Generation Kill ANONYMOUS Kink Meme

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Edit: We're starting to get prompts that are recycles of ones that already exist so make sure to read through all the prompts before adding a repeat. :)

Sorry so late. I'd planned to post this early on 1 June, but I didn't plan on catching the flu!

Let's have some kinky fun! Everyone can prompt, everyone can write. Just do so anonymously until

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[albion_lass]

hope you like it! it's my first gk fic...

Brad's hand sliding across Nate's stomach causes a loud squeak from the headboard. Brad looks up to see Nate staring back at him; eyes that had been laden with lust were now flooding with fear. Brad's eyes wander up to the source of the noise, Nate's knuckles are white from the grip he has on the railing, as if he was trying to quell the earthquake his frustration brought upon the binds.

The dark green silk, already stretched thin, has slight streaks from where Nate has dug his nails into it over the past few months. They haven't used it often, but from the times they have the tense fabric has been nearly as used and abused as Nate feels right now. Nate knows Brad is distracting himself from the current task at hand, which was to finally get him off before he had blown it. Brad was in position, sitting back on his haunches in between Nate's legs...he had been quiet for so long, he was so good...and then in one swift movement from a rough and callused hand, his built up wall had crumbled.

Brad's hand was practically sticking to his skin; the sweat on Nate's stomach mixed with come is forming a paste. He's not sure whose sweat it is but he's sure as hell aware of whose come it is since Brad's the only one who has come all night. Brad's gaze shoots back down to where his hand is, his fingers experimentally sliding in small circles, pushing the slush into Nate's treasure trail. His fingers stroke the hairs and the path slips further down until he sees Nate's stomach sinking in a sharp inhale. He looks at Nate again, his eyes widening and lips parting in a silent plea.

Brad responds with an amused smirk as his free hand strokes Nate's hair, "You're doing so well. But you're not ready yet."

Nate's lower lip lifts and his teeth catch it, trying to hide a pout. Brad shakes his head and his hands shift to Nate's sides as his body stretches to reach Nate's lips, intent on soothing away his discontent. Nate opens willingly, accepting Brad's tongue like a fix and focusing on the kiss to will away his need to grind against Brad's hip. Nate allows Brad to lick and suck at the pockets where he's kept Brad's come from the previous round, relishing in the surprised moan Brad makes when he's found more of himself.

“Thought you’d be sick of the taste by now,” Brad teases. Nate shakes his head vigorously, biting his lip again; the sight causing a breathless laugh from Brad.

Brad continues his exploration, shallowly dipping his tongue in and out as he makes himself comfortable on top of Nate. Nate breathes in sharply when Brad’s stomach touches his and Brad takes advantage, delving his tongue deeper and sucking in what’s left of Nate’s breath until he pulls away. Nate huffs when he’s caught his breath at the dirty trick and Brad smirks.

Lowering onto his elbows, Brad’s mouth travels below to nip under Nate’s chin and neck, refreshing the recent bruises, some of which were still spit-slick. His hands slide up the taut muscles of Nate’s upper arms and start to rub out the strain he’s sure Nate is experiencing. Brad cranes his neck up to survey his work, he squints in scrutiny and licks his lips before diving down to make one last one on Nate’s collarbone, lining up the symmetry to one on the other side. Satisfied, he licks Nate’s lips once before giving them a loud smack of a kiss. When Nate smiles Brad sits back onto his haunches to observe. Nate’s tips his chin down and looks up through his lashes at the attention. His pupils have relaxed back into their dazed state and Brad knows he’s back in his zone.

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Brad’s hands continue their massaging, this time on Nate’s thighs. Each time the circles get bigger he pushes Nate’s legs open a bit further, cueing Nate to move his feet closer to his body, knees bending up. Brad’s hands slide up to briefly trace the smooth surface of Nate’s hip bones with his thumbs, the palms of his hands flattening around the narrow hips. His eyes graze over Nate’s erection, still angry red and leaking.

“Almost…” he taunts. Nate’s looking back at him with a surly glare that still manages to look sultry. Brad licks his lips subconsciously at the sight, which makes Nate arch his neck, smirking slightly. Brad shakes his head and taps his sides. Nate instinctually lifts his hips and Brad bends over the bed to reach a pillow that was carelessly tossed aside, placing it under the small of Nate’s back.

