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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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sorry about the delay in getting this up! please put all new prompts here.




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have fun!

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


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.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)



Eduardo/Mark, barebacking

Basically, anything involving sex with no condom. Eduardo wants to fill Mark up? Cool! Mark wants to see his come running down Eduardo's thighs? Awesome! Make it a big trust thing, make it mindless porn, whatever.

FILL: no mystery left (1/5?)

ahahaha /o\ obviously this is in the keep the noise low/splayed in the wind apart/ecstasy still in my spine verse. um, warnings for barebacking, mentions of (but not the use of, um, yet) toys and spanking, and that same D/s-ish dynamic. yeah.

One day, Mark empties the bedside table drawer that they keep filled with condoms. He doesn’t throw them out, because that would be wasteful, but he dumps them into a basket he accidentally stole from the farmer’s market and decides he’ll send an intern to pass them out on the Stanford campus or something.

He doesn’t mention it to Eduardo, because it’s not a big deal—even if it sort of is, and means something like we’ve been together for two years now and I let you tie me up and gag me and fuck me pretty much anywhere, I think I can trust you with this—and because it’s not even really about that, all the way. He’s not sure what’s so fascinating about the idea of Eduardo coming inside of him, or so absurdly hot, but it is, and Eduardo has taught Mark that it’s okay to want these kinds of things, embarrassing as they may be. But that doesn’t mean he has to make a big deal out of it or anything.

So then the next time they have sex, he just sort of stealthily nudges it into a more vanilla place—he gets the night started by climbing into Eduardo’s lap while they’re watching TV and shrugging innocently when Eduardo gives him a look. Mark waits until Eduardo relaxes before making himself comfortable: squirming a bit, making sure to rock his ass just slightly over the growing bulge he can feel beneath the layers of his shorts and Eduardo’s dress slacks. Eduardo lets out a stifled groan and Mark stops, relaxing casually back against the arm Eduardo has stretched out across the back of the couch.

“You’re not subtle,” Eduardo says, sounding half-amused and half-frustrated.

Mark narrows his eyes at him and turns stoically back to the TV. “Shh, I’m trying to listen.” He has absolutely no idea what they’re watching, and the way Eduardo chuckles tells him he knows that, but whatever. It’s all part of the game that Mark had never imagined he could like—sex had always been something so direct for him, no pretense or anything open to interpretation. He has always been bad at reading signals and people in general and so sex became something he couldn’t misinterpret, simple and easy. With Eduardo, it’s different; they know each other so well that having sex like this just proves it, over and over again. It isn’t simple, and that’s what makes it so hot.

Eduardo lasts a few more innocuous ass wriggles, until his hard-on is poking insistently into the cleft of Mark’s ass. He breaks when Mark yawns and stretches, back arching away from Eduardo’s chest and thighs going tense where they’re cradled by Eduardo’s. With a speed that constantly surprises Mark, he finds himself suddenly on his back on the couch, legs spread like a whore’s, shorts yanked down and shirt torn off, and Eduardo on the floor, sliding his mouth down on Mark’s cock with a look of ruthless determination.

Mark tries to put his hands in Eduardo’s hair, the way they both like sometimes, but Eduardo’s burning, enormous eyes look up at him and stop him in his tracks. He swallows hard and brings his arms up over his head, grabbing at the arm of the couch, and Eduardo hums approvingly around his cock, making him jolt and groan. Eduardo’s pops his mouth to say, unnecessarily but really not, “Keep them there or I’ll go get the cuffs.”

And it’s not that Mark doesn’t want the cuffs—vanilla, Zuckerberg, he reminds himself, the thought feeling a little wild when Eduardo takes his dick between his lips again—it’s just that he does not want Eduardo to ever move from where he is right now, except maybe to climb up onto the couch and fuck Mark. But he certainly doesn’t want him to leave the room; the idea actually makes him feel a little pathetic with how much he hates it.

Edited at 2011-08-09 01:56 am (UTC)

FILL: no mystery left (2/5?)

So he keeps his arms where they are, keeps his hips very still except for when he can’t help it because oh God Eduardo’s mouth and there is literally nothing that makes him lose control faster, which is of course why Eduardo had decided to do it. And it’s also why, when his muscles start to tense up and his stomach starts roiling with pleasure, and when he gasps out, “Wardo, please,” because it’s habit now to ask—of course Eduardo pulls off then and gives him a wet, red-lipped smile. His eyes are fucking twinkling, and Mark loves him and hates him at the same time.

