| 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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James glanced at the door, realising with a sick thrill that he’d neither locked nor soundproofed it. But fixing that would mean stopping, and James really didn’t have the willpower for that right now. Not with his cock surrounded by the wet heat of Albus’s mouth, that sinful tongue dancing across all the right places.
“Al,” he said softly, “A—ah!—Al!” he tried again with a little more urgency. “There’s no wards up, anyone could walk in.” Albus sucked a little harder. “Fuck, you knew, didn’t you? Are you getting off on it?” James didn’t loosen his grip on Albus’s hair, didn’t slow the pace of his thrusts. He’d waited three years for this, but he never imagined Albus would be like this—would be everything.
“Are you going to come all over my office floor, Al? Dad gave me that rug. Or are you gonna wait? Let me come down your throat, then fuck me over my desk?” Albus gives a broken moan and lets go of his own prick, hands on James’s arse, urging him on. James knows it would be suicide to do it—they’re already pushing their luck enough—but it’s a stimulating idea nonetheless.
“Fuck, you’re so good, Albus, so perfect,” James panted. His thighs were trembling, fingernails scratching against Al’s scalp as he watched his cock disappear between those gorgeous lips. He pulled out quickly, taking himself in hand as Al struggled to catch his breath. He looked wrecked, sweaty and dishevelled as he too frantically fisted his cock, apparently unable to wait. “Never stopped wanting you, I’m so sorry, be mine, Albus, please,” James babbled, hips jerking as he came over Albus’s face and neck.
“Never stopped being yours, Jamie,” Albus gasped, swiping a droplet of come from his lip with his tongue and throwing his head back as his own orgasm tore through him. James fumbled behind him on the desk for his wand, shooting a quick charm at the door as Albus composed himself.
Al looked up at him with a lazily, self-satisfied grin and James offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet. He tucked his cock away, shaking down his robes before tugging at James’s robes too, sorting him out.
“So… We’re actually doing this, right?” Albus chewed nervously on his bottom lip. “Despite the many problems we’re bound to have, despite the secrecy?”
“I’m through with making us both miserable,” James said honestly, pulling Al tightly into a hug. Albus’s arms came around him instantly. “We’ll just have to make do.” He placed a firm kiss against Albus’s hair. “Anyway, you’re worth the effort.”
“We are,” Albus corrected, “We’re worth the effort.”