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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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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/OMCs, post-deposition

I would very much like some kinky Eduardo/OMC fic set post-deposition.

Basically, I would like for Eduardo to be a massive slut and a needy little sub, who likes to go to illicit underground sex clubs and get tied up, spread out, and fucked hard by men twenty or thirty years his senior.

Put a leash on that long pretty neck, anon. Scratch him up a little bit. And God, put a cock or two in his mouth, I mean really, look at it.

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition 1/2

By day he works in an office, just as always; he wears pinstriped suits and tucks his shirts in; he courts clients, sits in on conference calls and all that mindless crap, and he always feels bored beyond belief.

Eduardo Saverin has friends, and family, and a great job, and a stellar, shining portfolio. A condo, a Benz, a fucking boat, for Chrissakes.

Eduardo is a junior executive at a non-profit, an asset to the institution and the most competent junior hire, by far. He will probably be promoted quite soon, and with that will come a larger expense account and better suits and bigger steaks, and he will, by day and on worknights, be on the top of his game, in charge, in control, and calling the shots.

But not on Friday nights.

Mondays through Thursdays he goes to the gym before work and goes out with donors for lunches and attends charity functions, in the evenings.

He DVRs television, reads the paper, feeds his grey-haired Scottish fold cat, and is in control of every single aspect of his life.

Eduardo could use with a little less control, on occasion.

That is why on Fridays he goes home from work -- stopping off at a bar with his co-workers for a happy-hour drink or three -- and then orders a salad and watches some TV while stretching, on the floor, in front of the screen.

He sits cross-legged in his sweat pants, to open his hips, and then he does pigeon pose, twice on each side.

When he is limber and loose he will have a glass or two of wine, if he is feeling fancy, and vodka if he is feeling agitated, and then he will take cab to San Jose, where is he able to lose control for a couple of hours, and in those hours of the week, he feels the most alive of all.


Amazing, he thinks, what goes on in secret, behind black-out doors and paint-covered windows. So much of life is lived publicly these days, everyone checking in here and there, updating, liking, tweeting, exclaiming and declaiming -- here I am! Look at me!

But he does not enable geo-targeting on his phone, on Friday nights: no texts, no push notifications, no automatic autocorrect of here I am, look at me.

The taxi will pull up in front of a long, low concrete building that reminds him of the industrial housing in Sao Paolo.

Inside, once he flashes his card and puts his things in his locker, takes a shower and ties a towel around his waist, he will go, water streaming down the back of his neck from his still-wet hair, into the main room, which is nearly as hot as the rainforest.

The noises are different than the forest, but the quiet drip of water is pretty much the same.

Eduardo has only gone into the Amazon once, but the memory of lush wetness, stinky damp, a pervasive odor of rot -- that is the same feeling he gets, initially, when he walks in to this room, late Friday night, when he is loose and the crowd is attentive.

Eduardo lives his life in the open, in the daytime, every night except for Fridays.

On Fridays he is excited to be watched.

Eduardo likes the attention; he is, after all, a closet narcissist. Though he is not closeted on the job or anything, he likes to keep his private life just that. He does not ask what Amy in Marketing gets up to online (though he suspects she reads gay vampire porn) or what Dylan in fundraising does (amateur lesbian vids on Redtube, he's sure of it), or what Larry the vice-president likes to do (too gross to contemplate) -- so he wants, obviously, to keep this all under wraps.

Were anyone in his real, his regular life, to know about his Friday nights, he could say with certainty that they would speculate: that he has parental issues, low self-esteem, bad self-image, hangups, problems, an eating disorder, an abusive childhood, a gaping whole, a loss of innocence, a broken heart.

Eduardo does not agree.

Eduardo just likes to get fucked, with no goddamned complications.

One partner is good, many partners even better. Many with many more onlookers is probably the best one of all.

It is humid and crowded, smoggy and dimly lit. He makes a loop, drinks some water, checks out his options.

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There is a hot guy with stubble, eyes that burn blue even in the low light, and freckles on his shoulders. Nice mouth, amazing fingers, and hung like a fucking horse.

