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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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...My main reasoning being that he's a writer, yeah.

But Larry writing on somebody, either absent-mindedly or deliberately, would be great. :DD

The first time he does it, it is honestly an accident.

He knows what his brain's like, if he doesn't write the idea down now then it's gone and he spends the next two days curled up in bed surrounded by balled up bits of paper frantically trying to get it back.

Okay, so Mat yelps a bit as Larry pounces on him with a pen, but thankfully he stays still while Larry scrawls across his chest, and only raises an eyebrow once Larry sits back up again, victorious grin on his face.

"Is paper boring?"

Larry blinks. Looks down at Mat.

"What? No! Yes. Possibly. Idea. Script."

Luckily Mat is fluent in Writer, and only rolls his eyes as Larry grabs his phone to take a picture of his chest, propping himself up on his elbows once he's done.

"If that goes on Twitter," he warns, but it's spoiled by the smile on his face and his hair which Larry just has to run his hands through. So he does, and they kiss for a long moment.

"I'm sure your fans will be very happy," he eventually replies, and Mat flips them over, smirking down at him as he grinds down.

"Breaking the internet is not actually a good thing," he laughs, and Larry grins up at him, dragging his eyes down his chest, pausing at the smudged words right over his hipbone.

"Oh I don't know, it would be fun," he drawls, and then the conversation is replaced by more kissing, which is much more fun.

And although they both end up with blue smudges on their chest which won't wash off, and Makeup hate them both the next morning, Larry can't complain.

Okay, the second time there was actually paper available.

But it's over the other side of the room, and Mat is here in his bed gasping underneath him, and something clicks about a script, and he's not going to leave this bed now without being forced.

He knocks a few things off the bedside table as he scrambles for a pen - post-its, books, alarm clock, lamp - but he grabs the pen and Mat looks up at him with dark eyes and laughing mouth and stays still as Larry carefully writes down the idea, tongue poking out slightly as he presses slightly into Mat's skin with the pen.

"You done yet?" Mat asks, voice thick, and Larry finishes the last sentence with a flourish, throwing the pen on the bedside table and missing by a mile.

"I am now," he replies, and looks at the glistening ink on Mat's golden chest, the contrast in colour making the words alive.

"Though," he continues, feeling a shiver go up his spine as he gazes at Mat's chest, a hand caressing Mat's hip, "you might need to stay still for a moment longer. Till the ink dries."

Mat swallows, and Larry feels his hip move slightly under his hand.

"I can do that," he says eventually, and want twist-turns in Larry's belly as he slowly lowers himself between Mat's legs, kissing his hips, a flash of glistening blue in the corner of his vision as he nuzzles.

He feels Mat shudder underneath him, and his mind gets completely distracted from anything to do with scripts.

Makeup take them both aside the next morning, say to them that they don't care what they get up in their private lives but they need to make sure that they clean up afterwards so that Makeup don't have to try and cover up blue smudges, and Larry catches Mat's eye as they talk.

There's a flash of want, and Larry's fingers itch for a pen.

They're laying in bed doing nothing very much at all, when Larry finally voices his thought from that dressing down.

"I want to write on you," he says, and Mat pauses in running his fingers through Larry's hair, looks at him.

"Only if you want me to though. And actually," he continues, as Mat continues to look at him and not move, "it's okay, it was a silly idea, doesn't really matter to be honest, let's just carry on doing nothing at all - Mmmmph!"

Mat drags him across the bed, kissing him thoroughly and tangles his hands further in Larry's hair.

"I very, very, very much want you to," he replies as he pulls back for air, and Larry pauses in moving his hand to Mat's hip, looks at him and he knows there's a grin appearing on his face but he doesn't particularly care at the moment.

"Really?"

Mat nods, a smile appearing on his face as he does so.

"Right - right. Okay. We can do this - pen!"

Larry tries to leap across the bed to the bedside table but forgets that his legs are tangled in the quilt and it turns into more of a 'scramble-across-and-make-Mat-piss-himself-laughing-as-he-tries-to-free-himself-from-the-quilt' move than the sexier one in his head.

He does manage to get a pen though, turning back to face Mat who has shoved the quilt on the floor, glorious as he stretches out on the bed, waiting.

