| Greetings and welcome to Kinky Kristmas 2017: 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!
How to Stuff Our Stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). • There is no maximum limit, but remember that long pieces are in no way required. Please don't hesitate to participate because you can "only" write a few words or do a simple sketch! • Since fills may 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. • Prompt claiming 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. (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. • 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 could appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand. • 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! (Double entendre totally intended, naturally...) |
How Scorpius can have noticed what’s been going on, James isn’t sure, but he gives that smirk again as he pulls away from James a little.
“Are you two finally going to admit to it, then?” he asks.
“What?” asks James; but he is foiled by Albus simply saying, “Yes.”
James looks down at his brother. “Yes? Seriously?”
“It doesn’t have to be serious,” Al murmurs, glancing up at him with those stunning green eyes. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“And if I want it to?” The words come out of James’s mouth almost by accident.
Scorpius gives a little, joyful, laugh. “At last!” He slides his hand underneath James’s T-shirt and suggests, “Fuck first, discuss afterwards?”
The tone of voice he says this in makes both James and his brother melt. Fuck, he has the exact same effect on them both.
“Please,” Al says.
They make it to the bed. Clothes are discarded in a way which James knows would appal Scorpius at any other time (his recent diagnosis of a mild form of OCD came as no surprise to those who know Scor) and then there are there. Naked. James, Scorpius – and James’s brother Al.
For the first time, James allows himself to stare openly at Albus’s nude body. Smaller, slimmer and paler than his own, he is nonetheless lithe and oh fuck god beautiful. His cock is erect, red-tipped and leaning a little to the left as James looks at it. His mouth waters. He wants to suck it, wants to take it between his lips and make Al writhe and moan beneath his ministrations.
Scorpius is leaning on one elbow, a possessive hand on Al’s flat stomach, but a smile still gracing the corners of his mouth.
“Gorgeous, isn’t he?” he drawls lazily.
“Yeah.”
“Shut up.” Albus wriggles with embarrassment, but Scorpius leans over and kisses his protests away.
“Shh, baby,” he tells Al lovingly. “You’re beautiful. You want this. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted him and you know it. And see the way he’s looking at you? He wants you so badly.”
James makes a little noise which he can’t keep in, one of desire hidden so long, so painfully, and now let out in full. Albus looks up at him.
“Jamie?”
“Al.” It is all the answer it needs to be to Al’s equally unspoken question. But he adds, because he must, “I want to suck your cock.”
It is blunt, forthright – everything James is and Scorpius and Albus are not. James has a second of feeling as if he doesn’t fit in, as if he’s the awkward third. He wonders whether this is how Al has felt with his siblings and parents – Gryffindors all, with Al the lone Slytherin. But he forgets it all when Albus replies.
“I want that too.”