Prompt Post #13
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
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PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
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“This tub is… well, ‘obscene’ is the word that springs to mind. Although ‘ostentatious’ would work as well.”
“Rococo. Excessive. Brazen. I asked for that.”
Chris grinned. “You asked for a room with a tub that was brazen?”
“No.” Darren splashed him a little. “I asked for a room with a tub that was big enough to fuck my boyfriend in.”
Chris turned his head back over his shoulder, and nearly slipped under the water. “You did not.”
“Of course I did-what’s the point of making a reservation at a place that’s hoity-toity enough to never bat an eye at anything if you don’t put their hoity-toityness to the test?”
Chris hummed lightly. “Did they pass?”
Darren’s hands skimmed softly down his chest, rippling the steaming water. “Sadly, yes. All I got for my trouble was a ‘very good, sir’ and a polite inquiry as to whether I would like them to make sure the bathroom was stocked with the very finest silicone-based lube available.”
Chris started snickering.
“It was tragic!” Darren insisted, stroking from his chest to his thighs and back up again. “There I was, hoisted on my own… petard… hey, speaking of which…”
It was fast, so fast it was dizzying, the shift from lazy, indulgent lounging to the kind of want that made the breath catch in his throat, that made him flush hot everywhere. “Darren.”
“I’ve never fucked you in the tub before.” Strong arms slid around his waist, and he was so warm, so warm and heavy.
“No…”
“I’m going to.”
“Please…”
He had to kneel up for a bit while Darren lubed him with slow, patient strokes, teasing him until he put his head down on his folded arms and moaned, pushing himself back for more. The silicone was different-frictionless, limiting sensation to stretching and pressure. He wasn’t really sure if he liked it until he found his eyes rolling back in his head and his thighs flexing, arching for more. That was kind of a clue.
Darren’s lubed cock slid into him effortlessly-all Chris could do was gasp and shiver, suddenly and abruptly so full he ached. Darren collected him up and drew him back, reclining in the hot water with Chris spread out on top of him, and just like that Chris was weightless and hot and almost painfully hard, his flushed-red cock pushing up out of the water. “Fuck,” he said softly, turning his cheek to rub against Darren’s stubble. “That feels amazing.”
His hips started moving on their own until Darren held him, kept him still. “Slow,” Darren breathed in his ear. “I want to stay here a while.”
He didn’t even realize exactly when he started moaning, but he was-floating in Darren’s strong arms and moaning, full and slick and so hard and so hot, his thigh muscles shaking, rippling the water. When Darren took his cock in hand he cried out softly, helplessly, pushing into his grip-
“Keep still.”
“Can’t-”
“You can,” teasing him, reassuring him. “Just… let me.”
Chris locked down on himself, every muscle quivering and he almost-almost-came, but he gulped a breath and hung on and didn’t, then fell away from himself and into some strange other space where he was just… open, open and waiting, his eyes closed but his mouth open, panting softly.
“That’s so good-you feel so good. So hot. So tight. I love fucking you.” Darren was moving in him now, slow and gentle and sweetly torturous, lifting and sliding him, hands on his thighs, his cock, his chest, his balls-hands everywhere, he could feel Darren everywhere.
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