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PROMPT POST 1
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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
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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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KK: Daniel/Terry Silver, Fingerbanging
(Anonymous) 2021-05-02 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: KK: Daniel/Terry Silver, Fingerbanging
(Anonymous) 2021-05-02 05:42 am (UTC)(link)FILL: KK: Daniel/Terry Silver, Fingerbanging
(Anonymous) 2021-05-02 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)The noise Daniel made at the stretch was embarrassing. “Ow,” he said, “God, I can feel that, I—ah—”
“Hm,” said Silver, and let go of his leg. Daniel let his head drop back onto the mat, gasping. “Your hips and hamstrings are underworked.”
“Sorry,” said Daniel, and turned his head away. He’d never felt the need to apologize, before, for his body; but the hot intensity of Silver’s gaze made him want to say something. He didn’t know what to say.
“I’m your sensei,” said Silver mildly. “It’s my job to teach you anything you might need to know.” He squatted down in front of Daniel—it was amazing, really, how swiftly he moved for his size, from Mr. Miyagi’s garden to the dojo Daniel hadn’t been able to stop looking at it—and said, “Daniel, be honest with me. Can you do that?”
“Yeah,” said Daniel. “Of course.”
“Are you a virgin?” said Silver.
Daniel felt his face heat so quickly that for a second his ears rang. “Uh,” he said, and almost protested, but Silver’s face, impassive, allowed no argument. “No,” he said at last. “Me and my—in senior year, I, uh.”
“A high school girlfriend?” said Silver. His tone wasn’t disapproving, exactly, but Daniel still felt his face get hotter. “She let you inside her?” Daniel bobbed his head, not trusting himself to speak. “And she was a virgin too, I suppose,” said Silver.
“No,” said Daniel, “no, uh, her last boyfriend, he—”
“—got there first,” said Silver. “Seems unfair on you, Danny. And was it good?”
“Yes?” said Daniel. It seemed an absurd question. He remembered the way it had been, mouth on Ali’s mouth, hips hiccuping up into hers, chasing that soft heat inside her like if he pressed any closer into her body they could become one sweet warm panting thing, and he’d loved it, loved her, the way he could feel her cries in her ribs before she whispered them against his neck.
Silver considered him for a second. Then he said, “Daniel, spread your legs.”
“What?” said Daniel faintly.
“I’m your sensei,” Silver repeated—he was closer than he had been before, when had that happened?—“and it’s my job to teach you anything you might need to know. You don’t know much about sex, Danny. Some high school fumbling in the back of a car—” Daniel, who had been about to protest, shut his mouth; how did he know it had been in a car?—“with a teenage girl... Did she ever let you do it again?”
Daniel shook his head mutely. It had been the end of the year, and then, prom, and then... And he’d never, since, with anyone. He’d wanted—but he never had. He hadn’t thought anyone knew.
Silver sighed, sympathetic, and put his hand on Daniel’s thigh. It was so broad that his thumb and fingers nearly touched the floor. “I’m trying to help you, Danny,” he said. “Spread your legs.”
Daniel didn’t understand—or thought he didn’t understand; the heat in his face seemed to have spread into his whole body, into the place where Silver was touching him. He didn’t know what to do. He spread his legs, and Silver smiled, small and satisfied.
“Good,” he said, and slid his hand up, and ran it lightly over where Daniel’s cock was stiff as a board in his underwear. “Good,” he said again. “Your body knows what to do, Daniel; it’s just waiting for a little guidance. Can you get naked for me?”
“Uh,” said Daniel.
“I’ll help,” said Silver, and his long strong fingers went to the knot of the Cobra Kai gi. Daniel swallowed. He didn’t know where to look; there was only Silver’s face, Silver’s shoulders, the heat of Silver’s body, against and over him. He lifted his hands to the gi, and Silver caught them in his own, and guided them to the fastenings, and Daniel undid them and pulled his shoulders out of the sleeves and raised his hips and Silver pulled the pants down from his legs, and then his underwear, and then he pressed the heel of his hand against Daniel’s cock, and Daniel gasped and bucked up, into him. Silver laughed.
“But you don’t know much about how a man does it,” he said, “do you.”
“Um,” said Daniel. His voice had gone somewhere. He had felt like a man, in the backseat with Ali, if that’s what a man was; but now he thought he might not have any idea what a real man felt like at all.
“Come on,” said Silver, and helped him stand up—he was still wearing his gi, and Daniel followed him across the dojo, and waited at the mirrors, trying not to look at his reflection and then trying to look away, while Silver went into the back and came out with a little plastic bottle. “Lie down, Daniel,” so Daniel did, legs spread, and Silver smiled and knelt over him.
“You learn fast,” he said. “I like that about you. I’m glad I’m your sensei, Daniel.” Daniel nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and Silver said, “Have you ever put a finger inside yourself?”
“A—” said Daniel. “No!” He swallowed. “People—”
“Yes,” said Silver, mouth flickering up at the edge. “People do that, and enjoy it. You’re going to enjoy this a lot.”
“I’m,” said Daniel blankly, and Silver uncapped the bottle, drooled something shining onto his first two fingers, and ran them around the edge of Daniel’s hole.
Daniel jerked, involuntarily. He’d never—never, ever. “Mr. Silver,” he said.
“How does it feel?” said Silver, with interest.
