Prompt Post #1
Welcome to the Shassie Kink Meme, and our first prompt post! Please read the rules before participating!
[Rules]1. Your kink is not my kink and that's okay! Please be respectful of others. Don't kinkshame, hijack peoples' threads, or flame other people ( Read more... )
[Rules]1. Your kink is not my kink and that's okay! Please be respectful of others. Don't kinkshame, hijack peoples' threads, or flame other people ( Read more... )
"Not with you," Lassie said, stretching his arms up as much as the cuffs would allow, lean body arching off the bed.
"Avoiding the question," Shawn accused teasingly as he slicked his finger, went back to probing at his ass.
"Stating fact."
"Which I already knew." Raised his own eyebrows back at him as he slowly worked his way to the first knuckle. "So the answer's obviously a 'yes', but who with?"
"No one you know."
"I know lots of people, Lassie. You don't know everyone I know. There might be some overlap. And," he sank his finger all the way in, stretching slowly, listening to Lassiter's breath shudder, "I don't know how slutty you are underneath those bad suits and Catholic repression."
Chuckled quietly, "Can't sense it, psychic?"
"I could try to commune with the spirits, or I could fuck you. Take a pick."
Sighed, "Are those my only two options?"
"Might be the only options you get from here on out if you're as tight as you feel." Grinned when Lassie's ears went pink again, when his hips made an unintentional movement, jerking up as Shawn located his prostate.
"There he is," Shawn said brightly, stroking over it again and again, watching as Lassiter's lashes fluttered with the effort of staying open before he allowed his eyes to close, a moan fighting its way out of his mouth. "Ready to tap out yet?"
Gritted his teeth, "Not even a little."
"Good." He pulled his fingers out to a groan of disappointment. Slicked them again, generous with the lube he pushed in, smirking, pleased, with the way the body beneath him opened up, the way he shuddered at the chill.
Used his free hand to grab Lassie's dick, pulling it in slow strokes, eyes roving over every inch of his body, watching the unintentional ways he struggled, seeking more, wanting control. Felt his smile quirk wider.
"Today, Spencer," he gritted out, circling his hips to grind on his fingers.
God, he loved winding him up. Loved watching that impatience flit across his face, the way he tried to take control even after he'd willingly given it up. Made bossy little hip movements until Shawn pressed closer, Lassiter's thighs sliding over his own, still clothed, the angle making it difficult for him to be subtle. It made his wrist ache, but it was tolerable to see him writhe.
"Could you come like this?" His voice had dropped in tone, smooth, commanding. Circled his loose fist around the head of Lassie's dick, feeling it twitch, warm precome sticky on his fingers. "Just like this," rubbed over his prostate with relentless precision until Lassiter's chest was rising, falling with heaving breath, arching for it, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth to keep himself grounded, keep any sounds from escaping. "And nothing else?"
"Bet you could," Shawn murmured. "Wanna find out? I have all day, Lassie."
The first clatter of the handcuffs against the bed almost felt like victory. The muscles in Lassiter's arms strained, futile, before his hands reached up, grasping at the slats like it would help him. Shawn could see sweat starting to bead on his skin, watched as his head went back, baring the arch of his throat as he gave a strangled moan.
It was something, but it wasn't enough. Shawn wanted him begging, wanted him shaking with it, uncontrollable, out of his mind. Seeing Lassiter come was one thing; seeing him unravel completely wasn't something he'd had the pleasure of enjoying just yet.
That would change. Hopefully today.
He worked him until he bucked, arched, lips parting into such a pretty face that Shawn almost regretted his need to follow through on his plan. Released him and slid his fingers out, listening to the sound of his breath coming in and out, trying to calm himself. Slowly stripped the rest of his clothes off, watching as Lassie's expression clammed up, as he went back into himself, hiding from the undeniable truth they both knew.
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He had to like it. It was the only reason Shawn could think of that he'd keep coming back after he got the first fuck out of his system.
Settled back between Lassiter's thighs, letting his cock slide against his own, grinding sensually as he stretched up the length of his body, nipping at his exposed neck, his jaw, licking away sweat before murmuring into his skin. "Tell me what you want."
Lassiter didn't answer, but he pushed his hips up with a tiny 'mmph'.
"Or would you rather me tell you what you're gonna get?" Spread his hands on Lassiter's shoulders, pressing closer to his ear, drawing it into his mouth, gently biting.
"Fucking- Hurry up, Spencer."
