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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... )
The feel of the bed against his stomach, of Apolo's body against his back is so familiar. JR doesn't even try to shift them, to climb on top and fight his title as 'bride' though the term chafes in his mind. When Apolo uses some oil with the hotel label on it, some little bottle stolen from the bathroom, and pushes into JR's ass it's like being fucked twice. His body remembering where his brain forgot all the while he drowns in the feeling of being full of Apolo's cock inside of him.
He breathes hard, burying his face against his arms, and feels his hip shudder from the deep shallow thrusts his friend -shit, shit husband- eases into. Apolo works him like the pro he is, fingers in JR's hair to make his back arch as he nuzzles and bites his way along JR's neck and shoulder. Little licks to make him shudder and bites to make him moan. Tipping back onto his heels, Apolo drags JR into his lap, keeping him close and JR bites his lower lip, looking away from what he sees now is a mirror across from the bed.
His cock is hard, flushed against his thigh and Apolo's hand looks so pale as it wraps around his dick to stroke him with a lazy, aimless pattern. JR grits his teeth, eyes shut and he gets a tight squeeze in response. "Open your eyes, your'e beautiful, open them," Apolo pants against his throat just below his ear. JR does so, peering through his lashes at first and then tips his head to rest his cheek against Apolo's temple. It's embarrassing to watch him come undone, Apolo's cock still and unmoving in him while he's stroked by both of the other man's hands. Fingers skimming along the underside of his dick while the other hand traces the ugly flesh of his scar.
Impatience moves him, riding himself on Apolo's dick until the older man moans and his eyes close as he wraps an arm around JR's waist to keep him balanced. They watch each other through hurried gasps and pleasure wrenched eyes. Their reflections showing the lines of sweat and reddened marks from Apolo's insistence on biting.
JR comes when Apolo starts to jerk him off again, his hips bouncing with a mind of their own as he lets out a low grunt. His back arching in a tight bend as every muscle goes taut, hands digging and pulling the blankets by Apolo's legs just for something to ground himself. As he relaxes, as his body goes limp and soft with the best kind of drunken fuzziness ever, JR feels Apolo shift him up and pull out. He whimpers, not wanting to admit to aloud that he quite suddenly misses the heavy weight inside of him.
Apolo turns him onto his back, pushing back in after spreading JR's legs and it feels so ridiculously right that JR holds on for as long and as tight as he can. Kisses raining down on his face, his mouth, his neck in between soft little words that caress him just the same. A tongue gliding over the ink on his chest, tracing the lines with closed eyes and JR shivers at the thought more than the hurried thrusts in him that damn, maybe Apolo wants this just as bad as he does.
The other man's orgasm is quieter, though his skin is just as sticky with sweat as JR's own. Long locks half fallen free from the loose tie and JR runs his fingers through it while letting Apolo pillow his head against his shoulder. THey stay stuck together, tangled limbs and after a few minutes Apolo's dick -soft now- slides free of him.
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