CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)
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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
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What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation
Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
And now some rules...
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation
Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
And now some rules...
- Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
- Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
- Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
- No existing-partner-bashing. Omit them if you like, or play along with the general vague CR-RPF fandom consensus that hall passes exist, just don't be a dick.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role cast or crew member as a main part of the prompt.
- Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
- It's not a requirement by any means, but writers love feedback, so if you read something you enjoy, take a second to tell the writer. Whether it's a one word response or something longer, it's always appreciated.
- Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them to
criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
"Shiny" (Glow Night Three), Sam/Liam, Explicit (1/?)
Date: 2018-04-08 05:03 am (UTC)Aside from that, Sam looks peaceful. Sometimes he’s mouth-gaping and snoring, and Liam loves him then; right now he’s just breathing quietly, not a snore to be heard, and Liam loves him now.
He takes the pumps into the bathroom, wears them while he showers, the pull of the suction given extra warmth by the water. He takes them off when he towels off and sets them out on a washcloth to air dry; he doesn’t think any water got inside but it can’t hurt to be sure. Digging into the bag from the sex shop again, he finds the next thing that he bought: hip-hugging shiny green satin underwear trimmed with lace. Miles away from his usual choice of undergarment. Liam’s reasonably sure that flashing Sam a peek or two at these is going to either turn him on beyond reason, or end with Sam rolling on the floor in fits of laughter and Liam’s face red as raspberries.
Making sure he’s thoroughly dry, Liam steps into the unfamiliar underwear. They fit him rather well, save for the obvious bulge at the front. His jeans are next, before he takes up the razor to shave. Nothing is particularly pressing him to be scruffy at the moment, and he thinks as Sam’s wife it’s only fair to be clean-shaven. Not everywhere, though; he’s done that before and the prickle of the regrowth is just not worth it.
“Honey, are you almost done? I need to pee.”
Liam finishes up, blots a single dot of blood from his chin, and steps out into the bedroom. “All yours, darling.”
Sam kisses him briefly in passing, eyeing him appreciatively: apparently being barefoot and shirtless in only jeans suits him. That and his still-hard nipples. Then Sam remembers his need to pee and closes the door behind himself. They’ve done all sorts of things with and to one another, but it’s still nice to maintain some semblance of privacy at times.
Liam finishes dressing, putting on a Decemberists t-shirt that, while not actually white, still shows off his dark hard nipples more than a black one would. They’ll be less noticeable within an hour or so, but he’ll just do like he did yesterday and use the pumps again whenever he gets the chance.
He calls home in this rare moment of quiet just to check in on his family; the phone gets passed around the breakfast table and by the end of the call he has warm fuzzy feelings and also a request to check the dealers’ hall for several minis.
“Are you really going out there like that?” Sam asks when he’s done.
Liam looks down at himself. “I was planning to put on shoes…”
Sam plants a hand on this chest, flicks a thumb over Liam’s nipple, and Liam lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak. “You’d better be careful.” His tone is possessive, and so is the arm that slips around Liam’s waist. “There might be men out there who can’t keep their eyes off you… or more than their eyes.” He pulls Liam close against him. “Nobody else is getting their hands on my wife,” he adds, and Liam actually goes a little weak at the knees when they kiss.
“I wish you could put a ring on it,” he says, mouth still half on Sam’s.
“Darling, if only I could.”
*
Their schedules have them more or less apart for most of the day—signings don’t count as there is zero privacy—aside from a Critical Role panel in the afternoon that’s going to be livestreamed on Twitch, for which Mary will be joining them, exponentially increasing the chance of innuendo.
This means that when Liam gets up from the breakfast table he makes a point of stretching so the hem of his t-shirt rides up and hitches his jeans back up over the hint of green at his waist. He doesn’t need to be looking at Sam to know Sam’s watching the movement of his hands, but he is; Sam’s eyes go wide and there’s clearly something ticking over in his mind, but before he can blurt anything out Liam leaves the table.
His phone buzzes not thirty seconds later.
What are you up to?
Hitting the dealers’ hall before I have to sit and sign for two hours.
