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 image kept teasing at Sutan, distracting him as the Fateh Sagar courtesans danced. Their hard, muscular bodies moved like a dream, skin covered in shimmering gold dust and thin swaths of red silk, but Sutan barely acknowledged them. He was a patient man, but when the acrobats from Jaipur began to perform, Sutan suddenly discovered the limits of his virtue.
He left the banquet halfway through the performance, marching down from his high table and out of the grand room in an imperious sweep of heavy silks and sparkling diamonds. He went straight to his rooms, and counted off the seconds in his head while his valets undressed him. As if sensing their king’s mood, they moved quickly, and soon enough Sutan was left alone in his sleeping chamber sitting beside a dining table laden with food and wine and wearing nothing but a robe made from raw silk the color of Bengali sapphires.
Only a few minutes passed before the sound of a timid knock on the door reached his ears.
“You may enter.”
The serving boy entered the room and shut the door quietly behind him. Of course, he looked nothing at all like a serving boy now. Sutan smiled with satisfaction at seeing that his order had been obeyed to the letter. The boy was prepared in the usual way: beautiful face made even more so with artful brushes of color along his cheeks, pitch-black kohl around his large brown eyes and shimmering red rouge across his full lips. His golden hair gleamed brightly, catching the reflection of the flames from the torches lighting the bedchamber. And around his body, he wore an elaborate robe with peacock feathers embroidered into indigo silk.
Still standing by the door, the boy fell to his knees, clasped his hands together in front of him and bowed his head.
“You sent for me, my lord?”
And wasn’t this a discovery in itself, the sweetness of his voice, light and softly-pitched, like music.
“Yes, I did.”
Sutan waited for the boy to come to him, but instead he remained on his knees, unmoving, as if rooted to the spot.
“Surely you don’t intend to kneel by the door all night,” Sutan said with a teasing bent to his tone. “I don’t know what wild rumors you’ve heard of my endowments, but even I cannot make love to you from such a distance.”
Sutan chuckled softly to himself as he watched the boy’s face turn a spectacularly bright shade of red when he grasped Sutan’s meaning.
“Forgive me, my lord,” the boy murmured.
“Come to me.”
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“Come closer.”
Instead of standing, the boy crawled, limbs moving with feline grace. If he didn’t know better, Sutan would have thought it an intentional act of seduction. But it wasn’t. That much was obvious in the way the boy fixed his gaze downward and bit down on his bottom lip.
“Closer,” Sutan said again, spreading his thighs wide to make room.
The boy obeyed, moving close enough that Sutan could feel his heat through the robe he wore. And still he would not meet Sutan’s gaze.
“Tell me, why do you not look at me?”
“Amir saab says Raja is like God,” the boy replied timidly.
Sutan laughed. “Does he now? And who exactly is this Amir?”
“The kitchen master.”
Sutan reached out and cupped the boy’s jaw lightly. “Well, now you’re here. You can see for yourself. Feel for yourself. Am I God?”
“No, my lord. You’re a man.”
“Good. So look at me.”
Slowly, the boy tilted his head upward and finally met Sutan’s gaze. This close, he was breathtaking.
“What is your name?”
“Tomasi, but everyone calls me Tommy.”
Tommy. The nickname was oddly fitting.
“You’re very beautiful, Tommy.”
He blushed hard, face and neck filling with color once again. “Thank you, my lord,” he whispered as his gaze skittered away.
“Remember what I asked,” Sutan said, tightening his fingers slightly against Tommy’s delicate jaw. “Look at me. You must keep your eyes on me.”
Tommy looked back, color rising higher. For a moment, he looked painfully young, and the sight roused Sutan’s curiosity.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Nineteen.”
More a man than a boy. “Have you worked in the kitchens all your life? Even in Jaisalmer?”
“Yes, my lord.”
That explained his pale skin, but not his golden hair. “And how is it that your hair is so fair?”
“My mother’s hair was the same. She was from Ladahk.”
The Eastern Lands. Sutan nodded, curiosity satisfied. He trailed his fingers from Tommy’s jaw up to his hair and fingered the golden strands.
“Your hair is beautiful. As are you.”
Tommy blushed once more. Pretty, Sutan thought. He couldn’t remember the last time a lover had blushed in his bed. Perhaps because it had never happened. Pleasure slaves and courtesans were too mannered, too practiced for genuine displays of embarrassment. This boy was no pleasure slave, and Sutan rather liked that fact, if the heat pooling in his groin was any indication.
“Tell me, have you ever lain with a man?”
“Never.” A barely audible whisper.
“A woman, then?”
“No, my lord.”
Sutan leaned closer to him, fingers tracing smooth skin until his thumb teased at the seam of Tommy’s lips. “That’s a shame.” Sutan’s thumb breached his mouth, dipping in for a moment before slipping out to trace wetly across his bottom lip. “A tragedy, in fact, because this mouth was made for pleasure. Your lips were made for sucking cock.”
