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The "show up naked at your cross canon love interest's hole in the ground" meme [NSFW]

The
"Show up naked at your cross canon love interest's hole in the ground"
Meme!

> a notice
take: hal will have to consider this suggestion very carefully
jen: yes good :> do tell eric when you've come to a decision
jen: he eagerly awaits your reply
take: well the notice says to respond in person so
take: hal will just show up at your tree/hole in the ground/bar seat/general vicinity butt nakey
jen: ffjdslkjfa yes good this is prefered, hal. good man.
take: "is this what you meant?"
jen: now i want to thread that, take :|
take: ... is there a "show up naked at your cross canon love interest's hole in the ground" meme
jen: if there is not I WILL MAKE ONE X(

✯ How much do I doubt that anyone but me and Take will use this? Spoilers: A lot
✯ In the case you want shameless cross canon nudity, though:
✯ Pretend you got this notice from your cross canon lover, or maybe not lover, maybe someone sent it as a prank, idk.
✯ Thread.

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[ Truthfully, Hal doesn't mind it now. It would've meant the same if he'd known the huntsman's name when they first met, or months, years from now (as he certainly hopes to still know the man for years to come.) He will keep it close to his heart, a precious keepsake forever. Eric, he thinks, sounds so very right beside Hal.

Waiting for the huntsman to finish undressing feels like an eternity. Not that he's slow, of course not, but the lack of touch and sensation is frustrating to the point of whimpering, fighting the temptation to just start rutting against the wall to ease some of the tension. He turns his head enough so he can watch Eric hurriedly undress, desire heavy in his eyes, aroused to the point where he feels dizzy when Eric turns him around against the wall. He gasps at the sudden friction between them when Eric moves back in, and Hal's arms lift to wind tight around the huntsman's shoulders, moaning shamelessly as their next kiss is passionate, deep that he feels it reaches his very soul. How the man manages to do it, he will never know. ]

Eric ... [ the name is whispered against his lips, a hand reaching up into the huntsman's hair, and Hal feels bold enough to lift one leg, hooking over Eric's hip. ] Oh, please ...

[ A sentiment Eric would be certain to agree with, would he have voiced it.

A deep groan, near on a growl, rolls in response to the desire apparent in his eyes, on his lips, and the sweet moan Hal releases so close to his ears. It stimulates something primal and yearning in him, suddenly feeling not nearly close enough to the man, not nearly enough touching between them. The one leg around around him just has him wanting more, so swiftly after, he's wrapping hands under Hal's buttocks and lifting him up from the floor, back braced against the wall while the other leg is pushed to wrap around his lips. He adjusts underneath him and a hand around his cock moves to drag the head of it along the spread crevice of the incredible ass held so closely to him, fingers kneading and groping the supple flesh. He pants at the contact, precum and oil slicking the friction as he pushes against his entrance, just barely pressing inside. ]

Ahh, Hal... [ He bows his head, breathing heavily with forehead against his prince's collarbone. He'd like to tell him his body is a beautiful place to be but can't seem to find the breath or presence of mind to, only licking along the hollow of his throat by means of communication ]

[ Hal has just enough rational thought left in his mind to realize that now, both his feet are no longer on the floor. There's a brief moment where he almost feels dizzy, another where his arms scramble to hold on tight to the huntsman's shoulders, and a third when the newfound closeness between them sends sparks up his spine to the point where he'll berate himself later for not closing his mouth. He groans, whimpers so sweetly into Eric's ear as he holds on, the new position not leaving him much else to do but hold and breathe. And make embarrassing noises as Eric's hands hold him up, rubbing, fondling. ]

Don't-- [ He pauses, biting his lip. Hearing his own name like that would have his knees failing him if he wasn't already held up so securely. Hal marvels the huntsman's strength, loses himself in his voice, and notes to apologize later for leaving so many nail marks along his skin as he is slowly, carefully breached, his legs around Eric's waist winding tighter. He's still new to this, it's still uncomfortable at first just as before, but he has more than enough trust placed in Eric. He's just ... cautious. The wall is something new, after all. As it always is. ] ... don't let me fall.

[ Hal whimpers and muttered, subtle, sweet sounds always touch something deep in him and twists just to pleasantly so, making his head swim in arousal and endearment and his chest swell with emotion for the man in his arms. It pulls of groan of his own from him, muffled into the side of Hal's neck while he slowly, carefully, eases him down onto his length. Always careful, never wanting to bring him harm or discomfort, wanting Hal to know how very precious he is to Eric.

His breath leaves in heavy pains, the tight warmth of Hal's body easily encasing him and holding him close and intimate in their joining, both the feel of him and the thought of being so intensely close, so personal in a manner none else are allowed to Hal, having his eyes squeeze tightly shut as he concentrates on just trying to be still in him. The nails at his skin pull a pleased hiss that flows into a moan, loving how he can feel just what this does to his lover. He laughs, stuttered and quiet, against a collarbone, before he raises his eyes to meet Hal's, reassurance and love there. ] Ease your worries. I have you.

