Kink Meme: Part the First
PROMPT POST #1
Get kinking!
Rules, preferably to be read before prompting/filling.
~*THE OFFICIAL TH KINK MEME DELICIOUS ARCHIVE*~
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Get kinking!
Rules, preferably to be read before prompting/filling.
~*THE OFFICIAL TH KINK MEME DELICIOUS ARCHIVE*~
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Filled Prompts
No. He wasn’t going there. This was a one time thing, because he was lonely and horny and broke. The way Bill was paying him, it was going to stay a one time thing too.
He jumped as Bill knocked on the door. “Not too clean, remember? You shouldn’t need much longer than that…”
Tom rolled his eyes, and reached for the soap.
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Once he got Tom out of the shower, Bill didn’t waste any time. He’d been in there all of ten minutes, but with the state Bill was working himself into it had started to feel like hours.
Something told Bill that sitting still through dinner was going to be painful.
As soon as Tom was dressed he hauled him into the living room, making sure he didn’t give him chance to stop and look around. If he did, Tom would probably end up staring around the room, probably with his mouth open too, and really there was no point in his mouth being that far open unless there was something in it.
He pushed Tom back onto the couch and straddled him, tilting his head back and pressing their mouths together. Tom began to kiss him back at once, sliding his hands up and over Bill’s back and jerking his hips up as Bill ground down against him.
Given the chance, Bill would have stripped Tom naked and fucked him there and then. He was certainly horny enough to want to fuck him through the couch, and the way Tom was kissing him left him no doubts about Tom’s side of things. He was just as into it as Bill was. He leaned down to breathe him in, and under the smell of fresh soap there was still the distinctive edge of sweat and grit that had drawn Bill to him in the first place. Good.
He kissed him again and then pulled away, pausing to take another deep breath of him and then leaning down and nibbling experimentally at the side of Tom’s neck. Tom moaned under him, and his arms tightened across Bill’s back. Bill bit again, harder this time, and was rewarded with a much deeper moan, and another jerky thrust of Tom’s hips.
“You like that?” He asked breathlessly. Tom just nodded, eyes half closed.
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Tom wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not when Bill’s housekeeper called through from the kitchen to let them know that dinner was ready. There was no denying that it was good food though, and not only had he cleared his own plate, but also the last of Bill’s as well. If there had been a dessert planned, he’d have probably cleared that too.
Instead, Bill had more or less dragged him toward the bedroom as soon as Tom had put his fork down, leaving his housekeeper in the kitchen sorting through the contents of Tom’s backpack for things that needed washing.
Bill’s apartment was huge. His living room alone was bigger than Georg’s whole apartment, and Tom was confident that some of the artwork on the walls was worth more than the house he’d grown up in. It was hard work not to stare too much, although as he did it dawned on him that Bill really could afford everything he was going to pay him, and probably wouldn’t even miss it.
Without his boots on, Bill was more or less exactly the same height as Tom, save for a few inches added by his hair, and Tom had gotten a pretty good feel of him while they were making out on the couch. They seemed to be more or less the same size and build too, which left Tom thinking that if it came right down to it he could always steal some of Bill’s clothes. He needed some work outfits anyway, for when he managed to get a real job, and a brat like Bill was bound to have more clothes than he’d ever miss…
His thoughts stopped dead as they entered the bedroom. Bill’s bed alone was bigger than his childhood bedroom, and it looked like he had not one, but two walk-in closets. One of them looked like it was nothing but shoes. A lot of shoes.
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