Glam Kink Meme Post #1
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Have fun prompting, writing, reading, and feedbacking. :)
ETA: All prompts are listed here.
ETA2: All filled prompts are archived here.
ETA3 This post is now CLOSED to new prompts.
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The details of how they work their way there are largely inconsequential. Suffice it to say, it happens in Berlin. Which is fitting really, because everything worth recounting happens in Berlin.
The concert is a crazy rush of sound and light and raw feeling. It bleeds into the hours afterward, carries them through endless shots of vodka and a couple hits of White Widow, tendrils of smoke curling into the air, laughter echoing all around. Rock and roll life. Sweet and right and Tommy knows he’s gonna live forever.
Suite empties out in the dark of night and suddenly it’s just him and Adam and Terrance, all tied up in each other, freckled arms, muscles bunched tight beneath gorgeous dark skin, lean pale thighs, rolling in the deep. Kisses, bites, tongues licking, hands touching, teasing, bodies burning up.
Tonight. He knows it. Tonight they’ll give him what he’s been begging for every time he spreads his legs, every time he takes their cocks, one after the other, all the way inside, pretty hole stretched out tight around throbbing flesh. Want you both, he says, sometimes with words, sometimes with greedy little rolls of those lean hips. And tonight, he knows he’ll finally have it.
He sucks Terrance lying on his back, head turned to take him in, moaning. Between his legs, Adam works him slowly, so fucking slow, so wet, lube warm and slick around one finger, then two, three, four and fuck, the world is fire and need and he wants. He tries to talk but Terrance’s grip holds him tight, keep his mouth stuffed full of cock, unable to beg for more. Now, want, please, please.
Patience. Don’t want to hurt you. Words he can’t process as they switch places over and over again.
Terrance’s cock fucking his throat.
Four of Adam’s fingers reaming his dripping wet hole.
Terrance’s fingers in him-all of them, thumb tucked in, pushing him to his limit and far beyond.
Adam’s cock leaking precum on his tongue.
Fucking want it. Both of you in me. Fill me so full. Want you to fuck me and leave me dripping with you, cum leaking down my thighs all day. Words he can’t say while he’s gagging on Adam’s cock and clenching around Terrance’s fist.
So goddamned wet. Thighs slick and messy with sweat and spit and lube. So ready. And still it drags on, until finally, finally, Adam is beneath him and Terrance behind him, thick cocks pushing into him, building a rhythm. Adam thrusting in, Terrance pulling out, sliding against each other inside him.
Tommy’s heart pounds, frantic and loud, a chaotic bass line. Rock and roll life. Adam rocks, Terrance rolls, two cocks fucking him harder than he ever imagined. Lost for you. So lost. Running hot and cold, desperate for an anchor, stretched wide and pulled taut, getting fucked.
Can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t think.
So fucking full.
Cries and gasps and moans lost to the night. An ode to Berlin. To pleasure. To skin on skin, slippery with sweat. Vital. Visceral. Cocks pounding, moving in tandem, reaming his hole. Gorgeous mouth hanging open, skin flushed red, spreading his legs wider.
Beautiful. Sweet little slut. So good at taking cock. Keep you like this all day, Tommy. Keep you filled with cock. Tie you to the bed, make you come over and over.
Words edging along his senses. Too far gone. Can’t process anything but this. Fire streaking up his spine. Burning. Coming. Cock spilling hot and wet against Adam’s stomach.
Rock and roll.
And later, Adam’s hands pressing Tommy’s fingers between his legs. Feeling how stretched out he is. Gaping open. Raw and swollen and so fucking wet.
Falling. Flying. Whimpering. Begging.
Again.
Do it again.
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*dies a little bit*
THIS. IS. HOT.
SRSLY.
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Also, I might have LOLIRL, because this is my prompt. Again. I wonder if it's a sign from above below... yeah.
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I absolutely love this. The sensations tripping over each other, and the flashes of thought/lucidity. Love!!
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