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[tourdefierce]

In need of some porn? 

Well, I have so much on my plate that I'm going through some minor writers block. 

To fix this:

Comment with a pairing and one or more prompts and I will write a drabble for you. The more creative the prompts the better, espeically if they are a bit unusual. I'm trying to expand my imagination a bit, especially with p0rn. I won't put a limit on how many, it's not like I friend a lot of people in the first place. 

Happy Friday flist.

Comments

[-starcrossed-.livejournal.com]

Like I can resist this!

Teddy/James (are you surprised?)

Prompts: ink stained fingers, fresh roasted coffee, tattoo

[tourdefierce.livejournal.com]

James always thought Teddy's fingers would taste like ink.

But they don't. Teddy's fingers don't taste like ink at all. Sometimes they taste like parchment because Teddy has been reading for inspiration all day long before giving up on his writers block and shagging out his frustration. In the summer, they taste like peaches. James stops by the market every other day to pick up another bag of the fuzzy fruit because Teddy goes through them insanely fast. He says it's because they taste like James but James is convinced Teddy just likes to annoy him when the he leaves pits sitting around the flat. Frankly, it's disgusting.

Most of the time James gets to lick and suck on Teddy's fingers; they taste like freshly ground coffee. Teddy spends nights up when he's caught a break, churning out pages upon pages of solid galleons and the flat smells like coffee all night long. When James gets up in the morning, Teddy is usually asleep at his desk with ink stained fingers that taste like coffee. They've been stained as long as James can remember. They've always been sensitive too; one stroke or lick and James could have Teddy in shambles.

So when Teddy finishes his first book, they decide to celebrate with booze and a night out. They end up in the twenty-four hour tattoo parlour, Teddy's trousers and pants pulled low on his hips and James holding his hand as the loud buzz of the tattoo machine fills the room. They're pretty sloshed but the tat is simple and James is pretty sure Teddy won't regret it in the morning. The outline is already inked, an ancient ruin that means 'survivor'.

Teddy is stretched out on an old dentists chair as the artist changes the needle. Teddy looks good enough to eat with his pale skin exposed and stretch across his sharp hipbones. He always was a skinny git. But he arches and moans when the artist starts up again to fill in the ruin with black ink. It's hard not to think about the last time James had seen Teddy like this, moaning and driving James crazy. It had been a couple of days because Teddy had been working non-stop on his book, drinking coffee and walking around the flat trying to complete the final chapter. But just before they had heard from the publishing company, they had spent a really wonderful Sunday in bed.

And Teddy's ink stained fingers had certainly played their part.

James shivers at the thought of Teddy arching underneath him as he had sucked and licked Teddy's fingers just days before, they had tasted like peaches, before sliding them inside his body. There was nothing like watching Teddy's fingers, permanently stained with ink, thrusting inside James' hole. It drove them both crazy and they spent plenty of time taking advantage of the quill calloused pads of Teddy's fingers twisting inside of James before he had slide over Teddy's cock and ridden him until they both came, Teddy in a flurry of turquoise and three of his fingers inside of James' mouth. James had been quick to follow.

James tries to suppress his moan at the memory, but Teddy's eyes fly open and he seemingly forgets about the needles pushing ink into his skin and they lock eyes. James watches as Teddy's amber eyes turn green before flickering into turquoise. The change shoots straight to James' groin and he squeezes Teddy's fingers, running his middle finger along Teddy's sensitive palm. Teddy licks his lips and James is about to jump him in the middle of the parlour when he notices the lack of buzz in the air.

"All done."

It takes them less than three minutes to get out of the parlour and into the alley. James can taste the ink through the padding over the tattoo… he likes it just a little too much but Teddy doesn't mind.

[-starcrossed-.livejournal.com]

OMG! I seriously love you for this! It is beyond perfect, everything I asked for and more. The peaches! Oh, god, the peaches. That was such a perfect touch. And the fact that the tattoo means 'survivor'.

[tourdefierce.livejournal.com]

; )

I'm really happy you enjoyed it.
I have a thing for peaches. Well, the smell of peaches because it's been my perfume since I started highschool. Plus, I thought it was sort of sweet touch for James, who I imagine to be a bit on the rugged side.

Did you like the tat? Good. I thought it would be meaningful without being too cliche.

Now, I think you should do this. yesyes. lol

[-starcrossed-.livejournal.com]

Now, I think you should do this. yesyes. lol

I should do what? Write some porn drabble?

Tempting, I will admit, but I've got a lot going on in real life at the moment.

For you, though, I will make an exception. Give me a pairing and some prompts and I'll see what I can come up with.

[tourdefierce.livejournal.com]

Yay! RL is always a pain in the ass, thankfully my RL is pretty dull right now.

On to the smut:
Oliver/Percy or Charlie/Draco

Brooms.
Rimming.
Flirt.