Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle (Version 2)
SEKRIT CABAL FICLET BATTLE HAS BEGUN!!
How to Participate:
Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then bask in praise ^_^
( Posting Rules: )
How to Participate:
Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then bask in praise ^_^
( Posting Rules: )
James reached out and brushed the backs of two fingers across Asriel’s cheek. He almost expected to get shocked, feel a jolt or pain or tingle or something, but there was nothing but smooth skin and rough beard.
“Don’t think about her.”
Asriel’s eyes flicked up to his, sharp and clear and bright blue. God, thought James, is this really the effect I have on people? He slid his hands through familiar-feeling hair and at an unfamiliar angle, bringing their mouths together for a kiss.
They suffered a moment of awkwardness, adjusting to the fact that they both automatically positioned their heads at the exact same angle, but then something slipped into place, and they fit together perfectly.
James climbed onto Asriel’s lap, and their bodies matched too, locking together with effortless ease. They kissed slowly, drawing out the taste of each other under all the tones of the Tokay, acquainting their identically shaped lips, while James rubbed his smooth jaw against Asriel’s beard, delighting in the texture and the exoticism of their most obvious difference.
When Asriel reached forward to undo James’s robe, and James slid his fingers across Asriel’s chest to unbutton his shirt, they didn’t need to coordinate, moving in harmony without a thought. James bit Asriel’s neck, just where it met the shoulder, teeth digging in as hard as he always wished his lovers dared to bite him. Asriel moaned just like he did and raked his fingernails down James’s bare back hard enough to raise welts.
James bit at Asriel’s collarbone, marking a path down his chest in rings of red teeth marks, pausing to suck viciously at a nipple. Asriel gripped his arse hard enough to bruise. James bucked his hips into Asriel’s stomach, smearing precum. Asriel grinned and released one hand to stroke James, exactly the way he liked. James lifted himself up and moved down Asriel’s legs far enough to rub their cocks, as flawlessly matched as the rest of them, together in Asriel’s hand, the fingers just the shape of his, though the calluses were in slightly different places.
Suddenly Asriel reached out with his other hand, and the leopard disdainfully spat at small tube of lubricant into it.
“Handy,” James remarked.
“They are helpful,” Asriel conceded with a grin. Stellmaria settled herself beside the chair, kneading the carpet with her claws and purring deeply.
James meticulously worked the lube over both of their erections as Asriel slid one, two, three slick fingers into him in quick succession. It wasn’t enough, and he wasn’t ready, and it was exactly what both of them wanted.
Asriel slammed up into him, and their deep groans resonated between their chests, the two sounds bleeding into each other, indistinguishable. Asriel’s hands clenched painfully around James’s hips, while James dug his fingernails into the fading bite marks on Asriel’s chest, making Asriel hiss and fuck him harder.
James arched in pleasure and tweaked Asriel’s nipples, hard.
They kissed, wet and deep and a little bloody, as they sucked and bit what felt like random, but worked too well. James licked the coppery tang, mingled with the liquor and their own taste.
James moved faster, taking Asriel as deep as he could, viscerally enthralled by the raw pleasure of getting fucked, a luxury he rarely trusted his partner enough to indulge in.
Asriel kept the pace without lessening the punishing power of each thrust. He came with a muffled scream as James bit his shoulder hard enough to just break the skin. Asriel’s shudders against him and in him, and that noise, so intimately, carnally recognized, shoved James over the brink, and he shook to pieces in Asriel’s hold.
They panted, heavy breaths puffing in unison, foreheads resting against each others as they came down.
“No more…fucking my wife,” Asriel gasped eventually, his hands curling around James possessively. “Next time, I will be jealous.”
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*dies*
But...Asriel..married? Lol.
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As for Mrs. Belacqua, she's part of his cover as a normal rich eccentric in the bondverse. It makes more sense in the full version.
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Well done! Way to make it work! ^_^
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