thewitchway:

seanryan-1x1:

drkoestersmithrpg:

thewitchway:

jensensackles:

And he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you

SO THIS IS MY HEADCANON:  Stiles and Derek are making out desperately for the first time and they agreet to go back to Derek’s ……. whatever, nest, den, in the old house.  And Derek takes Stiles to the place that serves as his bedroom (which he’s actually dressed up a bit because, well, he was hoping to get Stiles down there) but just as they fall to the mattress on the floor that serves as a bed Derek thinks to ask “Wait, have you done this before?”  and Stiles says “Yes….well I’ve…..made out ….. before….” and Derek, who really does possess of a great deal of self control, pulls back, takes a breath and says “Ok, we can do that.”

THIS IS MY FIC REQUEST

From here, Derek treats Stiles to very agressive making out/oral sex and assures Stiles he doesn’t have to do anything else in return (which is good ‘cause he really has a massive cock.)  From there….maybe…..he confesses he had to get a workable bed in hopes to get Stiles into it….

*gulp* but I don’t know if I can write Stiles good. Derek probably okay, he’s just a cute little brooding angst puppy, but Stiles is funny and I don’t know how to do funny on purpose. but… I’m bookmarking these two posts and when I get home (hopefully tomorrow the a/c will finally be fixed) i will give it a try.

OH Stiles doesn’t have to talk much, just gulp and have feels.  (I wasn’t even thinking about what BRINGS them to be kissing desperatly and falling onto the bed.  Who cares?  As long as they get there.)

OH and when I don’t know how the dialog goes I just gloss over it saying “The boy said something witty.” 

Since, in THIS photoset, Derek looks a little too stunned to even know what the hell is being said.

thewitchway:

jensensackles:

And he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you

SO THIS IS MY HEADCANON:  Stiles and Derek are making out desperately for the first time and they agreet to go back to Derek’s ……. whatever, nest, den, in the old house.  And Derek takes Stiles to the place that serves as his bedroom (which he’s actually dressed up a bit because, well, he was hoping to get Stiles down there) but just as they fall to the mattress on the floor that serves as a bed Derek thinks to ask “Wait, have you done this before?”  and Stiles says “Yes….well I’ve…..made out ….. before….” and Derek, who really does possess of a great deal of self control, pulls back, takes a breath and says “Ok, we can do that.”

THIS IS MY FIC REQUEST

From here, Derek treats Stiles to very agressive making out/oral sex and assures Stiles he doesn’t have to do anything else in return (which is good ‘cause he really has a massive cock.)  From there….maybe…..he confesses he had to get a workable bed in hopes to get Stiles into it….

seanryan-1x1:

drkoestersmithrpg:

Now I *know* you aren’t sleeping……..

*grin* But ‘Sleeping Boy’ Is one of my favorite games ;)

Herm……and how long do you think you can keep that up?  While I’m running kisses along your thigh, up to your cock, then running my hands over your ribs while I kiss up your treasure line to your navel….and then back down again?  Are you still sleeping now?

rrrowr:

#Dear diary #today I went to threaten Scott’s best friend to help me #and he made me try on shirts #I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal when you write it down #but it was in front of a stranger #and the only one that fit was all colorful #you know I can’t wear colors diary #my wardrobe has to be black and gray like my soul #frowny face

Let’s recall that ANGEL only owned black shirts.

He SAID that it was because he couldn’t look into a mirror to see if everything matched but…..we all know the truth.

seanryan-1x1:

drkoestersmithrpg:

OH you did enjoy it when I did this with you, I recall.  On the bed is nice, where you have nowhere to fall. 

If I recall, *I* enjoyed it very much, also.

You certainly seemed to enjoy it… A LOT. ;) And it is one of my favorite positions. Who am I kidding? They’re ALL my favorite positions!

Ah, with just enough pillows to have you laying completely on top of me, your face just close enough to my face so that I can kiss your cheek and whisper into your hear. 

Then I’d take your hands in mine …. one hand to cup your balls and the other to stroke your cock.  Your hands must do this, so that my hands will be free to touch you in other places, or tangle in your hair, or turn your mouth to mine.

Ah gods I love the feel of your body around me when you come…..

seanryan-1x1:

thewitchway:

seanryan-1x1:

Poor Kess, having to sleep in their bed alone and not really being able to get good sleep because of it. I’m glad his nap wouldn’t make him oversleep from exhaustion and miss the plane!

Sean struggles hard for the first couple years they’re together between his natural desire to be like other lovers when he’s out in public with Kess and his fear they’re going to get in trouble. Around their neighborhood it’s not really that way, not even in the park, because he feels like people there know them at least by sight and they’re safe because it’s like an extension of their home. Probably part of why he doesn’t want to move away, though I doubt he realizes it exactly. 