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Can't way for more - what a tantalizing place you left it off!
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“You do know why you’re here,” Sutan said as he slid his hand back down to cradle Tommy’s jaw once again.
“For your pleasure, my lord.”
Tommy’s gaze skittered away again, but before Sutan could admonish him, those large brown eyes looked up at him once more. The small act of obedience made Sutan inexplicably proud of the boy. I’m keeping you, some distant part of his mind thought.
“And yours as well,” Sutan said.
Tommy’s eyes widened in shock. “My pleasure? I don’t understand. You’re….” He trailed off with a look of uncertainty.
“Go ahead,” Sutan urged him. “Speak your mind. You won’t be punished for honesty.”
“I was…going to say that… you’re Raja and I am no one. How can this be for me as well as you?”
Sutan smiled and stroked Tommy’s skin with the pad of his thumb. Slow. Deliberate. “Because your pleasure will be my pleasure.”
“Oh.” A soft exhale of sound from parted lips. Lips Sutan wanted.
“When they prepared you in the harem, did they say what I would ask of you?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Tell me.”
“They said…that…that you would want me to…suck you, and that you would”-Tommy worried his bottom lip for a second-“spread my legs and fuck me.”
“And which shall I have first, do you think, your mouth or your pretty little hole?”
Tommy gasped softly and blushed again. “I don’t…I don’t know….”
Sutan thumbed at the seam of his lips again. “Your mouth,” he said. “I want your mouth on me.” He sat back in his chair and spread his thighs even wider. “Undo my belt,” he ordered.
Pale, trembling hands reached for the silk sash holding his robe close and pulled, undoing the knot. Sutan’s robe fell open with a quiet rustle so he was exposed, cock half-hard between his legs, eager for the pleasures to be had.
“Touch me.”
Tommy reached for him slowly and wrapped his long fingers around Sutan’s cock, gasping a little when the flesh responded to the touch, lengthening and thickening in his tentative grip.
“I don’t know what to do,” Tommy said, staring at the long, thick cock in his hand. “I’ve never-”
“Lick me.” Sutan slipped his hair into Tommy’s golden hair and urged him closer.
Tommy parted his lips and licked across the swollen head of Sutan’s cock.
“Do it again.”
Tommy’s tongue flicked across the head of his cock again, slower this time, firm and wet as it dragged over the slit. Sutan hissed softly and tightened his grip on Tommy’s hair.
“More,” he said.
Tommy obeyed, lowering his eyelashes as he leaned forward again and began to work Sutan’s cock. He licked at the hard length, tongue tracing the veins running along the shaft, flicking at the sensitive underside of the swollen crown and dragging across the slit once more. He kept licking over and over, until Sutan’s cock was gleaming wet with his spit and precome leaked from him.
“Lick it away,” Sutan breathed.
Tommy did as he was told. He licked away the trail of precome dripping off the head of Sutan’s cock, and when he’d swallowed it, he carried on working the throbbing flesh, licking all over and pressing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive underside every few seconds.
“Take me in your mouth,” Sutan said finally. “Suck me.”
Tommy hesitated, staring at Sutan’s cock. “I don’t….”
“Here.” Sutan batted his hand away and took a hold of his aching cock. “Open your mouth.” When Tommy obeyed, Sutan pushed in until the head of his cock was buried in his mouth. “Suck.”
Tommy’s mouth was sweetness and heat as he began to suck, tentative at first, and then harder, cheeks hollowing as he pulled on the head of Sutan’s cock. Without being told, Tommy swirled his tongue around the throbbing flesh in his mouth, drawing out the pleasure, making Sutan’s body tighten with the urge to thrust, to fuck those pretty lips, slide his cock in and out of that perfect mouth.
“Take a little more,” he said, urging Tommy forward. “You can take a little more of me.”
Sutan looked down, groaning loudly at the sight of his cock disappearing between those rouged lips, one inch, then another and another.
“Suck me.”
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“Look at me. Always look at me,” Sutan said when Tommy’s eyes fluttered shut.
He regretted his words immediately. It bordered on too much, those large brown eyes staring up at him while Tommy’s lips stretched thin around the thickness of his cock. The sight was enough to make him buck wildly in the chair, hips straining upward toward Tommy’s mouth, pushing in deeper, making Tommy gag and sputter when the swollen head pressed into his throat for a heart-stopping moment.
Pure lust shot up Sutan’s spine at the sound of Tommy gagging on his cock. He wanted to keep him there, bury his cock all the way down his throat, pump his come into him. No, he wanted to stroke himself to climax, watch his come streak Tommy’s beautiful face, make a gorgeous mess out of him. The thoughts mixed crazily in his head while Tommy continued to suck, pushing Sutan dangerously close to the edge of orgasm. No. He wanted to come in Tommy’s body first, thrust deep into that tight hole and get him hot and slick with his come.
