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Jun. 30th, 2011 04:02 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 5/?
Incredibly, Tommy’s blush deepened even further. He made a curious little gasping noise and stiffened between Sutan’s wide-spread legs.

“You do know why you’re here,” Sutan said as he slid his hand back down to cradle Tommy’s jaw once again.

“For your pleasure, my lord.”

Tommy’s gaze skittered away again, but before Sutan could admonish him, those large brown eyes looked up at him once more. The small act of obedience made Sutan inexplicably proud of the boy. I’m keeping you, some distant part of his mind thought.

“And yours as well,” Sutan said.

Tommy’s eyes widened in shock. “My pleasure? I don’t understand. You’re….” He trailed off with a look of uncertainty.

“Go ahead,” Sutan urged him. “Speak your mind. You won’t be punished for honesty.”

“I was…going to say that… you’re Raja and I am no one. How can this be for me as well as you?”

Sutan smiled and stroked Tommy’s skin with the pad of his thumb. Slow. Deliberate. “Because your pleasure will be my pleasure.”

“Oh.” A soft exhale of sound from parted lips. Lips Sutan wanted.

“When they prepared you in the harem, did they say what I would ask of you?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Tell me.”

“They said…that…that you would want me to…suck you, and that you would”—Tommy worried his bottom lip for a second—“spread my legs and fuck me.”

“And which shall I have first, do you think, your mouth or your pretty little hole?”

Tommy gasped softly and blushed again. “I don’t…I don’t know….”

Sutan thumbed at the seam of his lips again. “Your mouth,” he said. “I want your mouth on me.” He sat back in his chair and spread his thighs even wider. “Undo my belt,” he ordered.

Pale, trembling hands reached for the silk sash holding his robe close and pulled, undoing the knot. Sutan’s robe fell open with a quiet rustle so he was exposed, cock half-hard between his legs, eager for the pleasures to be had.

“Touch me.”

Tommy reached for him slowly and wrapped his long fingers around Sutan’s cock, gasping a little when the flesh responded to the touch, lengthening and thickening in his tentative grip.

“I don’t know what to do,” Tommy said, staring at the long, thick cock in his hand. “I’ve never—”

“Lick me.” Sutan slipped his hair into Tommy’s golden hair and urged him closer.

Tommy parted his lips and licked across the swollen head of Sutan’s cock.

“Do it again.”

Tommy’s tongue flicked across the head of his cock again, slower this time, firm and wet as it dragged over the slit. Sutan hissed softly and tightened his grip on Tommy’s hair.

“More,” he said.

Tommy obeyed, lowering his eyelashes as he leaned forward again and began to work Sutan’s cock. He licked at the hard length, tongue tracing the veins running along the shaft, flicking at the sensitive underside of the swollen crown and dragging across the slit once more. He kept licking over and over, until Sutan’s cock was gleaming wet with his spit and precome leaked from him.

“Lick it away,” Sutan breathed.

Tommy did as he was told. He licked away the trail of precome dripping off the head of Sutan’s cock, and when he’d swallowed it, he carried on working the throbbing flesh, licking all over and pressing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive underside every few seconds.

“Take me in your mouth,” Sutan said finally. “Suck me.”

Tommy hesitated, staring at Sutan’s cock. “I don’t….”

“Here.” Sutan batted his hand away and took a hold of his aching cock. “Open your mouth.” When Tommy obeyed, Sutan pushed in until the head of his cock was buried in his mouth. “Suck.”

Tommy’s mouth was sweetness and heat as he began to suck, tentative at first, and then harder, cheeks hollowing as he pulled on the head of Sutan’s cock. Without being told, Tommy swirled his tongue around the throbbing flesh in his mouth, drawing out the pleasure, making Sutan’s body tighten with the urge to thrust, to fuck those pretty lips, slide his cock in and out of that perfect mouth.

“Take a little more,” he said, urging Tommy forward. “You can take a little more of me.”

Sutan looked down, groaning loudly at the sight of his cock disappearing between those rouged lips, one inch, then another and another.

