| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2015: Comment Kink Edition!
Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
Please read the information and instructions before you start stuffing our silk stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). Fills certainly need not be long (that would sort of be defeating the point of low-stress comment pr0n!); we just want to see a little bit of substance and thought in our stocking stuffers. ;)
• Since fills will mostly be short, we're not going to be strictly policing the rating of each piece. Just remember this is Daily Deviant and we want to see some sex!
• Each request may be filled twice -- once by a member and once by a watcher.
• When filling a request, leave it in a comment directly in a reply to the request you're filling.
• When filling a request, note whether you're filling it as a watcher or a member.
• If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member.
• Claiming of requests is available but optional. What this means is that you need not claim a request in order to fill it, but if it's already claimed by someone else, it's off limits.
• In order to claim a request, comment directly in a reply to the request stating that you're claiming it. Be sure to note whether you're claiming it as a member or a watcher.
• Since we want as many goodies in our fishnet stockings as possible, there will be an expiration date on claims. One week after a claim is made (as per the time stamp on the comment), if the prompt has not been filled, the claim expires and the prompt is open for claiming or filling by someone else. So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• If you've made a claim that has expired, you may still post a fill in reply to the prompt as long as no one else fills it or claims it first.
• Participants may have a total of two outstanding claims at a time. I.e., you may claim two requests, then when you've filled one, you may claim a third, etc.
• Additional prompts will continue to appear. So if you don't find a prompt you really love, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• Commenting, interacting, and generally having fun is welcome and encouraged!! Fandom is all about interaction with like-minded perverts people. Let's enjoy some friendly, smutty holiday merry-making! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN!
(Pun totally intended, naturally...) |
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"I need you." Draco could barely speak. "Take me, father, please."
"Patience, Draco." Lucius smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Draco's head. He discarded the plug and undid his breeches, whispering a spell to complete his own preparation. He applied the right pressure to Draco's abdomen to make him bend over just far enough to expose the pale globes of his arse under the swathes of fabric and, with an effort to move slowly, he guided himself between them.
Draco moaned at the greater pressure, but he was ready, and he had been waiting for hours. His palms shifted on the mirror, growing damp and slippery, as he began to counter his father's thrusts.
"So beautiful," Lucius growled, close to his ear as he held Draco tight, his eyes never leaving his son's in the mirror. "So warm and inviting, and all mine."
"Yes," Draco agreed in a whimper. He struggled not to come, after hours of anticipation, and his father divined as much, his right hand reaching around him to grasp his bobbing cock under the short ruffles at the front of the gown. The hand was so tight around him, Draco was forced to hold back through thrusts he felt from his stockinged toes to the ends of his hair where it grew damp with sweat.
"Now, Draco, show me how much you love me," Lucius prompted, with one last, hard thrust which left him snugly lodged inside Draco while he reduced the pressure on Draco's cock and began to pump it. "Show me."
Draco came with a cry, decorating the mirror in streaks and splashes, even as he sagged under the sudden release of tension. Lucius held him back tightly, one arm still around his waist, the other over his lace-clad chest, with a couple of fingers hooked behind the neckline of the silk gown. Draco watched his father's face as he found his release inside him, taking one hand off the mirror to cover the hand over his chest.
When Lucius spun him around to press him back against the mirror, Draco smiled up at him. "You're a wonderful dancer, father."
Lucius removed Draco's mask. He smiled back and kissed a flushed cheek, then the other, and then the lips pursed slightly in invitation. "Tomorrow night, my dear, we will dance under the stars. And you will outshine them all."
Draco's eyes lit up with anticipation.
THE END