“I can be a tease, too,” Eduardo says, and he strokes Mark’s thigh adoringly. His voice is just little rough and it makes Mark’s skin vibrate with want.

“You dick,” Mark groans, shivering a little when Eduardo just laughs and pecks a light kiss to the tip of Mark’s red, burbling cock.

So, it’s pretty vanilla, by their standards. Mark is sure another couple would argue that Eduardo making Mark walk naked upstairs with his painful, leaking hard-on leading the way, patting him lightly but warningly on the ass whenever he falters in his steps isn’t exactly vanilla, but Mark wouldn’t care to hear those arguments, to be honest.

In the bedroom he feels the fleeting, fluttery whisper of nerves in his stomach, as he always does. There is already lube sitting on the nightstand, waiting, and it makes Eduardo smirk slightly and look enchanted at the same time. Mark feels himself flush but ignores that to climb on the bed, think for a second, and then get onto his hands and knees.

Behind him, Eduardo lets out a fast, sharp breath, and then his warm hand rubs up and down Mark’s back, pointer finger poking at the bumps of his spine. “Eager, babe?”

Mark bites down on a snappish retort over the babe, swallows back a moan when Eduardo starts to dance his fingers down his crack. “I really want to get fucked, hard. You up for it?”

He is only half-expecting the smack when it comes; it’s still always a bit of a shock, even on the two occasions they had purposely set out to try out that particular kink. Spanking will never be his favorite thing but sometimes it can be sharp and sweet and exciting, and it makes him groan low in his throat now. His cock is twitching against his stomach, sticky and so fucking hard, just from Eduardo’s hand still hovering over his ass.

There isn’t another smack, because Mark keeps his mouth shut, not sure he could withstand another without coming. Eduardo touches him then only to rub a little, sighing heavy and content as he just roams his palm across Mark’s backside. Mark thinks that this is Eduardo’s favorite thing—having such full and exclusive access to Mark’s body, being allowed to touch him whenever and wherever and however he wants. Mark doesn’t entirely understand that but he thinks it’ll make this whole no condom thing particularly good for him. His stomach tightens in anticipation but he keeps quiet, lets Eduardo touch and look his fill.

With one hand, Eduardo starts dipping a finger casually into Mark’s hole; with the other, he leans all the way forward, chest pressed to Mark’s back in a preview of what’s to come, and grabs for the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. Mark says, “Just two tonight,” before he can help it and Eduardo clucks disapprovingly, drawing his finger out and hovering his hand over his ass again.

Mark clenches, waiting, trying not to wince, but Eduardo just pushes his finger back inside him, this time slicked with lube but fast enough to burn a little. Mark groans and rocks back into it, glad (for once) about how wanton and mobile this position allows him to be; he wants Eduardo to see that. Eduardo adds another finger but, as requested, doesn’t add a third, and Mark is shivering again at how good Eduardo’s cock is going to feel inside him, naked and stretching and burning him up. He is grateful, then, for how Eduardo almost never says no to him, even if he doesn’t always explicitly say yes.

FILL: no mystery left (3/5?)

“Wow,” Eduardo says, and only he could sound so nonchalant with two fingers buried up to the second knuckle in Mark’s ass. “You really do need to get fucked, don’t you? Think you’ll last for my cock?”

Mark’s penis is making a mess of his sheets; it is aching and throbbing and it hasn’t been touched since downstairs on the couch. Mark feels like he could come at any second, which is scary and exhilarating, and he is very, very determined not to. He grits his teeth together and says, “Yes.

Eduardo hums, pressing hard on Mark’s prostate until his arms are shaking underneath him. “Are you sure? I can get the cock ring.” The last sentence is hesitant, and actually questioning—the cock ring is new, and they haven’t used it yet. Mark wants to and he doesn’t want to, like most of the new things they try, and he seriously considers it, mulling over the soft and gentle inquiry in Eduardo’s voice, like denying him an orgasm for however long (and he knows Eduardo will make him wait for it, will take his desire to use it as permission to take even more control of Mark’s pleasure) is something kind and sweet and generous. But basically everything Eduardo does for him is kind and sweet and generous, even when he’s fucking Mark brutally into the mattress, whispering filthy things in his ear. Mark can wait for that specific brand of generosity.

