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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...

THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * PART THREE (OVERFLOW) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX * PART SEVEN * PART EIGHT


GENERAL RULES;

IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
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♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
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♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

If you have any questions or ideas that I can help you with, feel free to PM me. I'll be around.

Kitty





[ARCHIVING]
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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D

PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

NEW RULE;

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE 'FILL' RULES. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE. thank you.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.
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Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Mark makes comments about how samey the sex they have is, Eduardo rents a hotel room and fucks Mark six different ways before check out.

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Re: Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Well I'd rather like Eduardo fucking Mark with Mark bent over his computer - either with Mark coming over the laptop. Or, with the camera on and Mark being made to watch Eduardo fucking him.

Oh! I'd love them to perhaps go to dinner at the hotel and Mark wearing toys while they eat. And very much with Mark having a control that he keeps playing with.

And a bonus, even though it is build up rather than the actual sex, I'd love for Mark to be either tied up, or forced to keep his hands to himself while Eduardo kisses/strokes or teases Mark. And whenever Mark talks or moves his hands Eduardo starts from the very beginning again. And maybe Eduardo is forced to tie Mark up because of it. Because Mark being tied up (or at least just his hands) while Eduardo fucks him would be rather hot.

Re: Eduardo/Mark - seas0ul, 2012-01-12 11:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)

fill: shake it up (1a/3)

in the words of literary genius lil jon, lotta freaky nasty things is gonna go down. just sayin'. i don't really think anything in here requires a warning, unless i need one for lots of kinky marathon sex. maybe run-on sentences and comma-abuse, watch out for those. also, why is this a month late, i swear it was just yesterday i said i would write this. title from steve aoki. k.

*

Despite his extremely practiced pokerface, Mark happens to enjoy sex a great deal.

Especially sex with Eduardo. He loves sex with Eduardo.

*

Of course, the sex happens to be a little on the vanilla side, because Eduardo, for some reason, tends to treat his partners like delicate fucking flowers, and sometimes, Mark really just wants to show Eduardo how much of a delicate flower he really isn't.

Still, no matter how everyday, too-comfortable-with-each-other casual their sex has become, Eduardo always ensures Mark's vision goes white when he comes, and Mark can at least appreciate that.

That part of the sex always seems fresh and exciting, even when it's brought about by the same situation, same position, each time.

*

Eduardo also manages to pick up on every detail of his partners' mood shifts, no matter how minute the shift may be.

*

One night, after Eduardo has pulled out and Mark is left aching and sore and sticky all over with sweat and come, Eduardo asks him why he still seems on edge - usually, after Mark has come, all of the residual pent-up energy seeps out of his pores and he can loosen up and pass out; tonight, he stares at the ceiling, reminiscing about the first time he and Eduardo had had sex, when the sex was gloriously athletic and rigorous, when Eduardo had given him the fucking of a lifetime, and he'd been sore for no less than a week afterward.

And Mark wants to, one time, just one time, get Eduardo pinned down so he can ride his cock until he's crying with how good it feels.

*

Of course, his post-coitus brain cell loss decides to team up with his blunt personality and his lack of a verbal filter, and somehow he ends up word-vomiting things that might seem a little harsh to people who haven't been exposed to it for years.

"Don't you ever get bored with our sex?" he asks, and even as he's saying it, he feels terrified that Eduardo will do something terrible like get suddenly offended and break up with him, even though he's said worse things and seen Eduardo's face light up in some strange, fondly-exasperated-and-vaguely-disappointed glow.

Which is seemingly what he does now.

But Mark knows Eduardo's expressions just as well as Eduardo knows his, and behind the fondness and the vague disappointment and offense, is an air of smug Mark's almost never seen on his face before. An air of mischievousness that leaves his flaccid dick twitching uselessly and his heart beating at the idea that Eduardo has something much, much bigger planned for him.

*

Edited at 2012-02-17 09:11 am (UTC)

fill: shake it up (1b/3)

porn comes tomorrow/this weekend, but it's 415 and i'm dead fucking tired, dudes

He waits impatiently for six sexless days after that night, in which Eduardo makes Mark keep a regular sleep cycle; he's always in bed before midnight, and after the first restless and painfully horny night, in which he'd tossed and turned for three hours before locking himself in the bathroom and jerking off aggressively - and loudly, as if to convince Eduardo that they should have had sex, that they should be having sex - asleep before one.

In that week, Eduardo is also more pushy than normal about Mark eating healthily. He wakes him up at normal working hours, around eight or nine, never after eleven, with a full breakfast crammed with lots of proteins and minerals, and coerces him to limit his caffeine intake and replace his usual second and third cup of coffee with milk or juice.

It's nice and calm and blissfully domestic and he fucking hates it.

He tries to initiate kitchen sex no less than three times, and almost chokes on several different varieties of fruit when he tries to eat them coquettishly - there are a lot of bananas swallowed almost-whole and sticky fingers from the juice of strawberries ruining his keyboards.