“Suck me.”
Jun. 30th, 2011 04:03 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 6/?
Tommy made a noise low in his throat and obeyed, bobbing back and forth over what he’d taken and wrapping his hand around what he couldn’t take when Sutan’s hand fell away. He licked and sucked loudly, messily, inexpert but enthusiastic, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth to wet Sutan’s cock and rouge smearing along the length of him.

“Look at me. Always look at me,” Sutan said when Tommy’s eyes fluttered shut.

He regretted his words immediately. It bordered on too much, those large brown eyes staring up at him while Tommy’s lips stretched thin around the thickness of his cock. The sight was enough to make him buck wildly in the chair, hips straining upward toward Tommy’s mouth, pushing in deeper, making Tommy gag and sputter when the swollen head pressed into his throat for a heart-stopping moment.

Pure lust shot up Sutan’s spine at the sound of Tommy gagging on his cock. He wanted to keep him there, bury his cock all the way down his throat, pump his come into him. No, he wanted to stroke himself to climax, watch his come streak Tommy’s beautiful face, make a gorgeous mess out of him. The thoughts mixed crazily in his head while Tommy continued to suck, pushing Sutan dangerously close to the edge of orgasm. No. He wanted to come in Tommy’s body first, thrust deep into that tight hole and get him hot and slick with his come.

Sutan dragged Tommy off his cock and groaned when the length of him fell from those lips with a filthy wet popping sound.

“Have I displeased you, my lord?” Tommy asked. He sounded hoarse, rough and wrecked, like Sutan had been fucking his throat for hours.


“Then why did you stop? Let me,” he said, pushing against Sutan’s hold on his hair to lick at his cock once, twice. When he opened his mouth to suck him in again, Sutan tugged him back.

Tommy let out a whimpering sound, soft and helpless. “Let me,” he whispered.

It was only then that Sutan looked down, all the way down, to where Tommy knelt low on the ground, knees parted beneath his robe. He was hard. Sutan’s gaze darted back to Tommy’s flushed face with surprise. His serving boy was proving to be quite the revelation.
Jun. 30th, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Positive Neil
ROFL...love it!!!

It’s the dullest twitter Neil’s ever seen. Of course he has more followers than Neil within a week. Asshole. Bwuhahahahahaha
Jun. 30th, 2011 04:37 am (UTC)
Re: Toy Testing
So awesome! Loved this!

“You aren’t touching my ass for the first three days of our vacation LOL. Poor Tommy.

Love the coming from his ears!! *giggling out loud*
Jun. 30th, 2011 05:04 am (UTC)
FILL: Long Time Coming
Brad/Neil with a fair amount of Adam references thrown in.

Long Time Coming
Jun. 30th, 2011 07:37 am (UTC)
Jun. 30th, 2011 09:47 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 6/?
Jun. 30th, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 6/?
love it!
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:09 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 6/?
You are the Queen of Slave Tommy! No one can write stories of him being a slave nearly as hot as you do! What a tidbit to feast my eyes on first thing in the morning! Thank you! ;)
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:28 pm (UTC)
Hello Hello Baby 1/3
She’s writing when he calls, and she puts him on speaker and says “Hang on a second,” and finishes her sentence, poking the period key with satisfaction.
“Now,” she says. “What can I do for you, light of my life?”

“Hello darling,” he says. He sounds breathless. “Bad time?”

“Nah,” she says. “I’m at a stopping point. Everything okay?”

“Groovy cool,” he says, but his voice is weirdly high. “Hey, you remember when I was home at Halloween?”

“I still had the bruises at Thanksgiving, yes,” she says, and a breathless laugh comes out of him.

“Remember that conversation we had? About - uh - about Tommy?”

She sucks in a breath. Over the phone line, she can hear her husband breathing, rustling fabric, and - yes - somebody else’s voice. Higher than Isaac’s, but muffled and distant.

“Put me on speaker,” she says.

The sounds shift, and Tommy says “Hi, Sophie.”

“Hi,” she says. “Are you guys, uh.”

“I was gonna leave,” says Tommy. “Or, not leave, but go somewhere for a while. Until I felt. But Isaac said to wait until he called you.”

“Leave?” she wonders.