Not what I meant.
Do you need any minis?
LIAM
Just clarify for me, is that a no?
ASSHOLE
I don’t think they have asshole minis.
The thought occurs to Liam a minute later that he should not have googled “asshole minis”, but by then he’s reading through Amazon reviews of a product that bills itself as a “mini anus male masturbator” with the same kind of horrified curiosity as he reads virtually any thread on Reddit. He closes the page, then reopens the browser and wipes its history. If Sam—actually, if anyone—thinks he’s got any intention of owning a chunk of poorly reviewed silicone to jerk off with, then he’ll never hear the end of it, and there are already too many things in his life that he doesn’t hear the end of.
It’s impossible to browse the dealers’ hall incognito, but most people have the nous and respect to let him be. He buys a fanart print, a couple of stickers and enamel pins for the kids, and has no luck with any of the minis that they asked about. He does find a honey badger mini and promptly buys it for Brian.
His volunteer handler for the day tracks him down fifteen minutes before he’s due to do signings and berates him gently the whole time she’s walking him to the signing tables for going off on his own. Liam offers her an apology and a hug, both of which she accepts before settling him in with four different colored Sharpies, a stack of prints (mostly Vax, some official Illidan art, and one rather disturbing one from Sagas where he looks barely conscious in a bathtub—still not the weirdest print he’s seen), and two bottles of water.
The line is already forming and the table beside him is vacant. He can sense Sam behind him though, waiting behind the long line of temporary walling that gives the guests a way to move around the con without elbowing through the crowds.
Sam predictably pops out thirty seconds after the signing is meant to start, grinning enormously, getting a laugh from the line. His handler looks faux-exasperated and puts his hand firmly on Sam’s head, reaching up exaggeratedly to push Sam down into his seat.
As usual they’re on adjacent tables close enough for anyone who wants signing with both of them to go easily from one to the other, but far enough apart not to touch each other, not even the idle brush of fingers while handing over a Sharpie or somesuch.
This of course does not prevent Liam from doing his utmost to torment the hell out of Sam. Unnecessary stretching across the table for requested hugs to let his t-shirt ride up and flash skin and green, slipping words of innuendo into conversation that the congoers won’t pick up on but Sam will, and in a brief moment of mad genius spilling a good ounce of water down his front in an elaborate spittake to something not all that funny—just enough to make his white t-shirt cling to his skin.
By the time the two hours are up and they get backstage, Sam’s riled up enough to grab Liam by the front of his shirt and slam him up against the temporary walling so hard it shudders.
“You. Are. Evil,” he says right in Liam’s face.
Liam looks one way, Sam looks the other, and when they’ve established nobody else is around there’s a kiss that’s messy, teeth-clashing, and hot. Sam even gets a hand under Liam’s t-shirt, pinching his nipple, making Liam gasp into Sam’s open mouth, before Mary pulls them apart. Fortunately her handler is still on the other side of the wall, packing up the table.
“You horny idiots,” she says fondly. “Either go up to your room and get this out of your systems, or calm the fuck down.”
“Are you saying we’re being indiscreet?” Sam asks.
“I’m saying that if you don’t untuck your shirt and use it as cover, people are going to think you’re smuggling socks down your pants.”
Liam fishes Sam’s hand out of his t-shirt and tugs it down; Sam untucks his own shirt as instructed, letting the tails fall to somewhat obscure the front of his pants. Mary watches them with a critical eye. It’s not like she doesn’t know about them but Liam does wonder what specifics she saw, if any.
“Are you going to go take care of this?” Mary asks with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes that suggests she’s angling for an invitation to watch.
“We’re kind of… waiting,” Liam says.
“In that case I’m going to take one of you to lunch, in case you forget where you are and start defiling Stan Lee’s photo booth.”
“Now you’re just giving us ideas,” Sam says.
Mary takes him by the ear and tugs. “Come on, you. Liam… behave.”
Liam watches them disappear deeper into the maze of backstage corridors and then goes up to their room to play with his nipples.
"Shiny" (Glow Night Three), Sam/Liam, Explicit (2/?)