A lot of poor, innocent dishes get thrown around, slammed down, and broken out of frustration, and on the fourth day he refuses to eat until Eduardo is forced to hand-feed him, which, in his book, counts as a step in the right direction.

On the fourth night, at dinner, he attempts to do the same thing, and Eduardo's face takes on that ridiculously sexy expression that says he's about to be thrown over Eduardo's knees and spanked rose-red.

But the look is gone just as fast as it had arrived, and he stabs at his chicken and rice like he intends to murder it, pulverizing it between his teeth and mercifully avoiding any embarrassing choking.

At the very least, he knows now that the lack of sex is affecting Eduardo, too. He thinks that maybe if he keeps it up Eduardo will get frustrated and angry and the night will end in some rough sex.

Instead, they watch a movie and make-out on the couch, until, cockblocked again, Mark leaves to jerk off in their bedroom, half-hoping that Eduardo will come in and find him moaning and writhing around and give in, and disappointed when he doesn't, but he comes anyway, and the orgasm is nothing compared to what they are with Eduardo.

He goes to sleep early and wakes up early with a half-hard dick and come-soaked boxers and prays that Eduardo will end this fucking nonsense already.

*

Mark lucks out early on the sixth morning, when he wakes up to Eduardo's raging hard-on stabbing him in the thigh and is grateful when Eduardo, sleepily - Wardo must be half-asleep, still, because every other morning this week when one or both of them had woken up hard, Eduardo'd practically flown out of bed and into the kitchen to avoid any sex happening - wraps a hand around both of their cocks and when he comes it's fucking awesome, and he rolls on top of Eduardo and grinds down and begs every deity he's ever been taught about that the day will be spent in bed, and that by the end of it, the bedsheets will be covered in come and the mattress soaked through with sweat.

But Eduardo sighs and pushes at his shoulder, rolls out from under him, and goes to make breakfast.

When Mark grumpily goes to meet him in the kitchen and downs half a cup of steaming black coffee in one swallow, Eduardo looks at him, sighs, and says, "Just wait a little while longer, Mark, I swear it'll be worth it," and he hopes to God that means what he thinks it means - that Eduardo is having the same sex-marathon thoughts, daydreams, fucking wet dreams, that he's been having.

*

Re: fill: shake it up (1b/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-17 01:49 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (1b/3) - slasher48, 2012-02-17 03:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (1b/3) - skyearth85, 2012-02-17 07:47 pm (UTC)(Expand)

fill: shake it up (2a/3)

why does everything i write have a complete lack of dialogue, omg. anyway, have this bit before i pass out. this is actually only the first half of part two. believe that i was actually planning to get to the sex tonight, i just overestimated how much not-sex i'd planned to write ;__;

He gets a lot antsier after that, the anticipation digging in the back of his skull and itching under his skin, bone-deep.

It makes it hard to concentrate at the meeting he's required to go to at headquarters in the early afternoon; Eduardo had driven him in, and he'd had to put a lot of effort into refraining from giving him road head. The drive is staggeringly quiet, the air between them heavy and thick with sexual tension from the proximity, and he spends most of it glaring out the window and shifting around trying not to pop inappropriate boners.

On top of that, it's Friday, and usually on Friday nights, they order in and split a six-pack or two and have sex on the couch, or sometimes, on the living room floor - or once, when Eduardo was feeling particularly pent-up, with him bent across the dining room table. He always has that to look forward to, and now he's not so sure that will happen tonight, and he is not mentally prepared to be denied his Friday night half-drunk living room sex.

He spends most of the board meeting trying to avoid lashing out at the poor interns sitting in and failing spectacularly, and he gets a lot of totally justified, terrified looks cast his way.

Dustin laughs at him and he thinks of at least forty different ways to murder him.

And then he asks if Eduardo's been holding out on him, and he growls and nearly pounces and Dustin's face goes from a shit-eating grin to a level of terror that rivals the interns'; Mark feels like that's an accomplishment - and also a little guilty, because Dustin is his friend and just because Mark isn't having all the sex he's usually having, doesn't give him the right to lash out on his friends.

He grumbles out a yes and something that Dustin might interpret as an apology, but he assures him, is not actually an apology, and then he turns around and dumps a coffee on some poor, undeserving kid, and he wonders how he survived before Eduardo and he got together and had impossible amounts of sex.

And seriously, the longest he's gone without sex in the past few years was when he caught a violent flu that left him mostly-unconscious for nearly three days, and even then they'd had fever sex at least once in that time, and why is Eduardo doing this to him, Jesus, he might actually be about to die from the lack of orgasms.

He doesn't know how much longer he can keep up with this no-sex nonsense without actually killing someone.

He spends most of the rest of the meeting distracting himself by daydreaming various, gloriously filthy ways he'd like Eduardo to fuck him, and has to cut out fifteen minutes early with a tell-tale bump in the front of his pants to lock himself in the executive bathroom and jerk off furiously.

