| 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! |
“Did you come?” Mr Malfoy asks after a moment.
Al shakes his head.
“Stand up.”
Al does, moving stiffly. He cries out as Mr Malfoy, without preamble, reaches into his trousers and grips his cock. It only takes a couple of strokes to bring Al off and he’s shaking, crying out as his come spurts onto his pants and into Mr Malfoy’s hand.
When he’s himself again, Al looks up at Mr Malfoy and smiles.
Mr Malfoy’s answering smile is wry. “Least I could do,” he murmurs. “You proved an apt pupil.”
Al smiles. “Thanks.” He dips his head, embarrassed.
“None of that,” says Mr Malfoy, tipping Al’s chin up. When he kisses Al, it’s sublime, his tongue everywhere in Al’s mouth, sampling, tasting. When he pulls back, he hums. “I taste delicious in your mouth.”
Al moans, his cock twitching.
Mr Malfoy’s smile widens. “Ah, youth,” he murmurs, patting Al’s crotch. “Alas, we can’t tarry much longer or we’ll be missed.”
Al nods. He swallows hard. “When can we—?” He pauses. Will Mr Malfoy want another go with him?
“Do this again?” Mr Malfoy hums. “Aren’t you visiting Scorpius next weekend?”
“Yes.”
Mr Malfoy wipes the corner of Al’s mouth with the pad of his thumb, putting it to his mouth and licking it. “We’ll have many opportunities to continue…this then, I assure you.” Leaning in, he whispers, “You have the makings of a first-rate cocksucker, Albus.” And with that he cancels the spell and, once more looking immaculate, he pauses, lights another cigarette, then strides away in a cloud of smoke.
It takes Al a few minutes to put himself back together, and by the time he gets back to the ballroom, his mum’s glaring. “Where were you?” she asks.
Al shrugs. “Couldn’t find the loo.” He huffs. “Honestly, Mum! I’m seventeen!”
“You’ll always be my baby,” his mum reminds him before turning her attention elsewhere.
James gives him an amused look that says he’ll want the real story later, but Al knows he won’t tell him a thing. No. He’s got a secret, it’s the most delicious secret in the world, and it’s all his.
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