Date: 2018-04-08 05:33 am (UTC)It’s late enough in the day that his plug is beginning to get annoying, even considering that he gave himself a break at lunchtime and took it out for the thirty minutes he got to himself in their room. One day is fine; three days running is a lot to ask of his ass, and he’s worried Sam won’t be able to have him again tonight, that it’ll just be too much.
Sam notices he’s got the wiggles and texts him, which is supposed to be a semi-official no-no and which they frequently do anyway.
What’s wrong? Got your panties in a bunch?
The panties are fine, Liam texts back, waiting for the little choked noise that’s Sam being unsure if he should be laughing or not before adding, The plug’s a little irritating.
You could have left it out. You didn’t have to keep it in all weekend.
It’s the best way to make sure that all your hot seed stays exactly where it belongs to get me good and bred, husband.
Sam fakes a coughing fit so convincing that the moderator stops talking and ducks offstage for a fresh bottle of water, leaving the three of them staring out at a sea of faces—some of which are blue or green or lavender—for thirty seconds of what would have been the equivalent of dead air had Mary not leaned into her table mic and announced, with a completely straight face, “Sorry about that, folks; Liam’s pregnant, Sam’s the father, and they’re just trying so hard not to talk about it.”
Her words are met with a roar of laughter and applause. Liam stands, turns side on to the crowd, and pooches his belly out as much as he can; Mary leans her cheek against it and looks up at him in what would be an adoring manner if she weren’t mouthing I will kill you both at the same time.
When Liam sits back down he slides his (locked) phone to her, and so does Sam, and with the phones confiscated and moderator returned to the stage, the panel proceeds with, if not no shenanigans, then at least slightly fewer overtly kinky ones.
*
Mary has her head in her hands, her elbows on the table. They’re tucked away in the corner of a Chinese restaurant, waiting for their food.
“I assume that you’re not coming to the afterparty tonight,” Mary says through her wildly mussed hair. She has run her hands through it several times.
“I mean, we could make it for a while,” Sam says.
“You ‘making it’ is what I’m worried about.” Mary emerges from her shield of hair and hands and reaches out to them both. “Look, it’s one thing for people to make jokes on Twitter and Tumblr and wherever, but you know no matter how happy people are to joke about polyamory, if a photo gets out or something—”
“I have literally said I’m in love with Sam on Talks and everyone’s still ‘oh, just gals being pals’,” Liam says. “At this point I think I could bend him over Brian’s lap and spank him and the internet would just wonder whether we learned it from Marisha or Taliesin.”
“No, they’d assume it was Taliesin,” Sam says. “They assume everything is Taliesin.”
“They’re usually right,” Mary says, adding a thank you as their waiter brings out a variety of dishes. Liam can’t remember what he ordered but they always end up sharing anyway.
“Wouldn’t it be ‘boys being toys’?” Sam asks as he loads his plate with food.
“What?” Mary and Liam ask in unison.
“Instead of ‘gals being pals’.”
“It absolutely would not be that. More like ‘men being “no homo”’.” Liam drops one of his chopsticks as he attempts to stab them in the air for emphasis. Sam reaches for it at the same time as he does and it’s the first time they’ve touched since the frantic kissing just before lunch. Sam gives the chopstick a little push to secure it back between Liam’s fingers, letting his fingertips trail over Liam’s knuckles, and Liam fumbles for his water, almost spilling it, struggling with a suddenly dry mouth.
“Guys, please eat your dinner and try to not grope each other in the process,” Mary says and, although the cheap wooden chopsticks aren’t particularly impressive, Liam feels like she’s wielding a butcher’s knife.
“We can multitask,” Sam says.
“No!”
*
Taking an hour or so at the afterparty to wind down with friends isn’t the worst idea, no matter how much Liam’s cock disagrees with his mind. It gives them time to digest their meal, and to begin switching their brains over from con mode back to—well, he’s not sure he can say “normal” mode, considering they still have one more night to live out this fantasy—but not having to be 100% switched on and public-facing is relaxing.
