KINK KINK BANG BANG
All right, here is the MAIN POST for the Kiss Kiss Bang Bang kink meme!
The rules are thus:
-ONE prompt per comment. It may contain any pairing you like, any kink you like, any prompt you like, as long as it's nothing intentionally offensive ( Read more... )
The rules are thus:
-ONE prompt per comment. It may contain any pairing you like, any kink you like, any prompt you like, as long as it's nothing intentionally offensive ( Read more... )
“Okay, now you pull back and gaze at them again. Like you didn’t expect their lips to be quite that soft.” He really hadn’t. “Or that they’d fit so well against you.” Like a glove really. “Or how badly you’d want to do it again.” Christ no, he hadn’t expected that at all. “Okay, your go. Remember to close the gap slowly. Slower. No, faster than that. Seriously, I’ve seen continents drift apart faster than this, Harry. OOMPH!” Harry’s face smacked into his and Perry’s nose and teeth were painfully bashed in the process. “You idiot! Who taught you to kiss last time? Ike Turner?” Harry pulled back and began staring at Perry in an expression of pure terror. “What? Harry what is it? Christ! I knew this would freak you out!”
“Eh? No! This is my “whoa, I never expected it to be that soft and jigsaw like” face. Can’t you tell?”
“Christ! There are flesh eating skin diseases that are less irritating than you! You look like you walked in on me garrotting your mother! Look, let’s just jump into the main event okay? We can discuss build up later. This is going to be longer, Chief? You still sure you want to proceed?”
“For the last time, yes! The quicker we get this over with the sooner I’m having sex with Harmony!” Harry beamed and tapped his lips with his finger. “Hit me.”
“Please. Don’t tempt me.” Perry wasn’t even sure what kind of temptation he was referring. Leaning in he kissed Harry again. Harder this time, pulling Harry closer to him and running one hand down his back softly, resting it at the base of his spine. It would be so easy to pretend this was the real deal, it wasn’t like that it had never crossed his mind before or anything. That first night at the party he had scanned Harry with his mental gaydar at least four times. Each time the test had come back “straighter than Jack Nicholson in Stringfellows” he had cried “Again!”. Luckily Harry had then opened his everlasting mouth and chased away Perry’s lust with his utter idiocy. Overtime that stupidity had become somewhat endearing. Like a retarded puppy. On rollerskates. His train of thought was broken when Harry’s tongue nudged against his own. Startled he broke this kiss.
“What? Is that wrong? Is it because you can taste Oreos?” Harry asked.
“Your tongue, fuckwit! It raped my mouth!”
“We are kissing! It’s supposed to have tongues! Unless it really is a french thing? But my passport is still valid so...” He leant forward in search of Perry’s mouth and he almost threw himself backward to get away.
“Do you not think that’s taking it a bit far? I mean...” Perry ran his hands through his hair searching for the right words.
The real reason was that kissing Harry was having a strange effect on him, and adding spice to the proceedings wasn’t exactly going to help matters. “...are you sure Harmony meant you...and...what I mean to say is...” Harry’s mouth cut off his words and his tongue invaded his mouth once more. Perry should have pushed him off but he was only human afterall and damn Harry knew how to move his tongue. What the fuck was Harmony going on about? The was nothing wrong with Harry’s technique. Once you got him going that was. And...oh, God! Was that his teeth nibbling his lip? He groaned involuntarily and Harry quickly followed suit in perfect imitation of him. The sound sent vibrations through his groin and he felt his cock twitch in excitement.
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Must have moar.
lol I was going to try this prompt, but I'm glad you did it instead. I'm not nearly that funny.
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Thank you!
Oh, and finished. I write ridiculously fast. I swear my hand now looks like a claw!
(ps, I love your fills!)
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“Harry!” he cried pushing against his chest hard. Too hard as Harry flipped over and fell off the couch. “Oh, shit! Are you okay?”
“Constructive criticism would be preferred, Perry,” Harry grumbled, staring at him from the floor.
“Well, if you hadn’t decided to jump several steps, moron! You wouldn’t turn up for your first driving lesson in a Ferrari would you?”
“Nor would you turn up in a fucking go kart! You told me to go faster so I did! I put shift into overdrive and then you pulled on the brakes!” Harry scrambled back up on the sofa and glared at Perry in annoyance. “You’re such a backseat driver!”
“You utterly killed that metaphor, Harry. Let it rest in peace. Look, what I’m...”
“Simile.”
“What?”
“It’s not a metaphor it’s a simile.” Harry sat back on the sofa and crossed his arms smugly. “Simile,” he repeated.
“You utter idiot! It’s a...oh, forget it! Forget it. I’m just saying that this was supposed to be a lesson in kissing and it turned into something else. If it carried on things were going to get...awkward.”
“How many times do I have to say this? I am totally fine! I’m not freak...”
“WELL, I AM!” Perry startled them both with his yell and to his horror felt his face redden in an embarrassed blush.
“I don’t understand?” Harry tilted his head in concern. In answer Perry indicated to his jeans where a clear bulge was visible.
“Look, I’m sorry, Harry. I...” He broke off on seeing Harry’s wide grin.
“I did that? Me? That was because you were kissing me?” He looked fit to burst with pride.
“Why isn’t that freaking you out? Harry, I just got wood from kissing you!” At this Harry gave a fey little clap in delight.
“You should be awkwardly backing out of here, keeping your back to the wall!”
“Let me get this straight. Well, not straight. I guess that’s not the right word is it? Let me get this right, in other circumstances you would not be averse to kissing me?” Harry leaned forward and stared solemnly into his eyes.
“...I guess not? I mean. You’re a total idiot, you’re messy, you’re clumsy and not my usual type at all but...yeah in other circumstances I suppose...” Perry’s heart beat wildly in his chest, the pounding sounding in his brain. What the fuck was going on?
“I have a confession to make. Please don’t be mad!” Harry placed an reassuring hand on his thigh that did nothing to quell the desire in his stomach. “I know how to kiss just fine.”
Perry stared at him in confusion for a moment, the silence seeming to stretch into millennia. If Harry knew how to kiss then what the hell had this whole evening been about? Unless? He stared back at the man, his mouth gaping in a tiny O shape.
“It was my way of testing the waters. I know it was stupid! But other than throwing us mortal peril I couldn’t think how to jump you and you not punch me. I wasn’t expecting...well that reaction. Not that I’m complaining! And I know you are probably really, really pissed but maybe we can look back on this and laugh. Hopefully in the same town I mean. Are you mad? You’re really mad aren’t you? I guess...” This time it was Perry that silenced him with his lips.
“Harry?” he murmured into the man’s mouth. “Shut up and use your tongue for something useful.”
THE END. OMG!
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I hope so! I'm going to gage the reaction. If people don't scratch my eyes out with car keys and yell PISS OFF BACK TO SHERLOCKKINK than I'll go looking for another prompt!
(Harry would reply but his mouth is full at the minute)
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