| 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...) |
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“Did you know that I spend half the time we’re working together hard?” Draco asks. “Fuck, I didn’t want you to know that. You’re bloody smug enough.”
“Did you know I’ve wanted to see you naked for months?” Harry asks. “Can I?”
“Only if you are. Give me wank material for the rest of my life,” says Draco.
Harry closes his eyes and concentrates, leaning close so he can press his face against Draco’s neck, inhale his scent and feel Draco’s pulse under his lips. With a wandless, wordless charm, both of their clothes are gone and in a pile on one of the evidence shelves behind them.
“Fuck,” gasps Draco. “Your magic makes me want to get on my knees.”
“Come here,” Harry says, pulling Draco tight against him again. “Fuck, come here.” He wants to hear Draco talk, he could listen to this for the rest of his life. At the same time, he’s desperate to feel that filthy mouth on his, wrap his hand around Draco’s cock, and feel Draco’s body against his.
“Show me wha — ”
Harry cuts off Draco’s words as he presses his lips to Draco’s and traces his open mouth with his tongue. He’s light-headed with want and he rolls his hips to slide his cock along Draco’s. Draco makes a strangled sound, as if the words are bubbling up and they can’t get past Harry’s tongue as it slides in and out of his mouth.
Harry slides his hand between them and take both of their cocks in his hand. Draco is hot and hard and smooth against him. He’s gasping into Draco’s mouth and squeezing the soft heads of their cocks together on each stroke. He’s not going to last long. Being around Draco keeps him in a state of semi-arousal all the time and he’s sure, if Draco had kept talking, he could have come from that alone.
Draco takes control of the kiss, sucking on Harry’s tongue, and it goes straight to his cock. Harry can imagine what that hot mouth would feel like around him. He speeds his hand and Draco thrusts into Harry’s fist, building the heat and the friction of their cocks sliding against each other. Harry feels Draco start to come first. His muscles tighten and his graceful rhythm falters. Harry keeps stroking, keeps kissing, as his belly and chest and hand are covered in Draco’s hot come. Harry groans, long and low, and he comes hard, his knees nearly buckling as Draco replaces Harry’s hand with his. They both gasp for breath, breaking the kiss and pressing their foreheads together.
“That was fucking brilliant,” Draco says, still stroking Harry’s softening and sensitive cock. “Merlin you have a gorgeous cock. I need it in me. Fuck, when will this potion wear off? We need to skive off the rest of the afternoon so you can fuck me properly.”
Harry couldn’t agree more. He’s pulling away from Draco, surveying the mess they’ve made of themselves and trying to remember how to talk, when the door opens.
“What the hell?” Ron squawks from behind a stack of neatly labeled evidence boxes that go tumbling to the ground.
“It’s Potter’s fault,”Draco says, pulling Harry against his sticky body, leaving Harry’s backside the only thing open to Ron’s horrified gaze. “And you know that has to be the truth.”
“How is this my fault?” Harry asks, even as he considers that he’s probably not in a position to be indignant about anything.
“You bent over,” says Draco. Between them, his hand splays on Harry’s stomach and Harry feels his cock stir.
“I don’t want to know,” Ron says, backing slowly out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
Harry summons their clothes and leans in to bite gently at Draco’s ear. “Can you talk like that without the potion?”
“Come back to mine and you’ll find out,” Draco says.
In retrospect, Harry thinks, being stuck in a small room with a raving Malfoy, and no prospect of getting out any time soon, is a rather wonderful way to spend the afternoon.