Kink Bingo - Object Penetration
Sep. 18th, 2011 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
setos_puppyTitle: Alone Time
Fandom: Big Wolf on Campus
Pairing/Characters: Merton J. Dingle
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 745
Warning: None
Summary: Merton has some time alone in their dorm room
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Cinegroup
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Object Penetration square.
Dedication: Dedicated to Kim
Merton flopped down on his bed, exhausted but happy. He loved college. He loved learning and he loved pursuing creative writing on the side. Not to mention rooming with Tommy meant that he could also observe important, necessary details into research of lycanthropy. Right now Tommy was out enjoying the weekend nightlife with his fellow football jocks and Merton had the room all to himself. It was rare that Merton had the room all to himself. Usually it was Tommy asking for the room while grinning and shushing a pretty, giggling girl on his arm. Merton spent those nights at the library trying to push erotic thoughts out of his mind while staring down at Hegel.
Merton figured it was ironic, or at least stereotypical of him to be attracted to, and in some senses of the word, in love with Tommy. How very cliché for the outcast nerd to fall for the popular jock who had no idea of his infatuation. Tommy was as sweet as could be and as American as apple pie and ice cream, but he also had a naive tendency to miss the obvious.
Merton licked his lips and stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He was tired, but also felt horny. He stood up from his spot in the bed and kicked off his worn dark blue jeans before pulling off his polo and dropped it on the floor. He crossed the room to the door and locked it firmly. He stood there a moment, paranoid, and debated on jamming a chair under the doorknob to secure it. He shook the thought off as he crossed back to the windows and shut the blinds before crawling back into bed.
He pulled off his briefs and let his hands roam over his body before he relaxed and rolled onto his side and pulled out a small shoebox from under his bed. He pulled out one of his favourite vibrators and a tube of lube before he settled back in bed. He slicked up two fingers before putting a pillow under the small of his back and propped up his knee before working the two fingers into his body with a happy sigh.
He was strung out and tense. He definitely needed this. His body opened up easily, clearly wanting.
Without much pause Merton worked himself open and slicked up his toy before he pushed it inside of himself. He hissed at the low, pleasant burn and clenched his teeth. He let his eyes drift shut and he turned the toy on low as he let his free hand wander over his chest before it drifted between his legs to take hold of his cock to jerk in lazy, slow strokes.
Merton thought of Tommy doing this to him. Of Tommy walking in the room and catching him. He imagined the way Tommy's eyes would darken and he would crawl on the bed, growling quietly, sniffing at Merton and nipping at him. The way his kisses would be hard and possessive. He would bat Merton's hand away and take hold of the toy and push it in hard and deep. He would thumb the dial up as high as it would go and make Merton wail.
He would make Merton come with dirty words and the unrelenting, hard push of the toy. Merton's hands would fist into the sheets and his legs would fall open and he would shove his hips up until he came messy and wet over his stomach. Tommy would lap it up and nuzzle at him, sucking at the damp, sweaty skin before he would turn the toy off. Merton would regain his breathing and they would start over again.
Merton panted and worked the toy in with rotating shoves. He was close. He bit his lip and pushed the toy into his body, his thighs were shaking and with a quiet shout he came, spilling wet and sticky over his hand and stomach. He thrust the toy and jacked his hand until he was aching and wrung out and shaking.
With a heavy sigh, Merton removed the toy, shaking as he did so, and turned it off. He was sleepy and sated and rolled onto his stomach before pulling the sheets over his head. He thought he should worry about the toy, about it being in the open, but he was so contented he didn't care.
He'd worry about the consequences in the morning.
Fandom: Big Wolf on Campus
Pairing/Characters: Merton J. Dingle
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 745
Warning: None
Summary: Merton has some time alone in their dorm room
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Cinegroup
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Object Penetration square.Dedication: Dedicated to Kim
Merton flopped down on his bed, exhausted but happy. He loved college. He loved learning and he loved pursuing creative writing on the side. Not to mention rooming with Tommy meant that he could also observe important, necessary details into research of lycanthropy. Right now Tommy was out enjoying the weekend nightlife with his fellow football jocks and Merton had the room all to himself. It was rare that Merton had the room all to himself. Usually it was Tommy asking for the room while grinning and shushing a pretty, giggling girl on his arm. Merton spent those nights at the library trying to push erotic thoughts out of his mind while staring down at Hegel.
Merton figured it was ironic, or at least stereotypical of him to be attracted to, and in some senses of the word, in love with Tommy. How very cliché for the outcast nerd to fall for the popular jock who had no idea of his infatuation. Tommy was as sweet as could be and as American as apple pie and ice cream, but he also had a naive tendency to miss the obvious.
Merton licked his lips and stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He was tired, but also felt horny. He stood up from his spot in the bed and kicked off his worn dark blue jeans before pulling off his polo and dropped it on the floor. He crossed the room to the door and locked it firmly. He stood there a moment, paranoid, and debated on jamming a chair under the doorknob to secure it. He shook the thought off as he crossed back to the windows and shut the blinds before crawling back into bed.
He pulled off his briefs and let his hands roam over his body before he relaxed and rolled onto his side and pulled out a small shoebox from under his bed. He pulled out one of his favourite vibrators and a tube of lube before he settled back in bed. He slicked up two fingers before putting a pillow under the small of his back and propped up his knee before working the two fingers into his body with a happy sigh.
He was strung out and tense. He definitely needed this. His body opened up easily, clearly wanting.
Without much pause Merton worked himself open and slicked up his toy before he pushed it inside of himself. He hissed at the low, pleasant burn and clenched his teeth. He let his eyes drift shut and he turned the toy on low as he let his free hand wander over his chest before it drifted between his legs to take hold of his cock to jerk in lazy, slow strokes.
Merton thought of Tommy doing this to him. Of Tommy walking in the room and catching him. He imagined the way Tommy's eyes would darken and he would crawl on the bed, growling quietly, sniffing at Merton and nipping at him. The way his kisses would be hard and possessive. He would bat Merton's hand away and take hold of the toy and push it in hard and deep. He would thumb the dial up as high as it would go and make Merton wail.
He would make Merton come with dirty words and the unrelenting, hard push of the toy. Merton's hands would fist into the sheets and his legs would fall open and he would shove his hips up until he came messy and wet over his stomach. Tommy would lap it up and nuzzle at him, sucking at the damp, sweaty skin before he would turn the toy off. Merton would regain his breathing and they would start over again.
Merton panted and worked the toy in with rotating shoves. He was close. He bit his lip and pushed the toy into his body, his thighs were shaking and with a quiet shout he came, spilling wet and sticky over his hand and stomach. He thrust the toy and jacked his hand until he was aching and wrung out and shaking.
With a heavy sigh, Merton removed the toy, shaking as he did so, and turned it off. He was sleepy and sated and rolled onto his stomach before pulling the sheets over his head. He thought he should worry about the toy, about it being in the open, but he was so contented he didn't care.
He'd worry about the consequences in the morning.
