Comment Porn Day \0/

[zelda_zee]

I lifted this wholesale from themoononstick's journal, cuz she puts it all so well.

Comment Porn Day!
ETA: Okay, no more! I've probably got more than I can do anyway!

The idea is a simple one

1. Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song

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[zelda_zee]

Desmond doesn’t seem to have any hesitation about what they’re doing, in fact he seems to be quite enthusiastic about it from the satisfied sound he makes when he pulls out Sayid’s cock and the quiet moan he makes when he takes it in his mouth and the louder one when Sayid gets fully hard as Desmond’s tongue works up and down his length. Sayid thrusts shallowly, just to see if it’s okay and Desmond looks up at him, and it’s almost too much, because he looks, he looks, ohhh, he looks good like that, he looks like a vision - debauched, beautiful, sluttish, flushed and sweat-sheened, his eyes unfocused and all pupil. Desmond’s hands clutch at his thighs so hard it hurts and that damned blue shirt’s hanging open and his hips are rocking into air, the hard line of his erection plainly visible beneath his pants. It’s like he’s hungry, no, starving for it and the cock in his mouth is sheer ambrosia. He’s sucking noisily and moaning around Sayid’s dick like it’s the answer to all his prayers and just the sight and sound of it is nearly enough to make Sayid come, never mind the hot, wet pressure of his mouth. He’s good at it, so good, and Sayid wonders who taught him this and why a man who's so clearly in love with a woman knows how to suck cock like a pro.

Sayid thrusts harder and his cock slides deep. Desmond moans loudly and writhes, his hips twisting, and he plunges a hand beneath his waistband. Sayid suddenly remembers that this man was on his own for so long, that it could have been years since he last - since he - and Sayid realizes that no, this is not how this should go, not for Desmond, not after so long without.

“Wait,” he says, pulling gently on Desmond’s hair, but he only makes a protesting noise and sucks harder, as if he thinks Sayid has changed his mind and is calling it all off. “It’s all right. Desmond, please.” He can’t back away with the desk behind him, so he pulls harder on Desmond’s hair, reluctant to hurt him.

Desmond moves back but then leans forward and presses his forehead to Sayid’s stomach, his fingers digging into his waist. “Please,” he whispers, his voice tight. He’s shaking, his body so taut that it’s like he’s about to shatter and he’s holding himself together with every ounce of strength he has. “Pleasepleaseplease. I need. Please, I need it. Please, Sayid.” His fingers grip harder and Sayid winces, knows he’ll have bruises tomorrow.

“Okay.” He smoothes Desmond’s hair beneath his palm, petting him, trying to calm him. “Okay. I know. It’s fine. Let’s - let’s just move to the bed, shall we? So we can - so it can be more, more mutual.” Desmond doesn’t move, his fingers still kneading into Sayid’s flesh. “Let go,” he says quietly, covering Desmond’s hands with his own. “You’re hurting.”

Desmond stops then and looks up at him and gets slowly and clumsily to his feet. “Sorry brother,” he mutters. His face is flushed. “It’s been a long time. I guess I don’t really have a grip on myself.”

“It’s all right, Desmond,” Sayid says. He reaches up and draws Desmond closer. “I would be lying if I said it was not… appealing.” Sayid would kiss him, wants to kiss him in fact, but he’s not sure if that’s something Desmond would want and he doesn’t think he should push it. Maybe that’s something Desmond saves for Penny, and if so, that’s fine. There should be something that’s just for her.