#smutsgiving2022

[rmd-writes]

Soon

TK loves this.

As he thrusts into Carlos, warm heat and tight pressure surrounding his cock, he revels in the little gasps and moans he elicits from his husband as he pushes back searching for more.

He can feel it, the way Carlos’ thighs tremble around his waist, the ripple of his abdominals contracting, the flex of his biceps as he curls his fingers around the bed head.

“You’re doing so well, babe,” TK gasps as Carlos tightens around him.

When Carlos’ mouth drops open, his eyes fluttering closed, TK pulls out.

Carlos whimpers.

“Soon, baby, you’re doing so good.”

[avocadorevolution]

I’ve been hovering around this fandom for a couple of years, too intimidated to write anything, but this challenge from @mostlyinthemorning feels bite-sized enough to dip my toes in the water!

Happy smutsgiving to those who celebrate!

Patrick can’t take much more.

He’s already come once tonight but David grinds down onto him relentlessly - one hand firmly around his throat providing just a hint of delicious pressure.

There’s a moment of relief as David removes his hand but as the plug buzzes to life he wails, back arching off the bed as David slams down onto him, vision whiting out as he comes deep inside his husband.

A few minutes (hours?) later he feels David shift slightly, and opens his eyes in time to see the smirk accompanying the whispered “ready for round three?”

[blackandwhiteandrose]

Smutsgiving

Happy Thanksgiving, friends! 

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“Yeah, just like that!” Patrick writhes underneath him, his thighs gripping David’s hips. “Stuff me like a turkey!” he cries.

David grinds to a halt, balls deep inside his husband. “Excuse me, what was that?”

“Nothing! David, please.” Patrick clenches his ass, like the squeeze on David’s cock might make him forget. “Just fuck me.”

“Oh, no, there’s no coming back from that,” David says, pulling out slowly, leaving Patrick empty.

Patrick groans loudly in frustration.

David shifts, re-situating himself alongside Patrick. He draws a finger over the pearly bead at Patrick’s tip. “Maybe I’ll just … gobble and swallow.”

[chaotictarlos]

smutsgiving prompt: you’re not wearing any underwear.

I don't know why I limit myself to 100 words, it's so hard sometimes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Smut under the cut:

“You’re not wearing underwear,” TK says when he dips his fingers beneath Carlos’ tight shorts.

He’s surprised in a way he shouldn’t be - he had seen Carlos’ cock in his shorts. The thought of Carlos working out with nothing on underneath was hotter than it should be.

TK couldn’t be blamed for how he pushes Carlos against the nearest wall, yanks his shorts down, and drops to his knees.

He certainly can’t be blamed for taking Carlos’ cock into his mouth, teasing the tip with gentle licks, and blowing Carlos until he’s sobbing and begging TK to let him come.

[mostlyinthemorning]

Happy Smutsgiving!

The shelf digs into Patrick’s hip, grounding him as David thrusts upwards, hands tight beneath Patrick’s ass. Patrick moans as David’s stubble catches—his teeth find Patrick’s neck. 

“Shhh.” David covers Patrick’s mouth, his rhythm increasing. 

He wants to be quiet, but David’s cock is hitting that spot, forcing a crescendo of whines from his lips, each louder than the last.

“I can’t—I can’t—fuck—” He comes, untouched, David seconds behind.

Still flushed and panting, he pushes through the backroom curtain. 

“I gotta say, Brewer,” He flinches at Ronnie’s amused drawl. “That’s the first time you’ve admitted you couldn’t do something.”

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[filet-o-feelings]

just relax

Patrick is feeling a little nervous about their first night together, and David has an idea to get him out of his head a bit.

[distractivate]

This Time Around Extra - Smutsgiving Edition

“I’m going to open myself for you,” David says. “I want you to watch.” 

Patrick nods, almost comically solemn, and David resituates so he has an unobstructed view of his preparations.

He starts by slipping his finger along his crack, just barely teasing his hole. Based on the way Patrick leans in, the way he strokes David’s legs like his fingers are just itching to get involved, he doesn’t mind David giving himself a little extra attention.  

“You like that?” David asks, circling more deliberately before he presses the tip of his finger in. “Next time I’ll do this to you, if you want.”

Patrick grunts, almost primal. God. 

“Maybe use my tongue,” he continues, gasping as the muscle yields and his finger pushes further in. “Would love to feel you coming on my tongue.”

Patrick nods, transfixed, and it would be adorable if it wasn’t so fucking hot, that busy brain of his stuck on static just from a little undignified wriggling and David’s finger disappearing inside him.

“You can help if you want,” David says, nodding toward the lube, and apparently Patrick wants because he scrambles for it and coats his finger. 

Patrick kisses his thigh, a hard, almost frantic kiss, and then David can’t keep his eyes open against the slide of Patrick’s finger along his own, his body stretching to make room for them both.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking tight,” Patrick says. “There’s no way I’m going to last inside you.”