He's only mildly stressed out by the time Eduardo comes to pick him up.

*

fill: shake it up (2b/3)

any last-minute requests, now would be the time!

When he gets in the car, he's greeted with a blinding smile that does absolutely nothing good to the post-orgasm buzz still running through his veins. Eduardo only greets him with that smile when he has something he knows will make Mark very, very happy.

He always associates that smile, that look, with nights that end in at least two mind-blowing orgasms.

And then Eduardo leans over the stick-shift and kisses him in a way that Mark can only think will lead to one thing, and one thing only; and he likes the idea of that thing very much. Very much indeed.

Maybe he'll end up getting his Friday night sex after all.

He's too busy daydreaming about the promise behind that kiss and grinning to himself to notice their weekender bag packed in the backseat, or that Eduardo has chosen to take a different way home; a way he's never taken home - a way that he's not even aware lead to home.

He closes his eyes and imagines all the wonderful things that might come of this night, and Eduardo reaches over to squeeze his hand when he's not using the shift, and kisses him at two stoplights.

The ride takes longer than it should, and when they finally roll to a stop and his stomach is fluttering at the last image that had flashed before his eyes - which had included a lot of wall sex - he finds they're not at home, but outside of a very flashy hotel.

He goes momentarily breathless, and when he asks, "What?", he finds he's actually confused.

"You've been good, Mark. I think I should reward you," and the look that follows has his face going red and his blood rushing south.

And he thinks suddenly that maybe he's underestimated Eduardo's orgasm-giving abilities, because he nearly comes in his pants when Eduardo drags him out of the car and keeps an arm snug around his waist when he checks them in.

Maybe he should start associating that look with more than just two mind-blowing orgasms.

*

Their room turns out to be a lavish suite, and, conveniently, the suites surrounding it have also been reserved by Eduardo.

The first thing he notices is the bed, which is larger than their own; and when he and Eduardo'd moved in together, he'd ensured that they'd bought the largest possible available bed.

He's too turned-on to be properly impressed.

The next thing he takes into account is that the top of the bedside table has been thoroughly stocked with several bottles of lube and scattered packets of condoms - not that they really use condoms all that often anymore. He scoffs at Eduardo, who's flushed; probably embarrassed by the amount of preparation he'd gone through to make sure everything was perfect upon their arrival.

He's momentarily surprised that there aren't rose petals covering the bed; however, he wouldn't be surprised if Eduardo had taken that into consideration and then trashed the idea, the absolute sap.

Mark turns around, smirks, goes up on his tip-toes, and kisses Eduardo, open-mouthed and sloppy. He's met with the perfect amount of tongue, back. He swings an arm around Eduardo's neck and walks backward toward the bed, completely disregarding the canvas bag stuffed between the side of the bed and the nightstand, which confuses him somewhere in the back of his mind, because Eduardo'd brought their overnight bags with them - what could possibly be in that one?

But soon enough, he gets caught up in the kiss, and leans back into the ridiculous pile of pillows littering the headboard, already stripping Eduardo of his tie and unbuttoning the buttons at his collar. Eduardo hovers over him, reaches down to palm his already half-erect dick through his pants, and he groans, because Jesus, it's been so long since Eduardo's actually touched him with this much intent that he nearly comes already.

"Mmm," Eduardo hums, "You should know how much I've missed hearing your whiny little moans when we fuck."

"Then maybe you should have fucked me a week ago, asshole," and Mark pushes up to bite a particularly harsh beginning of a hickey into the side of his neck.

"Saving energy for this weekend, baby," and if that isn't a promise of marathon sex, Mark doesn't know what is.

*

Re: fill: shake it up (2b/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-18 09:57 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - oflights, 2012-02-18 06:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)

fill: shake it up (2c/3)

in this update: multiple orgasms, rimming, some spanking. lotta porn, y'all. even more run-on sentences. you have been warned. also, because this one scene is, for some reason, longer than planned, the last four or five or whatever scenes will come tomorrow/monday.

The first orgasm comes quickly - not that he's expecting otherwise, because seriously, a week is too fucking long, and he has missed sex with Eduardo a lot more than he's probably willing to let on.

Also unsurprisingly, it happens before he's even got most of his - or Eduardo's - clothes all the way off; his pants are pulled down around his knees and his shirt's rucked up his stomach, and Eduardo has his cock in his mouth and two fingers of one hand between Mark's lips, the other hand trailing along the skin behind his balls, circling his asshole, but not entering him, not yet. Because Eduardo is still a god-awful tease.

When he comes he's glad Eduardo chose to rent out the rest of the suites on the floor, because it's less a moan and more a wail of pleasure, and even if the walls are probably sound-proofed for just this occasion, he's sure the sound ricochets off the windows and make it into the surrounding rooms anyway, and he's not so sure the people who would have potentially been in the next suite would have been as appreciative of his orgasm as he is.

