Bandom Triple-Drabble: Bind
fjkflgkjlanhfg the moving stress has meant that I've been unable to write for the last fortnight. Then finally today I crashed, had a nap, and then wrote some filthy porn. Hurrah!
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For desfinado
Bind - Bandom - Bob/Frank, implied Frank/others - NC-17 - warnings: porn, dirty bdsm flavoured porn
Prompt: messiness with bodily fluids
“I can smell you,” Bob says. He looks down to where Frank is tied to the bench, arms and legs bent under it. “You smell used.”
Frank moans, shifting restlessly. He’s naked, his cock and balls carefully bound in an improvised chastity belt of sorts. Bob is pretty proud of his handiwork - amazing what a pair of shoelaces and an educational half-an-hour in the internet can accomplish.
He strokes the underside of Frank’s cock lightly, then a bit harder, watching it twitch and swell in its binding. Frank tries to rut against the contact, whining wordlessly when Bob pulls his hand away.
Bob is in no hurry. After all, he’s come twice already; once in Frank, once on him.
He rubs his thumb over Frank’s opening, still slick and loose from earlier, and Frank just pushes back, trying to fuck himself of Bob’s fingers.
“Nuh-uh.” Bob slaps Frank’s cock, making him twist and buck. “On my terms, Frank. You get fucked when I feel like it and you get to come if I feel like it.”
He kneels next to the bench, just appreciating the view. Frank looks gorgeous like this; straining and desperate. He’s drooling around his gag, chest shiny with sweat, nipples hard. Bob leans down to lick them, slowly dragging his lip ring over the tender flesh.
“Maybe I should let the others have their turn as well, huh? You’ve been such a little shit to everyone lately.” Bob reaches between Frank’s legs, runs a hand over the smooth taut skin of his balls and squeezes.
“I think Gerard and Mikey and Ray would be happy to add to this,” he says, tracing the streaks of semen that criss-cross Frank’s stomach. “Get you all dirty. Make a real mess.”
Frank’s eyes go wide, pupils blown with want.
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For desfinado
Bind - Bandom - Bob/Frank, implied Frank/others - NC-17 - warnings: porn, dirty bdsm flavoured porn
Prompt: messiness with bodily fluids
“I can smell you,” Bob says. He looks down to where Frank is tied to the bench, arms and legs bent under it. “You smell used.”
Frank moans, shifting restlessly. He’s naked, his cock and balls carefully bound in an improvised chastity belt of sorts. Bob is pretty proud of his handiwork - amazing what a pair of shoelaces and an educational half-an-hour in the internet can accomplish.
He strokes the underside of Frank’s cock lightly, then a bit harder, watching it twitch and swell in its binding. Frank tries to rut against the contact, whining wordlessly when Bob pulls his hand away.
Bob is in no hurry. After all, he’s come twice already; once in Frank, once on him.
He rubs his thumb over Frank’s opening, still slick and loose from earlier, and Frank just pushes back, trying to fuck himself of Bob’s fingers.
“Nuh-uh.” Bob slaps Frank’s cock, making him twist and buck. “On my terms, Frank. You get fucked when I feel like it and you get to come if I feel like it.”
He kneels next to the bench, just appreciating the view. Frank looks gorgeous like this; straining and desperate. He’s drooling around his gag, chest shiny with sweat, nipples hard. Bob leans down to lick them, slowly dragging his lip ring over the tender flesh.
“Maybe I should let the others have their turn as well, huh? You’ve been such a little shit to everyone lately.” Bob reaches between Frank’s legs, runs a hand over the smooth taut skin of his balls and squeezes.
“I think Gerard and Mikey and Ray would be happy to add to this,” he says, tracing the streaks of semen that criss-cross Frank’s stomach. “Get you all dirty. Make a real mess.”
Frank’s eyes go wide, pupils blown with want.