David’s spent the last few days trying to be okay with how soon all of this will be over, so he means it with his full chest when he says, “It’ll be perfect however long it lasts.”

[obsessedwithdavrick]

Appreciating what you want.

“So, I’m thankful for your strong arms that hold me and keep. me. safe.” David whispered, stopping between words to kiss along Patrick’s arms that were held firmly in place above his head. With leather cuffs attached to the bed frame.

Patrick's breath hitched.

“And I’m thankful,” David paused and licked from his clavicle, right up to his ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth. “That you always hear me and understand me.”

A groan rose from the back of Patrick’s throat and his hips bucked.

“I’m especially thankful, that you have a giant heart,” David murmured, kissing over where his heart should be, then licking across his goose-pimpled flesh and biting down hard on Patrick’s nipple.

“Ahhh, David, David, please,” Patrick pleaded breathlessly.

David positioned himself Between Patrick’s open thighs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust devouring the sight of his desperate husband before him. He ran his hands up Patrick’s solid thighs. “I’m so thankful for these delicious thighs that hold the weight of me whenever I need support.”

David bent over, tonguing and kissing those masculine and hairy thighs, before placing his nose into the crease of his groin and taking in the manly scent.

“And I am especially and always grateful,” David smirked and kissed the tip of Patrick’s delicious engorged cock. “For this huge throbbing cock,” David sucked the head into his mouth, sucking away the pre-cum and listening to the pleading sob that fell involuntarily from Patrick’s mouth, and smirked as he pulled away to finish his sentence. “That keeps me so ridiculously happy year after year, makes me forget myself on the regular and allows me to destroy my breathtaking and remarkable husband, as a way to show my thanks.”

David watched the tears swell in Patrick's eyes and raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Please, David,” Patrick said softly. He looked wrecked which was where David wanted him to be. He was always so thankful for every part of his husband, he deserved the ultimate pleasure.

David opened his mouth and swallowed his impressive length until the head hit the back of his throat and he heard his husband hiss out a tiny, “yes…”

David held his hands on Patrick’s hips and pressed them into the mattress, so he can keep control and be in charge of Patrick’s pleasure. His jaw is wide but his lips are solid on the shaft, sucking firmly as he pulls back and loosening a little on the way back down, swallowing each time the head of Patrick’s cock hits the back of his throat. He moves in a rhythm he has mastered over many years, teasing by pulling off and licking his frenulum, bobbing up and down blissfully and waiting until he hears the groan wrenched from the back of Patrick’s throat that David knows means he is about to come. He swallows hard as Patrick’s hips jerk in tiny waves down and the salty taste is almost more satisfying than the meal they consumed with all their friends earlier in the day.

David raises himself up on his knees and takes in his spent husband, looking at him through heavy eyes. David takes himself in hand and starts to jerk himself over his husband.

“Do you want it?” He asks, knowing full well that his husband will never say no.

Patrick’s eyes open wider and he licks his lips, and nods, before swallowing hard.

“Where?”

“On my cock,” Patrick replied, not able to overthink anything in his post-orgasm haze.

David smiles softly and starts jerking himself harder, it only takes a few more strokes. He’s been painfully hard since he bit down on Patrick’s nipple and that feels like it was hours ago.

“Oh... Oh… Ohhhh, Patrick!” and his cum streaked delicious stripes all over Patrick’s softening cock and balls, some making it to his solid six-pack.

David sighed in pleasure, falling forward onto his husband. His arms reached up to hit the quick-release button on the chains between the cuffs that allowed Patrick to put his arms around him. They lay together, breathing heavily until Patrick sighed contentedly, and pulled David firmly onto himself. David knew what was coming and wiggled around a little so the cum was all over both of them.

“I’m thankful for all of you, every day David,” Patrick whispered. “Are you ready to get cleaned up?”

“Oh. Yes. Mhmm,” and David rolled over so his husband could get to work licking the cum off his body that had transferred from Patrick’s body onto his.

He watched Patrick take his pleasure, groaning as he tasted David's release, and swallowing down as much of it as he could find.

David's cock twitched at the sight and Patrick looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

"I guess it couldn't hurt to try?" he replied.

Patrick smiled widely before taking his cum coated cock into his mouth with a blissful sigh.

[weathereyehorizon]

Happy Smutsgiving to All Who Celebrate!

....

It’s been three weeks.

He’s become a more patient man. But, three fucking weeks.

Ilya admires the way Shane’s back arches, hand between shoulder blades, face pushed into the couch. Ilya slides deeper into Shane’s body, a finger pressed alongside his cock.

“Ilya, fuck,” Shane moans at the stretch, writhing underneath him.

“So good. Taking it so well.” Ilya is so in love with this man.

Shane comes on the leather, messy and loud, and Ilya’s orgasm is right there. He shouts, painting Shane’s back and his fucked open hole.

“Holy shit. You okay?”