Not that he would have cared about the people in the next suite enough to muffle his sex noises.

He can tell already that this orgasm was just meant to get the edge off, to bring him back down to normal-people levels of arousal, and that in no way is this night meant to end after one orgasm. Thank God he's pent-up enough that he'll probably be able to handle as many orgasms as he's hoping he'll get.

He draws Eduardo's fingers into his mouth and laves at them, pulls off to kiss at his fingertips and Eduardo slides up his body to press a bruising kiss to his lips, and pulls at his arms until he's in an upright position. He pulls Mark's shirt over his head and drops a kiss to his shoulder, and Mark kicks his pants off, and Eduardo is graced with the glorious revelation that Mark had chosen to forgo underwear this morning.

Mark grins at him and Wardo sneaks a hand down to tug at his only half-softened cock, and Mark hisses because it's still sort of sensitive from a few minutes ago.

He coaxes Mark onto his knees and pushes him to face the headboard, and then puts a hand in his hair and pushes his head down into the pillows, his hips up, ass flush against the front of Eduardo's own precome-soaked trousers - and how is Eduardo not even naked yet - and then Eduardo does something Mark's only ever dreamed he would do.

He kisses down Mark's spine, wetly, and bites when he gets to his tailbone, and then he pulls his asscheeks apart and drags his tongue down to his hole, and if Mark cries out and jerks forward and moans out a bunch of unintelligible nonsense, that's no-one else's business but his own.

His hips stutter for a few unsure seconds, little aborted movements, not sure how to react, not sure whether to push forward to get away from the touch, or to press back onto Eduardo's wonderful, magical, orgasm-inducing tongue. He chooses to press back, and is rewarded with the press of the tip of Eduardo's tongue into his clenched asshole. It's soft and wet, and also nowhere near deep enough, but he has enough dignity remaining to not resort to begging for Eduardo's cock.

He buries a groan into one of the pillows and tries to grind his ass back, and is surprised and delighted when Eduardo takes one hand off of his ass to pull back and smack the cheek it was just resting on, hard.

fill: shake it up (2d/3)

Eduardo's never spanked him before, and a flood of arousal rushes over him, and he very nearly comes again already, and he's sure he would have, if his cock would get with the picture and harden quicker.

Eduardo pulls his tongue out of him and licks at the skin around his hole, and then when he goes to press his tongue back into him, a lube-soaked thumb - and when did Eduardo even obtain the lube? - accompanies it, just the tip pressing into him at first, stretching him just a little, hooking just inside of him and tugging him back.

Eduardo slips his tongue back out and Mark whines, and Eduardo spanks him again, thumb still inside of him, and Jesus, Eduardo might kill him tonight. Vanilla sex for months, years, and he decides to break out all of the kinks in one night, and he is going to die happy, blissfully strung out on orgasms.

He hopes Eduardo realizes that they will never be able to go back to normal, casual vanilla sex ever again - he will never be satisfied with anything less than this. It's Eduardo's fault, honestly; he will forever be addicted to this much pleasure, and anything less will never again suffice.

He wriggles his hips around and Eduardo slides his thumb out, too, and Mark slits his eyes open and turns his head just enough to glare back at him, and Eduardo chooses then to slick up two fingers and push them in, and slides his tongue in between them, stretching him out further. He clenches his eyes shut and makes a shaky, pathetic noise that's bordering on a whimper, and bites at the edge of the pillow to stifle any further unbecoming noises.

And then Eduardo's fingers find his prostate and press, and he yelps and his fingers grip the sheets, and his cock bounces back to full hardness, heavy and wet with precome against his stomach.

"Wardo," he whispers, although it sounds choppy and broken and less like a real word, and he needs to come again, and sooner rather than later would be nice, goddamnit.

He can feel Eduardo's smile between his thighs, and he pulls away to thrust his fingers in him, again and again, hot and sloppy wet and squelching each time.

He slips a third finger in and Mark's thighs start shaking, straining to keep upright as Eduardo keeps pressing against his prostate, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine and straight through to his cock.

"Wardo," he says, a little less shakily, "if you have any mercy at all, you will fuck me n-" and he cuts off into a wet moan as Eduardo pulls his free hand back and swats at his ass again.

"Has anyone ever told you you have a filthy mouth, baby? I'll fuck you when I'm ready."

Mark has never heard Eduardo so confident and commanding, and his cock throbs painfully. He growls and pushes his ass back against Eduardo's fingers, hoping Eduardo will get back to the finger-fucking.

