Welcome to our next pervy party game: Klue! It's like Clue, but with
kink!
The objective is simple.
Pick any sexual theme you like and combine it with a location and an object from the lists below the cut. Rather than person, place, and thing, it's
practice, place, and thing! Any character(s), any kink(s), anything goes!
• Fic must be 200 words minimum; art must be a sketch equivalent.
• Share your pieces in comments to this post.
• In the subject line or at the start of the comment box, list the kink, location, and object used (e.g. "Spanking in the Locker Room with a Beater's Bat") so that we know which prompts you picked.
If we get a good number of entries, we'll have some quick voting for silly awards (best use of prompt and so forth) like we did for Wheel of Fornication last year. :)
An important note for those who don't have InsaneJournal accounts: We keep trying to enable anonymous commenting so that people without IJ accounts can participate, but every time we do, the comm gets hit with dozens of spam bots. Nonetheless, we want everyone to be able to play along!! If you don't have an IJ but want to play, drop us an email (dd.mods at gmail) and we'll enable anon commenting for a day so that you can post. OR email your piece to us so that we can post it for you. OR, if you're interested in starting an IJ, let us know that as well. We have a few spare invitation codes we can give out.
| PLACES: |
THINGS: |
| the Eiffel Tower at sunset |
edible arrangements |
| a celebration in Hogwarts' Great Hall |
love letter(s) |
| staff room surprise party |
magical re-gifts |
| Hogwarts' gardens/rose bushes |
anonymous and explicit greeting card(s) |
| masked ball/masquerade |
crudites/hors d'oeuvres |
| the Tower of London |
champagne |
| first Order of Merlin awards ceremony after the war |
a spool of gift ribbon |
| Quidditch pitch |
party horn AKA blowout AKA paper tongue |
| bonfire celebration |
Spello-tape |
| in the bathroom/closet/wardrobe at a fancy party |
magical party favors/swag bags |
| an (empty?) office at the Ministry of Magic |
dress robes |
| a gathering at the Burrow |
confetti |
| a celebration in the Hogwarts dorms (any House) |
birthday cake and (a lot of?) candles |
| the Hogwarts Express (party car??) |
pin the ___ on the ___ game |
| the Shrieking Shack |
third anniversary gifts (leather...?!) |
| Greenhouse 3 |
balloons |
Klue will continue until Thursday, March 28. Be dirty, be creative, and
celebrate!
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“Draco!”
He was pulled to a stop, the bottle taken from him. He had enough time to blink blurrily a couple of times before a pair of warm lips connected with his in a sloppy kiss.
“Mmm.”
Draco’s skin buzzed with the heady combination of lust and alcohol that flowed through him. His head spun as he opened his mouth and pressed closer. Pleasure spiked through him as he felt something hard pressing against his erection.
“Theo…”
“Want you, Draco.”
This was new. Theo was new. Draco hadn’t even suspected Theo had leanings his way until the end-of-year celebrations held in the Slytherin common room. ‘One last chance’ and all that rot. He watched as Theo gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of the expensive champagne Draco had provided for the celebration.
“You can have me.”
They staggered, giggling, along the corridor together, their hands grasping and pinching wherever they could manage to reach. Draco’s mind tingled with the knowledge of what he was about to do. And with who. They entered the first room they encountered, not caring whose it was. The bottle thunked down onto the floor, spilling its contents. Draco hardly noticed it. Falling onto the closest bed, he dragged Theo down with him.
They didn’t speak. Draco pulled Theo into a deep kiss as Theo aligned their hips and began thrusting. It wasn’t pretty, or long.
Pressure built rapidly inside of Draco. He spread his legs, allowing Theo to slip his thigh in-between them. His hips jerked as Theo moved on top of him. The friction warmed him as well as sending jolts of pleasure through him. Sweat broke out on his top lip. His nails dug deeply into Theo’s shoulders. His back arched. A loud whine escaped his throat as the world spun around him, tipping him over the edge.
Theo thrust wildly against his thigh a few more times before moaning his own release. He collapsed, completely boneless, atop of Draco. The sweet scent of the champagne flooded Draco’s overloaded senses. His fingers trailed lazily down Theo’s back towards his arse.
“Should’ve done that much sooner.”
“Haven’t had much to celebrate before now.”
Draco smiled as he felt sleep trying to claim him. “We’ll have to change that, then.”