But regardless of being afraid, after being away so long (at that point more than one night is so long!) he can’t help but run into his arms and kiss him without thinking about it. So yeah, he’d be a little :( that Kess didn’t kiss him back.

But all that would go right away when they got home and Kess did that. Whenever he tells Sean to get him wet in that bedroom voice, it makes him go all melty. Combine that with the hair-pull and being pushed to his knees? He’d be thinking ‘there’s no way some 19yo pick-up from a Berlin nightclub is EVER going to make me feel this way’ and ‘oh yeah, now I’m definitely home.’ So he’d get to it as eager as a puppy, squirming and getting hard in anticipation of what’s coming next. Because whatever it is Kess has in mind, he knows it’s going to be great.

SO after epic sex and sleeping-in-each-other’s-arms afterwards, the crockpot meal overcooks and is ruined.

The End.

LOL! Ruining a crockpot meal is pretty hard to do. That must’ve been some SERIOUSLY epic sex ;) 

And Sean vows never to take another week long trip away EVER. Which of course he can’t manage, but it doesn’t matter he won’t leave Kess not to get any sleep for that long. And secretly he’s on cloud nine that Kess missed him THAT much.

Well, they DO go to sleep afterwards!

And Kess realizes his mistake was trying to sleep at his office flat and not at home.  And they will have to be apart from each other, and they’ll get used to it.  But yes, I wanted Sean to be happy when he found out that Kess found out where ‘home’ was.

thewitchway:

seanryan-1x1:

drkoestersmithrpg:

drkoestersmithrpgffice.  I keep seeing pieces that would be nice in OUR flat but where to put them?  We’d have to climb over them to get in the front door. 

In short, we need a new place.

Sean wakes his friend up by laughing. He’s grinning and rereading the message. “OUR flat. OUR bed. OUR kitchen.” His grin is just huge. The other boy’s confused and Sean would be like… ‘um get your clothes and gtfo’ as politely as he could manage at that point (which probably isn’t all that polite). Because he’s eager to write back:

I agree, it is a tight squeeze in our flat, and sometimes I wind up in the crack between the bed and the wall which isn’t all that great. But what is a crockpot? And these ‘mates’ you think I’ll have at school… you do realize we musicians are all insanely jealous of each other and hate each others’ guts :P not really but seriously, I’m so not the sort for that! Although I’d love to be able to have some of our friends over for dinner because I want us to make friends together or for me to make friends with the people you work with and your brainy genius but not-quite-as-smart-as-you colleagues. And it would be nice to have a bigger bed for when we bring home a 3rd and a big enough table to treat him to breakfast the next day if he stays over. 

Thing is… I love the area we live in. I can walk to school and I love the park. And the other thing is… can we afford it? Places in central London are SO expensive! And so is decorating. I would rather not wind up living out near where your office is or have you working so hard that you don’t have time to come home to our new flat.

I miss you. (He was HORRIBLE in bed. I’m sorry I missed your message last night. He so wasn’t worth it!) I love you. And did I say I MISS YOU!!!

So this is what has been stuck in my head the whole work week.

Kess sleeps in ‘their’ bed, like a baby, and stays there until Sean calls and says that the plane has taken off.  Then he starts a meal in the crockpot, then naps until it’s time to meet Sean at the airport, and he shows up feeling well rested for the first time and so very happy.

But he’s not going to hug and kiss Sean the way he REALLY wants to (he’ll save that for the flat) because, well, he’s so obviously old enough to be Sean’s father and he knows how Sean stresses (and he does, sometimes, too) at what they look like when they are obviously lovers.

So here comes Sean off the airplane and he’s floating on air…..flings his arms around Kess’ neck and kisses him passionately.  Kess fights with his desire to kiss back and his embarrassment that they are in public.  He can’t push the boy away, obviously, but he does take his hands and tries to engage him in conversation, get him to talk about his trip while talking about the work he’s been doing….all hyper-aware, as they speak, that others are listening and judging them.  At the same time he can’t stop smiling.

It worries Sean a bit, Kess seems to be stand-offish today.

But Kess makes it up to him when they get back to the Royal flat.

That’s where Kess pulls him through the door and pushes him against it, closing the door and kissing him hard.  He helps Sean divest him of his pants — then shows his affection by doing something he hasn’t in a while…..taking a handful of Sean’s hair, pushing him down and growling “Get me wet.”

Poor Kess, having to sleep in their bed alone and not really being able to get good sleep because of it. I’m glad his nap wouldn’t make him oversleep from exhaustion and miss the plane!