Sutan dragged Tommy off his cock and groaned when the length of him fell from those lips with a filthy wet popping sound.
“Have I displeased you, my lord?” Tommy asked. He sounded hoarse, rough and wrecked, like Sutan had been fucking his throat for hours.
“No.”
“Then why did you stop? Let me,” he said, pushing against Sutan’s hold on his hair to lick at his cock once, twice. When he opened his mouth to suck him in again, Sutan tugged him back.
Tommy let out a whimpering sound, soft and helpless. “Let me,” he whispered.
It was only then that Sutan looked down, all the way down, to where Tommy knelt low on the ground, knees parted beneath his robe. He was hard. Sutan’s gaze darted back to Tommy’s flushed face with surprise. His serving boy was proving to be quite the revelation.
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“It has to stop,” Sutan said. “If I let you continue, I’m going to come.” Tommy opened his mouth to speak again but Sutan continued before he could get out the words. “As much as I want your mouth, that will have to wait, because when I come, I want to be buried as deep in you as I can go.” Sutan pulled on his hair, a teasing tug. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. Make you scream for me.”
Tommy’s nostrils flared, and his gaze grew darker, black pupils swallowing up warm brown. “Raja,” he whispered.
Sutan let go of his hair and pushed back against the edge of the chair. When there was enough space between them, he stood up and walked over to the massive bed in the room. Looking back at where Tommy still knelt on the floor, Sutan shrugged his robe off his shoulders, letting the silk fabric puddle at feet.
“Come to me.”
Tommy stood up and walked toward him slowly, movements heavy and overly deliberate, as if he were drugged. He stopped a few feet away from the bed and stared openly at Sutan’s naked body.
“What is it?”
“You’re beautiful,” Tommy said.
His voice was laced with wonder and unmistakable desire. The compliment ought to be nothing to him, Sutan knew, but it filled him with an unexpected rush of warmth.
“Then I suppose we’re evenly matched, you and I.” He sat down on the bed and spread his legs wide, completely unfazed by his nakedness. “I want to see more of you. Take off your robe.”
The hitch in Tommy’s breath was audible. He raised his hands to the sash holding his fanciful robe closed, but once there he hesitated, biting down on his bottom lips again. A nervous habit, Sutan was quickly realizing.
“Tommy.”
The single word moved him back into action. With an endearingly determined set to his chin, Tommy tugged at a loose end of the sash around his waist and pulled the knot loose. Then he shrugged the rich fabric off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms slowly, and once they were free, down his slender body until it pooled around his bare feet. The raging heat that spiked through his blood made Sutan’s heart skip a beat, then another. Naked, Tommy was a sight to see: all slender limbs and pale skin and still hard cock, the length of it flushed red and jutting forward between his thighs. Try as he might, Sutan couldn’t help but stare. What a shame, to think that this boy had been hidden away in kitchens all his life, when he would have been the prized jewel of any harem.
“Come closer.”
Tommy closed the distance between them and came to a halt right in front of Sutan.
“Kiss me.”
“I don’t know,” Tommy began to say, only to have the rest of his words stolen away by Sutan’s hand pulling him down and Sutan’s lips sliding sweet and sure against his own. Tommy moaned into Sutan’s mouth, a soft little sound of surprise threaded through with desire. He parted his lips when Sutan licked at the seam, moaned again when their tongues slid against each other. Within seconds, he was leaning into it, kissing Sutan back, giving as good as he was getting as the caress dragged on and on.
Sutan ran his hands along Tommy’s body as they kissed, thumbs teasing at Tommy’s stiffened nipples, fingers following the dip of his spine, the curve of his buttocks and the line of his hips before wrapping around his straining cock and squeezing. Tommy moaned at the contact and kissed Sutan harder, sucking on his tongue, sinking his teeth into Sutan’s bottom lip.
Sutan stroked him harder in response, mind reeling with lust at Tommy’s responsiveness and instinct. He couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful the boy would be after a few weeks spent in his bed, how devastating he would be once he’d learned all the games Sutan could teach him, all the tricks, all the way to draw pleasure from another’s body.
“My lord,” Tommy gasped, tearing his lips away from Sutan’s. He was jerking forward, hips thrusting, fucking Sutan’s hand. “I can’t…can’t hold back-”
And then Tommy was coming, letting out a helpless cry as his cock spurted hot and wet, streaks of come landing on Sutan’s naked chest.
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Sutan gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. Hand me my robe.” Tommy moved away to pick up the discarded garment and held it out to him. Sutan took it and wiped away the wetness on his chest. When he was done, he tossed the robe back to the floor carelessly and looked up to find Tommy watching him warily.
