Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Desperate [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

I almost got it right?

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Desmond isn't desperate.

Lucy laughs in his face every time he says it though. Earlier that day she hadn't stopped until she was a crying, hiccupping mess on the living room floor. Giggling and shaky from the hiccups she'd told him to stop complaining and put on the pants she'd chosen for him. It was two sizes too small and about one good washing away from turning the fashionable holes into something pornographic.

Desmond isn't desperate.

Rebbecca snorts something alcoholic out of her nose when he says it. Swearing immediate vengeance on him, she'd pushed him into a warped game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. With tearing eyes and a glare that would make even Lucy blanche she'd put his name in the hat being passed around. He isn't surprised when his name is the first called, and he gets shoved into a closet. An occupied closet.

Desmond is not desperate, but he has a sinking feeling that he will be in about five minutes.

Because no one had told him that Shaun Hastings, the gorgeous prick, had unbent enough to allow himself to be talked into going to a party. No one told him that Shaun Hastings, with a few drinks in him, could be talked into playing a silly party game only thirteen year olds played. And no one had told him that Shaun Hastings could kiss.

God could the man kiss. Desmond feels his IQ dropping with each touch of tongue. Because Shaun had gone straight for the kill as soon as the door shut behind Desmond. Cutting off anything Desmond might have said. Not that Desmond would have said much. Shaun had a way of bringing out the stupid Neanderthal in Desmond, and his speech was the first thing to be destroyed.

Shaun smells clean. Freshly showered and shaved smooth. Desmond can smell the slightest trace of his aftershave and he knows he's going out to buy some as soon as the party ends because he is actually that pathetic.

The fact that he can even think any of that with Shaun's tongue doing a damn good job of mapping out Desmond's tonsils is either a sign of imminent brain meltdown or a miracle. He's not sure which since the brainpower needed to figure that out has gone to shoving Shaun's glasses up onto his head and messing up his carefully gelled hair at the same time.

"Four minutes!" Rebbecca sings, the closet door doing very little to muffle her gleeful cackling or the cheers of the people out with her.

"Bint," Shaun breathes against Desmond's lips before his tongue dives right back in.

The thick accent goes straight to Desmond's dick and the tiny part of his brain not engaged in sucking face is cursing Lucy's choice in pants. The worn denim had been comfortably snug around his package, but is very quickly becoming painfully tight.

Shifting and squirming does nothing but push him right up against Shaun. Which doesn't help his problem at all. Shaun breaks off and chuckles, hands sliding down from Desmond's shoulders to grip his hips. Pulling Desmond in closer and grinding against him which makes Desmond moan.

Desmond gathers what little of his brain is left and pulls Shaun down. Sucking on his bottom lip and nipping lightly with his teeth. Loving the shudder each nip gets him. He shifts again until his thigh is between Shaun's leg and rubbing against the Brit's dick. Which is definitely as interested as Desmond's in the proceedings.

Re: Desperate [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

"Time's up, lovebirds!" Light intrudes harshly on them and Desmond breaks away to shield his eyes from it. Rebecca is silhouetted in the doorway, hip cocked and smirk very obvious in her voice. "Now break it up and take it to a bedroom."

"Uh," Desmond responds intelligently when his brain comes back online enough to comprehend what she's saying. He turns back, feeling his face flush entirely too hot, to say something to the other man. The words die in his throat because Shaun isn't looking at Rebbecca. His glasses are back down and his eyes are on Desmond. It's that same intensity he's only seen from afar. The one that broadcasts clearer than any words that the man's attention is completely focused on something.

"Find another closet. This one is going to be occupied," Shaun snaps as he yanks the door out of Rebbecca's grip and swings it closed.

Maybe, Desmond finally admits to himself, he might be just a little bit desperate, because he doesn't wait for the door to completely shut before pulling Shaun into another kiss.

Re: Desperate [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

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*wipes drool off of face* W-well done, author!anon. Driveby!anon enjoyed this.

Re: Desperate [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Guh, hot! Another driveby!anon approves of this x100000!

Re: Desperate [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

H-holy shit that was hot. Just kissing, and yet I feel like I just read the hottest smut ever. Amazing!