Larry's mouth goes dry as he gazes and seriously, those fangirls had a point - Mat really is sex on legs.

Mat smiles again, softer than before, and Larry pounces again, only unlike last time Mat is prepared and reaches up into the kiss as Larry bends down, moving his hips up and grinding against Larry as they kiss.

Larry - with great difficulty - pulls himself back, stares at the expanse of skin on show, and he doesn't know where to start.

A laugh escapes Mat's mouth as he looks up with a fond smile, and Larry stops chewing the pen. He knows exactly where to start.

He starts at his feet, writing the dirtiest limericks he can think of, holding Mat down as the pen tickles his toes and ankle. He works his way up his legs, writing rude songs on one calf, a vulgar poem on the other as Mat's giggles turn into soft moans.

He pauses on his thighs, takes a few breaths, tries to avoid thrusting forward, and then bends down, biting the top of each one and writing on the reddened skin as Mat's moans get louder, his hands clenching in the sheets.

He works his way along his hipbones, writing the most elegant quotes about anatomy he can think of, pausing just above Mat's cock, his pen brushing against the curls as he leans down, licks.

Mat bucks at that, and Larry's hips jerk in reply as he takes a few more moments to appreciate the sound of Mat trying desperately not to wake the neighbours, to appreciate Mat's taste.

But he can't stay there forever (no matter how much he'd like to). There's so much more to write.

Mat makes a vaguely protesting noise as Larry pulls off him, but it turns pleased as Larry writes across his abdomen, the words becoming less dirty and more loving as he reaches his ribs, numbering them with musical notes and he's close enough to catch Mat's mouth in a messy kiss, tangling one hand in his hair as he writes the sappiest things he knows across his shoulders, down his arms, writes kisses on his knuckles as he continues kissing Mat.

He drops the pen, looks at his handiwork and groans at the expanse of words and smudges and dark blue on Mat's body and he will never be able to look at a Biro the same way again.

"I don't care about the biro, Larry," Mat gasps as he raises his hips to connect with Larry's, and Larry completely forgets about the fact that his brain-to-mouth filter shut down for a moment, and gasps himself at the feel of Mat against him.

It's quick - almost embarassingly quick - but Larry doesn't really care, he's too busy rocking into Mat's body as Mat pulls him closer, closer, arches up into him as they shudder and stain the sheets in ink and come and sweat, and Makeup is going to kill them both and no one will be able to find their bodies.

But as Mat drags him in for a panting, glorious, messy kiss, Larry only thinks that he's never using paper again.

Well :D

That's certainly a way to save the environment :D

Larry's just thinking of the planet :'DD

Unf.

I was going to words today but the beautiful, beautiful porn has melted my brain.

ahsdkjasdhkasjdh thankyouuuuuuuuu :DDDD

I am so sorry for taking so long (I am so fail ;;) but... Nnnnngh. NNNNNNGH.

This is glorious, so glorious that I've reread it roughly about eight times now and still adore it, and just- It's like you reached into my head! Not just writing kink, which may be my favourite thing ever, but a loving relationship and blow jobs and dirty limericks and- and-

NNNNNGH.

This was absolutely and utterly fantastic, and I adore you for writing it. <33333

*kinda flails at you for a bit*

Oh my God THANKYOU :DDDDDDDDDD I'm so, SO glad you liked it :D (and Larry so would write dirty limericks :'D)

They’re both writers, Ben understands that feeling when you have an idea so brilliant that you need to write it down. He has a handy little notebook tucked away in most of his coat pockets for just such an event and of course the lord invented draft texts for just such an occasion, when the idea is so great that it simply cannot wait until the teenager in Starbucks has figured out how to make the coffee you just ordered.

He knows that he himself has hundreds of odd bits of cereal box, coffee cup and train ticket lying around his desk filled with half ideas and vague notions of comedy that refuse to be funny enough for him to consider them worth working on. But they are there and that’s important to him. It makes him feel like he’s actually competent because he must be a good writer if almost everything inspires him, surely?

Despite all this he finds himself vaguely in awe of Larry’s attitude to writing, the man will write on anything if he gets a good enough idea. The first time Ben went to Larry’s place there was an interesting set of scribbles at the bottom of the stairs that clearly required a Rosetta Stone course in ‘Lazza’ in order to understand. Larry explained it with a proud smirk that he had been too drunk to get upstairs but the idea had been absolutely brilliant.