“Come back to me.”
“Forgive me, Raja,” Tommy whispered once he was standing between Sutan’s spread thighs.
“Don’t apologize. There’s nothing a man appreciates more than honest desire.”
Tommy’s expression was uncertain. “I haven’t offended?”
“No. On the contrary, you’ve pleased me.” Sutan raised a hand to stroke his hip. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, remember?”
For the first time since he’d walked into the room, Tommy smiled. “I remember.” He raises his hand to Sutan’s shoulder and let it rest there. “But surely, you will want your own pleasure now.”
“Oh?” Sutan hitched an eyebrow. “How so?” he said, casual tone entirely at odds with the heat simmering beneath his skin and pulsing in his swollen cock.
“You said you would…fuck me. Make me scream for you,” Tommy said breathlessly, color rising in his cheeks once more.
“So I did,” Sutan said. He dropped his hand from Tommy’s hip and shifted him away. “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed,” he ordered as he straightened to his feet. While Tommy obeyed, Sutan grabbed a glass bottle filled with clear oil from a nearby table. When he turned back, Tommy was in position on the bed, ass raised in the air, all of him exposed. It was all Sutan could do to bite back a groan.
Steadying himself with a deep breath, Sutan pulled the stopper from the bottle and climbed onto the bed as well. He couldn’t see Tommy’s face, but he didn’t need to in order to know how embarrassed he was to be naked and open like this. His flushed skin gave him away.
“Look at you,” Sutan said, stroking along Tommy’s narrow hips. “So beautiful. Your body was made for pleasure.”
Sutan dipped between Tommy’s spread thighs, rolling his balls softly in his hand before trailing up and teasing at the tightly clenched rim of Tommy’s hole with his thumb. The caress earned him a choked-off moan.
“Have you ever touched yourself here? Fucked yourself open on your fingers?”
“No,” Tommy replied, scandalized. “Never.”
Sutan shouldn’t feel such primitive satisfaction at the knowledge that he would be the first to breach Tommy’s body, and yet he did anyway.
“We’ll remedy that soon. Some night I’ll have you do that while I watch. Put on a show for me. Let me watch you fucking yourself on your fingers, get yourself loose and wet so I can slide right into you, watch your sweet hole swallow my cock.”
Tommy hung his head lower and moaned.
“But not tonight. Tonight I’ll work you open myself, watch you ride my fingers, show me how you’ll move when my cock is in you.”
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“It burns,” Tommy moaned. He sank down onto his forearms on the bed and clutched at the silken bedsheets.
“Easy,” Sutan breathed. He eased out his finger and tilted the bottle of oil again, letting a generous amount slide along Tommy’s skin and his own hand. Then he pushed back in with two fingers, eyes locked on Tommy’s hole and the way he opened up for it.
“Burns,” Tommy moaned again, hips shifting restlessly. But he wasn’t shying away.
“Easy,” Sutan murmured, thrusting all the way in. He moved slowly, giving Tommy time to get used to the stretch of the fingers twisting inside him, working him open. Sutan let them slide free for a moment before pushing back in, angled this time so they stroked along a spot that made Tommy stiffen suddenly and let out a loud cry.
“Oh God,” Tommy gritted out, hips shifting once more, only now they were pushing back, riding Sutan’s fingers in his ass.
Sutan smiled and began to finger-fuck him in earnest, sliding in and out of Tommy’s incredible heat. “I thought we’d already agreed that I’m a man, not God.”
His humor was lost on Tommy. That much was evident in the way he moaned continuously and fucked back on Sutan’s fingers inside him. He only stopped when Sutan pressed another finger inside him, stretching him open on three now, but even that was only a moment’s pause. Sutan watched him in amazement, lust making his cock throb between his legs.
Tommy was a vision, skin flushed and glistening with sweat now as he rode Sutan’s fingers. He was devastatingly hot inside, tight-so goddamned tight-around Sutan’s fingers. This was how he would feel when Sutan fucked him. This was how he would move, hips swaying, pushing back for more of Sutan’s cock in his tight, wet hole. The thought made Sutan fuck him faster, harder, rubbing along Tommy’s sweet spot and glorying in the whimpers and moans spilling from his lips.
Now. The thought beat wildly at Sutan. He had to have him now. He pulled his fingers free and tilted the bottle once more, this time over himself, letting the oil drip down on his aching shaft. He stoppered the bottle, tossed it to the bed and stroked himself quickly, getting every inch of his long cock slick with oil.
“Raja,” Tommy moaned desperately, hips swaying back.
“I’ve got you,” Sutan murmured as he shifted Tommy on the bed, turning him so he lay flat on his back. A second later, he spread Tommy’s legs wide, gripped one by the back of his knee and guided his cock to Tommy’s waiting hole.
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