FIC: Not What It Says on the Box (AI RPF, Adam/Kris, NC-17)
Nothing interesting to report today. Except maybe that my eye makeup is epic? So just the fic today and nothing but the fic. Third of seven stories originally written anonymously for the ontd_ai kink meme (being posted in random and impulsive order).
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Not What It Says on the Box
AI RPF. 1,000 words. NC-17. Adam/Kris. Contains: toys, facial
It turns out that Adam's, well, conservative, which wasn't what Kris expected when he started sleeping with him. He didn't realize it at first, when every touch was new to him and everything Adam did was a revelation, but once he started to get used to it, once he started to do a little research and a little exploring on his own, it became obvious that Adam's vanilla.
And maybe that's just how he likes it when he's not performing for an audience, but something about it doesn't sit right with Kris. He's met Adam's exes and he's seen more pictures of Adam in sexually compromising positions than anyone not doing it professionally should even have.
No, it's not that Adam's vanilla. It's that he thinks Kris is.
And that's just all kinds of wrong.
Kris knows subtle has never really been his strong point, but it beats having to actually initiate a conversation about it. Kris can talk about many things, but his sex life has never been one of them. Instead, one night when he knows they're going to have a little extra time to themselves he preps himself before Adam shows up, fingers inexpertly pushing up inside himself and clumsily smearing lube everywhere. It's worth it, though, when Adam lays him out on the bed and goes to prep him and instead his fingers slide in fast and easy and hard and it's so good.
Adam looks shocked but Kris can't keep the smug pleasure off his face so Adam stops being quite so careful this time, pushes his fingers into Kris's body with more determination and less delicacy. And if the fucking is still slow and gentle, well, it's definitely a start.
Maybe this whole "subtle hint" campaign could actually work.
He starts to look things up on the internet because when he tentatively asks, Adam's a little cagy about what specifically he's done in the past (and with whom, and how often). But more often than he looks he just lays back and closes his eyes and thinks about what would feel good, what he wants, whether it's something thousands of people have done before him or not.
One night he leaves a couple of neckties on the bed and stretches his arms over his head and thinks it has to be pretty clear what he wants.
The faint red marks on his wrists afterwards are a testament to his success.
And when one night he leaves out a couple of clothespins and the boa that Adam retrieved from the stage, well, Adam raises his eyebrows pretty high but they play anyway, and it's just as good as Kris imagined it would be. No, better. It's better.
Kris still has to ask for everything, though - for certain values of the word 'ask' - and it's hard, because as much fun as he's having with this he still can't talk about it, and wouldn't it be easier if Adam just pushed for a few things too?
When they first started fooling around, Kris was surprised by everything. It'd be nice to be surprised again.
The thing is, there are some acts that just can't be suggested without words. Or diagrams, but there's a world of difference between leaving leather-lined handcuffs out on the bed to play with, and printing out a picture of a new and complicated position. And Kris wants things, things that have nothing to do with props or toys, but he's doesn't know how to get them without sucking it up and asking, except maybe through interpretive dance.
Which isn't really an option when Adam is taking him in what Kris has come to think of as his favorite position, face to face, Kris's legs up over Adam's shoulders and both of them bending together in amazing and improbable ways. Kris always comes so fast like this, almost embarrassingly fast, and Adam pulls out, strips off the condom and starts stroking himself right there, right over Kris's spent cock.
This time Kris lowers his legs and untangles himself, slipping down beneath Adam as gracefully as he can.
"What is it?" says Adam, slowing down his strokes. "Do you want to suck me?"
"No," says Kris, though the answer is really 'yes, just not right now'. "I want...." He slides down further and tugs on the backs of Adam's thighs, trying to get him higher, trying to manipulate his body so he just knows. "Adam."
He wills Adam to just get it but he clearly has no idea. He just looks down at Kris, perplexed, his strokes slowing down even more.
"My face," he gets out finally, managing to meet Adam's eyes. "I want you to... on my face."
He can see Adam's breath catch, see his eyes widen, then finally closes his own as Adam's strokes get faster again, get hard and frantic, and he braces himself on the bed on one arm as he hovers over Kris's body.
It's hot when it hits him, the first spurt splashing across his cheek, the second his eyelashes, finally catching some on his tongue and lips on the third.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Adam says and then his tongue's on Kris's cheek, lapping it up. "God, this is so hot, you're so hot."
He cleans Kris's lips last, and lingers there in the longest, slowest, deepest kiss Kris remembers.
Later, when they're side by side, legs tangled and still slippery with cooling sweat, Adam turns his head to stare at the ceiling.
"So," he says slowly, licking his lips. "I actually have this--" He waves his hand like that might explain for him, which Kris knows from experience now is just not quite enough. "-- light little flogger, just for play. You think you might be into that?"