Eduardo's fingers still where they rest inside of him, massaging lightly just against his prostate, and he sighs and resigns himself to the fact that Eduardo is definitely going to remain the one in charge of how this night will play out.

fill: shake it up (2e/3)

He can feel Eduardo's own rock-hard cock pressing into his upper thigh, and Eduardo jerks against him when he moans again and it's only a couple minutes or so more before Eduardo finally, finally, pulls his cock out of his zipper and spreads what must be at least half a bottle of lube between his ass, on his cock, and his fingers, and presses the blunt tip of his dick against his ass with his fingers still inside, and if he weren't so desperate to come with Eduardo inside of him, he'd probably have come from that alone.

He pulls his fingers out, dragging them against his prostate very deliberately on the way out, and presses the first few inches inside without much warning other than Eduardo's rapid, shallow breaths.

It's tight, and sloppy, and insanely wet, and Eduardo pushes in the rest of the way after a few seconds, and his fingers lock up where they're clenched in the sheets.

He's so used to hearing Eduardo ask if he's okay, or if he's ready, that it's mostly unexpected - but totally welcomed - when Eduardo pulls out and slams back in almost immediately, hips pressed flush against his own, fucking down into him rigorously.

And how has Wardo been holding out on him for so long, when they could have been having this amazing sex all this time, he'll never know.

The flesh of his ass bounces and reddens under Eduardo's attentions, under Eduardo's fingertips digging into his skin, nails biting pleasantly at the cleft of his ass, thick cock pressed into him, without the normal, sappy care he's usually given.

Eduardo thrusts down into him, and it almost hurts, the force behind it, but it's so fucking good, he wants to beg Eduardo to never stop, ever. "More," he cries, and Eduardo's thrusts speed up, barely pulling out before slamming back down against him.

"Fucking harder, Eduardo," he says, and Eduardo spanks him again, and everything is so good, Eduardo is so good to him, how can everything be this perfect.

He comes without a hand on him no more than a minute after Eduardo's cock finds and presses against his prostate, the final straw being when Eduardo slaps him again, right on his upper thigh, at the same time as he thrusts up against his prostate, and the noise that leaves his mouth when he does is almost inhuman, throaty and aggressive. His vision goes white behind his eyelids and he goes limp, Eduardo's cock still pounding into him mercilessly, and he hopes Eduardo has a lot more of this planned for the weekend; he could get used to this kind of sex.

Wardo lets go a minute later, hot come shooting into his asshole, and he pulls out before the last of it hits, so it spills on his ass and lower back and some even drips down onto his thighs, and Eduardo is never this filthy during sex, good God, it's beautiful. He's never felt so sexy, so thoroughly wrecked and owned, and all Eduardo's forever.

Eduardo doesn't even try to clean them up - probably, he knows he's just going to dirty him up again in an hour or so anyway, and any attempt to get clean would just be futile. Wardo flops over onto his back, pulls Mark down with him, rubs a hand across the sticky, tacky come on his stomach. He kisses the back of his neck and says, "Feeling a little better, baby?" and Mark scoffs, because, now he gets sappy.

"Please, Wardo," he says, and his voice sounds foreign to his own ears, rubbed raw and unused, "I'm just waiting for you to get it up again. A week of no sex, Eduardo, you fucking owe me."

Eduardo smiles against his neck, pulls his hips back against his own, and says "Sleep first. More sex later," and Mark has never been more okay with any of Eduardo's ideas.

ps: again, any last minute requests concerning how you'd like the sex to play out, now would be the time to mention them! hope you're enjoying, op, i'm not sure how much of the original prompt i'm actually fulfilling ;__;

Edited at 2012-02-19 09:38 am (UTC)

Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-19 06:53 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-19 12:15 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - seas0ul, 2012-02-20 02:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-19 12:19 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - seas0ul, 2012-02-20 02:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - oflights, 2012-02-19 04:00 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - seas0ul, 2012-02-20 02:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - skyearth85, 2012-02-19 06:19 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - seas0ul, 2012-02-20 02:26 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-19 07:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - seas0ul, 2012-02-20 02:30 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-20 02:31 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - seas0ul, 2012-02-20 02:37 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-20 02:38 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (2e/3) - goldendoods, 2012-02-20 02:43 am (UTC)(Expand)

fill: shake it up (3a/4)

included in this update/the update that will come tomorrow: restraints/light bondage, blindfolds, whipping/spanking. regretfully small update for right now, ugh, sorry. this is basically just a teaser. i'll make up for it with a whole fuckton of porn tomorrow!

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He wakes up - and after consulting the alarm clock on the bedside table, finds it's a little over two hours since he'd fallen asleep - to the sounds of Eduardo rifling through the bag that'd been crammed between the bed and the table earlier, although, Eduardo's moved it to the end of the bed since. Their other bags have taken up a residency on one of the oversized chairs in the corner of the room, by the window.

He makes a grumbly noise of recognition, stretches out his cramped up legs, and asks, "What's in the bag?"

He seems to startle Eduardo, who goes wide-eyed and flushed, which makes him smile, because not two hours ago, Wardo was fucking him senseless. How his boyfriend can be so adorable and so insanely sexy evades him.

