Prompt Post: May 9th to May 30th 2011

[tryfanstone]

experience counts: a highlander kink meme

This is the prompting post for the highlander kink meme experience counts.

a brief reminder of the rules:

● Posting to the prompt post will remain open from Monday 9th May until Monday 30th May.

● All prompts are welcome.

● Posting can be anon or signed in, although you're welcome to post anon for the prompting

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Prompt: Kilt sex! Duncan/Methos

[anonymous]

Duncan is dressed in full Highland dress for a special occasion. Methos takes the opportunity to learn what a Scotsman wears under his kilt. Bonus for semi-public sex. Additional bonus for inappropriate use of lyrics from a certain folk song about a drunken Scot & his kilt.

Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(1/6)

[anonymous]

(lalala, Endgame, schmendgame

Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(2/6)

[anonymous]

Methos finished off the last of his own champagne. "I hope you called a cab," he said with a grimace

Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(3/6)

[anonymous]

MacLeod shifted back to make room; there was no mistaking the push of his cock as it began to stiffen against Methos's face. The heat of Methos's breath was enough to make him harden fully; Methos closed his eyes, flushing with arousal in response. MacLeod was, without a doubt, fully naked underneath the kilt, and that certainty made Methos's dick leak in his shorts and his nipples draw tight with hunger. He rubbed his face against MacLeod's erection. "You had to wear this damn thing, didn't you

Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(4/6)

[anonymous]

Duncan gave a low, soft groan. His hips surged up; Methos spread his hand against Duncan's right flank and gripped him, then slid his arm around Duncan's waist to hold him close and brace him better. He opened his throat and bore down, tongue eager for more

Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(5/6)

[anonymous]

That was as much as Methos could take. Between one hard-fought breath and the next, the images in his head took a left turn, and now it was MacLeod taking him from behind he imagined: the kilt ruched up over his hips, his white shirt open and hanging loose, his cock jutting out full in front of him. Jesus. Methos felt the clench of hunger all through him, and he thrust into Duncan’s grip, the friction making him shudder. His mouth was full of MacLeod, his head full of the idea of MacLeod fucking him, every thrust of MacLeod’s hips translating straight to Methos's body. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and within a few moments it became obvious to Methos that he was going to get off harder on a clumsy handjob and the weight of Duncan’s hand on his head than he had in decades

Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(6/6)

[anonymous]

It wasn’t until the car slowed that Methos remembered where they were. With effort, he got himself together and pushed himself up off of MacLeod’s slack thighs, which had served him well as a remarkably comfortable pillow

Re: Fill: Seven Year Itch (Kilt sex, Duncan/Methos)(6/6)

[dkwilliams]

Fantastic! So hot and sexy, and so rich with images. And both men were so wonderfully in character; I loved Methos' mental processes, trying to resist and then falling for the inevitable.