PROMPTS

Mar. 15th, 2014 03:49 pm
[personal profile] jjbakink
 It's time for your punishment, baby. Or just time to fill out the prompts.

Prompt posting format!!:

Characters + and/or pairings, followed by kink, followed by short description if you want to get more technical in your request.

Please reread the basic etiquette/rules up here if you're still confused. 
If you have any questions/comments, just tweet @mitler. Because I'm too lazy to make a mod post. That's weird.

!! FILLED PROMPTS !! , organized with a tag system.

CURRENT UNFILLED PROMPTS: 42

Date: 2014-03-21 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Gonna try to get this one!

(1/1)

Date: 2014-03-23 12:19 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
“Nyoho~!”

The washtub was small, rusting, and an utter sham of a vessel, but there wasn’t much of a choice when it came to bathtubs, and the other option was merely washing in the river flowing near-by--a prospect firmly rejected by Gyro on the grounds that there was too much of a risk Johnny might float away. As much as Johnny protested the idea of being bathed like a toddler, he still willingly spun himself into the tub, legs dangling over the side, water barely crawling past his belly button. Between the American’s pouting lips and tight squeeze in the tiny little bucket (it was starting to look more like a glorified bucket the more Gyro squinted at it) Johnny looked like a wet and displeased puppy.

A puppy! Gyro chuckled some more at the thought.

“Nyohohohoho! You could at least look a little more grateful, you know. You don’t even have to do the work yourself!” Gyro brandished a few scraps of soap he had managed to scavenge from the same abandoned not-even-a-shack that they had found the washtub in.

“I don’t WANT you to do the work for me--,” grunted Johnny from behind grit teeth, but a reluctant blush still crawled out the face. Gyro tilted his head, observing the reaction curiously, before his eyes lowered themselves and focused on the young man’s lower half.

Even with his paralysis, a man had his needs. He was exposed entirely, from toned torso to lanky legs--and cock in between. A smirk crossed Gyro’s face and his hand dived into the water, immediately grasping Johnny’s inner thigh, soaping his skin, removing the saltiness of sweat and dirt and replacing it with a sterile scent that drifted delicately into the air. A full smile broke out as he heard the American try to control his breath, still the quickening pace of his heart--even though he couldn’t feel below the waist, he still stiffened with anticipation, a huff of frustration escaping from between his lips.

“Did you know your little Johnny can still stand at attention?”

“Of course I did!”

“You want me to attend to him?”

“What? I--you--if you touch me like that, you could at least finish the job.”

The embarrassed response only got another “Nyohohohoho!” out of the older man before he switched the task of his hands to lifting up Johnny’s other leg, trailing his hands up and down, rubbing, massaging, stopping every now and again to lean in and place a small kiss upon his neck, his cheek, everywhere but his lips. Johnny couldn’t hide his arousal anymore; his breath came out in small spurts, chest rising and falling quickly, and his fingers played with pink, erect nipples, tiny moans jerking out in his pleasure.

“Impatient, as always. I don’t want to overwhelm you though, so I’ll just stick to fondlin’, is that alright?”

Johnny’s mouth, already slightly agape, moved to form a response, but nothing came out, his boy instead twisting to stretch closer to the older man, torso rocking upwards, eyebrows scrunched together in a look that conveyed both need and something else. Trust? Love? Gyro couldn’t tell for sure, but instead lowered Johnny’s leg and went to scrubbing down his torso instead, water trickling from his collarbones, suds dripping tantalizingly from his formidable abs, and Gyro’s tongue following the newly scoured patches. Johnny’s hands started to wrap around the older man, drawing him closer, and Gyro willingly complied, nearly in the tub himself as the water soaked past his cloths and hastened his own erection. Now Gyro’s hand focused on Johnny’s cock, moving deliberately against the burning, wet flesh, now his lips locked against Johnny’s, tongues invading each other’s mouths.

Johnny’s chest lifted even more, threatening to push Gyro over--and as their lips parted, he uttered a startled moan, cum dripping down his cock and Gyro’s hand and into the water below.

“Gyro…?”

“Mmm?”

“...thanks.”

“You know it’s not even a problem--but you know, now you’re dirty again.” The grin that had never left Gyro’s face grew large. “I can fix that right up whenever you’re ready.”

op

Date: 2014-03-23 06:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AAAAAAH THANK YOU ;_____; bless you anon, bless your soul

Re: (1/1)

Date: 2014-03-23 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Damn that was hot~