aka Lolitics is my 6th sense
Welcome to our glorious sixth post.
That's right: 6! But let's move on to not bore you with interesting facts ;)
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That's right: 6! But let's move on to not bore you with interesting facts ;)
All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
Otherwise it will get very chaotic.
Places of interest:
1) Unfilled prompts can be found on ( Read more... )
David had rushed out in a flustered-hurry less than 5 minutes of Nick coming in, stranding Sam with a rather upset baby girl, and with herself behind schedule to take the kids to school, it was not a good morning for Samantha Cameron. But Nick had turned out to be a Godsend, right up until Florence decided to pay him in kind with a gift of her own.
“Don’t worry about it. Rather me than you as your dress would be ruined.” Nick bends over the carrier on the kitchen table, his face contorting in funny ways as he gets closer to the giggling baby, who makes a grab for his nose but settles on a finger he offers instead, which she happily squeezes; kicking out her feet in joy.
Nick whispers to her, “Don't worry. It happens to the best of us.”
Sam continues at an awkward angle to dab off the sick with a cloth but it’s simply no use. “It’s hopeless; it won’t come off, even remotely.”
Nick shrugs and smiles charmingly to lessen Sam’s worry, “It wouldn’t be the first time, Miguel plastered me before the Mary Nightingale interview.”
Sam’s shock is quickly followed by side splitting laughter as he gestures with his hands, exaggerating where it went. “Yeah, that was Miriam’s reaction too.” Nick pouts, “And then she said ‘Better you than me’ and continued to laugh a bit more.” Sam herself continues to laugh too.
“Well I can’t let you go about in a dirty suit, not when you have interviews today. I’m sure I can find one of David’s that will fit and doesn’t look too...” Sam tries to pick her words carefully, “Davidish?”
Nick giggles but nods, “Thank you, although the press reaction would be rather hilarious. Not only are they sharing power but also clothes, what next?” Nick playfully grins and raises an eyebrow at Sam, causing her to smack him on the arm. “You’re awful.”
Nick smiles smugly, “Yes, yes I am.”
“I suppose you better take a shower too actually.” Nick looks at her knowingly; playful grin still in place. “You just want to get me naked don’t you?” Sam face palms while Nick laughs, before turning back to tickle Florence under the chin making her burble; smiles all round.
“Towels are in the left hand cupboard okay? And I’ll leave the suit on the bed.” Nick nods with robe and towel in hand before walking into the Number 11 bathroom, the Cameron’s en-suite. The bathroom is still hot and steamy from David’s shower, the tiles and shower doors covered in condensation.
Slipping off his remaining clothes, Nick folds them neatly despite their disarray before he jumps into the shower, turning the brass knobs accordingly until he has the temperature he likes. The hot water washes over him, soaking his hair and running errands down his spine, muscles loosening at the warmth and cares fading along with it.
However, this lull of dreaminess causes Nick to lose his balance and side step over his left foot, and for his hip to brush against something he had not seen through the misted haze of the shower door. A rather large, realistic dildo stuck to the far end of the shower.
Nick blinks a couple of times, not quite believing it; staring at it completely bewildered until his fingers become curious of the texture.
However, those fingers stop just before the head as Nick’s mind catches up with his body. ‘What are you doing?! It’s not yours.’
Nick bites his lip at the thought though, images of curious filled nights at University and of more recent times; Miriam pegging him coming to the forefront of his mind, making his body react and cock stir.
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Absolutely loving this so far, cuteflirty Nick and SamCam. <3 very excited for the rest, this has always been one of my favourite prompts!
oops deanon! D:
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Nick’s blue eyes cast back to the dildo, seemingly waiting, almost beckoning him to give in and so Nick can’t resist; unscrewing the bottle, hands shaking just a little, he empties the green substance onto his palm.
Nick’s breathing quickens in anticipation as he coats the dildo, making sure it’s completely covered but also loving the feel of it, urging him to finally take himself in hand with a long and leisurely stroke.
Sucking in air, Nick shudders at the comparison, fingertips taking in the texture of the dildo and his own cock, and how scarily realistic the moulded toy with its ridges and firmness feels to his own. ‘It feels so real. Oh God, how good it must feel.’
Nick moans wantonly, his forehead coming to thud against the glass door; he just can’t not do it, it just looks too good.