“He’s married,” says Tommy, and Isaac murmurs something she doesn’t catch. “He’s - shut up, man, you love your fuckin’ wife. I don’t wanna be that guy.”

“I do love my fuckin’ wife,” Isaac agrees. “Wife?”

“Don’t call me wife,” she says. “Dear.”

“Sweetness,” he says. “Darling honey-pot.”

“Smudgy-puff,” she counters, “Pooky-bear,” and hears him snort. “Tommy, please shut my husband up, I can’t bear listening to him.”

“Uh,” says Tommy, and there’s more movement-type noises, and somebody sucks in a breath.

She stares at her coffee cup, empty, fingers twitching. There’s a wet noise, a shaky exhale down the phone line.

“Sophie,” says Tommy. “Sophie, please say this is okay.”

“What’s okay,” she says. “Tell me.”

“He’s kissin’ me,” says Isaac, his voice gone drunken-slurred. “We’re on the bed, an’ he’s not wearin’ a shirt, and he’s kissin’ me.”

“Are you wearing a shirt?” says Sophie. “Isaac.”

There’s a pause. “You know I don’t like shirts.”

“He’s got his pants undone,” Tommy supplies helpfully. “I don’t think that was on purpose, I think he just didn’t do ‘em up after he peed.”

“I was gonna take ‘em off and go to bed,” says Isaac.

“And instead you fell on Tommy’s mouth.”

“It wasn’t like that,” says Isaac, and she sighs.

“Tommy,” she says patiently. “Shut him up.”

Isaac yelps, and there some scuffling. “Okay,” says Tommy. “I should let him breathe, yes, okay. What now?”

Isaac says something, muffled.

Sophie finds herself grinning at her phone, helplessly delighted. “You should kiss him some more,” she says. “Kiss his neck, he likes that a lot. Just under his ears.”

“Yes ma’am,” says Tommy. There’s a delay, like a buffer, and then Isaac moans, and Tommy laughs, just quietly, smug.

“Cool,” he says. “Hey, if I,” and Isaac makes that shocked squeaky noise she loves so much, that he always denies.

“I didn’t say you could touch his nipples,” says Sophie, mock-severe.

“You’re psychic,” says Tommy. “That’s awesome. I respect that.”

“He always makes that noise when you play with his nipples.”


“I do not,” Isaac protests, and then makes the noise again.

“Tommy,” Sophie scolds.

“Oh, did you mean stop?” He sounds playfully innocent, and she swallows a giggle.

“Don’t bite,” she says. “But use your teeth a little, scrape him up, and suck some.”

“Like this?”

“Oh fuck,” Isaac breathes. “Oh jesus fuck, Tommy.”

More sounds of movement, and Isaac whines high in his throat.
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:33 pm (UTC)
Hello Hello Baby 2/3
“Tommy,” she says, her throat suddenly dry. "How far do you want to take this?” There’s another pause, and she wishes fiercely that she could see them.

“You’re the boss,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to, like, be too pushy.”

“That’s not what I asked,” she says. “Isaac? Any thoughts?”

“He is actually humping my leg right now,” says Isaac. “Ow, teeth.”

“Cocksucker,” Tommy mutters, and Sophie does laugh this time.

“Great idea,” she says. “Tommy, pants off. Husband, assume the position.”

Isaac sucks in an audible breath. “Babe? You sure?”

“I am if you both are,” she says. “But hang on, lemme switch rooms. This’ll be awkward in an office chair.”

“Jesus,” says Tommy. “Are you gonna-?”

“Fuck, yes,” says Isaac. “Get your - get your stupid pants off, you assless fucker.”

“So much affection and trust,” says Sophie, sprinting up the stairs. “No, don’t start without me, I’m still dressed.”

“Get Hal out,” says Isaac, over the top of Tommy’s “Take your pants off too, you midget asshole. Who’s Hal?”

“Our little friend,” says Isaac. “Oh. Oh, God.”

“Yeah, you like that,” says Tommy, but his voice has gone quiet, almost shy.

“Yeah,” says Isaac.

