Prompt Post #13
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
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PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
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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.”
***
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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