"You'll see," Eduardo smirks, and then he waits a beat and says, "You should probably choose a safeword."

Mark gasps and promptly chokes on thin air. He thinks for a minute or two about ones he's used in the passed, and settles for, "Um. Red."

"Red," Eduardo repeats, rolling it around in his mouth, like he's feeling the word out, testing it. "Okay." He dumps the bag onto the bedspread and asks, "Anything particular you'd like to try first?"

Mark's mouth goes dry. He sits up and moves closer, eyes running over the bounty of toys, and the first thing that his eyes catch on is a pair of thick leather restraints. He stares at them carefully, his breath catching in his throat and his heart beating faster.

Next to them sits a set of handcuffs, a pile of satin ties, a blindfold, a spreader bar, a cock ring, nipple clamps, and a ball gag.

Other than that, there's a whip with feathers on one end, a paddle, a riding crop, and two dildos - still in their packaging, which makes him wonder if Eduardo went out and bought all of this today, specifically for this weekend.

His eyes trail back to the restraints. Eduardo follows his gaze and touches them, picks them up, runs his fingers along the leather slowly, teasingly. "Do you want these, baby? What else?"

Mark whimpers and his cock twitches pathetically under the sheets. He reaches his hand out and touches the blindfold, satiny under his fingertips, and moves on to the whip, runs his fingers through the strands of leather. He picks it up and pushes it quickly into Eduardo's waiting hands.

Re: fill: shake it up (3a/4) - themovieguru, 2012-03-05 01:41 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: shake it up (3a/4) - seas0ul, 2012-03-05 02:24 am (UTC)(Expand)

fill: shake it up (3b/4) (tw: restraints)

...........tomorrow is definitely code for "two weeks," don't google it just believe me. it's a true fact. tomorrow = two weeks. but on the real, if you're (don't) have me friended/read any of my personal entries/didn't read the little note i commented on a few days ago, the past two weeks have been kinda rough on me mentally, and i've been in virtually no condition to write. but here's this bit, and we'll see if i can put up another bit before i pass out - time kinda flew, k.

Eduardo drops the whip and presses the restraints into the sheets next to them, kneels on the bed, leans over Mark to trail his fingers down Mark's cheek and kisses him chastely. His face takes on a carefully reverent expression that means he's about five seconds from bursting out with something sappy that would probably kill Mark's boner - not that there are many things that could kill his boner now - but what he actually says is, "Are you sure?" and Mark nearly bites through his lip to refrain shouting that yes, yes he is definitely sure, and will Eduardo get to it already before he fucking does it himself.

Mark barely manages a stubborn, frustrated huff in reply. He licks his way into Wardo's mouth as a distraction and shoves the sheet away from him until it falls, forgotten, to the floor. The air that passes over his newly-bared legs reminds him of the tacky come dried to his skin and he shudders, not entirely as disgusted by it as he thinks he should be.

"I trust you, Wardo," he says, in between sucking on Eduardo's tongue and debating the merits of mouthing off to Eduardo right now - he figures, since Eduardo is clearly into the whole "teaching Mark to watch his mouth by way of pleasure/pain" thing, tonight, he could probably find the right thing to say to get Eduardo to spank him again. He goes with, "And by that I mean: I trust you to fuck me right now before I'm forced to do it myself," and is rewarded with a sharp tug on his hair that leaves his scalp tingling. He hisses/moans and feels his cock jerk with need, spreading slick across his thigh. He presses a sweaty palm against it and is not surprised in the least when Eduardo catches his wrist and swats it away from his dick.

Eduardo keeps his fingers wrapped around Mark's wrist, fingertips a bruising pressure against the bone. It comes to him as kind of a shock how much the grip turns him on.

Eduardo's other hand untangles itself from his hair and curls around his waist, instead. "Get on your knees and turn around," Eduardo says, when he's pulled away from Mark's mouth again.

He obeys silently and less-than-gracefully; Eduardo still has a grip on his wrist and tries to maintain his hold on his waist, too, and all the touching distracts his movement and makes it a little awkward when he tries to shift. He ends up kneeling, ass arched out toward Eduardo invitingly, staring down at the headboard in front of him, one hand pressing into his lower back, the other floating around his hips. It twitches, like he almost means to move it to the edge of the headboard instead, but Eduardo grips it with his other hand and clasps his long fingers around both of his wrists, behind his back, before he can move to do so.

He tugs at Mark's wrists, uses the leverage to pull him back until his neck is within reach, and then sucks a bright red mark into the side of it. He lets Mark's wrists drop and says, low, right next to Mark's ear, "Put your wrists together and grip the top of the headboard."

Mark's heartbeat speeds up a little, his breathing gone choppy and laboured. He follows the order, and waits - rather impatiently - for the sound of the clinking of the chain connecting the restraints in Eduardo's hands to get closer. He tries to keep his hands from shaking as Eduardo unsnaps the buckles and wraps one of them around his left wrist, buckles it tightly, leather leaving red lines on his flesh, and takes his right wrist in hand to do the same.

