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2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
“Perfect,” he whispers, fisting the hair before thrusting again.
This time Shaun was ready and sucked as hard as he could on the thrusts. Bode rubbed his hair and leaned in when Shaun rubbed the back of his tongue along the slit. Glancing down, Bode watched as the snowboarder’s lips pressed around his skin, somehow able to keep up with his increasing speed. Then he realized that Shaun knelt with his hands behind his back, doing all the work with that sassy, talented mouth. A tightening around his cock pulled Bode back into reality. He pushed further into that mouth, his slit rubbing against the back of Shaun’s tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
With that, he pushed Shaun’s head closer and began to grind with almost brutal force. Shaun pulled away whenever the tip of Bode’s length hit his throat, making the skier push him back into place. This back and forth was too much, and the skier came with a grunt just as Shaun managed to pull away. Half of the come hit his tongue, leaving the rest to trail down snow-pale skin. Bode stepped back enough to catch his breath and was too stunned to do more than huff in amusement when he saw Shaun’s face.
“Geez, kid,” he panted.
He took a lock of red hair and swiped it along Shaun’s chin and neck. Tucking himself back in with one hand, he put the come, slicked strands on the snowboarder’s lips. Shaun’s eyes fluttered as he licked and sucked on his own hair. A tear slipped when he opened his eyes.
“Warn me the next time you do that,” he muttered.
“That takes all the fun out of it,” Bode replied as he appraised Shaun’s arousal.
The snowboarder only sighed in response before shoving his hair over his shoulders, taking the time to conceal the still-sticky strands from view. Neither of them moved for a minute until they heard footsteps. Shaun shook his head and stood up, a soft “Damnit” almost inaudible in his breath.
“What?” Bode asked while giving him a baffled look.
“Behind you.”
Bode turned around and spotted someone gaping at them from the opposite end of the bathroom. The guy wore what looked like a Swiss team outfit, but Bode couldn’t quite place him.
“Know who he is?” Shaun asked.
Bode shook his head. “Saw him in Whistler but don’t know him.”
With that, he faced the interloper. “You didn’t see anything.”
The other man smirked and shook his head. “No. Know nothing.”
Shaun snickered as the voyeur took off. “Can’t believe you did that.”
“Can say the same for you,” Bode replied. “How’d you learn that trick with the zipper?”
“I’ll show you after the ceremonies, unless, you know, you wanna leave now.”
A lazy grin crossed the skier’s face. “Tempting, but I better behave myself and stick around.”
Shawn nodded. “I hear ya, but afterwards you’ll find out the other reason people call me Animal.”
Bode chuckled and dope slapped the younger man before leading them back to their seats.
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Oh shit, that story was so hot I got stuck in Spanish. Let me try again:
Oh my God! I love you!
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