Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme
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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.
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.
Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (2/3)
Date: 2009-08-04 03:18 am (UTC)His face flamed; he could smell his sweat, half lust, half panic. He didn't look at Rafa, even with his curving, carved silhouette filling the half-open door.
"I thought that door between the suites was locked."
"I ask them earlier today to unlock."
Roger repeated it slowly. "You had them unlock it." Of course he did. Of course anyone on Mallorca would probably do anything Rafa wanted, if he asked them to.
Rafa padded further into the room. "In case maybe you need me." Roger was still looking straight ahead and so could only see him peripherally - he was backlit, bare-chested, dark red pajama bottoms riding high in back, lower under his midsection's stripes of muscle, baring the silky hairs pointing down.
Down. Roger swallowed. He couldn't see if it was just a shift of the fabric in the half-light - were Rafa's pants … tenting … in front?
"You are guest here. This is my home. If you do not know where something is, where to find everything you need …" he shrugged, spreading his hands expansively. His hair shadowed his face slightly, not hiding the steadiness of his eyes on Roger.
Roger tapped his tennis forearm with the fingers of his other hand, trying to hide - well, everything - and to stonily ignore Rafa's simple, eloquent appeal. Good luck with that, he thought to himself.
But - he had to know. "How long … were you standing there?"
Rafa came further forward. The screen's glow reflected his face's angles. He wet his lips, moving his eyes slowly from Roger to the images on screen, then back to Roger.
"Long enough to figure … maybe you need me, no?"
Roger had to look at him then. Rafa looked back at him. Ten thousand volts more energy than in the tripled images onscreen. At least.
"So I am right here."
Roger swallowed. His eyes dropped to Rafa's waistband before moving slowly back up his torso, to his shoulders, his face.
Rafa's pants were definitely tenting.
Roger got up out of the chair.
Rafa closed the distance between them with one step. He leaned his forehead right on Roger's.
Roger spoke low.
"You scared the shit out of me."
Rafa massaged the muscles in his chest, playing over his nipples. Roger shivered down to his feet. "Your heart feels like … can take it, no? Venga aquí
- come here." He started to pull Roger back, away from the desk, toward the bed.
Of course anyone on Mallorca would probably do anything Rafa wanted, if he asked them to …
Since he was here and all, Roger figured he should behave as anyone on Mallorca would. It was only polite.
They moved in unison toward the bed. Rafa stopped moving, pulled Roger close, let his hands roam and flicker over him.
Roger managed to stammer something like "You've been w-working on your net … hands."
Rafa looked through his hair at Roger. "We think about the tennis tomorrow, no?" One slow, sly smile. "Unless thinking about it - how you say - gets you off."
Roger blushed scarlet.
"You - you're not - look, Rafa, I -"
Rafa pushed his hands into Roger's hair and looked right in his eyes, and Roger could feel his cock, through all the fabric between them, hard and hot, right up against his own stomach, like he could feel his against Rafa's.
"Rogelio, what you think?" He leaned over and put his mouth on Roger's ear.
"I also have many … many … pictures of you, no?"
And before Roger could think any more about what Rafa just said, Rafa tightened his hands around his waist and waistband, crouched, and with his powerful legs hurled them both onto the bed, himself backward and Roger on top, where they landed with a double grunt.
"Hey, it's all muscle," Roger protested, scrabbling out of his shorts.
"For sure, I know this! That is what makes you land like bricks, no?" Coughing in recovery, Rafa slithered out of his pajama bottoms and shook them off both feet into the middle of the room.
Naked, kissing, they fell back on the bed.