Kink Bingo - Foot Fetish
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setos_puppyTitle: I'm a Freak, Baby
Fandom: Glee RPS
Pairing/Characters: Kevin/Chris
Rating: Mature
Warning: Foot rubs, foot sucking/licking, masturbation
Summary: Chris has nice feet. Kevin Likes them.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Ryan Murphy et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my foot fetish prompt.
Word Count: 1244
Chris sighed with relief when he collapsed on the hotel bed. It was late; their last concert – Radio City Music hall, New York, New York – was over. Everything ached, but ached in a gloriously good way.
Chris lifted his head with a muted groan when the door swung open. Amber bustled her way inside, a white, square tub under one arm and a bucket filled with ice in her free hand.
Heaven.
“Want some company?”
Chris just shook his head. “Thanks but no thanks, I just want to soak my feet and get some sleep.”
“Okay.” She kissed his forehead and dropped her things. She filled the tub with ice and muttered something about getting a drink with Jenna before waving and heading out of the room.
Chris sat up when the door swung shut and sighed. Alone at last. No Kevin to see the pain he was in. No matter how much he loved his boyfriend, Chris was pretty sure blistery, bloody feet were an alone time thing. Especially since Kevin liked his feet. Especially since Chris liked that Kevin liked his feet. His poor, aching feet.
Stupid sexy ten inch Gaga heels.
Chris whimpered as he eased off the first barely tied converse and sock and then the second. He unwrapped the bloodstained gauze and tossed it aside as he examined his feet; his feet were swollen, riddled with healing cuts and new, bleeding ones. Some of his toes were wrapped in bandages or tape and God it hurt so badly. Removing the tape and bandages, Chris sighed with relief when he slid his feet into the ice. The low thrum of pain slowly subsided and Chris fell back, limp, against the bed. Oh yeah…
His joy was short lived, however, as he door swung open and Kevin sauntered his way inside. A case of diet coke in hand and a bag of Chinese food balanced on the case.
“Kevin!” Chris yelped, sitting up quickly, moving to hide his feet.
“Hey. The guys wanted to go out to a strip club.” He made a face and dropped onto the edge of the bed. “I figured we could hang. I brought chow mien and your beloved aspartame juice.” Chris just smiled when Kevin dropped a kiss to his forehead. “So, what’s all this?” Chris watched as Kevin’s eyes took in the ice, bandages and balm. Then he noticed Chris’ feet in the ice. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Kevin stood and walked into the bathroom before walking back out, towel in hand. Chris tilted his head and watched as Kevin walked back and sat beside him. Kevin tapped his right knee and Chris scooted back, depositing his feet into Kevin’s lap. He hissed when Kevin patted them dry, squirming.
“Sore?”
“Overly sensitive.”
Kevin nodded, looking sympathetic. “How about a foot rub?”
“And you wonder why I love you so much.”
Kevin laughed and leaned down, picking up the balm and poured some into his hands, rubbing them together before lifting Chris’ right foot and beginning to massage.
“You are a God.”
“I haven’t even done anything!”
“Well, my foot feels better already.”
Kevin grinned wryly and pressed both of his thumbs against the ball of Chris’ foot. Chris’ head fell back and he let out a soft moan. He pressed in a bit harder and rubbed lower, holding onto Chris’ ankle when his foot jerked back in pain.
“They’re not so bad. A few bruises and scrapes.”
“They feel horrible.”
“I’m sure.”
Kevin moved his fingers up Chris’ ankle and calf and massaged, deep and hard. Chris’ leg jerked in his grasp and he let out a low, long moan that went straight to Kevin’s crotch. Kevin repeated the action, watching Chris’ face; he bit his lip and flushed. When Kevin did the move a third time his hips twitched and pushed up.
Bingo.
Placing down Chris’ right foot, Kevin picked up his left and began doting upon it. Chris’ breathing was shallow and wheezy, the way it got when he was turned on. His right foot was running up and down Kevin’s thigh, toes curling and pressing. When Kevin’s thumb glided over Chris’ instep, Chris’ foot moved up his thigh to his crotch and he pressed.
“Fuck!” Kevin’s hips jolted and rolled and he whined, just a little.
Chris laughed, but it morphed into a moan when Kevin licked up the arch of his foot. “Tease.”
“What can I say, I like your feet.”
“I like that you like my feet.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm. I like yours too.”
Kevin slid, grabbing Chris’ hips and sliding him up the bed. He pulled up Chris’ shirt and then wiggled his pants down. Chris was already fully hard and oozing pre-come. “You know…” Kevin drawled, beginning to stroke Chris lazily. “I think about your feet a lot. Sometimes I think about your feet on me, pushing and flexing… Sometimes you want me to kiss them, suck them, and play with your toes until you beg me to let you come.”