Wait, you bastards,” says Sophie, hopping on one foot to kick her jeans off. She flops onto the bed and rubs her fingers over her panties, already soaking through. Fuck, she’s not going to need Hal at this rate.

“Babe,” says Isaac. “Babe, can I?”

“Please,” says Tommy, breathy.

“Isaac,” she says to the phone on the pillow beside her. “Suck him.”

There’s that buffer-moment again, and then this utterly obscene wet sound, and Isaac’s breath in his nostrils. Tommy’s moan seems very far away, tinny.

Sophie slips her fingers under her panties. They must have moved the phone, close to Isaac’s mouth, close to - her husband is sucking another man’s dick, sucking Tommy’s dick, and one of them is holding the phone so she can listen, can hear the hollow wet noises, the slurping, the way his breath keeps catching like he’s not quite choking on it. She’s a little dizzy.

“Tommy,” she says, to the faraway voice that can’t quite keep from moaning. “Tommy, is it good? Is he sucking you good?”

“It’s - it’s good,” says Tommy. His voice is shaking and hitching. “Jesus, it’s fucking good, has he done this before?”

Slurp, and a distressed noise from Tommy. “Nosy,” says Isaac.

“I didn’t say to stop,” says Sophie, with all the snap she can muster. “Back to it.” She waits, and after a beat, Tommy groans long and low.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

“To answer your question,” she says, “yes, some. A while ago.” She shoves her shirt up so she can get at her tits, pinching and twisting. “Tell me what he’s doing,” she says, because Tommy’s breathing has changed.

“He’s playing with my balls,” says Tommy shakily. “He’s licking ‘em - fuck, fuck, sucking ‘em, feels so good, god, such an awesome cocksucker.”

“You like it?” says Sophie, distracted, twisting a nipple while her fingers circle her clit.

“Fuck, yeah,” says Tommy. “Gonna come.”

“Stop,” says Sophie, and hears Tommy’s whimpered denial.

“Fuck fuck fuck, no, don’t,” he says, but she tunes in instead on Isaac’s heavy breathing.

“Babe,” she says. “Isaac?”

“’M here,” he says, his voice raspy. She presses the heel of her hand against her crotch. Jesus.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m good.”
She leans over opens the bottom drawer in her nightstand. “You remember my last birthday?” she says.

Isaac sucks in a sharp breath. “You want,” he says.

“Only if you do,” she tells him.

“I don’t think we have - Tommy, you got condoms?”

“Yeah,” says Tommy. “Course I got condoms, are you crazy?”

“How about lube?” says Sophie. There’s a pause.

“Ah, no.” Tommy sounds sheepish. “I don’t usually need - I’m normally with girls.”

“And I am, as we have discussed, a married man,” Isaac intones.

“Okay, smartass,” says Sophie. “So you’re not getting fucked tonight, well done.”

“Holy shit,” says Tommy. “You know, I bet I could get some lube from somewhere, I bet Adam has some.”

“You’re not asking our boss for lube,” says Isaac, sounding horrified.

“He won’t mind,” says Tommy.

“He’ll ask questions,” says Isaac, and Tommy grunts.

“Yeah, but he won’t mind.”

Edited at 2011-06-30 12:39 pm (UTC)
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:41 pm (UTC)
Hello Hello Baby 3/3
They seem set to settle into bickering, and Sophie clears her throat. “Both of you are talking too much.”

“Sorry,” says Isaac immediately. “My lady would like us to perform for her entertainment?”

“My lady would,” she says. “And if my husband isn’t getting fucked, well.”

“Well?” says Tommy hopefully.

“Raincheck on that,” she says, and Isaac laughs.

“You dirty girl,” he says.

“There might be skyping, is all I’m saying,” she says. “Later.”

“That’s awesome,” says Tommy. “But I was getting my dick sucked, could we go back to that?”

“Tit for tat,” says Sophie, and rolls her eyes at the confused silence. “Sixty-nine it, boys, come on.”

“Fuck, yes,” Isaac hisses. “Yeah, fucking suck my cock.”

“Mouthy fucker,” says Tommy, and there’s some scuffling, a thump, and a long drawn-out moan, she can’t tell who.

