Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme

[louiselux]

I stole this idea from many others, but most memorably vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works:

You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.

Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.

Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.

About the requests:

A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.

About the replies:

If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.

In general:

Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.

Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.

If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.

Please, no underage characters having sex.

Request! If your request is filled, write another one!

Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!

Read! Everyone loves a reader!

I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!

ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.

Comments

Pt 1

[(Anonymous)]

Rafa has never seen Roger like this. He's leaning against the bed frame with his knees, shirt twisted and half unbuttoned, grinning like a madman. He's singing the theme song to some old television show or something, off-key of course, and he's just told Rafa he wants to fuck him against the wall. Rafa is on the verge of wondering just how drunk Roger is now until he remembers that he's had quite a few himself, and realises that he's hanging over the side of the bed giggling up at Roger's upside down face. Everything is incredibly funny, and actually Rafa thinks he might quite enjoy being fucked up against the wall. But only if Roger stops singing.

"Rogi, shhhhhh!" Rafa cries suddenly. "I want - oh! Look!" In the midst of his sentence, Rafa drags his arm into the air, clutching a tennis racquet. "I think under the bed is bad place for keep your racquets Rogi."

Roger laughs and grabs for it, misses, narrowly avoids toppling onto the bed. He laughs again. "That's where that one goes," he contests vaguely.

"Why?" Rafa is holding the racquet tight against his face, nose and cheek pressing through the holes.

"Because... because it's, you know, for using... not on court?"

"Why- what, wait, no, what is what I mean to say," Rafa slurs. Roger isn't sure he understands, but that might be okay because Rafa doesn't seem to either. He decides to test the liquored-up water.

"It's my sex racquet!"

Rafa goes silent. He's pondering that statement, Roger assumes. Or he's fallen asleep. Roger flops inelegantly onto the mattress and jabs at Rafa's ribs.

"Hey!" Rafa protests. Pondering, then. And then he surprises Roger a little, "I don't understand. Sex racquet? You must show me, no?"

That's how is starts.

Pt 2

[(Anonymous)]

Five minutes later, still on the bed, clothes are removed and the tennis racquet has traded hands. Roger rests astride Rafa, a devious look on his face. The light strings of the racquet lay soft against Rafa's belly. Roger rakes it across his stomach, and Rafa squirms as the cooler frame bumps against his hardened cock. Roger huffs in satisfaction.

"See, good already, right?"

Rafa merely nods. For a few minutes more Roger teases him, running the strings over his belly and chest, applying pressure occasionally, watching Rafa bite his lip and sigh beneath him. By the time he rolls the man over onto his stomach, Roger isn't sure how much longer Rafa will hold out.

"Oh!" Rafa.

The checkered imprint of the racquet's strings run red across his arse. Roger chuckles, raises the racquet, spanks him again. Rafa shudders and thrusts against the sheets.

The merry haze of alcohol hovers in Roger's mind, and as he brings the racquet down yet again, his other hand reaches for his cock. He strokes himself casually, still chuckling at Rafa's twisting form. Despite the fact that honestly he'd had no idea what he was talking about when he staked the claim of "sex racquet", Roger finds he's enjoying himself even more than he usually does when he has a tennis racquet in his hand.

By now Rafa is panting, his arse layered with fine red marks. Slowly Roger runs the frame of the racquet between Rafa's cheeks. Rafa moans softly, impatiently. Roger has one more devious thought in mind.

The lube is fished from the bedside table and slathered over Roger's hands. With as much care as he can muster Roger prepares Rafa, fingers sliding in, scissoring, stretching him. Rafa has started grasping at the sheets and groaning. When Roger brings the heavily lubricated handle of the racquet to Rafa's arse, Rafa inhales sharply. He can't see, but he can sense.

"Rafa?"

The man's voice comes out low and quivering, "Rogi, mh, yes. Please, just do."

It's all the encouragement Roger needs as he carefully, gently parts Rafa's arse cheeks and presses the very end of the racquet handle into his opening.

"Aah!" Rafa can't help the yelp that escapes his lips as he feels the handle slowly slide into him. There is pain somewhere, but he can hardly feel it. It's rigid, ribbed, larger than he had expected. In further. Out, back in. It's dirty and wrong, delicate thrusting, and God, he's so close.

Roger watches in wonder as Rafa bucks into the mattress, grasps at the sheets with white-knuckled fists, and comes with a cry of Spanish curses. The handle of the tennis racquet is still hard inside him, and Roger withdraws it slowly, seeing Rafa shiver as he does so.

Rafa is breathing heavily, covered in sweat and murmuring something Roger can't quite hear. Roger kneels behind him, still hard. He'll wait, he decides, until Rafa has recovered. After all, the racquet isn't going anywhere.

Re: Pt 2

[(Anonymous)]

That was hot. Loved the part with the racquet handle - I can think of so many ways that could go wrong but... yeah. That was just so right! Hot.

Re: Pt 2

[(Anonymous)]

Author here - thanks! :D Lol, I couldn't believe I wrote that, but if it worked, I'm happy!

Re: Pt 2

[(Anonymous)]

*fans herself* Holy mother, those are some excellent uses for a racket. Way to lead off the kinky fic!