“Three weeks is too fucking long.”

....

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[rmd-writes]

Favourite

Alex’s jaw aches and he fucking loves it. This might be his favourite thing – the taste of Henry, the weight of his cock on his tongue, the way he buries his fingers in Alex’s curls, pulling with exactly the right amount of pressure to dance along the right side of pain.

He lets Henry slip into the back of his throat.

Henry moans, high pitched and breathy.

Alex looks up and blinks.

“Fucking eyelashes.”

He swallows pointedly, constricting his throat around Henry’s cock.

Henry laughs when he comes, he always does, before licking the taste of himself from Alex’s mouth.

[mammameesh]

Smutsgiving

Considering my dash, this is tame.

Finally they are alone. They share a borrowed bed. Patrick is free here, suddenly safe in his own skin, reveling in the little moans of David Rose. Patrick strips himself of his inhibitions. David takes his time to fucking fold his clothes. The waiting is torture, and Patrick curses himself for ever wanting to go slow. David's kisses send shivers down Patrick's skin. His touches build a fire in Patrick's center. Patrick presses David down, and David moans.

"Fuck." David's dark eyes sparkle at Patrick's curse. David turns wild in Patrick's arms, panting about need. Patrick presses in, until he is surrounded by David Rose.

[stereopticons]

Smutsgiving

Well, @mostlyinthemorning challenged us to write smutty drabbles for Thanksgiving and I said you bet and then proceeded to write 1100 words instead of 100. Oops?

If there’s anything David is sure of, it’s that he married a goddamn tease. He knew he was in for an evening of more ogling than usual when Patrick came down the stairs in that cashmere v-neck, but he did not expect for Patrick to tease him mercilessly all night. The way that sweater clings to his shoulders and the way it shows that delicious v of skin at his throat is bad enough, but now he’s across the cafe talking with Matt from the baseball team and licking whipped cream from his fingers. It’s enough to distract David from his own piece of pie, his fork paused halfway to his open mouth as Patrick throws him a wink over Matt’s shoulder. 

That fucker knows exactly what he’s doing. 

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[missgeevious]

Whiskey

Patrick won’t last much longer. Jake’s long fingers fuck in and out of him, mercilessly hitting his prostate with every thrust. His other hand wraps around Patrick’s throat, holding him still while he sucks on his tongue. David kneels at his feet and Patrick's cock is so far down his throat that the squeeze and tug of David swallowing sends him rocketing to the edge of orgasm. He grunts as his whole body tenses, but suddenly no one is touching him. He sobs with frustration. 

Jake smirks. “On the bed, Patrick. Hands and knees. We start again in five minutes.”

[chaotictarlos]

it’s not that i’m horny all the time. it’s just that you’re always sexy - for the smutsgiving :)

Thank you for the prompt!

Implied smuttiness under the cut

“Come on, we can squeeze in a quickie before the gang gets here,” TK says, pressing his bulge up against Carlos’ ass as he tries to prepare snacks.

“TK, we had sex this morning, then I ate you out in the shower, and we just exchanged blowjobs not even a half hour ago,” Carlos says, sounding only slightly exasperated. “How do you have the energy to be horny all the time?”

“Hey, it’s not that I’m horny all the time, it’s just that you’re always sexy.”

“So me being sexy is the reason you’re always trying to get into my pants?”

“Exactly.”

Carlos rolls his eyes fondly. “If I eat you out and plug you up with a promise to fuck you later will that satisfy you?”

“Do I get to come?”

“Yes, otherwise you’ll be insufferable.”

“You love it,” TK says as he makes his way to their bedroom, stripping the entire way and leaving a tray of clothes in his wake.

[filet-o-feelings]

Smutsgiving (lite)

Here's my first attempt, which hit the goal of drabble length but missed the mark a bit on the smut. Take two has achieved smut but ended up at over 1800 words. Oops.

David pushes Patrick against the side of his car and Patrick’s breath catches on something deep in his chest he hadn’t ever felt the presence of.

Lust, he thinks.

Holy fuck, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

David looks at him with pure want in his eyes and he can’t take it any longer and surges forward.

He momentarily forgets where they are, consumed in all things David. 

Lips, biting. Tongue, sucking. Hands, roaming. Hips, grinding.

“Hey you two, get a room!” he hears Stevie shout from in front of the office door and comes back to reality.

[rmd-writes]

the opposite of getting clean

The tiles are cool against Patrick’s chest, a contrast to the warmth of David’s mouth on his thighs and the water that cascades down his back.

Without warning, David licks into him, alternating kitten-licks with more deliberate swipes of his tongue, his fingers digging into Patrick’s hips until he’s begging.

Patrick’s moans echo off the tiles as David spears his tongue inside him over and over. When his legs are trembling and he’s practically sobbing, David uses his fingers too.

Pinpricks of pleasure dance up his spine, fireworks sparkling at every nerve ending; David’s name a benediction on his lips.