“Talk to me,” she says breathlessly. The toy goes in easy, sweet. “Fuck, one of you say something.”

“Mouth’s full,” Tommy pants, and there’s a hollow sticky noise. “You want me suck him, or talk?”

“Suck me,” Isaac votes, distantly. “Fuck, watch that thing, you’ll put my eye out.”

“Not if it’s in your mouth I won’t,” says Tommy. “Stay the fuck still.”

“Soph, he’s pickin’ on me,” Isaac complains. “Make him stop.”

“You make him stop,” she counters, too caught up in grinding up against her own hand to deal with their squabbling. “I’m fuckin’ busy.”

“Show you,” Isaac grumbles, and Tommy lets out a yell that has Sophie clenching up around the toy, hips jerking as she comes.

As she comes down, she hears Tommy’s moans peaking, getting high-pitched and frantic. “Isaac,” he says, sweetly breathy, “fuck, like that, yes, do it, jesus, oh god.” Tommy talks all the way through his orgasm, even as his breath gets ragged and his voice cracks.

She matches her breathing to his as it slows, imagining the aftershocks rocking him.

“My turn,” says Isaac. “You left me hanging long enough, Ratliff.”

“That actually sounds fair,” says Sophie, thumbing her clit experimentally. She could go another round, easy, yeah, especially if Isaac’s gonna get vocal about whatever Tommy gets up to.

“Never let it be said I don’t know how to give a girl a good time,” says Tommy.

“I’m not your fucking prom date,” says Isaac. “Will you just,” but Tommy shushes him.

“I gotcha, baby, just lie back, I’mna take such good care of you.”

“I’m gonna bite your dick off,” Isaac threatens. He’s bitchy when he’s tired, and Sophie grins to herself, stretches out her cramping fingers.

She doesn’t expect the strangled noise from Isaac, doesn’t expect him to suddenly go quiet, doesn’t expect the happy sounds Tommy makes, like he’s just taken a bite out of something delicious.

“Isaac,” she says. “Isaac, you good?”

He whines, non-verbal. “Tell me,” she insists. “Baby, tell me what’s happening.”

He sounds choked when he answers, like all his air is gone. “He’s - he’s licking me,” Isaac whispers. “Tommy. He’s, his tongue, babe, he’s eating, uh.”

Jesus. “Say it.”

Isaac sobs. “My ass, he’s eating my ass, oh, fuck, I never, it’s good, it’s so fuckin’ good, Tommy, Soph, please.”

“Jerk yourself,” she manages in a strangled voice. “Get yourself off for us, baby.”

He makes this high, wild noise when he comes, not loud enough to be a scream, counterpoint to the slap-slap of his hand on his cock and Tommy’s hungry little moans, and there’s no force on earth that could stop Sophie, gasping out her completion to her empty bedroom.

There’s a moment then where nobody says anything. Sophie curls on her side, looks at the phone on the pillow beside her, the battery warning flashing up on screen.

“You with me, babe?” says Isaac, eventually.

“I fuckin’ wish,” she says. “I’d kiss you so much right now, you have no idea.”

“I can do that, if you want,” says Tommy. “Or not. Are you guys having a married bonding moment? I’ll be quiet.”

“If I wasn’t dead from the neck down, I’d totally smack your for ruining my awesome moment with my wife,” says Isaac sleepily.

“Be nice to each other,” says Sophie. “I kind of have my heart set on awesome threesome sex when you get back.”

Isaac snorts. “I don’t think we have to be nice to each other for that, babe.”
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:45 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Raja - Sutan/Tommy - 6/?
*gasp* Oh my, this is indescibably wonderful. Pretty Tommy is quite the revelation to Sutan, indeed. You are a treasure, my dear!
Jun. 30th, 2011 02:46 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: unwinding, brad/adam/tommy, eventual nc-17, (4/?)
This is so good! One of my favorite pairings is Tommy/Brad because they're so ridiculously uncomfortable and funny together. And an added Adam will add much more hotness! Please, continue & continue & continue!
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:23 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Positive Neil
I'm glad you like it XD I needed something cracktastic (I seem to be injecting copious amounts of angst into everything right now!)
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