| 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...) |
“What do you want from me?” Severus checks.
However he feels about him, Severus is damned if he's going to let Black have at his arse, not after all the comments the other man made in their youth about him bending over for any Death Eater who would have him. And okay, that's over fifteen years ago now, and maybe Severus should be over it, but it hurt. Especially as at the time, he'd only just realised he was gay, and hated the fact.
“Want you to fuck me. Want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow. God,” Sirius says hotly, mouthing at Severus's cock through his robes. “Please. Whatever you want from me you can have. Anything.”
“You have nothing I want,” Severus lies through his teeth.
“Can feel you're hard.” Sirius is nuzzling his erection with a fervour which is making it difficult for Severus to concentrate on anything else, even baiting him. “C'm'on, do it. Do me.” Sirius's last words are almost a moan, and Severus loses a little of his self-control.
“Take your pants off, Black,” he orders. “I want to see what I'm getting.”
Sirius struggles out of his underwear with more haste than glamour; and Severus is glad to see him like this – no longer graceful and cool, but sweaty and desperate and real. Sirius leans back, exposing himself to Severus, his hard, red cock twitching against his stomach, his legs slightly bent apart.
“Fuck, please,” he says again.
“Look at you,” Severus says, trying to sound unconcerned, though there is a hitch in his breath. “Showing yourself off like a bitch in heat.”
“I'll be your bitch,” Sirius says immediately. “Whatever. Severus.” The name is a plea.
Severus pushes his pants off, unable to resist any further, but unwilling to expose his entire body, scarred and pale as it is, to Sirius's gaze. All those years in Azkaban, and the man is still unfairly beautiful. Severus has never been that.
“Do you have lubrication?” he asks.
“Spell,” Sirius says breathlessly, looking around in helpless fashion for his wand.
Severus nods. He should have thought of that, for heaven's sake. He's not a child. Mind you, every teenager probably knows that spell better than he does. He pulls his wand from his robes and mutters the word, before adding a protection spell for good measure.
“I'm clean,” Sirius protests, looking a bit hurt.
“So am I, but it pays to be sensible,” Severus says, shutting Sirius up from saying more by the simple principle of running a small amount of the lube over the man's heated erection.
Sirius doesn't talk, but he's not silent. The noises coming out of his mouth are pornographic, and Severus is going to come without ever getting anywhere near inside Sirius at this rate. He switches to fingering the other man, who hitches his hips up and almost fucks himself on Severus's fingers. The noises increase in volume, a repeated, “uhhh,” sound with a few “fff-fuck”s and “yessss”es thrown in for good measure. Severus curls his fingers round, and finds – yes, that spot; and Sirius gives a surprised little “oh” sound, his eyes meeting Severus's with something like awe.