“Kevin… Kevin please…”
Kevin shifted back a little, taking one of Chris’ legs and leading it up his leg to his crotch, rocking lightly. Chris’ head fell back, sliding his foot over the bulge in Kevin’s jeans. His toes flexed a little, catching on the zipper and with a bit of wriggling he managed to pop open the button to Kevin’s jeans.
“Off.”
“Jesus…”
Pulling off his jeans Kevin let himself get pulled against Chris, who kissed him hungrily and thrust up against him, whining at the feel of their bodies.
“You’re so hard,” Chris breathed, a hand curving over Kevin’s back. He was feeling deliciously wicked and naughty, playful. “Indulge me?”
“Anything.”
Chris pushed his hips up, shuddering. “Would you…” Chris’ cheeks pinked, clearly not used to requesting this kind of thing. “I want to see you touch yourself and come on my feet.”
Kevin whimpered. “Are you serious? Jesus, please don’t tell me you’re joking.”
“I want it. I want to see you do it. I want to feel it.”
Kevin sat back, watching as Chris lay back against the pillows, his delicate, if a little damaged feet, curling into the bedsheets. Kevin studied them, his hand already working fast over his erection, he’d been hard pretty much since beginning to massage them, they were so perfect and sensitive and it turned Chris on…
Kevin jolted a little when he felt teasing, curious toes journey up his thighs and looked to Chris. Chris gave him an impish smile and let the side of his right foot brush over the length of Kevin’s cock. Kevin stiffened and then went lax, his orgasm blindsiding him – hard and fast.
Opening his eyes as he recuperated Kevin watched as Chris flexed his feet, rolling his ankles. Testing the feel of them covered in come. Kevin straightened a little and took Chris’ left ankle into his hands and began to clean Chris’ feet, first the left, then the right. When he was done he journeyed up Chris’ body, intent on returning the favour, only to find Chris’s hand and abdomen covered in come.
“You should have let me…”
“I watched you touch, I did the same.”
Kevin stretched out next to Chris, smiling when the younger male cuddled against him. “I love you Kev.”
“Love you too, baby boy.”
Chris sighed happily against Kevin’s chest, the ache in his feet long forgotten, he fell asleep.
Fandom: Glee RPS
Pairing/Characters: Kevin/Chris
Rating: Mature
Warning: Foot rubs, foot sucking/licking, masturbation
Summary: Chris has nice feet. Kevin Likes them.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Ryan Murphy et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my foot fetish prompt. Word Count: 1244
Chris sighed with relief when he collapsed on the hotel bed. It was late; their last concert – Radio City Music hall, New York, New York – was over. Everything ached, but ached in a gloriously good way.
Chris lifted his head with a muted groan when the door swung open. Amber bustled her way inside, a white, square tub under one arm and a bucket filled with ice in her free hand.
Heaven.
“Want some company?”
Chris just shook his head. “Thanks but no thanks, I just want to soak my feet and get some sleep.”
“Okay.” She kissed his forehead and dropped her things. She filled the tub with ice and muttered something about getting a drink with Jenna before waving and heading out of the room.
Chris sat up when the door swung shut and sighed. Alone at last. No Kevin to see the pain he was in. No matter how much he loved his boyfriend, Chris was pretty sure blistery, bloody feet were an alone time thing. Especially since Kevin liked his feet. Especially since Chris liked that Kevin liked his feet. His poor, aching feet.
Stupid sexy ten inch Gaga heels.
Chris whimpered as he eased off the first barely tied converse and sock and then the second. He unwrapped the bloodstained gauze and tossed it aside as he examined his feet; his feet were swollen, riddled with healing cuts and new, bleeding ones. Some of his toes were wrapped in bandages or tape and God it hurt so badly. Removing the tape and bandages, Chris sighed with relief when he slid his feet into the ice. The low thrum of pain slowly subsided and Chris fell back, limp, against the bed. Oh yeah…
His joy was short lived, however, as he door swung open and Kevin sauntered his way inside. A case of diet coke in hand and a bag of Chinese food balanced on the case.
“Kevin!” Chris yelped, sitting up quickly, moving to hide his feet.
“Hey. The guys wanted to go out to a strip club.” He made a face and dropped onto the edge of the bed. “I figured we could hang. I brought chow mien and your beloved aspartame juice.” Chris just smiled when Kevin dropped a kiss to his forehead. “So, what’s all this?” Chris watched as Kevin’s eyes took in the ice, bandages and balm. Then he noticed Chris’ feet in the ice. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Kevin stood and walked into the bathroom before walking back out, towel in hand. Chris tilted his head and watched as Kevin walked back and sat beside him. Kevin tapped his right knee and Chris scooted back, depositing his feet into Kevin’s lap. He hissed when Kevin patted them dry, squirming.
