asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2011-11-16 12:25 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4


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Re: Fill - The Gestalt Touch 3/3

(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 10:09 am (UTC)(link)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Clay chants, and Desmond scrabbles for the buttons on his own jeans, loosens them enough to shove his hand into his pants and drag out his cock and starts jerking himself off, hard, fast. It probably hurts, would if there'd been actually flesh involved, but it's just the memory of flesh and he can do anything he wants, any fucking thing at all. He twitches, fights to drag his head out of Clay's grip, away from the thrust of his hips, and Clay looks down with a snarl on his face, his eyes positively alight but Desmond keeps his other fist around him and his face close to the head of Clay's cock and gasps, "Come on me. Clay! Fuck! Come on. I wanna feel-"

He gasps on the last word, Clay wrenching his head back as his breath chokes out of him and he thrusts hard, uncontrollably into Desmond's fist and then he's coming and it's everything that Desmond wants. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth and jerks himself harder and he can feel it hot, striping his face in long, thick splashes and Clay is making a sound like he's dying and Desmond is so close, so-

"Jesus fuck!" Clay grunts and suddenly Desmond is being shoved down, like Clay's just collapsed on top of him except his hands are every fucking where and he's kissing Desmond, licking his own come up from Desmond's face and saying, "Desmond. Desmond," over and over again like he doesn't remember any other word. His hand convulses around Desmond's on Desmond's cock and his tongue is in Desmond's mouth, a hard thrust of want as he jerks him blindly, too hard, too fast, and, yeah, Desmond wants that too, wants Clay to fuck him hard, wants to fuck Clay, but later, later. This right now, oh Christ, this, and then he's right there, like a circuit overload, like a power surge, synapses firing all at once in his brain, muscles convulsing, over and over, until the Black Room goes white.

Holy fucking wow. So much for not being able to feel.

"Desmond."

Mmm, and okay, that feels good too, Clay kissing him like that, everywhere, again and again.

"Yep," he says eventually, and his tongue feels a thick and clumsy in his mouth, not that he really currently has either a tongue or a mouth, but that way just lies madness. "Still here."

"Desmond, that was... That was..."

"Yeah," Desmond agrees, because the stunned, subdued, hell, sane, tone to Clay's voice is all the comment needed. "It really was." He cracks an eye open, and Clay's looking at him like he's some kind of revelation, which, hey, Desmond doesn't hate. So he says, just to see the look on Clay's face, "Want to do it again?"

Clay looks then like all his Christmases have come at once.

"Yes?" he says, a little like he's not sure if he should or not.

Desmond just grins. "So, don't suppose there's a bed on this island somewhere?"

Clay blinks at him, and then grins back.

"No, but there's a block that's just about the right height."

That's good enough for Desmond.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"For the feeling to come back to my legs?" Clay says, and suddenly remembering how all this began in the first place, Desmond starts to laugh. He starts to laugh and he finds he can't stop, doesn't want to stop. He's rolling into Clay as he just keeps going and Clay's laughing too and the two of them are rolling against each other, just about killing themselves laughing, and Desmond, just for that moment, thinks it's okay, it's all right, because there's a lot wrong in his life, but he can still feel this, they can still feel this. And that's probably as right as anything gets.

OP

(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
DEAR WRITERANON,

THIS IS OP

THIS OP IS PLEASED

THIS IS PLEASED

EXPECT MORE THAN ENOUGH COOKIES UNDER YOUR TREE ON CHRISTMAS EVE

LOVE, OP

/caps<3 ; 3;

Re: Fill - The Gestalt Touch 3/3

(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
This was so beautiful and perfect with the characterisations... and also very hot. I never even usually like porn! Loved it.

Re: Fill - The Gestalt Touch 3/3

(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
YES. GOOD. Everything I could want in a Desmond/16 kinkfic. The characterizations are so lovely and the fact that they are enjoying themselves in such a desolate situation makes my heart melt. and panties wet.

In short, I love this.

Re: Fill - The Gestalt Touch 3/3

(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
...writeanon may have my firstborn, if s/he so desires. That is all.