Of course when he says Larry will write on anything, he’s exaggerating, there are some things that are off limits. Ben had not been best pleased when his kitchen table had been daubed in a rough set of lines for some Viking sketch or other, nor had he appreciated the addition of Elagabalus’ laugh to his headboard. (Though he rather suspected Larry had done that because he could, rather than to remind himself.)

The off limits rule does not however stretch to Ben himself, his skin glistens with black notes as Larry furiously writes on him. He would do something but the ties around his wrists rather prevent him from acting (and doesn’t the silk feel good against his skin?) Larry isn’t writing ideas on him, at least not ones fit for developing into any kind of cogent way. Larry is claiming his ownership of Ben in thick black scribbles; he can see the word ‘mine’ repeated possessively down each thigh and it’s scrawled in an impressive swooping cursive across his stomach. His chest is what Larry is working on now, and Ben can’t see what it says but Larry is writing so determinedly that he thinks it has to be the culmination of all that possessiveness.

Larry is definitely mad, completely insane, but the kind of insane that comes with being utterly brilliant. He is beautiful, complicated and apparently prone to random fits of fierce possessiveness, but Larry is also perfect and Ben is nothing if not appreciative of perfection. (Being blessed with unending patience and tolerance also helps.) When Larry stops and climbs off him Ben’s patience jolts just a little and he strains to see where he’s gone, but Larry has never disappointed him yet and returns moments later with a mirror.

In its reflection Ben can see what Larry has written and it takes all his (manly) resistance to not just cry, his name and Larry’s entwined across every inch of bare skin punctuated with school girl hearts and kisses that make Ben want to cuddle him and never let go.

“Laurence.” He murmurs. (The only thing he can do because that expensive silk is still holding him place.)

“Benjamin.” Larry says back with uncharacteristic shyness and uncertainty, as though genuinely afraid.

Ben sighs fondly. “I’m pretty much at that stage of my life where I expect relationships to go the distance.”

Larry looks at him with his brows furrowed. “Me too.” He responds and Ben can’t help his smile.

“So we’re agreed?”

“Yep.”

“Do you want to fuck me now then?”

“Definitely.”

And as he does just that, rocking against Ben and making him moan and swear and at one point even scream, Ben thinks that this is kind of where he belongs. As Larry’s possessive scrawling mingles with sweat and saliva and imprints itself on Larry’s own skin Ben knows this is where he belongs.

And if pesky things like work and the rest of real life didn’t keep getting in the way he would happily stay tied to Larry’s bed and let him claim him like this over and over and over again.

ASDKASHF:"SDL:KD

That was beautifully hot and ridiculously sweet. They are just so wonderful, the pair of them.

I'd try to come up with something coherent, but you have melted my brain.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

kdfjhfkdjhfkdsjhfkjdsh OH MY GOD YES.

I love the sheer love between them, it flows through the entire piece (and God yes Ben, draft texts were invented for those moments, or for 3am when you don't want to get out of bed :'D), and oh the claiming and -

*melts into a blissful little puddle*

i love how it's only short but just so adorable and captures everything perfectly.

brilliant stuff nonny

Again, I must apologize for being so fail. ;;

But oh, OH! This was so brilliant! Not only hot (because it was definitely hot) but sweet and lovely and SO funny and absolutely brilliant! I lvoe the entwining of their names, I love both of them sitting there and going "we're in it for the long haul" and... Oh yes, so brilliant and amazing and mmmmmmmmmmmm. <333333

Also, full names? NNNNGH.

I appear to be crying because of this beautiful fic.

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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[RPF] Larry/Other, writing on skin

FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 1/3

Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 2/3

Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 3/3

Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 3/3

Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 3/3

Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 3/3

Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 3/3

OP

Re: OP

[Fill] Larry/Ben "Mine" R 1/1

Re: [Fill] Larry/Ben "Mine" R 1/1

Re: [Fill] Larry/Ben "Mine" R 1/1

Re: [Fill] Larry/Ben "Mine" R 1/1

Re: [Fill] Larry/Ben "Mine" R 1/1

OP

Re: [Fill] Larry/Ben "Mine" R 1/1