Finally, Kris thinks, finally, and he has no idea yet whether he's into it or not but that's not the point. He just kisses Adam's jaw, right near his ear, and says, "I thought you'd never ask."
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Not What It Says on the Box
AI RPF. 1,000 words. NC-17. Adam/Kris. Contains: toys, facial
It turns out that Adam's, well, conservative, which wasn't what Kris expected when he started sleeping with him. He didn't realize it at first, when every touch was new to him and everything Adam did was a revelation, but once he started to get used to it, once he started to do a little research and a little exploring on his own, it became obvious that Adam's vanilla.
And maybe that's just how he likes it when he's not performing for an audience, but something about it doesn't sit right with Kris. He's met Adam's exes and he's seen more pictures of Adam in sexually compromising positions than anyone not doing it professionally should even have.
No, it's not that Adam's vanilla. It's that he thinks Kris is.
And that's just all kinds of wrong.
Kris knows subtle has never really been his strong point, but it beats having to actually initiate a conversation about it. Kris can talk about many things, but his sex life has never been one of them. Instead, one night when he knows they're going to have a little extra time to themselves he preps himself before Adam shows up, fingers inexpertly pushing up inside himself and clumsily smearing lube everywhere. It's worth it, though, when Adam lays him out on the bed and goes to prep him and instead his fingers slide in fast and easy and hard and it's so good.
Adam looks shocked but Kris can't keep the smug pleasure off his face so Adam stops being quite so careful this time, pushes his fingers into Kris's body with more determination and less delicacy. And if the fucking is still slow and gentle, well, it's definitely a start.
Maybe this whole "subtle hint" campaign could actually work.
He starts to look things up on the internet because when he tentatively asks, Adam's a little cagy about what specifically he's done in the past (and with whom, and how often). But more often than he looks he just lays back and closes his eyes and thinks about what would feel good, what he wants, whether it's something thousands of people have done before him or not.
One night he leaves a couple of neckties on the bed and stretches his arms over his head and thinks it has to be pretty clear what he wants.
The faint red marks on his wrists afterwards are a testament to his success.
And when one night he leaves out a couple of clothespins and the boa that Adam retrieved from the stage, well, Adam raises his eyebrows pretty high but they play anyway, and it's just as good as Kris imagined it would be. No, better. It's better.
Kris still has to ask for everything, though - for certain values of the word 'ask' - and it's hard, because as much fun as he's having with this he still can't talk about it, and wouldn't it be easier if Adam just pushed for a few things too?
When they first started fooling around, Kris was surprised by everything. It'd be nice to be surprised again.
The thing is, there are some acts that just can't be suggested without words. Or diagrams, but there's a world of difference between leaving leather-lined handcuffs out on the bed to play with, and printing out a picture of a new and complicated position. And Kris wants things, things that have nothing to do with props or toys, but he's doesn't know how to get them without sucking it up and asking, except maybe through interpretive dance.
Which isn't really an option when Adam is taking him in what Kris has come to think of as his favorite position, face to face, Kris's legs up over Adam's shoulders and both of them bending together in amazing and improbable ways. Kris always comes so fast like this, almost embarrassingly fast, and Adam pulls out, strips off the condom and starts stroking himself right there, right over Kris's spent cock.
This time Kris lowers his legs and untangles himself, slipping down beneath Adam as gracefully as he can.
"What is it?" says Adam, slowing down his strokes. "Do you want to suck me?"
"No," says Kris, though the answer is really 'yes, just not right now'. "I want...." He slides down further and tugs on the backs of Adam's thighs, trying to get him higher, trying to manipulate his body so he just knows. "Adam."
He wills Adam to just get it but he clearly has no idea. He just looks down at Kris, perplexed, his strokes slowing down even more.
"My face," he gets out finally, managing to meet Adam's eyes. "I want you to... on my face."
He can see Adam's breath catch, see his eyes widen, then finally closes his own as Adam's strokes get faster again, get hard and frantic, and he braces himself on the bed on one arm as he hovers over Kris's body.
It's hot when it hits him, the first spurt splashing across his cheek, the second his eyelashes, finally catching some on his tongue and lips on the third.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Adam says and then his tongue's on Kris's cheek, lapping it up. "God, this is so hot, you're so hot."
He cleans Kris's lips last, and lingers there in the longest, slowest, deepest kiss Kris remembers.
Later, when they're side by side, legs tangled and still slippery with cooling sweat, Adam turns his head to stare at the ceiling.
"So," he says slowly, licking his lips. "I actually have this--" He waves his hand like that might explain for him, which Kris knows from experience now is just not quite enough. "-- light little flogger, just for play. You think you might be into that?"
Finally, Kris thinks, finally, and he has no idea yet whether he's into it or not but that's not the point. He just kisses Adam's jaw, right near his ear, and says, "I thought you'd never ask."