Cloud no. 9
1) 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.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
It was weird and surreal, and David was still touching him, but Ed looked frightened and hopeful, so that Douglas wanted nothing more than to reassure him. It was different to David’s kiss, because he was the one to lead, and Ed yielded to him, all pliable heat and soft breathy noises.
He felt light headed when he pulled away, and he realised that David had been watching, intently. That was strange, he thought, but then it made sense because David put his fingers to Ed’s jaw and turned him to face him, sliding their mouths together. It shouldn’t have been hot, but it was, and he let his own hand take over where David had left off, watching as David stripped Ed with the same calm efficiency he had employed earlier.
Then they were naked on David’s bed, all three of them, and it should have been awful and awkward, but it wasn’t, because it felt like he’d known them both forever, and he wanted them both, quite desperately. It grew hard to tell where one sensation left off, and the next began, because Ed’s mouth was incredible against his neck, and David’s fingers were skilled against his cock, working their way lower, even as he looked Douglas in the eye and said, in a voice rougher than he’d ever heard from David, “I want to watch you fuck my brother.”
Ed gasped at the words, and Douglas bit at his own lip, because he could feel Ed’s other reaction, pushing against his thigh. David took charge, the way he always did, and rearranged them so that Ed was pressed back against the pillows and Douglas’ was pressing a slickened finger inside him.
“You look so pretty,” David crooned, and it wasn’t for his ears, though he agreed with the sentiment, the sight of Ed flushed and wanting something that far surpassed his imaginings. He wondered about how they had got here, and how he had been wrong in his analysis of David’s intentions. David would share, but only if he was there to supervise.
Ed keened as he hit the right spot, arching up into his touch, and David touched himself, kissed Ed to keep him quiet. It was no wonder, Douglas thought, even as the want coursed through his own veins, as he scissored his fingers inside Ed, that most of the office were convinced that the Milibands weren’t quite normal.
Not that it mattered. Not when Ed was gasping his name, begging him,
“Do it now, Douglas. Please, please, do it now.”
It was too much, he couldn’t wait, and when David handed him a condom Ed submitted to him eagerly, pushing back into his touch, whining and whimpering. It made him feel desperate, the entire situation, and he could feel Ed’s hand between them, couldn’t hold off, though it was still embarrassingly early.
He felt boneless and breathless as he collapsed to the side, and he kissed Ed clumsily, let Ed twist his fingers in his hair, frantic, as David took his place. He watched, half shocked, but skin tingling, as David spread his legs, replaced Ed’s hands with his own and drove them both closer, until Ed was almost sobbing, and then over the edge, finally.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” Ed asked quietly once David had disappeared to wash up and make tea, like nothing had even happened. Ed was gnawing at his lip, so clearly worried, and Douglas considered the question, just for a moment. It wouldn’t look good, he decided, telling the world he’d just gotten off with the Miliband brothers. Simultaneously.
So he smiled at Ed, and kissed his cheek, just because he could, and said,
“Of course not.”
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Everything I wanted and more. Thank you, fabulous authoranon that I now love dearly.
It was much better than my intensely sexual dreams.
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xD In the only vaguely lolitical dream I've had I was with friends heckling DMil for being too right wing. I woke up and was like, I don't need to be asleep to do that. Lol.
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David would share, but only if he was there to supervise.
Touch of creepy (er, creepier than the usual incestuous wrong type, that is) which I rather loved.
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