A Top Gear (UK) Anonymous Kink Meme
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A Top Gear (UK) Anonymous Kink Meme
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older to play.
2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any ( Read more... )
Um, also, since I'm here, book update: have started submitting to epublishers!
A Top Gear (UK) Anonymous Kink Meme
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older to play.
2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any ( Read more... )
Hands against his cheeks and he finds himself tensing again as James spreads them apart. There's another gentle kiss, and he tries his best to calm down, but when the kiss is followed by a long, firm sweep of tongue, it's all he can do not to squeak.
It's, that's...James' tongue is busy and deft, tracing circles around his hole then lathing broad and flat from behind his balls up to his back. It's soft, and warm, and wet, and feels incredibly strange as it wriggles between his cheeks, licking and teasing and rubbing.
It's...not half bad, though, for all its strangeness.
Nothing that would normally come into contact with this particular part of his anatomy feels or behaves anything like James' tongue, so he can't really be blamed for not expecting this. There's a strange tingling sensation building under his skin, spreading down into his balls and his cock. It makes him want to move, to rub his cock against the rough cotton beneath him, but for the moment he holds still. He's curious about this now - is there more to come?
The sensation builds as James keeps going, teasing and licking. His fingers knead at Jeremy's arse cheeks a little, and that adds to it, somehow, makes it more intense. Jeremy's cock is properly hard now, pressed into the mattress and really quite eager to get involved in the proceedings. He can't help wondering what it might be like to be completely exposed to James' mouth, cock and balls and arse at once, for his lips and his tongue to explore. He shivers at the idea.
Caught up in these thoughts, he's not prepared for the firmer press of James' tongue against his hole, let alone the ease with which it slips inside him.
This time he does squeak, startled and unsure, lifting his head off his arms and trying vainly to turn it far enough to see James. But James' tongue inside him is still warm, and wet, and wriggly, slowly moving into him, gently exploring. The idea is, still, so, so very strange, but this is nothing like the invasion of his person that he'd feared.
This is soft, not hard, easing wetly in and sliding back out again. And it feels, it feels...he doesn't have the words for how it feels, but it's very, very hard not to moan as it presses in a little further this time.
Then he remembers - this is James - and he moans, hitching his hips back a little, offering himself up.
James hums against him, a pleased noise, and that makes him gasp, and then one of James' hands moves to his hip, pulling and tugging until he gets the hint, and levers himself slowly up onto all fours, struggling a little to get his knees underneath him. James' mouth never leaves his arse as he does, and he marvels a little at the coordination.
The hand moves from his hip, slips around to his cock and he makes a noise even he can't properly describe as James starts to stroke, his tongue and his hand in perfect time with each other.
This is...oh god...this is amazing, and Jeremy wants to rock into the movement, thrust forward into James' hand and back against his tongue, and as the sensation builds, he starts to wonder - what would it be like if this was James' cock?
The thought coincides with a firm stab of James' tongue, and a tight squeeze of his hand, and with one last, startled cry, Jeremy's coming all over the sheet beneath him, James' hand and tongue not stopping until Jeremy finally shudders and pulls away.
He twists, dodging the wet spot, and flops onto his back, panting. Stilly slightly dazed, he watches James smirk at him from halfway down the bed.
"God, James," he says, searching for the words, but he's in no fit state to say much, "I'd kiss you, but I know what you've been doing with that mouth."
James just laughs, and as Jeremy tugs him up the bed to take care of his erection with a spit-slicked hand, he knows. He's still safe, however strange things might be.
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Most excellent, anon!
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