Vanilla, he reminds himself, and he spits out a determined, “No. I can do it.”

Eduardo pats his ass, condescending and loving at the same time. As always, Mark feels simultaneously annoyed and warm, and it drives him crazy. He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because then Eduardo is pulling his fingers out, tapping at Mark’s fluttering hole twice as if in farewell, and then shifting back to take off his clothes. Mark cranes his head back to watch Eduardo undress—this is Mark’s favorite part, naked Eduardo, the part that makes just about everything worth it. Eduardo is fucking gorgeous, all long and lean everywhere, golden wherever Mark is pale and dark where Mark is fair. He can see how hard Eduardo is even before he has his boxer-briefs off, and it makes his toes curl to know that it’s for Mark, that he did that. He feels proud and happy, light in a way sex never made him feel before.

Eduardo sees him looking and gives him a smile, flashing from cool and casual to adoring in a split-second, like only he can. Eduardo takes himself in hand and heads over to the bedside table, and Mark snaps out of his happy, aroused daze to feel nervous again, realizing that Eduardo’s going to open the drawer and find the condoms missing.

He does, and falters, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “How can we be—I might have one in the—”

“No,” Mark says, and this time it’s not just because he doesn’t want Eduardo to leave the room. “I don’t want it. Just you, okay?” He makes it a question even though it shouldn’t be—he should insist, like he always does until Eduardo makes him beg. But the way Eduardo is looking at him, eyes wide and heavy with meaning, makes him unsure and skeptical, desperate for Eduardo to want this as much as he does.

And then Eduardo is kissing him, nearly toppling Mark over onto his side. He kisses him hard and hungry, like he’d gone months without kissing him even though they had kissed twice on the way up here, several times when they had gotten home at the same time and met each other at the door.

“Love you,” Eduardo practically snarls into the kiss, breathing heavily. Mark grins as much as he’s allowed and says it quietly back, very matter-of-fact, the way he likes to. Eduardo believes it the most then, when Mark says it like he’s talking about the sky being blue, or rain being wet—like it’s simple, irrefutable fact, because it totally is.

FILL: no mystery left (4/5)

Eduardo doesn’t seem to want to tear himself away but kissing can drive Mark into a frenzy and so he makes insistent, desperate noise and rolls to push his ass up again, relishing the way Eduardo groans at the sight. He resumes his position between Mark’s legs but drapes his body over him as much as possible as he slicks himself up, kissing his back and, of course, letting out one last whisper: “Are you sure?”

He will always ask this, when it’s something new. Mark has his insecurities and Eduardo will always have his; Mark wants to try everything so that Eduardo never has to ask again.

He says, “Yes,” like he’s saying rain is wet, and Eduardo mumbles something that is probably silly and sappy against the damp skin of his back. And then there is wet, hot flesh nudging at his entrance, and because Mark knows the best way to get what he wants fast with Eduardo, he chokes out, “Please,” and Eduardo groans again and slides all the way in.

It fucking burns, and it stings a bit more than he had expected, but he refuses to let it slow him down—he tries to rock back until Eduardo grabs his hips and stills them with a bruising, forceful grip. “Wardo,” Mark whines, but Eduardo is tense and quivering over him, and when Mark looks back at him his face is tight and awed.

Give me a second,” Eduardo spits out, like it’s killing him to admit. Mark feels a heady rush of triumph and pride, because Eduardo is about to lose it because he’s inside Mark, and it feels so fucking good. And then Eduardo moves, shuddering back under control, and that feels even better—he rocks into Mark steadily, gasping every other thrust like it’s a shock to him that it’s even happening. Mark knows how he feels and grinds back, meeting him at every thrust.

God,” Eduardo says, sounding choked; his eyes are huge when Mark looks back again, and he is staring down at Mark stretched around his cock, taking him in deep on each stroke. “This is—fuck—Mark, you’re so tight and—”

“Yeah,” Mark grunts, and he uses his arms now to rock back harder, smiling when Eduardo rumbles with yet another groan. Eduardo speeds up his thrusts, using his grip at Mark’s hips to just drill into him hard, and it is fucking exquisite: the drag of Eduardo’s bare flesh on his insides, catching his inner walls in the best way and producing the best kind of burn.

