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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... )
But he isn't the only one here this late. The hot TA from his history class is here too, for some reason. Rahm. He is engrossed in a huge, dusty book in the armchair across from him. Stephen, bored of his own book, stares at him. He is actually quite handsome, no, sexy with his brow furrowed and lips pursed. Rahm's the only reason Stephen never sleeps in his history class; he's too busy gazing at the TA to close his eyes.
"Kid, what the fuck do you want?" Stephen snaps back to the real world and focuses on Rahm's eyes, which are now looking straight at him.
"Uh - nothing."
"Well why the fuck are you looking at me?" Stephen shrugs and assumes a deadpan face. He's getting pretty good at it.
"Because you're pretty." The delivery is absolutely perfect. Rahm slams the book shut and stands. He strides over to Stephen's chair and stops right in front of him. Stephen tries hard not to flinch. Shit.
"Are you fucking high? What the hell is your motherfucking problem? You think I'm queer or something?" Well, actually...
"I did hear you slept with the law TA last week at the Phi Alpha Delta party..." Rahm's hand shoots out and digs into Stephen's shoulder. He leans in close to Stephen's left ear and whispers, warm breath sliding down the younger man's neck.
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"Maybe." The word is breathier than he intended. Rahm's other hand moves to Stephen's belt, touch light and teasing. Stephen has to bite his lip to stay quiet.
"Don't think I haven't see you staring at me in class." He sinks his teeth almost viciously into Stephen's earlobe and he cries out, hands flying to the buttons on Rahm's oxford. He makes short work of the buttons, even tearing one or two. The shirt is on the floor before he can make sense of what he's done. Rahm smiles and runs his tongue along the shell of Stephen's good ear. His right hand moves down to slip under Stephen's tee shirt and his left pulls deftly at the belt buckle. He hardly pauses before unfastening the button and yanking down the zipper as Stephen struggles to do the same. Rahm's pants and Stephen's shirt join the growing pile of clothing, both men breathing hard.
"Do you have anything?" Stephen can hardly force the words from his throat as Rahm's hand slides under the waistband of his boxers.
"Yeah." The hand pulls away, just inches from where he wants it. Stephen takes a deep breath and slides from the chair onto the rough carpet. He will probably get a rug burn, but right now, he doesn't care. Rahm returns, a small jar in his hand. He sets it down and kneels, reaching out to pull Stephen's boxers off and toss them aside before doing the same with his own. Rahm sits back for a second, eyes gliding up and down Stephen's body. The younger man blushes, but doesn't look away.
"Rahm, come on." He unscrews the jar and slicks up his fingers before nudging Stephen closer.
"What do you want?" Stephen groans and grabs Rahm's wrist, jerking him closer.
"Enough. Just fuck me."
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"For Christ's sake. Please, Rahm." With an almost feral grin, Rahm grabs Stephen's legs one at a time and puts them over his shoulders before sliding a finger inside him. Stephen moans, head falling back onto the carpet. Rahm works the finger in and out a few times before using a second, a third, and the last small thrust he curls them up and Stephen almost shouts and bites his lip again.
Rahm smiles and pulls his fingers out, Stephen whimpering softly at the loss, but also in anticipation. Rahm takes another palmful of lube and slides it onto his cock, suppressing a groan at the touch.
"Ready?" Stephen doesn't answer, instead just digs his heels forcefully into Rahm's back.
He feels the heat first, and then the pressure, steady and invasive. Stephen grits his teeth and forces himself to relax. Rahm is surprisingly considerate, almost gentle, not letting himself slam into the younger man. He even waits for a moment, letting Stephen adjust. Then, almost excruciatingly slow, Rahm moves. The look on his face is similar to the one when he was reading: brows together and lips in a thin line. But Stephen's concentration breaks as Rahm brushes slightly against his prostate and he yelps. Rahm laughs and slams into him once, twice, drawing out another undignified noise.
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The silence of the library is broken only by the men's gasps for breath and the whir of the heater. Rahm pulls out and collapses next to Stephen, arm flung over the other man's torso. They lay there for a few moments and Stephen's eyes begin to drift closed.
"No fucking sleeping, kid." Stephen grunts in disapproval, but sits up anyway.
"Fine." He looks around, surveying the mess of lube and come that stains the carpet. "Should we try to clean up, or just leave?" Rahm stands and pulls on his boxers nonchalantly.
"Are you kidding me? I'm getting the fuck out of here. C'mon, my apartment is a few minutes from here. Let's go." Stephen looks up, shocked.
"What? Are you...? If you live so close, then why...?"
"Because I knew you were here, and that you wanted me to fuck you."
"You planned this?"
"Sort of. Now come on, Colbert. Don't want the librarians to find you."
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OHYEAH. XD
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It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you not just to see if you're better
New York is cold but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
It was pretty perfect and awesome and kind of made my night. Really fun coincidence.
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Also, I think I came.
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