Eduardo goes to stand four or so feet away from this man, whose eyes flick over and appraise him. He stands up a little straighter, arches his back out, eyes focused straight ahead on three guys -- two white and one black -- making out. He props one foot up against the tile wall and presses his palms against it, watching.

The man comes over and leans up into Eduardo's space, his hand resting above the top of Eduardo's head.

Eduardo does not look away, but he bites his lip and sucks it into his mouth when the man unknots his towel and lets it fall onto the slippery floor.

He has mean fingers and a good mouth, and he rubs his stubbly cheek along Eduardo's inner thighs, drawing up hot red bumps. He puts one hand on either hip and puts his lips around Eduardo, and that -- yeah, he watches that like crazy, his hips twitching forward until he is about to come, and he looks down and shakes his head no, and the stranger kisses the tip of his cock, and stands back up.

There is a press of watching bodies on either side of him, but they back up when Eduardo turns around and pushes his ass out, spreads his legs, his hands above his head like he's about to be frisked. That's a hot fantasy, accosted by cops, even though it's always stupid in the execution (he's tried it once or twice with hookups, but it's always seemed silly).

The man kisses Eduardo's neck, licks the fresh sweat dripping down it and breathes heavy in his ear. He has wet fingers, who knows what from, and he is wriggling them in to Eduardo's ass, curling them and making his cock twitch, reflexively.

He fingers Eduardo for what feels like a long time, and his mouth grows dry and his stomach feels queasy, sick with deferred release. He wants to get off, and yet he wants more fingers -- three and then four, maybe five, all five, splitting him open for everyone to see, his ass taking it, so hungry, so willing --

"Unnngh," he groans, into the cradle of his hands.

From over his shoulder, he hears one man laugh, and then someone says, "You need to fill that fucking hole, man," and someone else says, "fuck that's hot," and he does not feel ashamed he feels amazing, hot, exonerated --

"--yeah?" says the guy with his hand in Eduardo's ass, "you want that?"

"Fuck me," Eduardo grits out, "Know you want to."

The loss of pressure stings when the man pulls his fingers out, and then he can feel the hot tip of his dick pressing, lingering there. He eases Eduardo back by the hip and nudges in, just the head, so hot, so fucking delicious and slick and Eduardo says, "come on, man, do it fucking right," and the guy laughs, kind of mean, and says, "take my cock then, I'll fill you all up," and he shifts his hips right and then left and then he is being filled, so powerfully and exquisitely that he lets out a hollow squeal and loses the power of speech, pretty much entirely.

The man fucks him hard, a hand on the back of his neck and one on his hip, guiding him, steering him, using him. Eduardo loves this moment, when he can feel a hard cock in his ass and a dozen pairs of eyes on him, and he is the focus of everyone's attention and soon to be a convenient come receptacle.

That is the bit that sends him over, and he manages to grunt out, "Pull out, pull out," and the guy does, pulling off the condom and shooting his load all over Eduardo's ass.

It trickles down his thighs as he drops a hand down to tug on his cock, and the man cups his balls with one hand, slips his fingers into Eduardo's ass, still wet with lube from before, and Eduardo slaps his hand against the dripping tile wall and shudders out, "fuck fuck, yeah."

After he has to catch his breath. The man kisses him on the mouth and smiles and says "thank you," and Eduardo says, "no problem" and then he takes a shower and gets a cab back to his place.

And he does not ever once feel bad about this.

Why the hell should he?

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition 2/2

So that was hot! Wow...
Really, really hot!

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition 2/2

ugh this is so so so good, god, i love your eduardo voice. mature and composed, yet so subtly sad under the surface.
also You need to fill that fucking hole, man Ufnghhhh asfngh. so HOT

i want moreee
and <3333

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition 2/2

Holy Wardo porn, Batman! How can something so brief be so hot? Amazing exposition, detail, and emotion.

I'm going to go daydream that there is a whole universe of this.

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition [moar 1/2]

Two weeks in a row he went back there. One encounter was unsatisfactory (micropenis) and the other was rote. It droned on for far too long, the guy sawing his hips back and forth and grunting fuck yeah, fuck yeah until Eduardo wanted to shout fucking come already, asshole.

