When Stephen came home the day after White House Correspondents' Association dinner, he received a number of phone calls. A majority of those were from friends and the feedback basically ranged from “you fantastic motherfucker, you” to “fucking brass balls, man”. He didn’t care about praise all that much - it was after all such a volatile thing - but it was wonderful to hear they seemed to think he did all right.
There was, however, one call which although he expected to get, surprised him with its content or rather lack of thereof. As soon as Stephen picked up the phone, he was greeted by a muffled voice of one Jon Stewart, who ordered him to come to his office next day, 10 am. sharp, and promptly hung up, leaving Stephen befuddled and curious.
As it turned out in the morning, more surprises were in order. Having his body slammed against the door as soon as he entered Jon’s office, his wrists pinned of either side of his face, was definitely one of them. Then Jon leaned forward and actually growled into Stephen’s good ear, which
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The Sound Of His Voice | George/Jon | orgasm control | NC-17
anonymous
February 6 2009, 07:44:14 UTC
George’s voice is low, like melted chocolate dripping slowly over fresh strawberries, warm and rich and going straight to Jon’s cock.
“Don’t touch yourself,” he says, voice soft and delicious but firm, subtly conveying the order in a way that makes Jon shiver. He’s aching, but he nods, not even considering the notion that he might disobey. George smiles in response, and this simply turns him on further
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Without a word, without so much as a glance, Jon's pants are yanked to his ankles and he's thrown across Brian's lap. The force of the gesture is stunning and at odds with the man's calm demeanor. With a skilled hand, he gently traces the line of Jon's ass, scoping out his target
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ties that bind, anderson/rachel & implied anderson/keith, bondage [1/2]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 10:08:11 UTC
He binds her to the bed with Keith's ties, wrapping the silk around her wrists, weaving the fabric through the slats of the headboard. The pink one, the one Anderson loops around her left wrist, is the tie she stole from Keith's office. When she tucked it into her pocket, it was still warm from his body, but now it slides coolly and smoothly around her arm. Her right wrist, that one Anderson binds with the tie he took from Keith's bedroom: navy and silver, a border of metallic threads separating the stripes. The threads burn and sting as they rub against the thin skin of her wrists, making her nerves tingle hotly
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ties that bind, anderson/rachel & implied anderson/keith, bondage [2/2]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 10:09:24 UTC
His thumb pressing in the hollow between two ribs, Anderson takes his mouth away from Rachel's breast with one last slow, lazy swipe of his tongue. She moans, exhausted, her arms relaxing against her restraints as she tries to breathe, tries to think about something other than the aching want that has slid from her breasts to the spot between her thighs
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Almost Normal
anonymous
February 9 2009, 20:15:10 UTC
At a pinch, John could just about manage to walk out of his bedroom dolled up without quickly turning back to running back inside to pretend nothing had ever happened. When Rob asked him to accompany him to a cross-dressing party, it was like he was asking a sloth to peel itself off its tree, run the New York marathon and then take down a panther. Within two minutes
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Frantic frottage and/or coming in pants.
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There was, however, one call which although he expected to get, surprised him with its content or rather lack of thereof. As soon as Stephen picked up the phone, he was greeted by a muffled voice of one Jon Stewart, who ordered him to come to his office next day, 10 am. sharp, and promptly hung up, leaving Stephen befuddled and curious.
As it turned out in the morning, more surprises were in order. Having his body slammed against the door as soon as he entered Jon’s office, his wrists pinned of either side of his face, was definitely one of them. Then Jon leaned forward and actually growled into Stephen’s good ear, which ( ... )
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And for laughs (this reCaptcha thing trips me out) mine said 'Foreign citizens'. O.O
Anyway, awesome job!
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Orgasm denial and control. Maybe bondage, too, if you like.
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“Don’t touch yourself,” he says, voice soft and delicious but firm, subtly conveying the order in a way that makes Jon shiver. He’s aching, but he nods, not even considering the notion that he might disobey. George smiles in response, and this simply turns him on further ( ... )
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thanks for this.
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Bondage
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*hugs this fic*
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public cross-dressing
coming out of the closet (not necessary)
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That was wonderful. I LOVE John in drag.
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