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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“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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“Can’t take it…too much….” Tommy was saying, face flushed a bright red and eyes squeezed shut while his hands clutched at the bedsheets.
“Yes, you can. You’re being so good for me, Tommy. Look at you, taking my cock in your sweet little hole.”
He was. Sutan watched as Tommy’s body gave, stretching wide around the thickness of his cock, pink skin gleaming wetly with oil. When he was finally in as deep as he could go, Sutan held still for a long moment before moving, shallow little thrusts of his hips, easing an inch or two free before pushing back into Tommy’s ass.
“So deep,” Tommy panted. “Your cock is so deep in me. It’s too…can’t…so deep.”
Sutan reached for his other leg and pushed his thighs wider apart. “So good for me, Tommy. Take me. Let me have you.”
Sutan began to lengthen his strokes, pulling his cock halfway free before driving back in again, hissing with pleasure at how the muscles in Tommy’s ass fluttered around his cock, clenching down on him and making his head swim with pleasure.
“Can feel you,” he gasped out as he fucked Tommy into the mattress. “Gripping me tight.” Sutan pulled back and shoved in hard, loving the way Tommy screamed and arched his neck, tendons straining. He pushed Tommy’s legs higher so his ass was raised in the air. Sutan angled his next thrust deliberately, rooting for Tommy’s sweet spot and finding it, if the way the boy beneath him shuddered and keened was any indication.
“So beautiful. Your body was made for pleasure. Made for taking cock.”
“Oh, please,” Tommy choked out, sounding wrecked as Sutan thrust along that spot over and over again, fucking him hard and fast and deep. Between his legs, Tommy was hard again, swollen cock bobbing and weaving obscenely as Sutan fucked him.
When Tommy reached down to stroke himself, Sutan let go of his leg and smacked his hand away.
“Mine,” he said when Tommy’s whined. “Every part of you belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me.”
“Please. Raja, please,” Tommy whispered, looking up at Sutan with those large eyes, begging so sweetly while his ass clenched tight around Sutan’s cock, so greedy for it.
Sutan pulled his cock free, ignoring the way his entire body screamed in protest. He pulled Tommy off the bed and repositioned him so that he was on his hands and knees facing the massive headboard. Without preamble, Sutan thrust back in, sliding his cock past the rim of Tommy’s hole, wet and fucked loose, until he was balls-deep in his ass again. There were no shallow thrusts this time, no easy strokes and pauses to ease Tommy into it. This time, Sutan fucked him hard from the start, driving his cock deep, pounding him, not easing up even when Tommy fell forward, forehead pressing into the mattress while Sutan used him.
At some point, Sutan looked up and caught a flash of movement in his periphery. When he turned to look, his heart began to hammer even louder in his chest. Their reflection in the gilded mirror on the other side of the room made him slow down for a moment. He stared, tracing the image, Tommy with his ass raised in the air and himself looming over him, large where Tommy was small, dark where Tommy was pale. A gorgeous contrast.
Tommy’s impatient whine pulled Sutan’s gaze back to him.
“Please,” he said.
“Please what?” Sutan replied, teasing him with shallow strokes.
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Give me pleasure…give me your cock…want it so bad.”
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He groaned loudly and fucked Tommy even harder, pounding him into the mattress, watching the way his cock slid in and out of him, gleaming wetly as it fucked Tommy senseless, making a shuddering, incoherent mess out of him. A minute later he reached for Tommy’s neglected cock and stroked in time to his driving thrusts, tugging and squeezing until Tommy screamed and came, streaking the sheets beneath him with hot spurts of come.
Sutan followed him seconds later, unable to resist the way Tommy’s ass clamped down tight, muscles convulsing, milking Sutan’s orgasm from him. He buried his cock deep and held steady, thighs shaking as the pleasure ran roughshod over him. So good, so unbelievably good. Pulsing through him as he came in Tommy’s ass, getting him hot and slick with come.
After what seemed like an eternity, the last of the aftershocks faded away and Sutan eased them onto their sides. He held Tommy tight against his body, still buried inside him for the moment, both their thighs messy with oil and sweat and come. Soon they would have to move, wipe themselves clean. But for now, Sutan held still and basked in the afterglow of pleasure.
So unbelievably good, and he could have this again. Keep this golden-haired boy in his bed for as long as he wanted and fuck him every night, every day-every waking moment if he wanted to. Sutan pulled Tommy closer against him and smiled.
It’s good to be king.
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I'm with Valress, Don't ever stop writing! I love you, and I love your skill! <333
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