Bonnie starts picking out a vaguely medieval tune on her ukulele, and Xander starts dancing. Liam’s waiting for Sam to start making up lyrics, but when his gaze lands on his lover, who’s standing on the far side of the room, all he can see is the way Sam’s looking at him. For all he knows, Sam’s been staring for the last hour. He doesn’t have a drooling tongue and heart eyes, but he might as well have.
Without formally excusing himself from the gathering, Liam makes his way to the door.
He’s just stepping into the elevator, expecting Sam to have waited a few minutes or at least gotten caught up in the crowd trying to leave, when a warm body presses up behind his, a hand coming to rest on his belly.
Fortunately they have the elevator to themselves; they’re staying at the hotel the con is being held in and the chances of a Critter walking out as they’re walking in are much higher than normal. Even as Liam swipes his keycard and hits the button for their floor, he’s anticipating someone walking up behind them and composing a Vaxlan ode on the spot.
Sam lets the doors close and the elevator start moving before he takes Liam’s wrists and pins him to the wall, gently but firmly, and starts kissing him. The kisses are slow and hungry and send pleasure humming warm through Liam’s body. After a day of teasing and deprivation, not to mention walking around with his pretty green underwear going unappreciated, the contact is so very welcome.
It’s almost disappointing to have to stop when the elevator does, but that’s alleviated by the fact that now they can go into their room and do all kinds of dirty things to each other without worrying about Mary emptying an ice bucket over the two of them.
"Shiny" (Glow Night Three), Sam/Liam, Explicit (3/?)
Date: 2018-04-08 05:35 am (UTC)“Slow down,” Liam protests, batting Sam’s hands away and pulling his t-shirt off first, toeing his shoes off next, and then sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks. “Don’t you have any sense of style?”
“I do. I’m just deathly curious about your sense of style today.” Sam reaches for Liam’s belt again and Liam lies back on the bed, Sam moving to stand astride his knees as he does so. Liam tucks his hands behind his head and looks up at Sam as Sam unbuckles his belt, pops the button free, and then hesitates with his fingers on the zip.
“I’m not going to mind if you laugh,” Liam says.
“I don’t think I’m going to laugh,” Sam says, his voice a little strained, and he eases the zip down, spreading the rough denim wide to expose the deep green satin pulled taut across Liam’s half-hard cock.
Then he just looks, long and hard, eyes roving from the triangle of shiny green up to Liam’s face, across his chest, back down again. Liam waits patiently, trying not to feel like he’s being examined.
“Pretty,” Sam says at last, and Liam has two seconds to think that’s it? before Sam’s body is covering his, and what went unspoken in words is clearly voiced in the hot, hungry press of Sam’s mouth against his own. Not to mention the way that Sam’s grinding against him. “Oh, my pretty little woman…”
Liam grabs Sam’s ass, pulls him closer, and lets his lips dot kisses from Sam’s mouth over his cheek to his ear so that he can murmur, “It has a matching chemise.”
“That’s the, uh. Top part.”
“The flowy, clingy top part,” Liam agrees.
Sam peels himself off Liam. “Put it on.”
“You want me to shower?”
Sam hesitates for a long moment. “I want to say I don’t care about con funk, but honestly… I’m more worried about me than you.”
“We’ll shower together,” Liam says, rising to his feet and wriggling his jeans off. Sam’s hands go straight to his ass, cupping the satin and squeezing, and for a moment it seems like they’re going to end up right back on the bed.
“I love that you did this for me.”
“Hold that verdict til you see the end result,” Liam says, making quick work of Sam’s shirt buttons. “I might look like a really disturbing Tinkerbell.”
“Clap your hands if you believe,” Sam says, slapping his palms lightly against Liam’s ass.
Somehow they make it into and out of the shower without too much further interruption. Liam flinches when he eases the plug out, and Sam instantly looks worried.
“Are you too sore?”
“I’ll be fine. Promise. Just make sure you get me good and wet.”
“Mmmm,” Sam says, and his hand on Liam’s elbow turns Liam to face the tiled wall. Liam has time to brace himself, shuffling his feet apart, as Sam’s tongue traces its way down Liam’s spine. Sam’s thumbs press and spread him open and Liam sighs as Sam’s tongue plays over his skin, soothing the soreness away.