[ The level of care the huntsman takes with him always eases his worries, indeed. It isn't as though he'd ever thought Eric would hurt him on purpose, would ever put his own desires over Hal's comfort, but the fact that no matter how intense the passion between them grew, Eric would still take his time during their intimate beginnings, always meant the world to young Hal. One day he would grow bolder, one day he would want to rush things (probably foolishly) but for now, this was perfect, while he was still learning. ]

Mm ... you have me. [ Hal tries his best to will his body to relax, allowing Eric entrance despite the burn and stretch that was almost to the point of unbearable. Breathing deep, toes curling behind the huntsman's back, the prince flashes a brief smile as their eyes meet, before he lowers his head to Eric's shoulder, taking the moment to adjust, to breathe in everything that was the other man all around him. He truly does have him, Hal thinks. Eric has all of him, his everything. ] You can- nngh ... move, now. Please.

[ Making love to Hal has come to always be such a rawly emotional experience for Eric - the care, the sweet sounds of bliss and the muttered assurances passed between them. It has never been so simple as basic physical release, though carnal lust and need is greatly included. When Eric feels himself embraces in Hal's body, the man's arms and legs wrapped and clinging to him, breath in warm puffs that sense tingles along his skin, it it feels so right, almost like healing. It feels like comfort and wholeness and acceptance of all that he is, allowing himself so bared and vulnerable in front of this man, Hal gifting him the same.

Please, he says, and that alone sends a shudder through him before Eric begins the slow slide out of him, almost completely free save for the head, hands on Hal's hips holding him aloft, and in a smooth, firm thrust, pushing deep back into Hal's tight warmth, a stuttered ahh pulling from him that morphs into a moan as he sets an even pace, lifting Hal as he slides out and pulling him flush back onto him, sinking into him to the hilt and it's all sensation and ecstasy, Hal's name a gasped moan on his lips like a reverently muttered prayer. ]

[ It's not fair, he thinks, only for a moment. How Eric manages to keep such a level control over the situation, and in contrast, Hal nearly falls apart at the first push. And Eric manages to hold him up against the wall all the while, carefully so that Hal doesn't feel even the slightest like he could fall. That doesn't mean he won't cling to the huntsman's shoulders like his life depends on it, and it especially doesn't mean he won't make terribly embarrassing noises as their rhythm builds and his body adjusts.

He supposes a few pained noises at the start are understandable, as best he tries to keep them in. Hal doesn't want Eric to grow concerned or worse, stop. But he remembers words of advice from before, and he leaves one arm around the huntsman's shoulders, holding on tight as his now free hand slips between their bodies, the prince's breath caught in his throat as familiar fingers wrap around himself, light strokes to ease the edge off and distract himself from discomfort. It helps - and quickly enough, Hal makes feeble attempts to rock his hips together with Eric's, little motions but that combined with his hand around himself and Eric moving so hot and deep inside him, are just enough that discomfort is soon forgotten about. ]

[ It's not by any easy means he holds him up, but luckily Hal is fairly light, long limbs and all, and the wall behind him helps immensely. He may have to go down to the floor eventually, but not quite yet. Eric likes holding him much more, having Hal cling to him for balance and support and cradling the man to him and he pushes up into, draws out and mourns the loss of that warm, welcoming hold of him before thrusting firm back up into him, pulling Hal's hips down in the action and listening to the slap of skin, Hal's thighs against Eric's hips. The motion becomes half pulsing up into him and half bouncing Hal on him as he moves faster, harder, his forehead pressing against Hal's throat as he feels him panting, watching his chest swell and his fingers dance over his length, throbbing and leaking under his gorgeous hands. He'd have helped him otherwise if his hands were occupied holding him up, so instead, Eric merely gives a squeeze to the taunt, twitching muscle of his ass under his palms, and his fingers slide close enough to feel at the tight ring of muscle hugged around him, feeling how his hot, slicked cock slides so easily in and out of him. ]

You have- ahh- no idea how incredible it feels... inside you, Hal. [ Gasped hotly against Hal's ear, a rushed whisper interspersed with moans and soft noises of pleasure, breath hitching occasionally when he they come together just right now and then in a way that sends his senses spinning, eyes squeezed tight. He pauses, letting out a low groan, and the last sentence comes in a breathy exhale. ] It's as if you were made for me.

[ Hal himself is finding he very much enjoys being held up this way. While the wall is cold and firm, rather uncomfortable against his back, it's Eric's strong hold and great care for his wellbeing that Hal has all his trust in, and the pleasure shared between them is more than worth what will likely be a bit of an ache in his back afterwards. The prince can't find any particular reason why they should move this to a bed - presumably too occupied elsewhere.

The pace increases, and just holding on with one arm isn't good enough anymore, so rather reluctantly his hand leaves from between them and lifts to join the other around Eric's shoulders to hold on tighter. They're moving faster together, and the gentle rubbing up against the huntsman's abdomen adds the friction that had been missing from his hand. Eric's voice in his ear is the finishing touch, really, warm and passionate and sweet to him. And yet-- the subject matter, prince being a silly as he is, he laughs, breathlessly so. ]

I don't-- suppose I ever shall ... [ not quite that flexible, y'see. ] But perhaps ... 'tis true. For if I've no other purpose, it- ... it is to be yours.

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