318. The Midfuck Meme

[glocksucker]

MIDFUCK MEME

♋ Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of

Comments

Adam Milligan | Supernatural | OTA

[scrapofbait]

5. Honestly, the RNG is ridiculous.

[righteous_son]

[ooc: There is a small voice in the back of my mind telling me not to harass your poor Adam like this, but... I was never any good with willpower. Though, I totally understand if you want to ignore this....]

[It's sacrilege. It's blasphemy and a sin and it made his Grace like it was burning brighter than it had in centuries. Michael, for once (for now), did not care what his absent father would think of this, he just wanted to hear more of those low noises echo off the arched ceilings of the chapel.

The archangel tightened his grip on Adam's wrist to the point where there would be rings of faded blue for weeks, and pressed closer, pushing Adam ontop of the cold, marble alter. His Grace flared, filling him and skittering along Adam's skin where they were pressed (nearly fused) together as the angel made another mark along the pristine skin before him.]

It's into blasphemous crack tonight, apparently.

[scrapofbait]

[The twinges of pain that shoot through his wrists should bother him, as should many other variables in the situation; but Adam can't help but look at it differently. Zachariah had told him that he was special and all that jazz, and so maybe he never fully explained that part - he seemed important in the moment though, attention focused on him as he writhed slightly with a whine against the other. Asking for anything more or less from Michael didn't seem right either, so he moved easily to his will.]

Best kind of crack out there.

[righteous_son]

[The contrast between the chilled surface of the alter, Adam's heated skin and his own burning Grace made Michael shiver. Shiver and press closer, pushing Adam's legs farther apart and fitting against him in a way that would make you believe the boy beneath him was not the second best option, but rather the perfect fit. But that was not what Michael was thinking about, rather he wanted more from Adam, the small whine somehow not enough for him.

The angel snaps his hips just that little bit harder, the grip on one wrist disappearing only to wrap around Adam's hip moments later just as tight to keep Adam still as he added more force.]

[scrapofbait]

[A groan slips from him, a little too loud for their location, and Adam feel slight embarrassment bubbling in him. He hadn't thought about what if someone came in and found them and this is only just dawning on him. Beyond the thought though, he doesn't seem any less enticed by Michael and arches against him.]

[righteous_son]

[The only thing Adam should feel for anyone that might walk in on them now is pity, and mild pity at that. The archangel lets out a small breathless noise as Adam groans and arches against him; it is like some profane prayer to him, some twisted form of worship.

And still, Michael doesn't care if it's lustful and prideful to love that noise and know he pulled it from Adam, doesn't care if it is greedy to want more of them. He moves, laying himself almost on top of Adam and breathes against his skin, canting his hips and letting another barely-there noise spill from his lips. ]