Introducing our final party game: KINKO!
It's link BINGO, only dirtier. ;)
You can probably already guess how this works. Below the cut is our KINKO board with kinky themes in each square. The object of the game is to complete works of fiction and/or art for each theme in a line -- horizontal, diagonal, or vertical.
- Works need only be 100-word drabbles or drawbles -- but of course they can be longer/more involved, and we won't be running anything through a word counter.
- When you've completed a line, leave your pieces in comments to this post.
- Leave all of your pieces for a line in a single comment thread; combine multiple pieces into a comment when possible/appropriate (e.g. multiple 100-word drabbles should easily fit into one comment box).
- Let us know which line you've completed -- "first horizontal," "third vertical," etc. "First diagonal" will be the one that runs from top left to bottom right; "second vertical" will be the one that runs bottom left to top right.
- If you do multiple lines that contain the same box, you must write/draw a
different piece for each line (i.e. five pieces to complete a line each time).
This game has the possibility of prizes attached!When you've completed a line, your name goes into a prize drawing. Your name goes in once for
each line that you complete. I.e., complete five lines, get five "lottery tickets."
There will be three winners. The first two names drawn get the opportunity to choose two of our kinks/themes for July or August. The third gets to choose the alternate pairing for either July or August. Any themes/pairing you like, whether previously used or entirely new. You pick the themes and the month(s) to put them in.
Note that each person can only win one prize. In other words, completing multiple KINKO lines increases your odds of having your name drawn but won't allow your name to be drawn more than once.
Got all that? Then without further wordage...
Who'll be the first to call KINKO??
Prompt: sadism/masochism
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Warnings/enticements: nipple play, pain play
“Harder?” Remus asks.
Even now, he can still hear the amazement in his own voice, not daring to believe it’s really all right. But Sirius’s yes is so guttural and urgent, so certain, that the hissed syllable drags another wave of endorphins through Remus, even before his fingers actually tighten on Sirius’s reddened nipples, squeezing and twisting until Sirius moans again in pain.
That moan goes straight up Remus’s spine. And on the heels of that, the experience of his own fingers, pinching and twisting, sends a flood of pleasure through his whole body. From his bollocks to the top of his head, an overwhelming burst of sensation that is maybe even better than orgasm. Remus isn’t even hard right now, and yet he’s as turned on as he’s ever been, dizzy and drunk and in love with the high of this. In love with Sirius. And in love with the hurting. With being allowed to do it. With being begged to do it, in fact.
“More, Moony,” Sirius slurs drunkenly, though neither of them has had anything stronger than pumpkin juice.
Remus screws his fingers into those sensitive nubs of flesh, his eyes darting between Sirius’s ecstatic face and his weeping cock.
“I’m hurting you,” Remus says softly. Reverent and grateful.
“Yessss,” Sirius answers, and Remus hears his own reverence echoed in Sirius’s reply.
This call and response between them is part of it, part of the ritual that takes them deeper in.
“I love hurting you,” Remus whispers. His voice so gentle, his fingers so hard.
And again Sirius moans his assent, and in that moment Remus understands everything about devotion, about communion, about prayer.