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The Rahmdom Kink Meme v. 1.0 (Posted here because I can't fix it to allow anon comments on rahmbamarama)
For those of you who haven't ever seen a kink meme (you are in for a treat), the instructions:
1- Choose a pairing.
2- Choose a kink. If you need some sort of reference, there's this list of kinks3- Your comment should be anonymous! All part of the fun ( Read more... )
For those of you who haven't ever seen a kink meme (you are in for a treat), the instructions:
1- Choose a pairing.
2- Choose a kink. If you need some sort of reference, there's this list of kinks3- Your comment should be anonymous! All part of the fun ( Read more... )
This was less fun when after thirty minutes had passed, Rahm still hadn't returned, and the wrinkles in the sheets under Stephen's body had made themselves uncomfortably apparent. By thirty-five minutes in, Stephen was squirming with discomfort rather than anticipation. By fifty minutes, he was staring moodily at the ceiling and rethinking ever letting Rahm tie him up again, and the right for cell phones to exist in the first place. He might have reconsidered if he could have reached his own and had someone to call who could be both discrete (unfortunately taking Paul out of the running) and wouldn't mock him mercilessly for months afterward (which meant Jon would have been nothing but a mistake). Either way, it didn't matter, because the decision was quite literally out of his hands.
When Rahm finally came back in, sliding his Blackberry into his pocket and stalking to the bed with no apologies on his lips, no contrition marring his expression, Stephen considered calling the whole thing off. Then Rahm smiled slow and sharp and sweet, the curl of his lips revealing white teeth that signalled less a gentle joy with the world and more a predator sighting an especially delectable-looking prey laid out wounded before him.
Then Rahm was bending down and Stephen had forgotten what he was quite so angry over in the first place.
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It wasn't like Stephen considered himself to have lost any agency. Rahm had all the power in their relationship, but only because Stephen let him have it. Rahm could have cut it off at any moment by simply not calling Stephen, but Stephen never had to say yes. And if he said yes to dinner, he didn't have to say yes to walking Rahm to the taxi stand, to following him in and sitting too close on cheap vinyl seats, knees and elbows touching. He certainly didn't have to follow Rahm through glass doors and up several floors and into yet another bland hotel room important only for its locks and soft, sprawling bed.
Stephen might have been stupid at first, but he wasn't naive. He was making a choice every time he lay back and placed his wrists at the headboard for Rahm to tie, each time he agreed on their safe word.
He knew it couldn't last forever (knew with their careers it was a bad idea, one of their worst), but he didn't see why he shouldn't squeeze every lost second of pleasure from the time they had. When Rahm pressed palms and lips and strong fingers into Stephen's flesh, sunk his teeth into skin and soothed small wounds with gentle lips and tongue, his every action seemed to be an echo of Stephen's sentiments.
For now, Stephen stretched out and let Rahm's hands and the silk bonds support him; for now, he let go.
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thank you. ccc= ♥
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Merry Christmas to me.
I really enjoyed this, though. It was hot as shit, but also went deeper than that, y'know? I loved it.
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(What, tracking comments and catching people briefly logged in, what?)
Not that requesters are not also love. Glad you enjoyed it! ♥
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