Kinky Monday the Third?
Another week, another Monday. So, once again, stealing the idea shamelessly from tiptoe39 and hosting another Kinky Monday.
If I still owe you fic (and there are six out there that I know of), then relax. They’re coming.
I’m setting this up then I’m crashing for a few more hours. I’m sick and my meds make me crazy. But I will still get to these, maybe ( Read more... )
They’re drinking Jack Daniel’s straight from the bottle because Jared accidentally broke his glass. It’s all sixes on whether this is a good thing though, because Misha mouths at the lip of the bottle when he’s thinking.
Jared lets his hands roam up Misha’s side, trailing his fingers over naked skin. He traces Misha’s ribs before thumbing his nipples. Nuzzling his face into the crook of Misha’s neck and shoulder, Jared hides a grin as Misha shudders and moans.
“You’re cheating,” Misha accuses. He lets the red chip slip into place before he starts to wiggle again, curling his fingers into Jared’s wrists and forcing his hands down.
Not to be defeated, Jared rests his palms on Misha’s thighs and starts fingering the inseams of his jeans. “You’re just scared you’ll lose,” Jared says. He presses a soft kiss to Misha’s shoulder, before he starts to nibble.
“It’s - oh! - Connect Four,” Misha manages. He rolls his head to the other side to give Jared more room to bite, slouching back against him. “I never lose at this game.” He sips from the bottle of Jack lazily, making soft sounds of pleasure every time Jared bites. “It’s your turn.”
“I know,” Jared mumbles. He nuzzles at the back of Misha’s neck, smiling. “I don’t care, place a piece for me.”
Misha obeys, not quite paying attention where he slots the black chip. “It kind of defeats the purpose,” Misha comments. “I was always going to win, but this is too easy.” He slides his own red chip in, before wiggling in Jared’s lap again, pressing down purposefully against Jared’s cock. “If I win, you’re fucking me over this table.”
“And if I win?” Jared asks. He picks at a black chip, slipping it into the game easily without looking. He’s more interested in rubbing the heel of his palm across Misha’s cock and listening to him moan loudly. “God, I love you.”
Misha snorts, arching into Jared’s touch. “Then you can fuck me over this table.”
Jared bites back a snort of laughter. He wraps his arms around Misha’s waist, pressing a kiss to the back of Misha’s neck. “You are something else,” he decides. Before Misha can say or do anything, Jared sweeps his arm out and knocks the Connect Four pieces to the ground. “Let’s just skip to the fun part.”
Misha splays himself across the table easily, letting his arms flop over the edge and wiggling his ass. “Fine, but we’re saying I won.”
Jared presses a kiss to Misha’s spine before he fumbles to undo Misha’s jeans, and he smiles into the sweaty skin. There are a million things he could say, but Misha’s been squirming and teasing across Jared’s lap for an hour now, and Jared would much rather just fuck him.
Besides, it’s not like Misha minds. He’s too busy scrambling to find purchase, something to dig his fingers into and hold on with to complain.
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*pops like a balloon*
You broke me. I will never think of Connect Four as anything but a dirty, dirty game ever ever again. fffffff. hooooooooooot. I mean, SO hot. and so jokey and adorable and them. I love you so much, babe. SO much.
Did I mention this is hot?
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