Glam Kink Meme - Round #2
Welcome to the second round of glam_kink! The first round was an overwhelming success, and I'm so pleased to see our little community producing so many awesome fills and prompts - keep it up!
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READ THE RULES BEFORE POSTING.
All prompts, filled and unfilled, are archived here.
Glam Kink flat view
Glam Kink regular view
**THIS ROUND IS NOW CLOSED FOR NEW
Russ bites his full bottom lip, and Adam wonders if the heart he hears beating so loud is Russ's or his own. He's about to speak again, to push Russ one last time, when Russ says, "Hands, I think. I…" He swallows hard and breathes deep, and, finally, gets himself under control. "I wanna touch you," Russ repeats, and curls his long fingers around Adam's cock. Adam gasps. "I like touching you."
Russ's hand is as slow and gentle on his cock as it was on his stomach. His touch is maddeningly light, a leisurely and delicate slide, like he is memorizing the feel of Adam's length as he stokes the smoldering fire in Adam's pounding blood. Need builds as Russ traces his thumb over the leaking head, his touch fleeting, and Adam groans, and thrusts into his hand. "God, Russ," he whispers.
"Shh." With his free hand, Russ starts rubbing his stomach again, and Adam lets out another groan. "Just feel it, beautiful. Just feel."
That's all Adam does. He feels. He feels everything, feels the cold breeze of the air conditioner over his sweat-soaked and burning skin, feels the electric hum of want throughout his nerves, feels the heated need pulsing through his veins, feels those fucking hands on his cock and his belly, feels the last of his contentment turn to desperation. The world is dragging him closer, the edges blurring away beneath Russ's hands, and he clenches his eyes closed against the too-bright faint glare of the dying lavender candles and fights to breathe as each stroke wrings another broken noise from deep within his throat.
Then, Russ pulls away, and Adam fucking whimpers. "Russ, please."
Again, Russ shushes him, and he feels and hears Russ reaching toward the table. There's a tell-tale snap, the unmistakable pop as Russ opens the bottle of lube, and Russ says, "Spread your legs and bend your knees."
He does, and when Russ's finger barely grazes his hole, he nearly sobs. "You're trying to kill me," he chokes out.
Russ chuckles. "So impatient," he drawls, smart ass confidence back in place, and wraps his other hand around Adam's throbbing cock once more. "It's kinda cute how you don't listen to me." He traces his finger over Adam's hole, and Adam tries to push back onto it, begging, and lets out a whimper of frustration as Russ pulls away. "Oh, Adam."
Adam begs, spreading his legs as wide as he can, presenting his hole even more, and Russ finally touches him again, teasing his hole with a lube-slick fingertip, then slowly slips it in. Adam's ragged breath catches in his throat and comes out as a low whine, body overcome by the slow-burning stretch. "There we go," Russ says, pushing deeper, and squeezes Adam's cock, the intensity making Adam moan yet again. Russ begins to fuck him with his finger, hot and perfect friction touching every nerve in Adam's body between idle strokes to his cock. Adam's fists clench around the sheets, curling tight enough to hurt when Russ adds a second finger, and tighter still when he finds a rhythm, when he finds a way to drive Adam even madder with the hand around his cock and the fingers in his ass. "Gorgeous," Russ says. "Fucking gorgeous perfect bastard. Can you believe it yet?"
Adam can only groan.
"No idea what you do to me. No fucking idea." Russ slips in another finger, and Adam swears, and curses him again when he speeds up his thrusts. His brain hardly registers the words, wrecked more with every thrust and every stroke, closer and closer and too fucking close, but Russ continues on, telling him he's gorgeous, perfect, adorable. Telling him he's loved without saying the word.
"Every part of you," Russ says. "Every single inch of you is ridiculously fucking sexy. Especially here." He lets go of Adam's cock and splays his hand on Adam's belly, and that's all it takes. With a cry, Adam arches off the bed and comes, overwhelmed by his release.
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Spent, Russ collapses on him, and Adam pulls him closer and kisses him, not caring about the mess. They can clean up later. Right now, he has to say, "Thank you," and has to kiss Russ languidly again. He feels beautiful and loved, and even though he doesn't get it, it doesn't matter.
Russ gets it, and it feels good. He can live with that for now.
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