other trailed down over a slim chest, tickling lightly over whatever scars he might bump over, but not avoiding them.]
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I enjoy being undone. To let go and give up my control. [He was always in charge, always in control, always the one being relied on to do everything. He needed that stability in life, but in the bedroom he liked to lose himself in his partners. To not have to think. To be consumed by the pleasure.]
I want you to have me begging for it. I want to test my limits. I like pain with my pleasure. It lets me know I'm alive.
[A soft laugh,] Considering I'd died, I wouldn't mind a strong reminder of that.
[He worries his bottom lip. He's pretty willing to try just about anything but he'll go with the first thing that comes to mind.]
Wouldn't mind being tied up, rope, handcuffs, any way you want. Blindfolds, riding crops, or we can fuck on just about any surface. I definitely like the idea of not being able to walk for a few days, bruises, welts, scratches, bites and hickies dotting my skin.
[He breathes out, shifting under wandering fingers and stretching his torso into the touch like a cat eager to be stroked. He then opens heated blue eyes.]
Bonus points if you use ice. You don't have to be gentle with me, I'd rather you not treat me like a fragile creature. I like being broken to an extent. Rough, hard, fast, I want to feel everything and I want to remember it. I'm a big boy, I can take whatever you dish out.
[He's playing with fire here because if the Devil is as good as he says he is and considering there's this newfound desire to LIVE more than he had prior to dying. He may yet develop an addiction to Lucifer, to want it like a drug, especially with that powerful influence of his.]
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[As a peek at a reward, Lucifer's hand moved to Leonard's nipple, circling it with a finger before he gave it a tweak. It wasn't violent or too hard, but it was likely to sting a little, which was Lucifer testing the waters, so to speak. A lot of people said they liked pain, but there were so many levels of what pain was, he found that it was always good to test those limits. What was arousing for one person was nothing at all to another. That little tweak was to give the man a little pain he asked for, to show he'd play along, and to get him to listen to that order.]
You don't mind if I grab a bottle to bring along with the ice, do you? I prefer to drink it neat, but I suppose I can find something fun to add with it.
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He shakes his head when asked about going for a bottle of something.]
Whiskey. [A suggestion, more a request than any sort of demand. He wants to be drinking more if he's going to be spilling truths and secrets so easily. He's rather surprised at himself, but he has to remember that Lucifer has something supernatural about him causing him to WANT to say these things for once. Things he would normally keep to himself because sharing what he feels or any intimate details about himself with anyone, is not something he does, ever.]
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[Lucifer got up, comfortable still in his nudity, going over to the wetbar and grabbing a bottle. He also grabbed a silver bucket and dipped it in an open container of ice. Maze made sure her master had whatever he could want for whatever he could desire. She was good to him that way. A couple glasses grabbed with his fingers and he came back over, setting everything on the bedside table before moving away again to a recessed paneled closet. He opened it and stood musing in front of it.]
You did say crop, yes? What about a paddle? I do love to give a good paddling. Nipple clamps are a bit passe, but, ooh, I haven't gotten to play with that electric wand thingamajig yet.
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Paddle is fine, pass on the clamps. [A loose flick of his hand to dismiss them. He'll then push himself up onto his elbows and tilt his head curiously when the wand thingy is mentioned.]
What's the electric wand? Other than the obvious.
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[He pulled out the wand and waggled it at him, then showed a few of the attachments.]
You plug it in and it's a bit of a zap. Low level. Rather pleasant, if you're into that.
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