Turning round, Nick presses his ass to the dildo and rubs just a little, teasingly sinking it between his ass cheeks but not penetrating, not just yet. He’s prays thanks for it being the right height, but as fingers seek with more makeshift lube to slip downwards, over the small of his back and ass cheeks to prepare himself, the thought awakens him to a conclusion.
'It must be David’s. There’s no way its Sam’s, she would’ve rushed up to take it down.'
'Oh God, David does this to himself, he did it before he left.'
He’d looked so flushed and bothered, barely said a word to him or been able to look him in the eye. He’d even forgotten to give Sam a kiss goodbye; she’d had to call him back in dismay, his excuse was on being late for an early meeting with George.
Meeting my ass, or his ass to be precise; making Nick moan again and withdraw his fingers. He can’t wait any longer.
Trying to remember to breathe, Nick eases himself down onto the smooth head of the suction-cupped toy, making him hiss and bite his lip as gradually it sinks into him, getting easier as his muscles relax around the intruding, uncannily-realistic, plastic mould.
Nick’s whole body racks with a shudder realising he's buried to the hilt; he’s never felt so complete. ‘This is how David must feel.’
‘David has used this, he fucks himself with it, and now you are. You are on his dildo. What would it be like...’
Nick moans and thrusts back upon it, trying to picture what it would be like if it were David. Fucking him deeply, grasping onto his hips and taking him with complete abandon, like when Miriam becomes overwhelmed and so into it when she’s pegging him, that her nails bite into his skin enough to draw blood and paint bruises over his skin.
What would it feel like to have the real thing, to have David taking him instead, and marking him?
At that David walks into the bedroom, questioning Sam, “What tie are you on about woman? I don’t own a yellow tie.”
David’s confusion at his wife’s insistence however, disappears as he hears moans of pleasure coming from the bathroom, the gravel-like-timbre familiar, and with the running water highlighting the shower, reminds David what he left on the wall. 'But no, he wouldn’t. Would he?'
Images flood his mind of Nick fucking himself on the greatest gift George ever gave him, in order to keep his urges in check and therefore his hands off Nick, but with his mind occupied his feet find their way to the door and his ear finds itself pressed to the wood.
David licks his lips; those moans are the same as in his dreams, just how he imagined. His fingers twitch around the doorknob; he needs to see, he can’t help himself.
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David is panting, chest heaving but lungs unable to get enough air at witnessing the sight before him; this is better than any fantasy he’s ever had, and watching Nick’s hips jut and back arch David knows he’s close.
David’s blue eyes follow an invisible line down Nick’s body, dripping with a mixture of water and sweat, wandering low to see the man’s strong hand wrapped around his dick, so proudly erect that David just can’t help himself.
Not even bothering to remove his suit, David opens the shower door and jumps in; joining his deputy for the last few moments. Capturing Nick’s mouth, David smothers the moan of his name as his fingers entwine with Nick’s around the man’s cock, and pumping just once before his deputy comes with a cry, shooting across David’s soaked through shirt.
Nick’s legs wobble, knees threatening to give out but not before David presses him backwards, burying the dildo deep inside him once again and eliciting a cry of raw sensitivity. But David’s tender kisses dull the ache, the man’s hands cupping his face and body aligning with every curve of Nick’s, and with the wetness, only accentuates David’s growing need against his hip.
Nick threads a hand into his damp hair while the other drifts low to cup him through the material of his trousers, the soaked cotton heavy and adding friction to every squeeze and rub of Nick’s palm.
They rock into each other, David desperate but Nick unhurried, half out of tiredness and half out of tease, making the Prime Minister whine and gasp breathless words of neediness, and having wanted this for so long, until finally he comes with Nick’s name on his lips.
“Meeting with George my ass.” Nick says after a few minutes of silence. David laughs, lifting his forehead from Nick’s and manages to muster enough energy to stare back at his blue eyed deputy, with an all knowing look. “Share more than power, aye?”
‘She’d done this on purpose.’ But Nick’s moment of realisation passes quickly, for him to retort, “Well, Sam is rather lovely.”
Nick’s cheeky laughter however, is cut short by David kissing him silent again. The older man grinning happily because at last, he finally has Nick in his arms and David knows, he is quite happy to stay there.
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new favourite fic. thank you so much for sharing,, anonauthor
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