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[wintergameskink]

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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"I won't be beaten," JR growls, forcing Apolo's legs wide, leaning in and drawing his tongue up the crease of his thigh. There's a barely perceptible twitch, a soft hiss from above, a moan when JR sinks his teeth into the soft skin there.

"Fuck, JR," he huffs, trying to keep his body steady.

The younger man brushes his lips down the inside of Apolo's thigh. "I win," he murmurs just before he bites into the thick muscle of Apolo's leg.

Apolo shouts, trying to move away, but JR holds fast, his teeth a vice grip on skin and muscle. When he pulls away, there is a perfect red imprint of his teeth that will turn into a bruise later. Apolo gasps, arching when JR rubs his thumb over the mark.

JR has the most self satisfied grin on his face as he wiggles out of his underwear. "I'm awesome." He flicks his tongue at the tip of Apolo's cock as he slides up, licking over his nipples, and finally landing a hard kiss on Apolo's mouth. Apolo groans, licking into JR's mouth, rocking his hips up, cocks meeting. "Fuck, kid, yeah."

JR fumbles for the lube, pulling away from Apolo's mouth for a moment. It's long enough for Apolo to swing his bound arms down, caging JR as he leans in, landing a hard bite on his shoulder. "Fuck!" JR twists, dropping the open bottle on the sheets, and his shoulder smacking Apolo in the jaw. He manages to extract himself from the ring of Apolo's arms, cursing as he drags Apolo's arms over his head again, reworking the bandana around the headboard.

He slides his fingers through the puddle of lube. "I told you. I win this one," JR says, fingers sliding down over Apolo's hip, behind his balls, almost teasing as he presses inside. Apolo's eyes are dark as he grunts from the burn of JR's fingers twisting into him, opening him, the press of a thumb under his balls.

"Jesus, JR," Apolo groans, arching when the younger man curls his fingers, rubbing lightly at that spot. This is new. JR's still learning how to throw his weight around with Apolo, and he can't say he's arguing with it. JR leans in for a kiss, tongue sliding against Apolo's, and he pushes in a third finger. "Is this okay?" JR whispers.

"More than. You gonna fuck me?" Apolo retorts, pressing down as much as he can, fucking himself on JR's fingers.

"Hell yeah." Just like that, JR's fingers are gone, moving to his own cock, slicking himself as he rises to his knees. He licks his lips, spreading his hands out along Apolo's thighs, holding him open. Apolo bites his lip, shivering with anticipation. JR reaches down, guiding himself inside, groaning, "Oh, fuck. Fuck," squeezing his eyes shut. Apolo is hot, so tight around him, it's almost too much. JR's hips jerk even as he's all the way inside, bracing himself with his arms on either side of Apolo.

"Goddamn," Apolo groans, trying to help, but not quite keeping his hips still. "JR, gotta move man." JR nods, pulling out a little, panting as he thrusts back inside. He's rough, hard thrusts driving Apolo up the bed. He hooks his arms under Apolo's thighs, lifting, opening. "Oh god, fuck," JR grunts, the angle deeper, smoother.

Apolo can't help the sounds pouring out of him as he tries to push into JR's thrusts only to realize he's held fast. He twists his hands against the bonds holding him. "JR, untie me," he pleads. JR shakes his head, sucking his lower lip between his teeth, look of determination on his face, "not yet." He curls his hand around Apolo's leg, finger tips brushing against the teeth marks there, already turning a bright purple.

"Want you to think about me. When you skate. The pain here," and he presses into the mark, drawing a cry from Apolo. "Never say I don't want it," he growls, snapping his hips, grinding deep at the end before pulling back a little, reaching to untie Apolo's hands. "Touch yourself." Apolo's eyes widen, but he obeys, slicking his palm against the tip of his cock, curling his fingers around.

"Yeah, like that," JR breathes, his hand returning to its previous postion on Apolo's leg. He presses his fingers into his mark in time with Apolo's strokes, making him moan that much deeper. "Gonna think about me, Apolo? How much I want it, too?" Apolo groans, nodding, "Yes, yeah, oh god, JR."