| 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...) |
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,050
"Where're we going?" Harry asked as Charlie tugged him out of the bustling Burrow living room towards the stairs. He looked back towards the kitchen as they passed, gesturing towards Molly's frantic figure. "Dinner's starting soon, and you know how your mum gets if everybody's not there."
"Don't worry, we've got time," Charlie replied as he pulled Harry down the quiet, darkened corridor.
"Time for what?"
They rounded a corner, and suddenly Charlie spun Harry around and pushed him against the wall. All the air left Harry's lungs in a soft whoosh, and he barely had time to catch his breath before Charlie was plastered against him, his hands trailing down Harry's arms to grip his wrists.
"Time for this," Charlie whispered against Harry's mouth before leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss. He slid Harry's arms up the wall as he did so, cradling Harry's wrists in his hands, his thumbs pressed to Harry's palms.
Harry shuddered, blood rushing to his head and his groin so fast that he felt a bit dizzy. It was still all so new to Harry, sex and blokes and Charlie. The seeds of it had been planted that first summer after the war, when Charlie moved back to be closer to his family. Something had shifted inside Harry that summer, a new awareness about himself that he'd never fully had time to process before. But Charlie was Ginny's brother, so much older and cooler than Harry, and completely off limits. It had taken another two years for them to get to this point, and though Harry knew Charlie pretty well by now, the fact that he got to touch him whenever he wanted still made Harry's insides dance. Harry wanted nothing more than to drag Charlie back to his flat and spend the rest of the night rolling around in bed together, but they had other responsibilities.
"Charlie, we—we can't," Harry panted as Charlie began to suck at the sensitive skin behind Harry's ear.
"Why not?"
"Because...because we're right out in the open with two dozen Weasleys downstairs. Somebody might come up and see."
"No they won't," Charlie murmured as he ground his hips against Harry's. Harry swallowed a moan as their fabric-covered erections slid together. "We're out of sight of the stairwell. We'll hear them coming before they see. Besides, I don't think this will take long."
"No?" Harry asked dazedly as Charlie pressed his hips forward again, causing pleasure to spark across Harry's skin.
Charlie didn't bother answering. Instead, he took Harry's lips in a savage kiss as he rolled his hips against Harry with serious intent. Harry mewled into Charlie's mouth and did his best to arch into Charlie's thrusts, though, pinned as he was to the wall with Charlie's mouth and hips and hands, Harry didn't have much leverage. He quickly gave up trying to influence the situation, deciding instead to sit back and enjoy the ride.
Desperation clawed at his skin as Charlie's tongue licked into his mouth, his orgasm building already in his gut. He'd never realised how fucking hot it could be, just grinding together against a wall, how the hard, muscled lines of Charlie's body could wind Harry up so quickly. Charlie was going to make Harry come, going to make him come in his pants while his entire family was just a shout away. The thought made Harry's blood boil, made his wrists twist uselessly against Charlie's firm grip as Charlie continued to flex his hips forward with slow and steady precision.
"Dinner time," Molly's voice called out, surprisingly loud despite the fact that several floors and a corridor separated them. Harry's eyes shot open and he stared helplessly at Charlie. Charlie grinned...and didn't stop.