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cobrakaikink) wrote2020-11-21 04:59 pm
cobrakaikink) wrote2020-11-21 04:59 pm
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PROMPT POST 1
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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
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CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.
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Fill: CK: Johnny/Daniel, anal play part 1/2
He sounded completely normal, completely composed when he turned to Johnny and said, “This song was playing the first time I came from prostate stimulation.”
The fact that was nearly the last thing that anyone said to Johnny before he died choking on a goddamn Coors Light (fucking light beer, they didn’t stock Banquets) was maybe the worst thing that LaRusso had ever done to him and that was counting the time that he stole his son.
“You okay there, champ?” Daniel said a moment later, having the nerve, the unmitigated gall to smirk at him.
“Deep Purple, huh?” Johnny said finally.
“Amanda made a playlist,” Daniel said, looking nostalgic now. “It was a fun night.”
“Jesus, LaRusso,” Johnny said.
“Hey, man, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it,” Daniel replied. Then he smirked again. “But what am I saying? You’d do anything for love, but I’m pretty sure you won’t do that.”
Johnny felt more indignant than he perhaps should have been given how much of a fair cop LaRusso’s call had been.
“How did you even… what made you think of trying that?” Johnny asked.
Daniel smiled again and ducked his head, a little shy now, before huffing a quick laugh. “A few years ago the spell that my balls had cast over my doctor shook loose and he took an all consuming interest in my asshole. You’d know this if you went for an annual physical, by the way.”
Johnny frowned at him and he went on. “So, anyway, first time he has me bend over the exam table and gets a finger up there I’m hard as granite—hard as diamonds—like he was flicking on a switch. It was embarrassing, obviously, but he didn’t say anything and I just… filed it away. Then I told Amanda about it to make her laugh and she said, well, if that’s something you like then we should give it a go.”
“So she actually would do anything for love,” Johnny said. “So, what, did she do the whole… stap-on dildo and harness thing? Leather corset, flail, that sort of thing?”
“Yes, Johnny, the very first time I engaged in anal play my wife started out by fucking me with a nine-inch dildo and then she made me lick water from a bowl by the bed. As you know, if you are open to anything other than missionary sex with the lights off then you automatically do the most extreme version of whatever it is that you’re interested in and there are always shades of dominance and submission.”
“Okay, whatever, man,” Johnny rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure fisting would be more extreme, just for the record.”
“She used a finger the first time,” Daniel said, idly tearing up a paper coaster while his warm thigh pressed further into Johnny’s space. “One finger and I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.”
“Jesus,” Johnny said again and took a gulp of his, now warming, beer.
“She fucks me with a nine-inch dildo now,” Daniel said, waiting for the moment that the beer had hit the back of his throat.
“Would you please stop that?” Johnny said when he stopped choking again. “One time I really will asphyxiate to death on shitty beer and then you’ll be sorry.”
“Worth it,” Daniel said with a wide grin.
“Stick it up your ass,” Johnny muttered.
LaRusso giggled, sounding a little closer on the way to drunk now, and bumped their shoulders together.
“What’s it like?” Johnny said after a while.
Daniel turned to him with a mouth full of the olive that he’d just slid off a cocktail stick and tipped his head thoughtfully.
“It’s hard to describe,” he said. “I mean, like, the easiest thing for you to do if you’re curious is just have a go. You’ve got ten fingers of your very own.”
“I couldn’t do that,” Johnny muttered.
“Yeah, I figured,” Daniel said again, sounding a little smug, which lit a hot flare of resentment low in Johnny’s gut.
“Could you show me?” he asked, waiting for the moment when LaRusso was midway through swallowing the olive.
*
Johnny was sent home with instructions to sober up and text him in the morning if he was still interested.
“Wouldn’t it be better to try it when I’m all, you know, relaxed and shit?” Johnny said.
“I’d prefer trying it when you’re all legally capable of consenting and shit,” Daniel said, pushing him unresisting into an Uber. “Besides anal isn’t really an impromptu kind of thing. Gotta get the house ready before the visitors come.”
“Ugh,” Johnny replied, flopping down backwards across the back seats of the car, while LaRusso lifted his legs and swung them one by one inside the vehicle. “You’re such a priss.”
“That’s me,” Daniel replied cheerfully. “Just a prissy little missy who prefers having sex without fecal matter getting involved.”
“It’s not sex,” Johnny propped himself up on his elbows in the car. “You said you’d just stick a finger up there or try me on some anal beads.”
“Goodnight, Johnny,” Daniel stood back upright and rolled his eyes at him again. He closed the door and banged the car on the roof a couple of times before turning back to the curb and walking over to where Amanda had pulled up in the Audi.
*
The next morning he opened his crusty eyes to find his phone lying next to him on his pillow buzzing.
LaRusso had texted him a link that opened up to Led Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love on YouTube. He frowned down at the screen.
“What?”
His phone vibrated with another incoming text.
Still want me to be your backdoor man?
Details of the night before started filtering back into his brain guiltily. Oh. Oh yeah.
Amanda said we can use the guest room, but I can go to yours if you prefer.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
No pressure though if drunk Johnny was writing cheques sober Johnny’s body can’t cash.
That fucker. Johnny started typing back with a careful index finger.
You can come over here. Let me know when to get the house ready for visitors.
Game on, asshole.
Re: Fill: CK: Johnny/Daniel, anal play part 1/2
(Anonymous) 2021-02-15 08:50 am (UTC)(link)And I love flustered!Johnny who still manages to be the little shit Johnny we love: “Could you show me?” he asked, waiting for the moment when LaRusso was midway through swallowing the olive. Hah!
I can't wait for more!!! Johnny is in for it - in a good way!
Re: Fill: CK: Johnny/Daniel, anal play part 1/2