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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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Idiots, he thinks, shaking his head.
Harry's told him there is last minute shopping to do so Severus is surprised to find him home already.
Severus pauses at the bedroom door, watching Harry, who is looking at himself in the mirror, clearly too distracted to have heard Severus come in.
He's standing with his feet shoulder length apart, black silk stockings encasing his muscular legs. His short red skirt matches the red heels he's wearing and making him a good three inches taller than Severus.
Why Severus finds this as arousing as he does, he's yet to determine, but his cock is hardening rapidly and he licks his lips.
On top, Harry's wearing a black corset which accentuates his broad shoulders, toned arms, and lickable collarbones.
"Finished your shopping, I see," Severus drawls and steps fully into the room, plans to bend Harry over the closest surface at the forefront of his mind.
Harry turns, wicked grin on his face, and saunters closer, swinging his hips more than necessary.
"Would you like to open your gift now?" He tugs Severus to him, rubbing his erection against Severus's stomach. "It is Christmas Eve after all."
Severus slides his hands up and under the skirt feeling only bare skin.
"No pants?" he says, his fingers trailing down the crease between Harry's arsecheeks.
"I couldn't find the red lace knickers," Harry replies.
Severus doesn't reply, instead mouthing along those lovely collarbones while Harry rolls his hips, his hands threading through Severus's hair.
They spin and stumble, falling against the bed, Harry sprawled on top of him.
"You're wearing far too many clothes," Harry murmurs and sits back to undress Severus.
Shoes, socks, and trousers go before Harry gasps and smacks Severus's thigh.
"No wonder I couldn't find them, you prat." Harry runs his hand over Severus's erection, straining the knickers to the bursting point. "Look good on you though."
Severus usually lets Harry be the one to dabble in lingerie but on occasion he does enjoy surprising him. Watching him now—face rubbing against Severus's cock through the thin red lace—reminds him it's worth it.
"I almost hate to take them off." Severus raises an eyebrow and Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband. "But I want you to fuck me more."
Severus's cock springs free as Harry pulls the knickers down his legs then rises and straddles Severus, the skirt he's wearing bunched up at his waist.
Reaching behind himself, Harry positions Severus's cock and slowly inches his way down. He's slick but desperately tight and Severus bites the inside of his cheek to keep from finishing before they start.
Harry's panting, then moaning, his cock hard against Severus's stomach. He sighs when he's fully seated, the veins in his neck pulsing along with his heartbeat.
Leaning forward, Harry braces his hands on Severus's shoulders and says, "Hard and fast."
Severus growls and grasps Harry's hips, both of them groaning. He thrusts up as Harry slams down, their rhythm perfected after years of practice.
"Fuck, Severus," Harry cries, breathless, and Severus reaches for Harry's cock. Harry fucks his fist, arse clenching around Severus's cock, come spilling across Severus's stomach and into Harry's arse.
Harry collapses against him and Severus presses a kiss to his sweaty skin.
He should have taken the time to appreciate Harry's outfit more, Severus thinks idly as Harry's breath evens out as he falls asleep for a post-coital nap.
But tomorrow is Christmas, then Boxing Day; plenty of opportunity for Harry to try on the new ensemble that Severus left under the tree before he came upstairs.