Daniel had neither the voice nor the words—sensitive, so sensitive, like if a breath of wind touched it he would go up like straw. He tried to say something, but Silver’s finger was on him again, and it came out as pure sound, cracked upward.
“Yes,” said Silver. “I like that, myself... Relax for me.”
He didn’t move this time, just waited. For Daniel, it must be—Daniel closed his eyes, tried to relax, shoulders and legs, hips—“Oh,” he said, surprised. Even in his mind, he had no words to describe this: the sudden, unexpected fullness, some warm thing where nothing had been. He exhaled, shifted his hips uncertainly, not sure how to make it feel right.
“More?” said Silver, sounding amused. “Already? You’re taking this well. You must be a natural,” and then—oh—more, more, Daniel gasped and shifted, the stretch inside him was so strange, such a strange burn, he didn’t know if he wanted more or for it to end, he didn’t know if he wanted anything, Silver was beginning to move his fingers and Daniel put his arm over his eyes and Silver said “No, I don’t think so,” and pulled it away, very firmly, and so Daniel was staring into his face when Silver touched something inside him and he shrieked.
“Oh,” said Silver, and smiled broadly, and touched it again. Daniel moaned. It was nothing, nothing like Silver’s hand on his cock, nothing like being inside someone, but it was—his mind had gone white, he was empty except for those fingers, except for that hot rough place where Silver was rubbing him, he didn’t know what noises he was making, he didn’t know what he was doing, he felt his stomach muscles tense, he didn’t understand what his body was doing, what his body clearly knew, but God, it knew, and he threw back his head, and Silver took his fingers away and Daniel whined like an animal.
He came back to himself a second later. If there had been any blood left in his body to blush—But Silver was smiling, still. “That was your prostate, Daniel,” he said. “I stopped because you were about to come.”
“But you didn’t even,” said Daniel, and, belatedly, reached for himself, but Silver casually took his wrist and pressed it to the mat.
“Some people can come without being touched,” he said, “if they’re touched inside, just right. I’d like to watch you come on my fingers, Daniel, but before then, I’d like to teach you how to be fucked.”
He smiled at the look Daniel’s face. “Did you think this was something clinical?” he said. “I’m only human, Daniel.”
“I guess I,” said Daniel, and didn’t know what he’d guessed, but Silver let go of his wrist and pressed those two fingers inside him, just a little this time—holding his place, Daniel thought, and had to jerk his eyes away from Silver’s face.
“I won’t say it’s entirely altruistic,” said Silver. “You’re a very beautiful young man, Daniel. Thousands of men want to fuck you.” Daniel had to stare at him again—thousands?—but Silver went on, “But I’m not being entirely selfish, either. You have no idea how good it can be, Daniel, having a man inside you. The things your body can be made to want. I’d like you to learn that. Would you like to learn?”
His fingers were still crooked inside Daniel, just casually. What would he do if Daniel said no? Daniel couldn’t imagine it—couldn’t imagine any of it, what would happen if this stopped, if he tried to stop himself. He bobbed his head.
“Good,” said Silver. “I’m very proud of you.” He slid his fingers deeper into Daniel, and there was the noise of the bottle uncapping again, and then for a brief and awful second Daniel was totally empty, and then—
It was nothing at all like Silver’s fingers. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. It—hurt? Did it hurt? It burned—no, it stretched—no, it felt, just felt, Daniel could just feel, the world reduced to sensation, and then to—oh, God, that place inside him again, but now it was—now it was Silver’s cock bumping up against there, his cock rubbing him there. “Oh,” he said, “oh,” and Silver knew, and smiled at him, and drove in again.
“Does it feel good, Danny?” he said. Daniel couldn’t speak, but Silver knew that too; he said, “Do you want it harder?” and did it again, harder, and then kept doing it—it—fucking, fucking Daniel, Daniel was being fucked, oh, Daniel was being fucked, and he liked it. He loved it. He loved it—he whined again, uncaring how it sounded, just wanting, and Silver’s face broke open with delight. “You little slut,” he said. “You’re going to want this forever,” and went faster, and Daniel rolled his eyes back in his head and gave himself up to feeling.
It was, after all, entirely different than the last time. Daniel understood, afterwards, how little basis for comparison he had had; he understood because Silver told him, wiping away the mess on his stomach carefully with one of the rough ragged towels from the bathroom. “Your body,” said Silver, “is almost entirely unknown territory,” and walked his fingers down again towards Daniel’s cock, which valiantly began to stir again. “And it can do almost anything,” said Silver, fondly. “You’ll find out.”
“Will you show me?” said Daniel, and swallowed, embarrassed. But Silver grinned.
“I’m going to show you everything,” he said.
Re: FILL: KK: Daniel/Terry Silver, Fingerbanging
(Anonymous) 2021-05-02 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)UGH... not imagining all the positions that Daniel is willing to try... and I know for one that Silver is going to love showing Daniel how to give head.
This was So good!!! Thanks for writing!
Re: FILL: KK: Daniel/Terry Silver, Fingerbanging
(Anonymous) 2021-05-02 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: KK: Daniel/Terry Silver, Fingerbanging
(Anonymous) 2021-05-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)goddamn!!! Daniel submitting like this to Silver is so hot. great fill!
OP
(Anonymous) 2021-05-03 03:18 am (UTC)(link)Thanks so much for filling this random prompt that came to my head!! lol