They dry each other off with a lot of gratuitous groping, and then Sam grabs his toothbrush. “I’ll be out in a minute, pumpkin,” he says, and Liam takes that as his cue to go put the chemise on.
It fits okay, falling to mid-thigh. It’s obviously made for a different body shape than his, especially in the chest, but his nipples peak under the satin in what he hopes is an enticing way. His cock interrupts the fall of the cloth no matter how he sits or stands; in the end he just perches on the edge of the bed and waits for Sam.
Sam comes out of the bathroom and just looks at him for a very long time. Since he doesn’t have anything on, not so much as a towel wrapped around his waist, Liam can see the occasional jump and twitch of his cock as Sam takes in the view. It makes him wonder what synapses are firing in his husband’s mind to produce the physiological responses, and what they are responding to.
“See anything green?” he asks eventually.
Sam glances at the door. It’s locked, of course; they have that routine down pat. Put out the Do Not Disturb sign, lock the door, throw the bolt if there is one, whether they plan to collapse with jetlag or fuck each other senseless.
“How are you so pretty,” he asks in a rhetorical, dreamy tone, taking Liam’s hands and pulling him to his feet. Liam goes happily, especially when the next step is Sam kissing him, hands moving slowly over his satin-clad back.
“Is it the clothes or me inside the clothes?” Liam says when he has a moment.
“Yes. Both. And that you wanted to look pretty for me.” Sam still sounds dreamy. His tongue traces the curve of Liam’s ear, making Liam shiver. “I want you in my lap, babe… I want you riding me.”
“You’re supposed to be seeding me,” Liam protests. “Gravity won’t help.”
“We don’t have to stay that way.”
“In that case…” Liam turns the two of them and urges Sam onto the bed, moving to straddle his lover’s thighs. “Pass me the lube.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No... I know you like watching me play with myself.”
He can remember the first time he did this, acting as though his attention was solely on what he was doing between his own legs, when in reality it was focused on Sam watching him. This is the same: as he fingers himself open with obscenely wet sounds, stifled whimpers escaping him as he hits a good spot or merely happens to think about why he’s doing this, he’s got an eye on Sam. Sam’s leaning back against the head of the bed, cock in one loose fist, pre-come coursing in a slow rivulet down the underside. He’s not jerking himself; he needs zero assistance staying hard even after two consecutive nights of sex and Liam wonders if it’s just years of internet bullshit that have semi-convinced him that by this stage of their lives they shouldn’t be interested in more than handshakes and hugging.
His attention hasn’t wandered so far that he doesn’t notice when Sam starts touching his chest, fingers moving whisper-soft over the satin, rubbing his hard nipples through it. It draws another soft needy sound from him, and Sam lets go of his cock, gets both hands on Liam’s chest.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yes.” Sam pinches him and Liam moans. “Are you ready?” He tugs lightly on the lace-trimmed straps of the chemise. “Ready to come up here?” He doesn’t need to pat his lap to indicate where he means.
Liam scrubs his fingers clean on a tissue and moves up, reaching under the chemise once he’s positioned over Sam’s lap to take Sam’s cock in hand and rub the head along his slick cleft. Sam’s fingers dig into his back and ass.
“Tease.”
“Is that a statement or a request?”
“Fuck, Liam…”
Liam pushes down, taking the head of Sam’s cock into himself. Sam’s eyes fall closed and his breathing quickens. Liam lets out a gasping little moan of his own and keeps moving. It stings a little, despite his preparation—and the earlier attention of Sam’s clever tongue—but not so much so that he can’t keep moving, taking Sam in bit by bit.
When they’re fully locked together, Liam fluffs out the hem of the chemise a little so it hides his cock, and drapes his arms around Sam’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss the side of Sam’s neck.
“Worth the tease?” he asks.
“God, you feel so good.” Sam’s eyes are still closed.