Eduardo starts talking, too, which he always likes to do (and Mark won’t admit to liking it, too). He curses in two different languages and says, “This is what you wanted, just my cock in you?” and “Gonna fill you up, baby, gonna make you all messy for me,” and “How does it feel, Mark? You like getting fucked, don’t you? You want it so bad.”

And Mark—Mark never really answers, just grunts and groans and talks when Eduardo tells him to, when he has to ask for a hand on his dick or express permission to let go of his orgasm. But then, with Eduardo plunging in and out of him as hard as he wants it, he doesn’t just want to show Eduardo how big this is (and fuck it, okay, maybe it is a big deal, maybe it always was). He wants to tell him.

He says, “Yes, God, fuck yes,” and, “Please, yes, do it,” and, “So good, Wardo, mm, I do. I need it.”

He thinks that’s what does it—need, Eduardo has always wanted to be needed. He lets out a cry like he’s being cracked in half and Mark feels the weirdest, most wonderful sensation of his insides being flooded with sticky, heavy wetness, coating him thoroughly. It is so strange and filthy and perfect that every bit of Mark is tingling with it; he clenches his hands in the sheets underneath it and sobs as Eduardo grinds into him for the last of his orgasm, retreating slightly only when he is shaking and sighing and coming down.

Edited at 2011-08-09 03:32 am (UTC)

FILL: no mystery left (5/5)

When Eduardo pulls out, Mark lets out another sob—he feels empty and wrong and strange, and his arms shake and nearly collapse beneath him. Then Eduardo is draped over him again, murmuring into his ear and surrounding him completely with his sweaty, musky smell. He pulls him onto his side and cradles his ass with his hips and tugs on his cock with one hand, whispering, “Come on, Mark,” and Mark doesn’t even have to ask that time, is given permission already. But something in him needs to say, “Please,” if only to feel Eduardo tighten his hold around him, to whisper, “Come, Mark, you can come.”

He comes hard over Eduardo’s hand, vision whiting out for a second and messing the sheets up even more. Eduardo is breathing hard behind him, and his cock might even be twitching with interest again, but suddenly Mark is too exhausted to care. It feels like his entire being just exploded out of him in a flood of pleasure, and it takes him a while to come back to himself enough to feel the even weirder sensation of wetness trickling down his thigh.

Mark wants to reach down and feel it, fascinated again, but Eduardo’s hand is already there, stroking gingerly at his sore rim, sucking in a deep breath, and he figures if he’s learned anything from all this, it’s that Eduardo totally gets first dibs. He deserves it. He settles down in the warm, relaxing hold and just lets Eduardo touch him.

“Fuck, Mark,” Eduardo says breathlessly. “That’s—how do you feel?”

Mark smirks, because that was predictable. He turns so that he can look at Eduardo, grabbing his hand when he dislodges it from between his legs, and then putting it back there obligingly. He smiles at the way Eduardo’s eyes widen, impossibly huge and gorgeous, and then schools his face into completely phony nonchalance.

“Eh, it was all right. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Liar,” Eduardo says, grinning until Mark is grinning back again. Mark is glad that Eduardo knows now that it was a big deal, can trust that. When Eduardo trusts him, everything is worth it.

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Oh Goddddddddddddddddd.

This is. So good. I can't. Why is barebacking so hot omg.

Never reign in the porn Kraken, neverrrr!

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He thinks that’s what does it—need, Eduardo has always wanted to be needed.

WOW YES tbqh i don't usually ship eduardo/mark anymore all that much (my life is eduardo/sean and everything hurts) but yesss that is so perfect. and hot. and unf.

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oh my god, i love this 'verse so hard.

so, SO hot.

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I think this may be my favorite 'verse in all of TSN fandom. Well, one of them. I DON'T KNOW, I JUST HAVE SUCH A D/S KINK, YDEK. And this pairing is perfect for them. I LOVE that you wrote 3,000 words of porn, because it's not just porn there is ~love~ and ~feelings~ in it that even when it makes me h0rny out of my mind, I get all warm and fuzzy from the schmoop, too. You are a ridiculously talented writer and I hope you never stop!!

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Thank you for the porn!!! Excellent! :)

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