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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,

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SEQUEL: More Than Words (8/9)

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Mercifully, Johnny didn't start from the beginning again. He slipped two of his fingers right back inside, twisting them around easily, and Evan knew he must be stretched pretty wide when he hardly even felt a third finger go in. What he did feel was Johnny going right for his prostate again, not bothering with the slow buildup from before. Evan moaned loudly, kept moaning when Johnny stroked at him ruthlessly, his body spasming uncontrollably from the stimulus, and it almost hurt, it felt so good. His eyes were squeezed shut, and all he could hear was the rushing of his own blood, the way his heartbeat seemed like it was headed for a crash because there was no way it could go that quickly without ripping out of his chest completely, and-

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Johnny stopped again and ok, Evan could take a lot of things, but this just wasn't fucking fair and he screamed into the pillow, surprising himself when he felt actual tears rubbing off onto the fabric.

Johnny was rubbing his back now, petting Evan's shaking shoulders gently. "Shhhhh," he was saying when Evan had calmed down enough to listen, "shhhhh, it's ok, I've got you, you're ok."

Evan gulped down some air, trying to get his breathing back under control. He felt hypersensitive, like he was aware of every inch of his skin, from the dampness on the back of his neck to the ache that was beginning in his knees, from the straining muscles in his forearms to his painfully hard cock, which was inexplicably unaffected by all the starting and stopping that Johnny had put him through. Johnny's hand was in his hair now, fingers combing through his sweaty locks, and it would have been nice if he weren't wound so tightly he was afraid he would snap.

"Johnny," Evan said plaintively, voice cracking a little and yeah, it was kind of humiliating to come apart like this in front of someone, but he knew, somehow, that Johnny would understand.

"Don't worry," Johnny said, continuing to talk even though Evan could feel him getting off the bed. "I'll give you what you want now."

Did that mean Johnny was going to fuck him? Evan hoped so, because he was too far gone and needed something, anything to hold on to.

Johnny was climbing back on the bed behind Evan now, rubbing his ass and legs in that same soothing way, and then his hands were gone and Evan heard the sound of something being torn and god, that had to have been a condom wrapper because Johnny could not fucking leave him like this...

And then Johnny was inside him, just as easy as that, and Evan must have forgotten how good it was to be filled so completely because he had never felt so perfect in his entire life. They stayed like that for a moment, Johnny's hands on his hips, and Evan let out a content sigh, feeling at peace for the first time since he'd knocked on Johnny's door that afternoon. Johnny pushed at him a little, then, getting Evan to shift his knees forward so that his ass was even higher, and Evan was going to ask Johnny what he was doing, but then Johnny pulled out and slammed back in so fast he drove Evan's face further into the pillow, which Evan was actually ok with because Johnny had just nailed his prostate again and his scream would have been a lot louder without that pillow there.