When they're both buckled, he tries to pull his hands apart, testing the range of movement allotted, and is delighted to find his hands won't move much more than a few inches apart when the chain is pulled fully taut between them.

Edited at 2012-03-10 09:06 am (UTC)

Re: fill: shake it up (3b/4) (tw: restraints) - (Anonymous), 2012-03-10 07:13 am (UTC)(Expand)

fill: shake it up (3c/4) (tw: blindfolds, restraints, whipping)

yeah well i was going to save this just to put up the entire scene at one point in time, but lbr, i'm pretty unreliable, so even if it'll probably be tomorrow anyway, i'm not going to make any promises and i don't want to put this off, so. also i was going to write more, but then spring ahead, and regular sleep schedule? lol no go away

Mark shuts his eyes and keeps his fingers clenched around the headboard, waiting for Eduardo's next move. Eduardo leans forward, warm chest pressed to his back, and kisses the side of his neck again, licking at the blossoming bruise from where he'd bitten and sucked earlier, and he jerks forward unintentionally at the feel of Eduardo sliding the silk blindfold across his throat. He feels like his pulse is beating out of control, rabbit-quick, thumping in his throat where Eduardo's fingertips tap out a rhythm.

Eduardo drags the blindfold up over his eyes and holds it there, ends crossed behind his eyes, but he doesn't tie it off yet; he tilts Mark's head to the side and kisses the corner of his mouth and waits until Mark shudders against him before he knots the ends behind his head. Mark shakes with the overwhelming urge to drop his hands to his cock and get off already, but the cuffs would make it a little challenging - at this point, he can only hope that Eduardo will stop teasing him and fuck him already.

He opens his eyes under the blindfold and, not surprisingly, finds he can't see anything - but then Eduardo's fingers are on his chin and he's kissing him again and his eyes fall shut again anyway, and he whimper-sighs, too turned-on to find any real relief in the gesture, but at the same time, still glad that he gets anything at all; it's not enough, and he wriggles his hips in a sorry attempt to return Eduardo's attention to where it belongs.

A sorry attempt that he is incredibly pleased to find works, at least a little bit; Eduardo's hands slide from his face and neck down to his hips and he grinds his own erection across Mark's ass.

Mark bites his lip to try to muffle a strangled groan, and he says, "Wardo. Fuck me, Wardo," and then he abandons all attempt to silence his noises, groaning loudly and shamelessly when Eduardo grips a handful of his ass and squeezes.

"I don't think so, Mark." he says, breezily, too calm for the situation, Mark thinks, mouthing at the back of his neck, "You asked for the whip, and so I think I'll whip you, first. Would you like that, baby?"

Mark is smart enough to recognize a rhetorical question when he hears one. He knows Eduardo doesn't expect an answer, and so he replies, defiantly, "Is that a promise or a threat?" And his cock throbs with the adrenaline and excitement that comes with the image of being whipped - and also because Eduardo spanks him for the smart remark, as he'd silently hoped for; of course he would like that, so please follow through with your promises, Eduardo.

He grins smugly even though he knows Eduardo probably doesn't see it, and pushes his ass out in invitation; Eduardo pats at the rapidly reddening flesh soothingly and then smacks it again, and Mark tries to catch his breath and force his expression into something that looks a little less like desperate gaping and a little more like indifference.

The hand Eduardo has on his ass disappears, frustratingly, but then reappears a second later, and Mark feels not flesh against him now, but the leather strands of the whip, and he gasps and his face does that unfortunate desperately-gaping thing again that he can't bring himself to care about, now.

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Eduardo runs the whip over the fleshiest part of his ass teasingly, and Mark says, "Do it, Wardo," and Eduardo growls and brings his arm back, and the whip lands harshly against him, leaving his ass stinging and his whole body shaking with want. The feel of it is shocking and so fucking arousing, and he doesn't think he'll be surprised if he comes from this alone.

He shudders and slumps forward, and Eduardo kisses his neck and smooths his fingers over the red marks the whip left, feeling the heat emanating from his body where it struck. "Again," Mark says, and his voice maybe comes out a little shakier than he'd have liked, but the affect it has on Eduardo is one he finds himself appreciating nonetheless.

The second strike hits lower, leaving bright red lines across his upper thigh, and Eduardo kneads at it, enhancing the leftover smart and deepening the red, making the lines a little sharper and leaving Mark's head swimming, clouded, his perception hazy. He rocks forward, panting, while Eduardo fucking tantalizes him, keeps the whip touching him the whole time, but not daring to strike again, yet.