“It’s always good to have your thick cock filling up my hot pussy,” Liam tells him seriously, and Sam sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting hard to avoid breaking character.
“Then ride me, sweetheart,” he says when he’s regained control. “Let me feel how wet I make you.”
It’s Liam’s turn to teeter on the edge of breaking character but it’s very simple not to: as soon as he starts rocking astride Sam’s lap both of them get thoroughly distracted. Sam lets out a little “Oh-oh-oh” that would normally be funny but the way his nails dig into Liam’s ass tells him that Sam’s just feeling too much pleasure to pay any mind as to what comes out of his mouth.
Before too long Sam’s hands wander around to Liam’s chest and it’s Liam’s turn to make uncontrollable noises as Sam touches him, one hand occasionally dropping down to graze over Liam’s cock through the satin draped over it. There’s quite a wet spot developing.
“This color would look amazing against your ass after a spanking,” Sam says, giving Liam’s backside a rough pat.
“If you try that now it’ll only make me do this.” Liam begins moving his hips in short sharp jerks, and Sam gasps at the sudden change in pace.
“Oh, fuck, oh—”
Liam grips the headboard and maintains the rapid rhythm; Sam’s fingertips dig into his ass as he rises to meet Liam’s movements. His eyes are half closed, his lips parted and Liam can’t make out more than the general shape of four-letter-words in the noise coming out of Sam’s mouth.
Sam’s thighs begin tensing under Liam in a familiar way and that’s when Sam opens his eyes and stops moving under him.
“Down on your back, darling, spread your pretty thighs for me.”
"Shiny" (Glow Night Three), Sam/Liam, Explicit (4/4)
Date: 2018-04-08 05:36 am (UTC)It’s Liam’s turn to close his eyes because the way Sam’s looking down at him, as he begins to move long and slow, makes him feel like he’s going to come well before Sam does. Not that it’s a competition, but still.
Then Sam’s fingers wrap around Liam’s cock, stroking the smooth and somewhat damp satin over his length, and Liam groans, wordless and deep.
“God, you get so wet when you know I’m going to fuck you.” Sam’s voice is taut, serious, and Liam doesn’t think it’s a playful scene statement so much as a very real fact. “It’s so hot knowing I can do this to you.”
“There are a lot of things you can do to me,” Liam says, his own voice low with wanting.
Sam leans down, as much as he can anyway given their position, and Liam lifts himself up on his elbows; they meet halfway in a long kiss.
“Right now I just need to feel you come for me.” Sam nips Liam’s earlobe. “I want to know my baby mama’s getting off on this too.”
Liam pulls Sam’s hand up off his cock, presses it to his chest, thumb against one peaked nipple. “Feel that, darling, they’re getting bigger already.”
Sam pinches the dark peak; Liam’s cock twitches between them. “Lovely,” he murmurs. “And you were so brave showing off your belly before.”
“Did you say something to Mary at lunch that made her guess?”
“No, that was just Mary... although maybe she could tell just how much you want to be all pretty and plump with our baby.”
Liam groans. “Fuck. Sam.”
“Mmmm?”
“You can—go harder.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes.”
With a couple of quick movements his chemise is pushed right up until he might as well not be wearing it, and his damn ankles are on Sam’s damn shoulders, and holy fuck Sam’s so deep Liam’s pretty sure he’ll taste it when his lover comes.
“Better?”
“Oh my fuck,” Liam says, hands scrabbling at the blankets before he realizes he could have them somewhere more useful and starts playing with his nipples, rough tugs and tweaks that draw a broken moan from Sam when he sees what Liam’s up to.
“I need more hands.”
“No, you just need to keep fucking me through the mattress,” Liam says, which is the exact wrong thing to say because it draws Sam’s full attention to their current situation and, without the thin wall of witticisms between himself and Liam, he comes faster and harder—and louder—than apparently intended.
“Damn it.”
“It’s okay.”
Sam gives Liam a wicked smile. “I’ll make it okay.” He pulls out carefully, but Liam still feels the spill of seed on his thighs. Sam shifts down the bed, tucking a pillow under Liam’s ass to keep it raised. Liam gives him a quizzical look, and Sam goes belly-down between Liam’s thighs.
