OKAY OKAY!! Ik you like botany but do you like flower language / symbolism? or know much about it anyway? :0
if so, do you have any meanings you particular like? :D
(also, assigning you Iris!)
- 🌻 🌼
I ADORE flower language and symbolism. I tend to use it when delivering flowers to others, whether they know of it or not. Flower language means quite a lot to me. It's hard not to think of it when others hand ME flowers either. Most of the time, I can tell they simply don't know, but that doesn't mean my brain doesn't try to creep towards the meaning of the type and color.
Here are some of my favorites:
Bird's-foot trefail = revenge
Pink Azaleas = familial love / nostalgia
Blue stars = strength and resilience
Forget-me-nots = it's in the name people
Marigolds = grief
White egret orchids = my thoughts will follow you into your dreams
just a short, unbeta’d continuation of the bathroom scene with a little added smut, enjoy.
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As soon as the door slams shut Win’s hands are everywhere, all at once, stroking Team’s face, pulling his hair, gripping his shoulders, his waist, his ass.
Team is overwhelmed, like he always is whenever Win’s mouth starts devouring his. All thoughts of anything fly straight out of Team’s head, taken blissfully over by the feel of Win’s body against his.
Team doesn’t know how Win manages to manoeuvre them as gracefully as he does in such a small space, but one minute they’re trapped standing as close as humanly possible in the cramped cubicle, barely room to pant into each other’s mouths, and the next he’s being shoved down onto the closed toilet seat and Win is on his knees between Team’s spread thighs working open his trousers.
“Lift your ass.” Win growls.
Team doesn’t need to be told twice, he immediately arches up off the seat and let’s Win pull down both his underwear and his trousers until they’re both stretched taut around his ankles. Win looks up at him and his eyes are blown black, no sign of colour left behind. It sends a shiver down Team’s spine.
Win leans in and starts sucking hot, wet kisses along Team’s trembling inner thigh, climbing higher and higher until he gets closer to where Team really wants him. He’s already painfully hard, aching and desperate when Win wraps his hand around him and starts pumping as he sucks a bruise into the crease where his thigh meets the rest of him. The rest of the bruises Win left a week or so ago have already faded and Team smiles as he imagines pressing down on this new one to feel it burn.
He quickly becomes impatient, “Hia,” he whines, “…please.”
Win’s hand stops its slow pumping motion, and his mouth disengages from its chosen path. Team whines again because this is not what he wanted at all.
“What do you want, Team?” Win croons against his thigh, “Tell me.”
Win’s commanding tone always makes Team’s insides squirm in the best way.
Team is shaking now, so turned on he can barely produce anything other than another elongated, “Hia…”
Win chuckles darkly, softly nipping at the tender skin in response.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He says. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what it is.”
Team huffs out a low groan, and takes a handful of Win’s hair, pushing him to where he needs him.
“I need your mouth.” He eventually manages to croak out.
Luckily for Team, Win is already ten steps ahead, wet lips slide all the way down his cock until he hits the back of Win’s throat. Team chokes out a moan and holds on for dear life pulling out the hair tie keeping Win’s hair out of his face, not that it matters much, with the iron-clad grip Team currently has on said hair. The tie is redundant now anyway.
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Win holds Team at the back of his throat for longer than is strictly necessary for breathing and then pulls off panting, a string of saliva still attaching his swollen pink lips to the glistening head of Team’s cock as he looks up at Team’s blissed out face.
Win smiles crookedly, licking his lips and bending back down to tease the tip with his tongue, swirling it around the head before dipping into the slit for a taste. He feels the already strong grip on his hair tighten to the point of painful as he slides the rest of the way back down Team’s impressive cock. He hums as the weight of it once again hits the back of his throat, and he feels the vibrations travel through Team’s body in a shudder, resulting in his boy making harsh thrusts in and out of his mouth. Thank god he perfected the art of deep-throating a long time ago otherwise he’d be gagging around Team’s cock right now with how hard he’s pushing to get further inside.
Win loves going down on people. And he’s really fucking good at it. He knows that the most powerful position he can be in is between a person’s thighs, knows just the right amount of pressure to use to tip his partner over the edge. And that’s what he wants right now. He wants Team worked up and pliant, wants to make him come, to clear his mind and feel all the things he’s feeling.
The words from earlier float back into his head as he concentrates on bobbing his head up and down Team’s slick cock, ‘if you’re not sure, then prove it…’ Win hums into the upwards motion in agreement, I’ll prove it, he thinks. ‘If you like him, then tell him…’ Win swirls his tongue along the underside which earns him a sweet moan from his sweet boy, ‘if you love him, then tell him…’, Win pulls back slowly with a soft pop and lavishes the tip of Team’s cock with soft kitten licks to show his affection.
Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.
Okay, so Win’s never really been great with words about his feelings, always preferring to use actions to show a person how much he cares and he’ll continue to show Team he means it by doing just that.
He starts with a mind-blowing orgasm.
Because that’s something he can do.
Because that means he doesn’t have to think too hard about the rest of it.