On Saturday he went to the gym and then out to a party, not one for work, and his girlfriends tried to make him talk to the bartender.

"He has such incredible triceps," Christy said, sucking down the last of her mojito with a double straw. "Hit that for all of us, Wardo, baby."

He laughed, because it was funny, and because it was true.

Had he wanted to, he could have hooked up with that bartender, who had on a tight black t-shirt creeping up along the biceps to reveal a bunch of tribal tattoos.

Nice triceps, indeed.

It is just before midnight on the following Friday when he drives down, stone cold sober. He goes back to that same bar and checks out a different bartender, who is twinky and sort of shrimpy, and does fuck-all for Eduardo's libido.

Whether by luck or coincidence the guy that he screwed three weeks ago is there when he walks in, his flip-flops squelching across the wet tile.

He is leaning back against a wall, his jaw regal, his dick hard, and Eduardo blinks to clear his head. He takes a breath which catches in his chest and picks his way across the room. The man notices him when he is about six feet away, and fixes Eduardo with a look that is part leer and part warning.

The last six feet seem to take forever.

They greet one another like old lovers, a touch of familiarity in the way his hand circles Eduardo's head, fingers threading through his hair to tug him into a filthy kiss.

Eduardo feels cold on the back of his neck, even though the room is hot with steam. He buries his head in the man's chest, rubbing his face against his shoulders, waiting to be told what to do next.

Over his own deep inhales the man whispers, "Do you want to put your mouth on me, baby?" and Eduardo nods, furiously.

"Get on your knees then," he says, pushing Eduardo away and down.

The tile is slippery and it hurts, because his knees are bony and uncushioned. He looks around to see if anyone is watching and then takes his towel off, folding it twice like a yoga mat.

And then he is totally bare in front of two dozen strangers, that firm hand pulling roughly on the back of his head and shoving him forward so that he topples and overbalances for a moment.

He works his way back up with his nose along the man's thigh, and then his crotch, inhaling deeply the smell of his cock, and he chuckles, asking, "Does that smell good?"

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition [moar 2/2]

Eduardo looks up and nods, feeling a comforting thumb rub under his ear and the man's blue eyes are dark with strain and he says, "Tastes even better," and Eduardo whimpers under his breath as the towel is stripped away and there is a hard cock in his face. He opens his mouth without even being told, rising up on his knees to get the angle right, and fuck, it's so good.

Eduardo sucks gently on the head, swirls his tongue and the moans he is making are not just for show; he is so hard, his ass exposed, his cock bobbing uselessly against his stomach as the man grabs either side of his face and forces him up and down on his cock.

"Mmmmph," Eduardo chokes, six separate times when his gag reflex is triggered. The man pulls away each time and lets Eduardo catch his breath, gasping, until he falls back on the cock in his face, hungrily.

When the man comes, Eduardo swallows. Some of it spills out the sides, and he uses his finger to clean himself up, licking it lewdly.

"Jesus," the man says. "You'll eat anything, won't you?"

Eduardo is pleased with himself, even more pleased when the man pulls him into a backwards embrace so that he is facing the room, a fair portion of which is paying attention, and wraps a hand around his poor neglected hard-on and uses the other hand to manipulate his hips.

"Fuck my fist, there you go. I can feel your cock pulsating in my hand. You feel that? You want to come, let everyone see you shoot your load all over the place, baby, is that what you want? Yeah, you like that, don't you, don't you...?"

Eduardo's hips are twitching forward of their own accord and he is twisting from side to side, trying to find the right angle to get off, but when he gets close the man pulls his hand away or eases up his grip, and Eduardo feels his orgasm retreat in a hazy rush.

This lasts quite some time, so that by the time he is finally allowed to come, his dick is sore and purple with rough stroking.

It is still chafed the next day, and he has to go buy salve and wear his softest pair of underwear the next night to go out.

Re: Eduardo/OMCs, post-deposition [moar 2/2]

aughnfg. more, please. damn, GET IT, EDUARDO! LOOVEEE