hhanon | 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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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)

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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