| 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: Draco/Theo
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,400
Theo's wank in the shower before bed had been his favourite part of his nighttime ritual for years. It was relaxing, it felt bloody fantastic, and it always left his body feeling pleasantly loose and sated as the hot water pouring over him did the rest of the work to soothe away whatever stresses that day had held. It had worked brilliantly as a teenager in Hogwarts, and it was nearly as satisfying even now at age twenty—though showering with a partner who wouldn't mind wanking Theo themselves would be even better.
Normally, this was the point in the evening where Theo would be imagining his imaginary partner, usually some faceless bloke with a trim waist and a firm arse, but last Friday, everything had changed. He groaned and took himself in hand as his mind helpfully supplied images of blond hair, cool, grey eyes, and a lovely, smirking mouth.
Draco Malfoy was all Theo could think about.
Which was a little shocking as, up until last Friday, Theo's thoughts about his best friend and flatmate had never veered from platonic. Sure, he'd have to be blind not to notice how objectively fit Draco was, but he was just so...so Draco. He was posh and prim, flustered and furious if anything on his person was out of place. Theo liked his men a bit shameless and filthy, and Draco glared reproachfully at Theo anytime he said the word 'cock' within Draco's hearing. But apparently Draco had been hiding quite the little deviant under those well-starched robes of his, and Theo couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop remembering how Draco looked last Friday night.
Theo was supposed to be having dinner with his mum, but when he'd Flooed over, she'd been in bed having one of her episodes, and one of the house elves had sent him away with a box of food and an obvious dismissal. He hadn't been that put-out—his mother was trying even on her good days—but it did leave him with no plans for the evening. Draco had told him he'd be staying in though, so Theo thought he'd see if he was interested in going out—it had been far too long since Theo had last pulled. There'd been music blasting from Draco's room—unusual, that should have been Theo's first clue—so it wasn't a surprise that Draco didn't hear him knocking. What was a surprise, though, was what Theo had encountered when he entered anyway.
Draco had been lying on his back on his bed, completely naked, with a pillow propped beneath his lower back. His hair, normally so perfectly slicked back, not a strand out of place, was messy and ruffled, like he'd been running his hands through it. His pale skin was flushed a delicate rosy pink, and his feet were braced against the bed, muscles tensing and rippling with effort. Which probably had something to do with the large, emerald green vibrator that was magically fucking into Draco's arse in a hard, steady rhythm. Theo had frozen, shock and lust flooding his system as he tried to process the image of his best friend being thoroughly fucked and evidently losing his mind with it. He was so lost in his pleasure—hands fisted in his bedsheets, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy—that he hadn't noticed Theo barge in at all, just kept wriggling into the firm thrusts of the vibrator as his flushed cock drooled pre-come onto his belly. Theo knew he should leave, that he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to be seeing, that he was violating his friend's privacy, but he just couldn't look away. He'd known Draco had sex, of course he did, but Theo had never really thought of him as a sexual creature before. Now, Draco's face flushed with exertion, his lush mouth open as he moaned with abandon, Theo could admit he'd clearly made a grave miscalculation.