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... )
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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