Brad again gets his hands on Nate’s thighs and pushes them apart until he sees what he’s after; Nate’s hole is still slightly open and glistening. Brad thumbs around the area, wiping the come that’s on the surface away from the puckered skin. Nate tenses slightly, prompting another creak from the bed as he squirms against the headboard. Brad ignores it, knowing he’s already made Nate wait long enough.

Brad bends down to lick the hole, sucking out his come until he can taste Nate again. When his tongue lines the inside, Nate’s hips stutters forward, trying to push outwards to meet Brad. Brad obliges and pushes a finger inside, moving his mouth off so he can gauge Nate’s reaction.

Nate’s tight like a bow, his arms starting to tremble, stretched out straight in an attempt to get closer to Brad. His eyes are shut and he’s wincing slightly, but his cock is still leaking. Brad places his free hand on Nate’s stomach and bends over to lick at the head to catch the precome, prompting Nate’s eyes to burst open. Brad nods his head encouragingly, his eyes giving the permission Nate has sought all afternoon as he takes him all the way down his throat. Brad feels Nate’s groan from his stomach, loud and deep. It sounds like torture and a relief all at once.

“Brad,” he huffs out, lifting his hips higher when Brad lets up for a breath.

Brad pops off of Nate with a wicked grin, “That’s the first thing you wanted to say to me?”

“Shut up,” Nate bites back, “and fuck me.”

Brad nods in accordance, licking a stripe up Nate’s cock once more before sitting up to find the lube. Nate hisses from the combination of the cool liquid hitting his skin and Brad inserting a second finger. Brad’s other hand wipes the remainder around the hole and onto his own dick, which had stirred awake at Nate’s noises.

“Brad…Brad…I’m ready…” Nate pants out. Brad jerks himself quickly to hardness, before lining up. “Hurry…” he says breathlessly. Brad looks at him pointedly before bending down to kiss him and pull the knot apart from his wrists.

Nate’s hands fly off the headboard, one pulling Brad’s neck down to crash their lips together, the other straight to his dick. Brad immediately pushes in to the hilt and Nate bites down on Brad’s lip, causing Brad to hiss by the pain and overstimulation. He starts a fast assault, pistoning his hips hard into Nate, who responds with his own symphony of noises to each press of his prostate.

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Nate’s hand combs through Brad’s hair over and over as his fingers come to life with feeling again; his other hand is working furiously on his dick, reveling in the sensation of contact that he hasn’t felt all night. Brad’s lips bruise Nate’s mouth, nipping and sucking in his last attempt to claim him, to keep control of the situation. After one particularly breathtaking kiss Nate arches his back, chanting “Brad, Brad, Brad” into his mouth. Brad takes the cue and replaces Nate’s hand over his dick, cupping the head and moving swiftly and tight.

With a loud moan Nate curses and spills out into Brad’s hand, the sticky slick stream seemingly never ending as it coats his chest. He’s panting but steadfastly keeping his mouth attached to Brad’s, wanting him to taste his release. Brad pulls out as soon as Nate finishes and pushes himself down to Nate’s cock, licking off the remnants and forcing a loud sigh from the limp body beneath him.

Brad jumps off the bed and goes into the bathroom to soak a towel and clean up. Nate grunts at the contact but reaches for Brad’s still hard cock. Brad huffs a laugh and bats it away. Lying down beside him, Brad scoops the pillow out from underneath Nate and quickly scans his body to see if he left anything. The sight makes his throat go dry, Nate spread eagled, flushed and looking absolutely, thoroughly fucked. Brad bites his lip and runs his hand over Nate’s forehead, wiping off the sweat that was starting to blanket the luminescent skin.

“Want me to draw a bath?” Brad asks softly.

“Not if you don’t mind the smell,” Nate responds half-heartedly.

Brad nuzzles into Nate’s neck and inhales deeply. “I love it.”

“Fuck off,” he laughs. Nate tries to squirm away but Brad slides an arm around his waist and pulls him close. Nate stills quickly in exhaustion and Brad grabs his wrist to survey the damage.

Nate tugs his hand back and grabs the silk that’s still precariously atop the headboard. He sits up and slides it around Brad’s neck with a devilish grin, “Next time it’s your turn.”