KINK MEME
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
TO CELEBRATE THE COMING OF 2010, I WANT TO DO A KINK MEME. COME ON, THEN. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. LIKE, COOKLETA + NC17? CANNOT GO WRONG. SO LEAVE ME A PROMPT AND WE'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS. AND BECAUSE I AM NOT SUICIDAL, JUST UNTIL 25 PROMPTS, ALL RIGHT? SCRATCH THAT. JUST 23, BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE TWO PROMPTS.
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Cook licks at his ear, down the scarlet scratches on his shoulders, and pulls their fingers out. "Lick," Cook orders in the roughest voice, almost gone with want, and David obeys, tracing his tongue from digit to digit, from hollow to hollow, all over the hot palm.
Then Cook is fisting himself, jerking a few times just to make his erection slick enough. David shudders, wanting so badly, like, he can't think, he can't breathe, he just wants.
Finally, he feels the blunt tip of Cook nudging him, splitting him open, hard and thick and long, and David can't help himself, all thought gone, all shame tossed out as Cook thrusts himself fully.
And oh gosh, the pain is there, but the pain is good because it feels burning, being stretched open, being filled by Cook and Cook alone. David pushes back, palms pressed flat on the wall, and sighs and whimpers as Cook drives into him over and over. Cook nudges his legs wider apart and curls a hand around David's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. David is babbling, incoherent noises that punctuate the low groans rumbling from Cook's chest.
"Yes, fuck," Cook all but growls as he angles his hips upward, rolling them, trying to pierce David as far as possible. "Baby, baby, David, you feel, you feel so fucking good," he says lewdly and tugs on David's hair to turn his head sideways, so the older man can nip and lick and suck on his mouth.
David cries, fire curling like a ball in the pit of his belly and blazing brighter and brighter, like he's accidentally swallowed the sun and it's threatening to burn him whole. He grasps and scrabbles at the wall for purchase, finding none, slapping his palm against it in frustration and pleasure and ohmygosh he's, he's, "Cook."
Cook groans long and loud as David comes, spilling all over his hand, muscles gripping his cock almost painfully but it's not, it's too good, and he's following after David, shooting into the atmosphere in zero gravity.
Cook sags against David, pressing him tighter against the wall.
".....can't breathe," David finally gasps and Cook pushes away, his fingers uncurling from David's hair (few strands clinging to his hand) and turns him over. "Sorry," Cook mutters and looks the other boy up and down.
David looks well and truly fucked.
"Sorry, babe," Cook repeats and drops a tired kiss on David's forehead. "I was, um, a little rough."
David wriggles his butt and feels the soreness. He's going, he won't be able to sit properly in a few days, probably.. Still, the rest of him is gloriously satiated. "That's fun, too, sometimes," David says mischievously and angles his head for a tangling kiss.
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Cook really need to have more rough&hot sex with Archie ;)
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And I am dead. It was nice knowing you, Clare.
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This whole passage pretty much killed me:
"Yes, fuck," Cook all but growls as he angles his hips upward, rolling them, trying to pierce David as far as possible. "Baby, baby, David, you feel, you feel so fucking good," he says lewdly and tugs on David's hair to turn his head sideways, so the older man can nip and lick and suck on his mouth.
Lewd, rough, desperate, horny Cook is basically the hottest thing ever. And you write him so well. *faints*
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I WOULD LIKE TO DUB THIS FIC "PERFECTION" BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT IT IS, OKAY. YOU WRITE FLUFF AND ANGST WELL ENOUGH ALREADY AND NOW YOU'RE A ~MASTER~ OF KINK TOO. I'M SO JEALOUS OF YOU BB. BUT MOREOVER I'M THANKFUL AND AMAZED BY THIS WORK OF ART. <333333333333333333333
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