Panties, NC-17
Title: Panties
Author: kkscatnip
Words/Time: 647, 13 min
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Enthusiasm
Notes: Same character as from here. Sort of an introspection piece, into Corin's biggest kink and why he's shy about it.
Corin figures out when he's fourteen that maybe his sexual interests aren't, you know, a hundred percent. He could blame the internet, if he wanted, since he's been on it since he was ten years old (and he can type 103 words per minute, for all the good it does at a fine arts university) but mostly he thinks it's just his own special brand of sexuality.
He likes pain. He likes dominance. He likes crossdressing. He likes submission. He even likes Nazis. He likes girls; he likes boys. He likes furry art, if it's well-done. (Then again, he has that prerequisite for all of the art he jacks off to: must be well-done.)
To put it shortly, he likes everything.
And he has no one to share it with, at seventeen. He's afraid to say anything to his classmates-- the ones he fucks, anyway-- because this is high school and they're bound to think he's weird and it's just. Awkward.
But whatever. He has time, he figures.
Then he goes to college and ends up dating his roommate, Justin, and doing nearly everything kinky that either of them can think of. They even have sex during class, once, with Justin's hand down Corin's pants and-- it's fantastic.
The only things they don't do are things that are feminine; Justin is very gay. Very, very gay. When Corin mentions panties Justin responds with outrage and, well, so there's one thing, one thing that Corin can't quite share and he feels kind of silly, the first time he ends up outside De Soie et Dentelle. It's a women's lingerie shop, but there's a gay man who works there and so Corin goes in on the man's shift.
Etienne. He's the son of the owners, and he flirts the way other people breathe, and on Corin's first time in he events some fairy-tale bullshit Redhead Discount and gives the panties-- Corin's first pair, actually, because he never had the balls to just go and buy any before and now he feels so free, even if there's still some trepidation over the kink.
"Maybe you'll wear them for me sometime," Etienne says, and winks, and hands Corin his little bag. Corin shoves the pink plastic bag into his manpurse and leaves with his cheeks still red from blushing.
The panties are black lace. Soft lace. Corin takes them out of the bag only when he's locked in his room, and flops down on his bed and feels a bit silly but-- they're beautiful. They smell like starch, and will need a wash before he can wear them properly, but he's already hard so that really must be a good sign.
He gets his jeans off with shaky hands, and reaches down without looking, the panties wrapped around his hand, and wraps his hand and the panties around his cock. The touch of the fabric makes him gasp, then makes his breath hitch, and he opens his eyes and looks and he can't help it, he really can't help the way the orgasm rips through him, leaving him there gasping and panting and with a pair of black panties come-splattered.
Corin licks them off after, and is hard again already, so he rolls onto his belly and buries his face against the panties and reaches down and jacks himself off and comes again startlingly fast. He's covered in sweat, too, and wants to do nothing more than nap but there's this laugh that bubbles out, breathless, hah, hah, hah.
Panties are a go, he thinks, and buries his face in them once more. Now all he has to do is find a boyfriend who likes the sight of Corin in them, or is willing to wear them. Or, in the best case, both.
Author: kkscatnip
Words/Time: 647, 13 min
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Enthusiasm
Notes: Same character as from here. Sort of an introspection piece, into Corin's biggest kink and why he's shy about it.
Corin figures out when he's fourteen that maybe his sexual interests aren't, you know, a hundred percent. He could blame the internet, if he wanted, since he's been on it since he was ten years old (and he can type 103 words per minute, for all the good it does at a fine arts university) but mostly he thinks it's just his own special brand of sexuality.
He likes pain. He likes dominance. He likes crossdressing. He likes submission. He even likes Nazis. He likes girls; he likes boys. He likes furry art, if it's well-done. (Then again, he has that prerequisite for all of the art he jacks off to: must be well-done.)
To put it shortly, he likes everything.
And he has no one to share it with, at seventeen. He's afraid to say anything to his classmates-- the ones he fucks, anyway-- because this is high school and they're bound to think he's weird and it's just. Awkward.
But whatever. He has time, he figures.
Then he goes to college and ends up dating his roommate, Justin, and doing nearly everything kinky that either of them can think of. They even have sex during class, once, with Justin's hand down Corin's pants and-- it's fantastic.
The only things they don't do are things that are feminine; Justin is very gay. Very, very gay. When Corin mentions panties Justin responds with outrage and, well, so there's one thing, one thing that Corin can't quite share and he feels kind of silly, the first time he ends up outside De Soie et Dentelle. It's a women's lingerie shop, but there's a gay man who works there and so Corin goes in on the man's shift.
Etienne. He's the son of the owners, and he flirts the way other people breathe, and on Corin's first time in he events some fairy-tale bullshit Redhead Discount and gives the panties-- Corin's first pair, actually, because he never had the balls to just go and buy any before and now he feels so free, even if there's still some trepidation over the kink.
"Maybe you'll wear them for me sometime," Etienne says, and winks, and hands Corin his little bag. Corin shoves the pink plastic bag into his manpurse and leaves with his cheeks still red from blushing.
The panties are black lace. Soft lace. Corin takes them out of the bag only when he's locked in his room, and flops down on his bed and feels a bit silly but-- they're beautiful. They smell like starch, and will need a wash before he can wear them properly, but he's already hard so that really must be a good sign.
He gets his jeans off with shaky hands, and reaches down without looking, the panties wrapped around his hand, and wraps his hand and the panties around his cock. The touch of the fabric makes him gasp, then makes his breath hitch, and he opens his eyes and looks and he can't help it, he really can't help the way the orgasm rips through him, leaving him there gasping and panting and with a pair of black panties come-splattered.
Corin licks them off after, and is hard again already, so he rolls onto his belly and buries his face against the panties and reaches down and jacks himself off and comes again startlingly fast. He's covered in sweat, too, and wants to do nothing more than nap but there's this laugh that bubbles out, breathless, hah, hah, hah.
Panties are a go, he thinks, and buries his face in them once more. Now all he has to do is find a boyfriend who likes the sight of Corin in them, or is willing to wear them. Or, in the best case, both.