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Round #1, February 2017
Rules:
1. Golden rule: YKINMKATO.
2. Book spoilers must be clearly tagged in post titles.
3. All comments must be anonymous.
4. Please title your prompt posts. All prompts are welcome, from fluff to angst to smut.
5. Fills must be posted as a response to the original prompt (links to AO3 etc are allowed) & must have "FILL" in the title.
6. Multiple fills for the same prompt are allowed and welcomed.
7. Content warnings will not be enforced but are appreciated.
8. Please wait until the next round to repost a prompt.
Welcome to Round #1 of the Magicians Kinkmeme! Please hop over to the mod post if you have any questions. When you fill a prompt, please feel free to link to it in the fills post so that others can easily find it.
Have fun and be kind to each other!
FILL: Ride-Along, 3/3
(Anonymous) 2017-03-21 06:39 am (UTC)(link)Oh, he is good at this, isn't he? Alice nearly purred. I had almost forgotten.
If this had been Quentin's body, that would have killed the mood. The memory of Alice's moans, the kind she made when she really came, the ones Penny drew out of her without any difficulty.
His belt came off. His pants were shoved down and kicked off, Penny's joining his on the floor. When Penny laid one arm across his hipbones and leaned down and sucked, Quentin wasn't sure if it was Alice or him who moaned.
"Like that?" Penny grinned up at him. Without waiting for an answer, he bent down and hollowed his cheeks around Quentin's cock, his hand working the base with just the right amount of pressure.
In all of Quentin's fantasies, he hadn't anticipated this. Hadn't hoped for it, even. Penny, lips spit-slick wrapped around him, his arm halting Quentin's little involuntary bucks as Penny's tongue circled his head.
"Fuck!" Alice cried out. Quentin felt something odd, almost like desire, but with a distinctly feminine feel to it. It tangled with his own, curling low in his stomach. He could feel his muscles go taut, his head thumping back on the pillow.
He didn't know if Alice felt him about to come, or just knew him well enough to know his tells.
She grabbed Penny's hair and pulled him off, dragging him back up to lay on top. They kissed, sloppy and musky and Quentin could taste himself in Penny's mouth.
"Fuck," Penny groaned, tearing away. "What do you want, Q?"
"Fuck me," Alice panted. "Fuck me, please, please, I want - " She ground her hips up against Penny, who looked surprised, but oh so willing.
"You sure?" he asked.
I bet he'll like it when you beg, Alice thought. I always did. You sound so pretty when you beg, Quentin. All breathy and needy and I never told you, but I wanted to dominate you, tell you to lick me out until I screamed. I wanted you to kneel in front of me and I would pull your hair back and you would love it. I wanted to finger you until you were pleading and then fuck you until you cried.
Quentin wasn't sure if it was the rhythm of Penny's hand, keeping Quentin hard beneath him, or the picture Alice painted, but he felt a harsh bolt of want run through him. It was tangled, red hot lines crumpled together with need and love and lust and a tiny bit of shame.
"I'm sure. Please, Penny," Alice said. Quentin's voice was reedy and thin and Quentin mentally cringed when he realized what he sounded like. He loved it when Alice had panted, when she keened out when he got her just right, and he heard those same notes in his own voice just then.
"Fuck," Penny swore, eyes wide. He tried capturing Alice in another kiss and fumbled around in the bedside table at the same time, fingers sliding over the knob. He broke off the kiss with a curse, yanking the drawer open and pulling out a condom and some lube.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me," Alice keened.
"I'm trying, babe," Penny almost growled. Babe? Quentin had a moment to think before Penny spread the lube between his fingers and carefully pushed in.
Quentin knew this part. He knew how to relax his body, how to breathe evenly, how to push past the intrusion and think of how fucking good it felt. Alice felt unsure. Her body had accommodated him without help, just a lot of foreplay. He pushed, just a little, and felt some of her control surrender. He showed her how to relax, how to fight the urge to tense around Penny's fingers scissoring inside him.
And then Penny hooked his finger and stroked, and Quentin felt and heard Alice gasp.
I never knew, she said with wonder. I never knew that's what it felt like.
Without his help, she's bearing down, opening herself up to Penny and begging for more. He obliged, pushing another in and taking his sweet time until Alice grabbed him, short, blunt nails digging into his skin.
"Now. I want you inside me now," she said.
"Yeah, yeah," Penny said inanely, but Quentin can't blame him, especially when he rolled on the condom and some more lube and fuck.
This was more than he had ever done. It's more than fingers inside him, spreading, this was fullness and it hurt.
"Breathe," Penny said, pausing halfway in. "Jesus, Quentin, I thought you had done this before."
Alice let out her breath, pushing down the pain. She had practice at that. They both did.
"I'm good," she said, tapping Penny on the arm.
Penny looked reluctant for a second, but whatever Alice's - Quentin's - face looks like, reassured him. He pushed in, slower now, and when he was fully seated, Quentin marvels.
Is this what it felt like for you? he asked Alice.
No, she thought back. Not... not exactly.
And then neither of them could think, because Penny was moving, and it felt weird, but good, and then he shifted to kiss Quentin, and it suddenly felt better than good.
"Oh," Alice said, eyes widening. She adjusted as best she could with Penny's weight bearing down on her, hitching her hips to catch that angle again and nearly snarling with frustration when she couldn't.
"Wait, wait, let me - " And Penny stopped long enough to grab a pillow . There's an awkward moment when Alice and Penny had to lift up at the same time while Penny slid the pillow under her back, but then he moved again, and it was perfect.
"You feel so good," Penny murmured into Quentin's neck. "God, you're so tight. You doing okay?"
And Alice and Quentin both think, Almost, because as good as it felt, it wasn't enough.
"Please," Alice said.
And Penny got it. He lowered himself down onto his elbows and held himself up, reaching one hand down to stroke, and Quentin went blank at the same time he heard Alice cry out.
While Quentin was still fighting his way through the haze, Penny dropped down, using his renewed leverage to thrust into him so hard that Quentin felt his head knock against the headboard. It only took a moment more before Penny pushed in with one last stroke and moaned as he finished inside him.
He collapsed on top of Quentin, rolling over so he doesn't crush him, and they lay on the bed next to each other, enjoying the post-orgasmic haze.
Don't you feel better? Alice's thoughts interrupted Quentin's cloud of bliss. You've almost slept with everyone in our little group now.
Like whiplash, Quentin was back inside his mind. Fuck.
What was the point of that? he thought to Alice. Payback? Or are you just a bitch?
I'm making a point, Quentin, Alice thought back. This is my body for thirty minutes a day. And I'm not always going to be so nice to let you watch.
"Quentin?" Penny's voice interrupted him, deceptively casual. "You okay, man? I was a little rough at the end - "
"No," Alice replied sweetly. "It was perfect."
And Quentin watched as she pulled Penny into a tender kiss.
End of the ride, Quentin. I'll see you later.
And then the lights went out.
Re: FILL: Ride-Along, 3/3
(Anonymous) 2017-04-16 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)