“Sore?”
“Overly sensitive.”
Kevin nodded, looking sympathetic. “How about a foot rub?”
“And you wonder why I love you so much.”
Kevin laughed and leaned down, picking up the balm and poured some into his hands, rubbing them together before lifting Chris’ right foot and beginning to massage.
“You are a God.”
“I haven’t even done anything!”
“Well, my foot feels better already.”
Kevin grinned wryly and pressed both of his thumbs against the ball of Chris’ foot. Chris’ head fell back and he let out a soft moan. He pressed in a bit harder and rubbed lower, holding onto Chris’ ankle when his foot jerked back in pain.
“They’re not so bad. A few bruises and scrapes.”
“They feel horrible.”
“I’m sure.”
Kevin moved his fingers up Chris’ ankle and calf and massaged, deep and hard. Chris’ leg jerked in his grasp and he let out a low, long moan that went straight to Kevin’s crotch. Kevin repeated the action, watching Chris’ face; he bit his lip and flushed. When Kevin did the move a third time his hips twitched and pushed up.
Bingo.
Placing down Chris’ right foot, Kevin picked up his left and began doting upon it. Chris’ breathing was shallow and wheezy, the way it got when he was turned on. His right foot was running up and down Kevin’s thigh, toes curling and pressing. When Kevin’s thumb glided over Chris’ instep, Chris’ foot moved up his thigh to his crotch and he pressed.
“Fuck!” Kevin’s hips jolted and rolled and he whined, just a little.
Chris laughed, but it morphed into a moan when Kevin licked up the arch of his foot. “Tease.”
“What can I say, I like your feet.”
“I like that you like my feet.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm. I like yours too.”
Kevin slid, grabbing Chris’ hips and sliding him up the bed. He pulled up Chris’ shirt and then wiggled his pants down. Chris was already fully hard and oozing pre-come. “You know…” Kevin drawled, beginning to stroke Chris lazily. “I think about your feet a lot. Sometimes I think about your feet on me, pushing and flexing… Sometimes you want me to kiss them, suck them, and play with your toes until you beg me to let you come.”
“Kevin… Kevin please…”
Kevin shifted back a little, taking one of Chris’ legs and leading it up his leg to his crotch, rocking lightly. Chris’ head fell back, sliding his foot over the bulge in Kevin’s jeans. His toes flexed a little, catching on the zipper and with a bit of wriggling he managed to pop open the button to Kevin’s jeans.
“Off.”
“Jesus…”
Pulling off his jeans Kevin let himself get pulled against Chris, who kissed him hungrily and thrust up against him, whining at the feel of their bodies.
“You’re so hard,” Chris breathed, a hand curving over Kevin’s back. He was feeling deliciously wicked and naughty, playful. “Indulge me?”
“Anything.”
Chris pushed his hips up, shuddering. “Would you…” Chris’ cheeks pinked, clearly not used to requesting this kind of thing. “I want to see you touch yourself and come on my feet.”
Kevin whimpered. “Are you serious? Jesus, please don’t tell me you’re joking.”
“I want it. I want to see you do it. I want to feel it.”
Kevin sat back, watching as Chris lay back against the pillows, his delicate, if a little damaged feet, curling into the bedsheets. Kevin studied them, his hand already working fast over his erection, he’d been hard pretty much since beginning to massage them, they were so perfect and sensitive and it turned Chris on…
Kevin jolted a little when he felt teasing, curious toes journey up his thighs and looked to Chris. Chris gave him an impish smile and let the side of his right foot brush over the length of Kevin’s cock. Kevin stiffened and then went lax, his orgasm blindsiding him – hard and fast.
Opening his eyes as he recuperated Kevin watched as Chris flexed his feet, rolling his ankles. Testing the feel of them covered in come. Kevin straightened a little and took Chris’ left ankle into his hands and began to clean Chris’ feet, first the left, then the right. When he was done he journeyed up Chris’ body, intent on returning the favour, only to find Chris’s hand and abdomen covered in come.
“You should have let me…”
“I watched you touch, I did the same.”
Kevin stretched out next to Chris, smiling when the younger male cuddled against him. “I love you Kev.”
“Love you too, baby boy.”
Chris sighed happily against Kevin’s chest, the ache in his feet long forgotten, he fell asleep.
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Date: 2010-07-26 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm usually not into the feet thing, but you have a way of turning anything into complete sexy.
<3
<3.
I wuv youuuuuu. And your writing <3.
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Date: 2010-07-26 10:59 pm (UTC)Seriously though, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm loving this kink bingo thing because it's challenging me like woah.