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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things AMC's The Terror (2018). Go nuts!
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FILL: Immitis Lingua, Fitzier, Explicit, ftm!James & cis!Francis
(Anonymous) 2023-01-01 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)oversensitivity play verging on pain play. womb talk because after all this is the kink meme (but no breeding kink).
James barely twitches around Francis' tongue the next time he comes. He's so exhausted Francis has to hold his thighs in place lest they slip off his shoulders and James end up in a frog-like sprawl on the mattress, which his hips can't really afford nowadays.
When he lifts his head up, licking the salty mess off his lips and feeling yet more watery seed trickle down his chin, James' head is lolling on the pillow. His eyes are very dark, under his heavy lids, and as Francis looks he blinks and a tear rolls down his cheek as if pleasure had wrung it out of him. His face is red, and about half as messy with sweat and snot as Francis must be right now. With one of his hands he's playing with a flat tit, and he's rubbing his lips with the other like he's starved for penetration. Francis feels a fleeting regret for James' long hair, when flywaways clung to his brows and cheeks like an inky spider web. Now it just sticks up like down on a chicken's head, silver threads mixed in with the mousy brown.
"Mm-" James starts, peeking down, and if James can still want more, Francis' not doing his job right.
James' red, abused little cock juts out from the matted nest of hair between James' thighs, and Francis catches it between his lips and gives it a luxurious, long suck. James gives out a shivery, panting "uh-uhn" sound from deep within his chest which sends a bolt of pleasure all the way down Francis' spine and after two-three seconds, his belly shakes, he seizes, and he wets himself again.
He's pretty sure James would have arched in a bow under the strength of this one if he still had the strength, because his heels twist and stutter against his shoulder blades before he goes lax, and Francis peeks up again to make sure he's still with him. His cheeks are wet, and there's white showing through the slits of James' eyes, but only for a moment. Still, when he fumbles down for Francis, his movements are slow and uncoordinated.
"No, you terror," Francis says, with great fondness through the twinge in his overworked jaw, and let's go of James' thighs to catch his hands.
"Hm," James says, and his voice is shaking, "oh, puh- please, Francis..."
Francis drops a kiss on James' knuckles, and James smiles through his tears, because he knows Francis can refuse him nothing.
"Please, Francis, fuck me..."
"What have I been doing all afternoon," Francis grumble, but that is a demand he can access, and he sits up on the mattress until James' thighs are spread around his waist. The bedsheets are sodden, so is the front of his shirt, and his own cock, which has been prodding into the mattress especially insistently for the last ten minutes, is fat and veiny when Francis presses it against the length of James' blood-dark, licked-open slit. He rocks it into the cradle of James' mound, liking the tickling sensation of the crimped hair, the heat and wetness where it blooms open under the slight pressure. James makes small, pained gasps under even this most gentle of caresses, and James' cock at the apex of it twitches violently when the fat head comes up against it, catching and parting the delicate folds Francis has so laved.
Francis doesn't even need to push in. He traps James' thighs between his elbows as he bends forward, catching James' wrists and spreading them to the sides until they are face to face, mouth to mouth and Francis can smell the salt on James' skin, and he can smear James own seed from his face to James' face as he presses his brow against James, and he can see how James' eyelids flutter and his eyes roll back as he sinks without resistance into the warmth of James' pleasure-worn cunt.
Francis' cock spreads James wider than his tongue had, and goes much deeper, but from its fat tip to its base it meets only the welcoming slackness of wrung-out muscles, until it bumps against the small inviolate mouth of James' womb, and Francis moves back just so he can enjoy the smooth slide in, the shivers that go through James, the briefest clench of his fingers around Francis' as he knocks gently at the deepest fathom of him, and the slow squelching slide out. He can't even feel if James is coming anymore, with how wet and loose he is around him. He licks into James' mouth as the man sobs out breaths, as if Francis had emptied him even of his voice, as if Francis were doing him violence, as if he were in spasms, as if the only thing keeping him from slipping away from between Francis' clenched hands were the hooks of pleasure dug into his skin, into the deepest parts of him. Francis slows as much as he can, wishes he could stop time, and hold them forever in this extremity.
But he can feel himself growing closer from his own paroxysm, his bollocks drawing up and tight against his body.
He tips over the edge suddenly and without warning, pouring his own white seed at James' entrance. It feels lukewarm against the other man's heat, as Francis still pushes in one last time, only a thin rivulet escaping down the crease of James' arse. He rattles out a breath and comes down on his elbows, head naturally finding the crook of James' neck as he presses himself against the length of his torso.
"'Lright James?" he asks. His jaw hurts, his tongue feels stiff in his mouth. There's a twinge starting to make itself known in the place where his neck meets his shoulders, which bodes nothing well for the day to come.
"Mh-sh," says James, batting at the side of his head in a clumsy attempt at a caress, and though smiling hurts his whole face Francis can't help himself. He drops a kiss against James' collarbone, and stuffs three fingers where his cock is starting to shrink, because James hates to feel him slip out.
"Hhn, thnk yew," breathes James, already more than half-asleep, and Francis still isn't sure he doesn't come, one last time, on his fingers.
Re: FILL: Immitis Lingua, Fitzier, Explicit, ftm!James & cis!Francis
(Anonymous) 2023-01-02 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Immitis Lingua, Fitzier, Explicit, ftm!James & cis!Francis
(Anonymous) 2023-01-03 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Immitis Lingua, Fitzier, Explicit, ftm!James & cis!Francis
(Anonymous) 2023-01-04 01:37 am (UTC)(link)