The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
Please Note: I've declared the Pornfest over (as I can't be bothered to keep the prompt list up-to-date!) So any new prompts posted will be deleted. However, I do encourage you to post any anon fic in response to the existing prompts and comment on the lovely responses that we've already got
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Gene hears a zip being pulled down, and the hand leaves his belly. Slicked-up fingers ease their way down the cleft between his buttocks and push into his body, adeptly and quickly, scissoring and loosening, before being replaced by something harder and bigger.
Sam leans over, and runs both hands down Gene’s tie, leaving lube marks and semen stains, pulling it down and rubbing it against the head of Gene’s cock. As Gene moans, he murmurs, “Say it, Gene. Who am I?”
“Sam. My Sam. Sex god,” Gene breathes and Sam lets go of the tie and slams into Gene, the force pushing the older man face down onto the bed, the handcuffs rattling against the bar reminding Sam of Gene’s shackles. Gene hisses with the pain of sudden entry and Sam stills, smoothing the tension away with his hands, stroking up and down Gene’s back.
“Ok?” he asks and Gene nods. Sam pulls out slowly then drives in again and again, experiencing the hotness and the tightness that is Gene as if it’s the first time all over again, but it’s not and he’s glad, because this time he knows how fast he can go, he knows how hard Gene can take it, and he’s confident in the knowledge that this is nothing to do with protocol or procedure or power, but it’s all to do with pleasure; giving and taking, and nothing else matters, because this is all about being alive and living.
Without breaking his rhythm, Sam deliberately unknots Gene’s tie and slides it off his neck. Wrapping it twice around his hand, he takes hold of Gene’s cock and begins pumping, leaving the rest of the tie to dangle between Gene’s legs, tickling his balls. The friction of the material and the actions of Sam’s talented fingers send Gene tumbling into the oblivion of orgasm, and he pulls on his shackles, yelling out Sam’s name as he comes, spilling out over a tie that he will never be able to wear in public again because of the memory it will invoke.
Gene slumps forward, his wrist deliciously sore from pulling against the handcuff restraining him, his knees aching from spending too much time on the hard concrete floor, and his arse still being pounded by the nancy boy from Hyde who delights in showing Gene at every opportunity how much of a man he really is.
A grunt and a thrust and Sam is coming, Gene’s name erupting from his lips.
“Gene. My Gene. Sex god.”
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... I'll be in me bunk ...
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Glad you liked it :)
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top!Sam should really be registered as a new kink ;)
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Glad you liked it :)
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