Shawn smirked, leaning back to sit, tearing open a condom packet and smoothing it on. Coated his dick with lube before rubbing obscenely against Lassiter's ass, slipping against him, grinding and watching as he tried to grind back, tried to plead without words.
His hands spread Lassie's thighs, rubbing too close to his dick and then down to cup his ass, shuffling forward until he was basically in his lap. His cock nestled in the groove of his butt, sliding, and Shawn luxuriated in it with long, slow rolls of his hips, moaning prettily.
Teased because he could, because he could feel the impatience like it was tangible in the space between them, because Lassiter bit back something that sounded close to a whine. "Say it, Lassie," he ordered smoothly, watching him with dark eyes, lips tilted into an easy smirk. "Tell me what you need."
Lassiter's eyes clenched closed, body shuddering as Shawn's hand wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly, fingers light. "Or," he murmured, "I could leave you all tied up here and go catch up on literally anything on Netflix. Your choice."
"Like you don't want it," he growled.
"Oh, I do." Grinned lazily, reaching up with one hand to pat Lassiter's cheek until he opened his eyes, looked at him with his blown pupils, with his face flushed. "And I'll jerk off onto you if I have to before going on my merry way."
Lassiter's cock jerked, and fuck, Shawn loved this about him, loved how pliant he could be, how his imagination filled in gaps and turned even the simplest statements into his hottest fantasies, how he could work himself up over barely anything at all.
He'd have to teach him to use some of that imagination when it came to work, but that was a lesson for another time. "Say it," he urged, pressing his hips forward, letting his breath catch as his eyelashes fluttered. Leaned closer, mouth on his skin, wanting to hear even if he tried to whisper, wanting to hear everything he tried to hide.
Felt the body beneath him go tense before it relaxed, surrendered at least a little. Permitted himself to murmur, "Fuck me."
Shawn rewarded him with a firm kiss, letting his stubble rub against his skin, sure that he would feel it tomorrow before he leaned back enough to lead his cock to Lassiter's hole. Pressed against the resistance there. Then breathed, "Again."
Got to see the rage as it flickered across Lassiter's face, watch his arms flex and jerk against the cuffs like he could pull Shawn in himself. Grinned, watching his turmoil, waiting for him to back out - and knowing that he wouldn't, that it was a point of pride that he wouldn't. Felt something in his chest catch as Lassiter's body arched, hips rolling sinfully. Let it pass through his lips again, "Fuck me." Like a curse or a prayer, and since he'd been nice enough to obey, Shawn reached between them, adjusted himself, pressed in until Lassie's body opened up for him, until he was sinking into his inviting heat.
Went as slow as he could stand, back arched as he reined in the instinct to twitch, thrust, take. Lassiter's breathing stuttered, stilled for a moment before coming back, harder, heavier. It'd been a while. Shawn's fingers looped around his cock, pulling a slow stroke up it and a ragged moan from Lassie's lips.
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"Cut the crap," Lassiter bit out.
"Mm," Shawn hummed, considering. "Don't want me to tell you how pretty you are? How I want to love all over you?"
He grit his teeth, forcing the words out even as Shawn rocked slowly into him, "I get enough of your bullshit when I don't have your dick in my ass, so if you would save it."
Something shifted in his mind, pieces clicking into place, but Shawn shoved them aside. This was here, and now, and Lassie groaned again, arching beneath him, hips twitching into Shawn's grip then back on his cock.
"Fine," he agreed, thumbing the slit of his cock, pressing in and pulling back, letting the string of precome slick his fingers as he wrapped them firmly around his length. "Sweet nothings on hold until further notice." Pulled himself up until he was sitting on his knees, mourning the loss of intimacy for only a moment before he released Lassiter's cock, leading his long legs over his shoulders, almost surprised with how easily Lassiter complied, allowing Shawn to thrust deeper into him, to take more of his control away.
The cuffs clanged as his body arched, eyes flying open to stare, unseeing at the ceiling, as Shawn moved in him, a moan catching in his own chest when Lassie felt so good, when he tightened around him and relaxed again, practically inviting.
Let him bite his lips pink trying to contain himself, as Shawn's hands found his hips, keeping him steady and still as he fucked into him. The bed creaked, the cheap mattress squeaked - Shawn could hardly hear them over the deep groans Lassiter tried to hide. He made so many soft, pretty noises; so many needy movements, practically begging though he wasn't there yet. His cock lay against his body, bobbing with their movements, turning angrier shades of red as the minutes dragged on.
He wouldn't touch it, not yet, not until they both got what they were looking for.
