xstarlesscity | (no subject)

You're viewing

xstarlesscity's journal
Create a Dreamwidth Account Learn More

Reload page in style: site light

xstarlesscity

brought to you by

m0rae (moreae.tumblr.com)and

xstarlesscity (imgaydidntyouknow.tumblr.com)

GUIDELINES:

- you can be anon, but you don't have to be anon. you take full credit for your pervy thoughts if you like, but don't feel pressured.
- one prompt per post, please.
- read over the requests and fill them with fic and art. both are encouraged!
- a post can be filled multiple times. just because someone drew it doesn't mean you can't write it, or draw it again. and again and again and again. the more the merrier.
- absolutely NO hating on other people's kinks. there is a 0% chance that writing or requesting fic or art will hurt anyone, so live and let live.
- pimp us around! most of this fandom isn't on lj, so the more this gets pimped, the more likely it is that your requests will get filled. post the banner on tumblr with a click-through link to this page!

this fandom is seriously lacking in kink.
let's get this party started.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From: (Anonymous)

“Yes, yes, yes,” he continues to sigh mindlessly.

Vincent picks up his pace, more pressure and the smallest scrape of teeth. It’s all enough to shatter Sebastian’s resolve. He feels the back of Vinco’s throat with the head of his cock, the tightness and the heat.

Something broken between sobbing and laughter rushes out of his mouth. Vinco works harder. Soon his breath only comes in short, hard bursts of air.

“Yes, God,” he pleads.

Vincent groans and Sebastian feels the vibrations so close they could be inside him. His thighs tense and the edge of his vision — Vinco looking up at him like he knows already — goes dark.

“Going to come,” Sebastian warns, tightening his grip on his friend’s hair.

Vinco just swallows and swallows.

Sebastian’s mouth is wide open and his face contorted with pain or pleasure, but there’s only silence in his lungs and on his tongue. There’s only the music already playing on and on.

Rapid-fire gasps bring him back into himself. He watches Vincent lick his lips and then his fingers obscenely. Sebastian licks his lips just watching all that.

“Did you?” he asks, raising both eyebrows.

“Not yet,” Vincent tells him. “Want to help?”

“Not really,” Sebastian says, bluntly. “I want a cigarette.”

Vinco just laughs at him, which he expects and cannot help smiling over.

He stands, though, with his loose jeans falling down to his knees. Sebastian tucks one hand around the back of his friend’s thigh and drags his tongue up the swollen shaft of Vincent’s dick. That’s just a tease, though, as he only offers a hand to aid Vincent’s broader, bigger hand. But he keeps his eyes locked on Vinco’s dark eyes, because he knows he licks that. The cigarette can wait.

“Come on, Vincent,” he says, voice deeper and rougher with the edge of his orgasm.

Chest already damp with sweat, the hot splash of come is just another reason to take a shower before he finishes the song. He’s already come up with a title.