Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
"I've always got soldering to do," Dan replies. He braces one knee on the cot and leans in to kiss the ridge of Rorschach's collarbone, feather-soft. He feels Rorschach take a deep breath, then let it out. Fingers alight on the back of his head and burrow into his hair.
He trails his lips over the precise geometry of Rorschach's pectorals; not kissing exactly, not licking either, just softly mouthing at his skin. Whenever he finds a hard ridge of scar tissue he presses his tongue to it, then moves on.
Rorschach has a lot of scars.
One of Rorschach's hands slides through Dan's hair and settles on the back of his neck. His breathing is strictly regimented, and he probably thinks that he's giving nothing away. Dan smiles against his chest and flicks his tongue against his nipple; if he doesn't get as much of a reaction as he would like, he chooses to take it as a challenge rather than a slight.
He slides downwards, leaves one hand flat against Rorschach's nipple; it's a hard pebble against his palm. His nose drags against the lay of Rorschach's stomach, and he feels his muscles fluttering beneath taut skin and inkspatter freckles. Another scar, another wide swipe of Dan's tongue. The fingers of Dan's other hand dance along Rorschach's flanks; the skin there is even paler than the rest of him and incongruously soft, yielding.
He isn't ticklish. Dammit. Dan's fantasies of Rorschach writhing under his hands are rudely trashed.
"Nice try," Rorschach says, and if Dan didn't know any better, he'd think the son of a bitch was smirking. Indignant, Dan jabs him in the ribs. He is rewarded with a sharp inhale and the sudden rise of Rorschach's chest, the strain of whipcord muscle over his shoulders, the tensed sinew of his neck. There's barely a skim of fat on him; he's all lean alley-dog, wiry, resilient.
"God, you look great," he says. He feels his cheeks heat at the envy in his voice, and because they just don't say that kind of thing to each other. It's not that kind of relationship. He's just not that kinda guy, Dan thinks, and grins.
For his part, Rorschach seems as surprised as Dan is. A slow flush trickles down his neck, fans across his chest. He mutters something about Dan's dubious predilections, which segues into some nonsense about his glasses being fogged up.
"No, uh." Dan wets his lips. "Really. You have an incredible body."
Rorschach snorts, but doesn't make any overtures toward escape.
"I like to touch you," Dan tells him, experimentally. He rubs his hand slowly back and forth over Rorschach's chest, up his neck. He's very warm to the touch, sweating. "I wish you would let me. You know. More."
"Perverted," Rorschach says, knee-jerk. He makes it sound conversational.
Dan laughs, leans in to fold the mask behind Rorschach's ear. "No, that's not perverted," he murmurs, and tries his teeth on Rorschach's earlobe. He pauses for a moment to savor the barest gasp from his partner (and to assess the probability of another Rorschach-and-sex-related injury), then takes the plunge. "You want to hear perverted?"
Rorschach shifts on the mattress. He would probably insist that he's just making himself more comfortable, but the way he arches his back and lets his legs fall open a little as he moves is entirely telling. And, more importantly, he isn't saying, 'shut your dirty mouth, Daniel'.
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"I want to touch you, yeah," he says, mouth still at Rorschach's ear. He's glad Rorschach can't see his face like this; not because turnabout is fair play, but because he can't remember feeling so simultaneously embarrassed and turned on, and he's sure there's nothing sexy about his beet-red, greedy expression. "I wanna find out what you like, what gets you hot."
"Thought you said that wasn't perverted."
"I'm just warming up."
Rorschach appears to give Dan's statement some superficial consideration, then lies outrageously. "Nothing gets me hot."
"I'm not sure that's the truth, buddy," Dan says. He strokes his fingers down the inside of Rorschach's arm; his skin is soft there, too. So many soft spots for such a hard man. "I mean, doesn't it do something for you when you're jerking me off, to have me in your hands like that? Pain or pleasure, at your mercy?"
Rorschach shudders at his words; Dan hears him swallow with some difficulty.
"Don't you get off on getting me off?"
"No."
"Liar."
Rorschach whines, rough and short in the back of his throat. Dan isn't sure which of them is more surprised.
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jaskljdsld ... *wipes drool off face & keyboard*
You made black tar heroine on the internet Anon! Yayyyy!!!! *twitch*
There will be more coming won't there PusherAnon? Please?
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God, I love this fic. Pls to have less time between this and part 4, ja? T___T<3
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Stupid writer's block, stupid everything!
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Just so long as you haven't actually abandoned this, we're good.
Got any original fiction you could work on? That can help being blocked with fic.
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