| Greetings and welcome to
Birthday Card Comment Kink!
Our members have made birthday wishes for smutty little ficlets and sketches that would make their birthday very happy indeed. Now everyone has the opportunity to fulfill those wishes -- in the form of comment pr0n!
The birthday card is now open and awaiting your signature! It will remain open until the end of April.
Please read the information and instructions before you sign our birthday card:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). The maximum for fic is what fits into a single comment box.
• Since fills will 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 kinky birthday cards as possible, there is 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. (We'll try to keep track and delete the expired ones, but we may miss a few, so you can just keep an eye on the time stamps.) 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 may continue to appear, so do check back!
• 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 celebrating! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
RACY RACERS, START YOUR EROTIC ENGINES! |
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Oliver strokes Marcus’s prick, rolling over the head, using a tight fist just the way he knows Marcus likes it. He takes his time, lingering over the sensation, until Marcus bucks into his touch. Oliver pauses, shifts his hips so he can rut lightly against Marcus’s arse, his prick sliding against the slick mess surrounding the plug.
“Fuck, good….” Marcus pushes back, and Oliver bites back a whimper of his own.
“You’re so good.” Oliver strokes him harder now, lets Marcus move easily. Every shift of Marcus’s hips means Oliver slides against him. He goes faster with his hand, encouraging Marcus to fuck into his grip, slowing only when Marcus groans loudly and spills over his hand.
Marcus rolls over, moves down so that he’s under the blanket, buried while he takes Oliver’s prick into his mouth. He sucks lazily, holds him there like a pacifier. Oliver runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair, idly stroking to the nape of his neck, then his cheek. When Oliver lifts his hips, Marcus strokes with his tongue, and Oliver groans. “This is supposed to be for you,” he reminds Marcus.
Marcus pulls off without emerging from the blankets. “Green,” he says firmly. “And I want to….” His voice trails off, but his fingers are on Oliver’s prick, lightly touching him.
“You just want my dick in your mouth,” Oliver says quietly, and he feels Marcus’s nod against his thigh. “Okay. Can I come?”
“Yeah,” Marcus whispers.
It’s slow and lazy the way Marcus sucks him off, swallowing everything and keeping going until Oliver is soft. Then he just lies there, head on Oliver’s thigh and Oliver’s prick in his mouth, soft and warm. Oliver threads his fingers through Marcus’s hair, massaging lightly, and lets him be warm under the pile of blankets.
“You feel safe?” Oliver asks quietly, and Marcus nods again. And that’s all Oliver needs to hear. Safe, warm, loved. That’s all they need.