| 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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"Lick me," he mutters, and Padfoot's tongue is against his hole. He groans and Padfoot does it again. The sounds should be mortifying. They're not. "So good," Remus says because he can't think of anything else as Padfoot's tongue licks hard against his hole. His cock rubs against the sofa and he can't imagine anything better. "More," he says.
He means more tongue – harder, faster, hotter, wetter – or maybe he doesn't because when Padfoot mounts him, his feet scratching against Remus' back, what he feels is relief. Padfoot thrusts inelegantly, his slippery cock unsheathed and sliding across Remus' arse. Sirius would never brook such clumsy behavior, Remus thinks. Then Padfoot's prick finds his hole and Remus jerks away.
"Wait," he says, coating his fingers with hastily conjured lube. "Just—"
Remus reaches back and slips two fingers into his body. The lube mixes with Padfoot's saliva and he can feel his muscles relaxing, opening to the pressure. He's so ready, so randy and needy. Padfoot's tongue joins his fingers, licking around the rim, teasing the sensitive almost beyond what Remus can bear.
"Fuck," Remus says, not able to wait a moment longer. "Fuck me, please."
Padfoot whimpers and his feet are back on Remus' shoulder blades. Padfoot's cock is thinner and longer than Sirius'. Remus knows this already from years of play, and years of trying not to stare when it protruded from its furry sheath.
Remus reaches back and grabs Padfoot's cock. It's slippery and hot. He guides it and Padfoot's paws slip on his back as he tries to keep his balance, leaving scratches that will be there to remind Remus tomorrow. He presses the tip of Padfoot's cock to his entrance and Padfoot gives a hard thrust.
"Ah," Remus gasps, and Padfoot enters him in one swift movement. He gasps again as Padfoot starts to thrust in short, sharp, fast movements. Remus presses his forehead against the sofa and thrusts back against the long, curving cock that's fucking into him. The way Padfoot moves is so lacking in control, so frantic, and Remus has a vivid flash of Moony mounting Padfoot during a full moon. The surreal memory sends a shock through his body and his cock aches.
He can feel that Padfoot's getting close as his thrusts speed up. Remus is getting close, too, and he fucks himself on Padfoot's cock, rubbing his own cock against the sofa with every movement.
"Fuckfuckfuck, gonna come, yes," Remus babbles. He reaches down to stroke his own cock and the one inside him seems to thicken and the thrusts become harder and more controlled. The pressure on his back changes and he feels hands dig into his sides where paws had been scratching him.
"Fuck, Moony," Sirius growls. "That was…fuck…I needed…"
Sirius fucks him hard and Remus' orgasm washes over him. He comes against the sofa, pushing back against Sirius. Sirius thrusts into him three, four, more times and his hips stutter, his completion filling Remus.
Sirius folds over onto Remus, his chest warm against Remus' back.
"You are fucking brilliant," Sirius says, kissing Remus' shoulders.
"You're not so bad yourself," Remus says, pushing down the embarrassment and the urge to ask Sirius for reassurance.
"I must say, Moony, any other unrequited fantasies you need to tell me about, please spill it, because I think we're onto something."
Remus moves so he can sit on the sofa and he pulls Sirius into his lap, kissing him deeply. "I think it's your turn next time," he says. "Happy Christmas."