| 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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"Fuck you," Harry laughs, swatting at my head with a tired hand and missing.
"Still want that shower?" I ask.
He snorts. "It's gone from a want to a need, I think."
I chuckle and help him roll over and stand. He smirks, glancing down and then palming my hard cock through my trousers. "Merlin, Draco, you have the self-control of a Hufflepuff."
I scoff. "Fucked a lot of Hufflepuffs, have you?"
He rolls his eyes, tugging on my belt. It jangles open. But before he can strip me entirely, I curl my hand into his wind-and-sex-tousled hair and pull him into a kiss.
He hums. I love how Harry hums when I kiss him. I turn my head and he parts his lips further. It's the sort of kiss that slows time. I pull him to me, his hot naked body filling my arms, his strong hands stroking along my back. I have the stray thought that I love him. It's a thought that tends to recur like the tides. It never stops coming in, over and over, sometimes coaxingly, sometimes with the sudden ferocity of a storm, even though I rarely find the courage to voice it.
Harry breaks the kiss and gives my arse a slap. "Meet me in there," he says, leaving me to undress. I watch his arse shift in that lovely way it has when he walks from a room. I watch him go, a guilty pleasure, as I slowly pull my belt from its loops.
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It's Sunday again, and I'm hung over from having our friends here for a dinner party the night before. I wince at the whistle of the tea kettle, my second pot. Harry, the fucker, is tying his trainers, getting ready to run. I can think of no better torture for my pounding head, but Harry? Oh no, he's fine.
"Back soon," he calls, and I turn to give him a tired smile.
The door closes definitively, and the flat goes quiet again. It's not an unpleasant quiet. It's the subtle shift in the room as his pulsing magic fades away and the soft lapping thrum of mine replaces it.
I take my tea and walk to the window, seeing that Harry is still on the pavement, doing a little stretch. He looks ridiculous in that Muggle sweatshirt. I find that I'm smiling down on him like a ponce, and it's then that he turns his face up and sees me. He smiles back, teeth and all, and my whole body, for just that moment, rejoices.
He gives a jaunty wave and then takes off at a jog down the street, on his way to the water. I watch his feet slap the ground, the train-steam of his breath, until he's around a corner and out of sight. I inhale the jasmine fragrance of my tea slowly as the sun breaks through the clouds.