Generation Kill ANONYMOUS Kink Meme

[kahtyasofia]

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]

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.”