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criticalkink) wrote2017-03-26 01:12 am
criticalkink) wrote2017-03-26 01:12 am
Critical Role kink meme post #3: Unprompted Kinky Writing
For people to share their kinky writing that doesn't fit a particular meme prompt. (Links can still be shared to the Completed Fills post.)
Communication (Liam/Matt, NC17) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-12-08 09:49 am (UTC)(link)But it’s been A Week, privately, publically, and professionally, and he already knows his chances in this thing are slim to none. Keyleth’s a beast and Vax’s fate is already sealed. He might as well enjoy himself while he can.
His phone buzzes. He tries not to smirk as he picks it up.
[why are you the way that you are]
The smirk slips through. He can’t help it. He scrolls up a little, tilting his phone away from Travis to survey his previous handiwork. Oh, he’d been texting his actions to Matt. That was what his plan hinged on, was his secrecy. But private communication afforded him a little more conversational leniency. And digital communication a little more creativity.
He flicked his thumb back up, hiding the gif of a truly impressive deep-throat attempt as Travis’ voice shook him out of his reverie. “Dick pics.”
“No,” he says, failing again to suppress his smile.Not mine, anyway, he thinks, giddily. He looks over at Matt after a beat. “Did you like it?”
Matt gives him a look that could melt glass.
[why do you even have these on your phone]
[is that a real question because I think you already know the answer]
[I’m turning your next character into a frog]
[you can’t possibly fuck him up any worse than I can]
[...you’re probably right]
Liam smiles a little, digging through his stash for an appropriate image of someone getting well and truly fucked, appreciating the way Matt shifts in his seat as he lays his phone face-down on the table.
The beauty of it is, Liam is still sending relevant information, so Matt has to keep checking his phone. He can see Matt’s leg bouncing under the table, the way his fingers are drumming against his thigh. His collection is very carefully curated, and what he shares with his DM is even more carefully selected. He knows what gets to him, what sparks that vast imagination of his, and he’s using that knowledge to ruthless effect.
[what do I have to do to get you to stop]
[ ;) ]
[I am going to kill you in the parking lot]
[promise?]
[ >:( ]
2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-12-08 09:54 am (UTC)(link)The break comes and everyone is still alive – somehow – and Liam makes his way to the bathroom, more than a little pleased with himself. Even more so when he finds Matt already in there, barely able to catch the flash of vengeance in his eyes before he finds himself pushed against the wall, cheek on the cold tile and Matt flushed warm against his back.
“You are lucky,” Matt all but growls in his ear. “That I don’t have time to do what I want to do to you.”
“That doesn’t sound lucky to me,” Liam whispers back, pushing his hips back enough to feel Matt hard against his ass, and hear the little hitch in his breath before he’s pressed back up against the wall.
“I’m taking your little picture show as a suggestion box,” Matt breathes in his ear, and Liam feels a shiver run its way down his spine. Matt is not usually aggressive, in bed or otherwise. Nine times out of ten he’s amenable to his partner’s needs and wants, letting them take the lead.
But that tenth time, when he’s been riled up with no promise of release, when he’s been left aching and wanting, he takes matters into his own hands. Liam loves bringing out that side of him, loves being the target of that pent-up attention. He just hasn’t tried it in public before. If this is any indication, it might have to become a regular occurance.
Matt spins him around, taking his face in his hands and kissing him roughly. Liam grabs at his hips, pulling him closer and grinding a long line against him that makes Matt shudder and rest his forehead against Liam’s.
“Kill you,” he mutters. “Parking lot.”
“Anywhere you want, baby,” Liam says, the teasing in his voice a little stymied by how breathless he’s gotten, but Matt growls at him anyway, so he decides it was a success.
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Eventually, Vax dies, and Liam no longer has an excuse to bombard Matt with gifs. He sets his phone aside, finally letting it charge properly, and just watches. Matt seems to be calming down, more’s the pity, but then he catches Liam’s eye and his shoulders tense up all over again. Liam can’t help but smile at the effect he’s having – it’s a real boost to the ego.
It boosts a few other things, as well. Knowing just a look can fluster Matt after the rest of the night’s efforts – not to mention spending half the night looking at porn himself, much more than Matt actually has – has got his blood running a little hot, himself.
Percival jelly is made (Liam tucks that phrasing away for another time, another tease), Marisha is crowned, and they all make their way out into the night. Liam is only mostly surprised when Matt appears on the other side of his car.
