Prompt Post #13
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
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Do want:
- Bottom!Chris (if it's Klaine, they can switch)
- Rimming
- Barebacking
- Multiple orgasms
- Multiple positions and places: Hands and knees is a must, you can also go with riding, wall!sex, bath!sex and more!
- The dirtiest of the dirty talkings (we all know that Darren has NO filter), maybe even a little slut-shaming?
- A little breathplay/spanking could be nice
- Roleplay!: I love younger!Chris (or Kurt) (not much younger, just a litte stress in the age diference and an exageration of Chris' innocence?) If Klaine, Teacher!Blaine.
- Toys!
- Maybe a little over-estimulation?
- It's really not necessary, but I'd love to see them interacting outside sex.
Do not want:
- Boy pussy
- Scat
- Vore
- Waterspots
- BDSM
- Basically, the heavy kinks
You can ask anything if you have any doubts! Sorry for my crappy englisg, it's not my first language :S
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“You can’t.” Darren had that look on his face-not the sad-puppy look, but rather the puppy-teetering-on-the-edge-of-sadness look, which Chris had decided was actually somehow worse.
“Can’t what?”
“You can’t go to breakfast with Ash on Saturday.”
Chris blinked. “Of course I can.” Waves of sadness were… emanating at him. It was awful. “Why can’t I?”
“Because.”
Chris waited. And waited. And cleared his throat. “I see. Well, it’s a persuasive argument, but I really don’t think-”
“Surprise dirty weekend!” Darren blurted suddenly, both fists in his hair.
Chris peered at him. “Is that your new favorite band or something?”
“I got you… us… a surprise dirty weekend. Away from everything. Except… you know, us.” Darren sighed, dejected. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “And apparently, dirty.”
Darren’s sad eyes glinted. “Well, you know. Us.”
“Your point, Sir,” Chris said dryly, tapping through his phone screens. “Ash will be vastly displeased-”
Darren snorted faintly. “Ash will want pictures.”
Chris fluttered his lashes and let his voice drop to a low drawl. “Can you blame her?”
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This is an amazing start! I love that this is a Darren's surprise and the way you make them intreract with each other *-*
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Darren changed lanes without signaling, got honked at, and responded with a cheery wave, as if the other person had just honked at him out of sheer joy and he wholeheartedly shared the sentiment. “One-it’s beautiful,” Darren said, holding up one finger.
“It’s beachy,” Chris muttered, but not loudly enough to be heard.
“Two-they have that whole thing going on where approaching celebrities is like, gauche or something-like, a serious violation of their whole vibe-”
“They’re fucking hippies,” he mumbled grumpily, but-yes, it made sense. If it was true.
“And three,” Three fingers waved in front of his face, and Chris guided Darren’s hand gently back towards the steering wheel. “I really didn’t want to stay in town. I wanted to get away. I wanted to get you away. From… everything. No distractions.” The hands on the steering wheel tapped out a backbeat to the music. “I want you all to myself.”
“You forgot to add ‘mua-ha-ha’.”
“No I didn’t-I’m saving it for a moment when you’re particularly vulnerable.”
Chris laughed despite himself. “Dork.”
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The place was completely ridiculous as well as utterly gorgeous-huge and sprawling with gardens and pools and spectacular views everywhere you looked. Not that he saw much other than a flash of the main lobby and one long, winding path before Darren unlocked a door and dragged him through it, sending their luggage skittering across a very nice, tiled floor before shoving him up against the door he’d barely had time to shut.
“You smell amazing,” Darren told him, mashing him back against the door and going for his belt.
“I’m not… wearing… any cologne,” Chris managed, pressing his head back into the hard wood as his neck was ravished.
“I know.” There went his belt, and the button of his jeans didn’t put up much of a fight. “You smell like you-it’s fucking fantastic.”
Chris’ eyelids drooped and his head went a little woozy when Darren flipped him around, shoving him back up against the door and reaching around to finish the job on his fly. “Jesus, Darren-are you planning to fuck me right here?”
“Right here,” Darren confirmed in a low, purring voice. “And over there, and there, and also there, and hither as well as yon. Everywhere.” Chris gasped a little when his pants and boxer-briefs were yanked unceremoniously down, shivering when Darren worked his sneaker, then the bundled clothing off one of his feet, stroking his calves and thighs on the way back up. “I plan to fuck your fine ass on every viable surface this room has to offer-”
“Only the viable ones?” he managed, hearing his own heartbeat in his voice.
Darren chuckled darkly in his ear. “Getting greedy already?” Chris closed his eyes, breathing deeply, letting his head hang back. He made a soft, helpless noise when Darren kicked his feet wider apart. “Okay-perfect. That’s perfect. Stay just like that.”