“I’m pretty sure you’re good and bred by now,” he says almost conversationally, his breath warm over Liam’s cock.
“Uh-huh.”
“So now I just need to clean up my mess.”
Liam takes in Sam’s full meaning a moment too late and reaches down to stop him. “Sam, no, you don’t have to—”
Sam just grabs Liam’s wrists, arresting them at his sides, and does what he set out to do.
Sam’s got a lot of varied talents with his mouth. He licks Liam showily and thoroughly clean, and leaves possessive little bite marks on his thighs, and mouths at Liam’s balls until Liam’s panting and begging. Getting eaten out always makes him squirm to begin with—he can’t do it to Sam at all, Sam’s too ticklish—but that first moment of how dirty it makes him feel makes him want to pull away.
Then the wrong-dirty feeling passes, and the right¬-dirty, the sinfully--dirty, feeling takes its place. He shudders and arches into Sam’s greedy lips and tongue, letting the whimpers and moans fall from his own lips as they will. Sam responds with hungry sounds that make Liam’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against Sam’s cheek, until he decides he’s at last had enough of that particular tease and lets Liam’s cock drag along his cheek until he can mouth at the head.
“Damn, girl…”
If there’s meant to be an end to that sentence, or some deeper meaning, it’s lost to the way Sam takes him in, a deep practiced swallow pushing the crown of his cock against the back of Sam’s throat at the same time as Sam slips one knowing finger into Liam’s ass. Liam groans with helpless pleasure. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, he realizes; Sam’s got him as bound with desire as with any ropes or cuffs they’ve ever tried.
“Sam—Sammy—fuck—”
Sam builds him up with knowing movements, laughing when Liam starts begging for release, and when he does finally let Liam come it’s mind-meltingly good.
Liam’s brain just goes away for a bit then; he’s aware of Sam’s weight shifting on the bed, water running in the bathroom as Sam presumably brushes his teeth for the second time, and the soft languid feeling of his own body as it relaxes after the intensity of the scene, but it all seems very distant. The lace is scratchy against his skin but he ignores that, pawing the chemise back into place and scooting over so Sam can curl up beside him. He doesn’t yet have the presence of mind or the physical command of his own body to actually get into the bed and, despite Sam’s avid cleaning efforts, he knows he’s going to have to either get up sometime soon or wake up in the morning feeling rather sticky.
Then Sam’s back with him, tugging the blanket that was folded across the bottom of the bed up over them and wrapping warm arms around him, and Liam decides that he’s not moving again ever.
“Do we need to debrief?” Sam asks, tone all reluctant seriousness.
“Not really... I mean, I wasn’t expecting any of this, and I’d love to know what brought the idea into your mind, but it’s been a lot of fun.”
Sam shrugs and smiles. “I don’t really know what made me think of it. The words just happened and then I realized I was actually getting into it.” He kisses Liam’s shoulder over the chemise strap. “Thank you for indulging me.”
“My pleasure.” Liam takes a proper kiss from him then, slow and soft. “Are you looking for a repeat performance?”
“I think we only need one kid,” Sam promptly responds and the two of them laugh. “But I wouldn’t mind more of this if you’re up for it.” And his fingers trace the soft satin over Liam’s chest, tease lightly at his nipples through it.
“The clothes, the pumping, or knowing I like to make myself pretty for you?” Liam asks, voice slipping back into the feminine pitch for a moment, and he feels more than hears the groan that rumbles from Sam’s chest.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
There’s not a lot more to say on the topic of debriefing. They find their phones and send their nightly texts. Amy’s response to Sam’s solemn news that Liam is pregnant is I’m not changing another diaper in my life, but mazel tov. Quyen’s response to Liam’s message that Sam is going to be a father again is, If you have a gender reveal party I’m disowning you both.
Eventually Liam stirs himself enough to get up and brush his teeth and make a cursory effort at cleaning up, so he’s not a complete mess in the morning.
He leaves the chemise on, though. He wants to spend one last night prettied up as Sam’s wife.
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