“Yes?” he says, standing there with the door open.
“I said parking lot,” Matt reminds him, and if Liam feels his heart speed up a little bit, well, that’s between him and his pulse, isn’t it.
He unlocks the passenger door and Matt slides in, the two of them sitting there, waiting for the overhead light to go out.
“Fuck it,” Matt growls after a moment, and leans across the console to kiss Liam roughly, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck and teeth scraping across his lower lip.
“Marisha,” Liam manages to get out, in between Matt’s assaults on his mouth.
“Laura’s,” Matt replies, and the light overhead finally clicks off.
“Not here,” Liam says, finally breaking the kiss. “Not here.” He fumbles for his keys, starts the car. Matt snatches his seatbelt around as Liam flicks the lights on and heads out into the night.
3/fin
(Anonymous) 2017-12-08 09:57 am (UTC)(link)“So, a suggestion box, huh?” he says, more to make Matt pause in his fidgeting.
“Might as well.” Matt shrugs. “I figure if you saved them you liked what was in ‘em.”
He’s not entirely wrong. “What if I saved some of them because I knew you liked what was in them?”
Matt breathes out a heavy sigh through his nose. “I considered that.”
“Yeah?”
“I figure you’re gonna be walking funny tomorrow either way.”
Why that makes Liam’s dick twitch, he’ll never know, but it does, and the loss of his reaction time gets them a horn blast as they linger a little too long after a light turns green. Liam realizes, belatedly, that this was the wrong conversation to start in the car.
“I guess you’re just lucky I don’t actually own a ring gag. That one would have been fun.”
Very much the wrong conversation to have in the car.
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Matt spends the rest of the drive gleefully describing the gifs that had stuck in his mind, apparently enjoying giving Liam a little taste of his own medicine. Liam’s throbbing in his pants by the time they get to Matt’s house, and they try not to look like they’re rushing to the door. (It’s one in the morning at this point, Liam’s not sure who they’re trying to fool, literally, but he supposes the security camera might have a judgemental eye.)
The door’s barely shut before Liam’s pressed up against it, Matt’s body pinning his, more fully than in the bathroom. There’s nowhere that Matt’s body isn’t touching his, a solid line from hip to chest, and he lets his hands settle on Matt’s hips again, fingers digging in as Matt grinds up into him.
“Well?” Liam asks after a long moment. “We gonna stand here and dry hump like teenagers, or - “ He never gets to finish the thought, as Matt turns around, yanking him by the hand towards the bedroom.
“I’m gonna do something about that mouth,” he growls, and Liam pretends his stumble is because he’s being dragged and not because his knees tried to give out.
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They spend a moment shedding clothes, and Matt pulls Liam in for another kiss, this time with their flushed bodies pressed together, cocks trapped between them, each slight movement sending sparks dancing across their nerves. When he finally breaks the kiss, Matt directs Liam to sit on the edge of the bed. Liam’s breath catches as he complies; he knows which one Matt wants to reenact first. It had been one of the ones he saved for himself. The smirk on Matt’s face in the half-light says he knew that, too.
He stands in front of Liam, one hand in his hair, thumb rubbing slow circles into his scalp while the other sits at the base of his cock. The tip rubs against Liam’s lips, slowly, and he lets his tongue drag across it before taking it fully in his mouth.
Matt sighs, a long sigh of relief. “Been thinking about that since eight o’clock,” he mutters, and Liam smiles a little around the cock in his mouth. That’d been about the time he’d sent that one. But this wasn’t the extent of what they were trying to imitate, and he starts moving his head, slowly, bringing one hand up against Matt’s hip as Matt’s other hand goes to his hair, nails just barely scratching his scalp.
Just about the time he gets a rythym going, Matt stops him, holding his head still with the tip of his cock resting against Liam’s lips. He nudges his hips forward and Liam opens his mouth obligingly, letting Matt hold his head still and pump his hips slowly, in and out of Liam’s mouth.
A shiver goes through Liam and his fingers flex against Matt’s legs. He lets Matt use him, relishing every sigh and groan that comes from above him, He sits there and lets Matt fuck his face, not moving, not contributing anything but the warmth of his mouth and his compliance to Matt.
After a while Matt stops, pulling Liam’s head forward instead, and Liam lets him control his movements, sliding his mouth back and forth along Matt’s cock. His own is aching, begging for attention of its own, but he doesn’t touch it, just leaves his hands on Matt’s thighs, ready to tap out if he needs too, but he desperately hopes he won’t.
