| 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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Neville has to push to make it past that first resistance, Draco begging the entire time to be filled. Once that first bit slides inside, Draco pants roughly, body rocking slowly as if he can somehow pull Neville inside of him. Neville soothes him, slides his hand over his back, holds onto his hip. “All right then?”
“Yes.” Draco sways under his touch, and Neville slips just a bit more into him. “Merlin, yes, you feel so good. Keep going. Open me up.”
“There we go, then.” Neville rotates his hips, just a small motion that lets him slip a little deeper with every thrust. He takes his time, adding lube when he thinks they need it, pressing kisses along Draco’s back. Whispered words assure Draco that he’s so good at this, so perfect for Neville’s prick, and Draco whimpers in return, begging to be filled.
It always amazes Neville when he bottoms out, when he is completely inside of Draco like this. He has no need to move, already overwhelmed by the tight feel of Draco’s arse around him, by the low sounds Draco makes, whimpering at being so full.
“Your turn.” Neville kisses the words onto the nape of Draco’s neck as he reaches for Draco’s prick. It’s gone soft from the stretch, but Neville knows it won’t take long to revitalize him. His fingers are slick with lube as he strokes, teasing Draco’s bollocks every few tugs, then stroking along his length until the long, thin prick comes to full hardness.
Draco’s beyond words, panting and whining, trying to thrust into the circle of Neville’s fingers and back against his prick. He cries out on every movement, his body shuddering, shivering, held tight on the edge.
“What do you want?” Neville asks, and when Draco whispers fuck me, Neville does.
He sets a quick pace, snapping his hips in time with the tug of his fingers, quick and rough and tight until Draco tenses, body bowed, and keens as he comes, spilling sticky fluid all over Neville’s hands. His arse clenches down and Neville’s hips stutter, vision white for just a moment as he spills inside of Draco.
His thighs are shaky when he withdraws and carefully lies next to Draco on the bed, pulling him close and wrapping the blankets around them both.
“I love your fucking prick,” Draco murmurs, turning his head for a kiss. “But yes, I do love you more. I just happen to appreciate your physical attributes.”
“Are you pleased with your Christmas then?”
“I wore the bow and I got the gift.” Draco smirks, snuggles back against the hard wall of Neville’s chest. “I am fairly certain that I’ve won Christmas.”
Neville could point out that no one wins Christmas, but he’s learned long ago that some topics are just best left alone when it comes to Draco. Instead he presses a kiss to Draco’s shoulder and whispers, “Happy Christmas, love.”
“You have buggered me into exhaustion,” Draco says, voice low and soft with oncoming sleep. “I’m going to nap now, and if you like, when I wake, you may bugger me again.”
“Demanding git.” And Neville loves him for it, loves every bit of him.
And if anyone’s won Christmas it’s both of them, together. Whether their families are ready for them or not, Neville knows that this it; Draco is his family now. And this is the best Christmas present he could have.