Lassie's eyes clamped closed, hands curling into futile fists, gripping at the headboard as he fucked himself back, seeking even more, even when every rocking movement wrought a desperate noise from his tongue, his body rising and falling from the heaves of air.
The way his body writhed, the way he sounded all tightly-strung and desperate even if he wasn't to the point of breaking or even bending, if he wasn't going to give Shawn what he wanted beyond all the ways he already had.
His rhythm stuttered, a moan shaking through his lungs, fingernails denting into his hips before he started up again, before he was going faster, skin making sharp slapping sounds as he fucked into him.
He cheated, maybe a little, reaching between them, rubbing his fingers so lightly up and down the length of Lassiter's dick, feeling it throb for him. Lassiter moaned, spreading his legs as much as he could, pushing for it, but Shawn wouldn't, even if it drove them both nuts. Even if it took them to the edge of what they could handle.
Lassiter's eyes opened, fixed solidly on his own, determination flashing onto his face. One of his legs stretched down his back, the heel digging into his spine, pulling him close as his hips moved, rode him hard, using the new leverage to his advantage and then he squeezed around him, taking him as deep as their bodies would allow.
Shawn realized too late what was happening, that he was coming, shaking from the force of it. His hands braced on the bed, hips bucking forward, pounding through it until he practically collapsed on top of Lassie, burying his face into his happy trail and shuddering through it. His heartbeat rushed in his ears, drowning out the rest of the noise, leaving him in relatively simple bliss until the body beneath his arched again, twitched, squeezed around him, and Shawn scooted back, his sensitized cock aching from the stimulation.
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He sat up slowly, raising his eyes up the trembling body to see Lassie all red-faced and open, unable to mask any part of his desperation. "Please," he whispered like it would derive the word of its power, "please, Shawn."
Shawn hadn't won. He hadn't been able to prove- it hardly mattered, now that it was done. Even with all the cards in his hand, it still hadn't been enough.
But he could be a gracious loser. Sometimes. And he could give him better than he was asking for. Sank down his body until he got to Lassiter's dick where it lay, red and wet and waiting. Shawn didn't have much energy to give to it, but it wouldn't take much to send Lassiter over the edge. Reached between his legs to slip two fingers into his ass as his other hand fed his fat cock into his mouth, crooking his fingers against his prostate while giving possibly the sloppiest blowjob of his life.
Lassie bucked up with a loud shout, coming into his mouth, and Shawn milked him through it, swallowing as much as he could and licking up what remained after.
By the time he leaned back, the quick release had been activated on the cuffs, letting Lassiter free and leaving him feeling somewhat lost.
For the millionth time in his life, he had a crazy idea. It wouldn't work. It definitely wouldn't be what Lassiter wanted from him.
But for the first time in his life, it involved going slow. It involved actually getting coffee when they went back to each other's house, of going on walks on the pier, of trying something new and different that neither of them had signed up for.
This wasn't that.
It had never been.
He had known that. He had welcomed it, and-
Chapped lips pressed against his own, chaste but warm, pulling him out of the frantic feedback loop of his own thoughts. Without thinking, Shawn reached up, clasping his face, deepening the kiss, and without complaining, Lassiter let him. Kissed him back without hesitation, soft and tentative but nonetheless there when Shawn had failed.
When they parted, there was a moment's awkward silence. "You know," Shawn said, picking up the discarded condom and relocating it to his trash. "I've never been good at passing tests."
"You scored a 100 on your Detective's Exam." A beat. Shawn didn't meet his eyes. "When you were a kid." Another beat. "Higher than either me or-"
"Okay, fine," Shawn said with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms and feeling suddenly self conscious about the fact that he was naked in his own bedroom. "I do pretty good on tests. You got me. You win."
Lassiter looked him over, searching, curious, before he spoke again, carefully. "Spencer."
"What," Shawn demanded petulantly, edging towards his pants.
"Just because I won doesn't mean you didn't do what I wanted you to."
Shawn froze. Lifted his head to stare at him, eyes big and owl-like. "What," he repeated like a broken record.
Lassiter looked away, his flush deepening. Muttered under his breath, "I liked this."
Shawn bounced on the mattress when he landed, grinning brightly as he pinned him down for another heavy kiss. "I liked this, too," he confessed in the breath between the first and the second.
It wasn't 'I like you', but that could come maybe after round two, or someday when Lassiter wouldn't think he was sex-stupid and thinking with a more southerly part of his anatomy. At least there would be more, and that felt like a 'win'.
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