Matt urges him a little farther each time, driving his dick a little deeper, and he whispers a question that is met with a nod before he slides himself in all the way, hitting the back of Liam’s throat, and Liam’s face screws up with the effort of keeping it there. Matt groans, deep in his throat, and his fingers flex and smooth in Liam’s hair. Liam holds it for as long as he can, but eventually has to tap his fingers against Matt’s leg, and Matt pulls back, dropping to his knees in front of Liam.
“Okay?” he asks, reaching up to wipe some of the tears from Liam’s face. Liam just nods, and Matt smiles wickedly. “Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you, you little shit.”
He pushes Liam back onto the bed, letting him scoot backwards until they’re both situated more or less on the mattress. Matt leans over him, reaching into the nightstand, and returns with a small bottle. Liam hears the cap click and the bottle rest back on the table before Matt’s hand is nudging his legs apart. Cool slickness and Matt’s finger against his opening, and it takes two or three deep breaths before he can relax enough to let Matt slip the digit inside.
It’s not the first time, but it’s been a while, and he bites his lip a little as Matt works him open, slowly easing the digit in and out of him before adding a second. The pressure and the promise of what’s to come (ha) has him panting before Matt twists his fingers just so and he arches up off the bed with a shout.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “That wasn’t - “
“Oh I know,” Matt says, and Liam can’t see his face but he can hear his smug grin. “That one was all me. If I had a cockring we’d really be having fun tonight.”
Liam makes a dazed mental note to take Matt shopping.
Matt rubs lube across Liam’s opening and down his cock, tugging on Liam’s arms and legs to rearrange him until his face is pressed into his arms and his ass is up in the air.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Well and truly fucked.”
“Correct,” Matt says, and Liam feels him press against him before he’s pressing into him and everything goes white.
He is not a young man anymore, and this position takes its toll on his knees and elbows. But Matt’s weight on his back and how deeply he sinks into him makes him not want to move from it, possibly ever, as he hears the gasps escaping him and the moans Matt’s making behind him. Stars are dancing behind his eyes when he finally has to call for Matt to stop, and they rearrange as quickly as they can until Matt is driving into him from above, leaning over him with one hand on his cock and the other on the headboard.
This isn’t a reenactment, Liam knows. This is just Matt, and Liam, how they always are when they’re like this, when creativity gives way to the overwhelming need to just feel each other and bring each other to the precipice together.
At least until Liam snakes a hand up over Matt’s shoulder, behind his head, grabs a fistful of that long hair and pulls.
(That had been the subject of not a few of the gifs Liam had selected for Matt, because what was the point of knowing the other man’s weaknesses if he didn’t capitalize on them?)
Matt cries out, a keening, wanting thing that Liam feels in his bones, and his hand slackens around Liam’s cock. Liam replaces it with this own, letting Matt’s head fall back forward but not loosening his grip on his hair, jacking himself off roughly and quickly until he’s panting and swearing into Matt’s ear. Matt overcomes his surprise and resumes his pace, increasing until the only sounds in the room are the sound of flesh against flesh and their own quiet oaths in the dark.
Liam comes first, giving a little strangled cry into Matt’s ear and shivering against him. Matt freezes, deep inside him, and lets the feel of Liam’s body in climax carry him into his own. They stay like that for a while, trying to catch their breath, let their nerves calm down. Liam lets his hand slip from Matt’s hair, and after a while Matt flops over onto the bed beside Liam.
Liam shifts, feels his muscles protest, and winces.
“Why do I let you talk me into these things,” he mutters. Matt only has the energy to lift his head and glare. Liam just smiles and pats him on the face before flopping the arm across his eyes. “I know, I know. Bad Liam.”
“...not all bad,” Matt mutters into the mattress. Liam just smiles a little wider in the dark.
He was definitely going to have to expand his collection for next time.
Re: 3/fin
(Anonymous) 2017-12-09 07:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: 3/fin
(Anonymous) 2017-12-10 12:09 am (UTC)(link)I've read this three times now and I feel like printing off a copy to keep in my nightstand with my sex toys would not be the worst idea ever. HNGH.
Re: 3/fin
(Anonymous) 2017-12-09 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)That was SO GOOD
Good gods
WOW
Omg
This was so hot, and so great, and the sexting with porn gifs, wow, during the game, and jumping him in the parking lot, and the HAIR PULLING, oh jesus. This was great.