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Easier said than done. Much. The fact that his shirt and vest and scarf were still on, plus one shoe, just made him more keenly aware of his waist-to-ankle exposure, the way his cock was filling and stretching without even having been touched, the way his bare ass jutted out to keep his erection away from the door, and the way he ached, caressed only by the warm air of the room.
“You are so fucking pretty,” Darren said softly, almost conversationally. With his eyes closed there was no way for Chris to know what to expect, but despite that the sudden intrusion of warm, slippery fingers caught him by surprise, and he pressed up against the door, scratching a little at the wood. “Don’t move.”
Chris froze, his breath caught high in his throat as Darren stroked him open, faster and deeper and wetter than he usually did. There were cool trickles of lube down his thighs, and his ass felt super-sensitive without any of the usual preliminaries they went through-vulnerable and tender flesh that nevertheless yielded, relaxing and clasping over and over until his cock was fully hard and it was impossible to keep his hips entirely still, rocking back in tiny increments for a little more, and then a little more.
“Mmm… You want it?”
Chris tried to lift his head, and failed-too heavy. “I… Darren. Yes.” His face was hot, his skin hot, and it was so hard to get the words out.
“You want me to fuck you?”
He choked a little, then, “Yes.” Saying it was like breaking free, and he took three quick, deep breaths of air while he rocked himself back, and back again, on those maddening, teasing fingers that were just. Not. Enough.
“I could give you just the tip of my cock, and you’d fuck yourself stupid on it, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, yes.” That was practically a sob, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care-Darren’s fingers were so good in him, but he needed, needed-
He cried out much louder than he’d intended to when Darren grabbed his hips and drove into him-hard and hot and huge and his spine buckled and his knees pretty much gave up but between Darren and the door he stayed right where he was, groaning softly and tingling down to his toes while Darren drove into him.
“You’re such a hot little slut,” Darren breathed in his ear, low enough to be almost a growl. “With your tight ass and your mouth that just doesn’t want to say all the things you want done to you… you want… fuck.” Darren squeezed him tighter, pressed him harder, teeth settling gently into the curve at the back of his neck, above his collar.
“Yes-”
Darren’s hand moved from his hip to his cock, squeezing tight and stroking with enough lube left to be sticky and half-slippery and completely, deliciously irresistible. Chris moaned and fucked into Darren’s fist with all the strength he could manage, his thighs shaking and his hips circling helplessly, working between two equally devastating sources of pleasure.
“You can come anytime,” Darren told him. “I’m just gonna keep fucking you.”
He managed one breath, then two, before his hips went crazy and he rode hard and came, throbbing and aching and feeling like he’d been pitched off a cliff from how fast it had all happened. Darren groaned in his ear and shoved him against the door and fucked him harder, then let go of his cock and wrapped one arm around his waist to pull him back, tilt him at a better angle to stroke into him.
“You feel so good,” Chris mumbled, tingling everywhere with his eyes half-closed and his still-throbbing ass so full, so very full. “You feel so good in me.”
His head whirled again, everything whirled, when Darren turned him away from the door and folded right down with him, right down onto the throw-rug that covered the tile in the entryway. He didn’t pull out, didn’t even miss a stroke, just reared up behind Chris and took his hips again, fucking him deep and fast, groaning softly.
Chris’ arms were shaking too badly to keep him upright, so he let himself slide down until his wet forehead rested on the backs of his hands, his body jerking and twisting when the angle changed. “Oh, fuck-Darren, right there, it’s too much, but-oh, God-”
“You can take it,” Darren panted behind him, his fingers sinking into cramped muscles. “You gonna come again?”
Yes. “No… mmm…”
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“No, I… please…”
“Please, what?”
“Let me-make me-come…”
Darren held him still, fucking him slow and hard and luxuriously, ignoring the way he shivered and slid and tried to move. “Do it-come for me. Just like this.”
That was impossible, then it was impossible not to, lust sparking through him and waiting for him to let go, to give in to it, to give himself up. He let himself gasp and shake and moan, let everything and anything wash through him until he went over the edge, and it was too fast and too soon but it was so, so good-one throb after another while Darren gasped and then groaned and then came in him, deep inside him while they rocked together on the floor.
He didn’t remember Darren pulling out of him, or turning him over, but the next thing he knew they were kissing, soft and sloppy-wet and close, one kiss after another between gasps for breath. When Darren finally pulled back from him, his eyes were shining.
“Mua-ha-ha.”
Chris broke down into helpless giggles.
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This is amazing. The voices at the beginning... that's so how I imagine they'd talk to one another. And the smexy times... oh, the smexy times.
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I am sure you're going to get a lot more comments. Your story is really good!
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This was amazing in every way. The beginning was cute and snarky and perfect and the rest was incredibly hot and sexy and perfect. You're one amazing anon, anon author.
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f5 f5 f5 f5 f5 f5
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