2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
I never really expected this to take off so well, let alone end up with 4000+ comments. Now it's time for part 2!
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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For the second, sense is something they both have abundance of, on the ice. When awareness of your surroundings determines your status, sense is your best ally. Without sense, there is no navigating the ice, or the other bodies steadfastly circling and jockeying for position. Yet off the ice, away from coaches and family, sense has been abandoned. Sense tells them not to do this. Sense rallies in the back of both minds with the inevitable scenarios of being caught.
In both minds, sense is pushed aside, to be dealt with another day, another time.
Because little sense can be gleaned from this situation. What does a common, sensible person say to seeing a man being bound to a kotatsu? Include the conditions that he is naked, willingly takes his position on top of the table, and that his teammate directs him in these actions. A common, sensible person could only make one conclusion:
Sense, common or otherwise, is not present.
This particular evening has progressed differently than previous occurrences. They were limited in these uncommon interactions through the World Cup series and World Championships. JR's status has elevated. Winning an individual gold medal on the world stage does that. As his teammate, Apolo celebrated his win, their wins. The celebrations were sweet. Happy times. Hushed moans unfortunately are a poor substitute for their normal forms of celebration. Apolo, for his part, was not thinking of medals, or travels or the long training ahead. Only that they were overdue a proper celebration.
Dinner, normally, is first on the agenda. Apolo's appetite dictates as much. The one prior experience, without dinner first, left JR with abundantly clear bite marks along the backs of his thighs and upwards to his bottom. Days later the bruises were still sensitive. Sensitive, and tempting. Both partners found the urge to touch, press, rub particularly exhilarating. A guideline was stretched. Thursday's practice was unnerving. A new guideline was created. Always eat first. Then their first official rule: biting reserved for special occasions only.
Both stomachs are currently empty.
It's a guideline after all. Not a rule. Both partners are too eager. Absence always intensifies desire. JR is curled on top of the table. Quads to stomach, forearms to chest with his head resting on the back of his hands. Tension restraints, with no resistance, slide easily over wrists and ankles. Apolo knows the restraints won't be needed. They are JR's security blanket. A security Apolo allows. The worn knee pads JR slipped on before arranging himself on the table, they are required. Later, Apolo will use the slide of them to his advantage.
Right now, a curious partner is waiting for him. Curiosity is one of JR's many attributes. Without it, they would not have progressed to this level. For that reason, Apolo allows it. Indulges it when it serves his purpose. He anticipates it will work in his favor tonight. The last of the required items have been collected. On Apolo's return from the kitchen, he slows to appreciate the view. In the curled position, JR has his tell tale signs. His bottom slightly elevated, back arched to encourage the exposure.
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