| 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...) |
“Merlin, it makes me hard when you’re shirty with me.” Draco spits out fuck and slaps his hand over his mouth. For some reason, this is what makes Draco look most like he wants the floor to swallow him.
Harry’s on the verge of hysteria himself.
“Someone’s going to notice that we’re not at our desks. Someone, sometime, is going to have evidence they need to store and come in here,” says Harry, trying to inject a little bit of logic into the proceedings.
“That could be days and we could die in the meantime and we could be fucking right now, so I don’t have to die not knowing what it’s like to have your cock in my arse.”
“What else do you want me to do?” Harry asks. So much for logic.
“Nothing. I don’t want you to do a fucking thing,” Draco says. He gasps and says, “I love when you bring me tea in the morning and leave it on my desk. Damn it.”
Something warm unfurls in Harry’s chest. He almost wants to stop tormenting Draco. Almost. Harry steps closer to Draco and Draco backs up, looking at Harry like he’s a nasty-tempered Hippogriff. “What are you thinking about now?”
“I want to suck you and feel your fingers in my hair.” Draco says it very quickly, as if he hopes Harry won’t catch on. “I want you to lick my arse until I’m wet and open for you, and then I want you to fuck me, and then lick me again.”
“Guh,” Harry gasps. He’s starting to feel dizzy with the small space, and the body heat, and the onslaught of images that are awfully close to what he thinks about when he slides his hands under the sheets as night. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
“Of course I have, you twit,” Draco spits out. “You’re bloody gorgeous and you drive me mad and…ahhh.” Draco clenches his fists and his face turns purple with effort.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” says Harry. He touches Draco’s shoulder and when Draco doesn’t flinch away, he says, “You’ve started it now, so say it.”
Draco stares at him as if he’s never seen anything like him before. He gasps as Harry’s hand moves to caress his throat and cup his jaw. “I want to feel that idiotic hair of yours against my thighs. I want it brushing my back as you press deep inside me.”
“Fuck,” Harry groans as he presses his body against Draco’s, pushing Draco against the wall behind them. He knows Draco can feel how hard he is, and what the hell he thinks — his erection is nothing compared with what Draco has said out loud. “Is this all right?” Harry asks, thinking that because Draco is spilling his filthy secret desires, doesn’t mean he wants Harry shoving him against walls.
“Idiot,” Draco says, laughing. “I want you so badly it hurts. I want you inside me and I want to feel it for days.”
“Christ, Draco,” says Harry. “Keep talking.”
“I can’t fucking stop,” Draco says, rolling his hips so his hard cock presses against Harry’s. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”