He takes a few seconds to catch his breath - as much as he can catch his breath, with the leather still pressing torturously into his skin - and relaxes his whole body, preparing himself. "Fucking again, Eduard-"

The next strike is harder, and he maybe got a little mouthy on purpose, to bring this on, but it's still a little unexpected, and he gasps and forgets the breath he was trying so hard to remember. Eduardo swings again and again, six times in a row, alternating between the fleshy part of his ass and his upper thighs, and it's so good that his toes curl and his fingertips clench so hard around the headboard that they go white, and he thinks that when he comes it'll probably be so hard that he'll either pass out or die, which is an exciting prospect in and of itself. He's a little proud of himself that he hasn't passed out yet.

"Oh," he moans, breathy, "War-" and Eduardo whips him again, and kisses between his shoulderblades at the same time, and Mark would be so fucking gone by now if he knew Eduardo didn't have more plans than just this - and also if he could touch his dick. His eyes are a little wet behind the blindfold, and a sob wracks his whole body, spine going liquid. He can feel the lines crossing on his ass, stinging, and he can only imagine how they must look.

He's also maybe a little angry that Eduardo has hid his kinkier side from him for so long. Or maybe a little glad, because had he known earlier, that Eduardo would be into this, his ass would probably have been sore all the time. He'd never have gotten any work done; he'd never have let Eduardo leave the bedroom. As it is, now that he does know, he doesn't think he'll ever let Eduardo leave the bedroom ever again.

awk comment limits, awww yeeess, holla holla. more when i manage to rise from the dead of blissful sleep, or whatev. ALSO ETA this is offic the longest thing i've written and i'm not even half-done yet AWWW YEAH RIGHT IN MY PRIDE!BONE let me throw all of my words together so that none of them make sense /sleep, sleep where are u baby save me from myseeeeelf

Edited at 2012-03-11 09:05 am (UTC)

fill: shake it up (3e/4) (tw: blindfolds, restraints, mentions of whipping)

gratuitous warnings for overabuse of commas, run-on sentences, and just. so much bad, bad porn, omg. also for whatever's in the header. and ridiculous comment lengths, fuck.

His ass is burning; the lines left behind feel like they're on fire when Eduardo strokes at them tenderly. They'll be temporary reminders for the weeks to come - insistent, hidden reminders that Eduardo had spanked and whipped him sore, red and bruised. He revels in the idea that he'll feel them even after the weekend is over, even when he's back at work, trying to keep from squirming at his desk.

He'll have to wear sweatpants to work for the next week or so to keep his usual jeans from rubbing against them, to keep them from flaring up again with the friction against the denim. At least he knows he can get away with wearing whatever the fuck he wants to work, one of the many perks of being CEO; another being that when he remembers them in the mornings, he can lock Eduardo in their bedroom and they can have glorious, hopefully kinky, morning sex, and he can be as late as he wants, and Dustin won't be able to say a goddamn thing, and Chris and his assistant and the security guard out front won't be able to chide him for it or he'll fire them all.

Mark's fingers twitch against the headboard, and he has to refrain from whining when Eduardo finally drags the whip against his skin again, only to take it away completely. He feels sort of bereft, confused; and kind of relieved, because he's unsure if he'll be able to handle any more of it without coming all over the place. He sighs, a wet, shaky sound, grateful that this means that Eduardo is satisfied enough to finally, hopefully, fuck him.

He hears the plastic of the bottle of lube, the tell-tale crack of the top being flipped open, and Eduardo ducks to scatter kisses across the lines where the whip had hit the hardest, where most of the attention was directed. Eduardo's fingers - cool with the lube - drag along his skin, momentarily soothing the burn, and part his ass.

The first two fingers slide in easily, still slick from earlier. Eduardo's other hand is still smoothing along the lines on his left ass cheek, and behind him, Mark hears Eduardo let out a groan, and a breathy, "So warm, Mark," and he moans wantonly until Eduardo appeases him, slipping a third finger in with the other two.

He thrusts his fingers in and stretches him out in a way that is probably intended to be more for prep and less for pleasure, pointedly and carefully avoiding his prostate, for the most part - although he manages to scrape his knuckles against it once when Mark shifts his hips and he nearly loses it.

"Come on, Wardo, fuck me alrea--" he breaks off into a loud gasp when Eduardo makes an animalistic noise and slaps his ass, and the heat behind it sends sparks up his spine and down to his toes.

"I told you, Mark, I'll fuck you when I'm ready," and he punctuates the last word with a sharp stab of his fingers into his prostate, and Mark moans and shivers, his cock jerking wildly against his stomach, and he is so close to breaking out the P word, the only word Eduardo is helpless to - especially when it's Mark using it.

Eduardo presses his pinky along his other fingers, leaving his three fingertips in and stroking his hole with the fourth, and carefully edges it in alongside them on the next thrust in, and Mark would not be surprised if from Eduardo's point of view, he looks like a shaking mess of a human being right now. Because he totally is. A shaky, sweaty, oversensitive mess of a human being.

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Re: fill: shake it up (4b/5) - (Anonymous), 2012-03-13 09:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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