Sean struggles hard for the first couple years they’re together between his natural desire to be like other lovers when he’s out in public with Kess and his fear they’re going to get in trouble. Around their neighborhood it’s not really that way, not even in the park, because he feels like people there know them at least by sight and they’re safe because it’s like an extension of their home. Probably part of why he doesn’t want to move away, though I doubt he realizes it exactly. 

But regardless of being afraid, after being away so long (at that point more than one night is so long!) he can’t help but run into his arms and kiss him without thinking about it. So yeah, he’d be a little :( that Kess didn’t kiss him back.

But all that would go right away when they got home and Kess did that. Whenever he tells Sean to get him wet in that bedroom voice, it makes him go all melty. Combine that with the hair-pull and being pushed to his knees? He’d be thinking ‘there’s no way some 19yo pick-up from a Berlin nightclub is EVER going to make me feel this way’ and ‘oh yeah, now I’m definitely home.’ So he’d get to it as eager as a puppy, squirming and getting hard in anticipation of what’s coming next. Because whatever it is Kess has in mind, he knows it’s going to be great.

SO after epic sex and sleeping-in-each-other’s-arms afterwards, the crockpot meal overcooks and is ruined.

The End.

seanryan-1x1:

drkoestersmithrpg:

As much as I love it when you are on your back

I love *touching* your back as well….

I love your hands so much. How expressive they are when you speak. The way your fingers brush the hair back from my face. The way you hold mine in yours when we’re out in public, opinions be damned. How warm they always are no matter how cold you keep the flat. How big they feel when you touch me like this. How strong they are when you grab hold of me passionately. How loving they are when you touch my face. How patient you are when you rub them in circles on my back when I’ve been crying. And how I know that I’ll always be safe in them.

I love how delicate, like porcelain, your face feels in my hands.  In public I cannot help myself, your hand simply feel perfect in mine.  Sometimes your tininess under them makes me feel gargantuan, but it’s good to know that they make you feel safe.

drkoestersmithrpgffice.  I keep seeing pieces that would be nice in OUR flat but where to put them?  We’d have to climb over them to get in the front door. 

In short, we need a new place.

Sean wakes his friend up by laughing. He’s grinning and rereading the message. “OUR flat. OUR bed. OUR kitchen.” His grin is just huge. The other boy’s confused and Sean would be like… ‘um get your clothes and gtfo’ as politely as he could manage at that point (which probably isn’t all that polite). Because he’s eager to write back:

I agree, it is a tight squeeze in our flat, and sometimes I wind up in the crack between the bed and the wall which isn’t all that great. But what is a crockpot? And these ‘mates’ you think I’ll have at school… you do realize we musicians are all insanely jealous of each other and hate each others’ guts :P not really but seriously, I’m so not the sort for that! Although I’d love to be able to have some of our friends over for dinner because I want us to make friends together or for me to make friends with the people you work with and your brainy genius but not-quite-as-smart-as-you colleagues. And it would be nice to have a bigger bed for when we bring home a 3rd and a big enough table to treat him to breakfast the next day if he stays over. 

Thing is… I love the area we live in. I can walk to school and I love the park. And the other thing is… can we afford it? Places in central London are SO expensive! And so is decorating. I would rather not wind up living out near where your office is or have you working so hard that you don’t have time to come home to our new flat.

I miss you. (He was HORRIBLE in bed. I’m sorry I missed your message last night. He so wasn’t worth it!) I love you. And did I say I MISS YOU!!!

So this is what has been stuck in my head the whole work week.

Kess sleeps in ‘their’ bed, like a baby, and stays there until Sean calls and says that the plane has taken off.  Then he starts a meal in the crockpot, then naps until it’s time to meet Sean at the airport, and he shows up feeling well rested for the first time and so very happy.

But he’s not going to hug and kiss Sean the way he REALLY wants to (he’ll save that for the flat) because, well, he’s so obviously old enough to be Sean’s father and he knows how Sean stresses (and he does, sometimes, too) at what they look like when they are obviously lovers.

So here comes Sean off the airplane and he’s floating on air…..flings his arms around Kess’ neck and kisses him passionately.  Kess fights with his desire to kiss back and his embarrassment that they are in public.  He can’t push the boy away, obviously, but he does take his hands and tries to engage him in conversation, get him to talk about his trip while talking about the work he’s been doing….all hyper-aware, as they speak, that others are listening and judging them.  At the same time he can’t stop smiling.

It worries Sean a bit, Kess seems to be stand-offish today.

But Kess makes it up to him when they get back to the Royal flat.

That’s where Kess pulls him through the door and pushes him against it, closing the door and kissing him hard.  He helps Sean divest him of his pants — then shows his affection by doing something he hasn’t in a while…..taking a handful of Sean’s hair, pushing him down and growling “Get me wet.”

luz-natural:

by Vincent Gouriou.

As much as I love it when you are on your back

I love *touching* your back as well….