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The HURT ME Meme
For kinks of pain: physical and emotional.

WARNING: Prompts will contain sexual and violent content and triggers. Click with caution!

THE PHYSICAL:
1 - Slapping. Bare-handed: including spanking, face-slapping.
2 - Flogging. With a leather flog, as soft or hard as you want.
3 - Breathplay. Cut off their oxygen.
4 - Beating (soft). Leaving bruises and marks.
5 - Waxplay. Feels like a burn, but isn't.
6 - Biting. Use your teeth.
7 - Gunplay. It might be the hurt, or the threat of it.
8 - Bloodplay (soft). Just a few cuts…
9 - Sexual exhaustion. Forcing them just a little too far, until it hurts more than it feels good.
10 - Suspension. Bind them so they can't (or can only barely) touch the ground, and wait for it to do its trick.
11 - Dubious consent. Don't know if they want it or not.
12 - OTHER.

THE EMOTIONAL:
1 - Loss. You've taken away something they care about deeply, perhaps destroyed it - or killed someone close to them.
2 - Rejection. All they want is you. Best to crush their feelings into the dust.
3 - Humiliation. Take away their pride.
4 - Punishment. They've done wrong. Time to let them know exactly how.
5 - Revenge. They've hurt you personally, and you want to hurt them back.
6 - Deception. Use the truth, or a lie, to make them hurt.
7 - OTHER.

THE HEAVY:
1 - Beating (hard). Draw blood, leave scars.
2 - Whipping. As hard as you want.
3 - Choking. The hard side of breathplay.
4 - Burning/Branding. Leave your marks.
5 - Fisting. The whole hand.
6 - Oversize Penetration. Double, triple, or just larger than they can take.
7 - Mutilation.
8 - Amputation.
9 - Vore.
10 - Guro.
11 - Non-con. They don't want it, but you'll force the issue.
12 - OTHER.

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It wasn't much easier for him, but he doesn't want Billy to beat him to it.

"Just hold on."

He does like that almost broody though and he leans down to press a biting kiss to his lips, shifting his hips for another shallow thrust.

Billy's hands come up at that kiss to tangle through Daken's hair and hold him there, close. He rolls his hips as much as he can like this, trying to get more.

"For how long?" Yeah, he can't help the broody looks right now.

"Until I'm done with you." He smirks against his mouth, fingers sliding down over his cock, pumping him slowly again as he pulls out of him.

"I might just come across that pretty face of yours, and make you wait until I'm ready again."

Billy's mouth opens as if to protest again and it takes everything he has to not push up into his hand, to not ask for more. He wasn't that desperate yet. "What makes you think I won't just get myself off as soon as you're finished?"

That little challenge really makes him want to go through with the idea. He releases Billy's cock after a parting stroke, sliding his palm up his stomach instead, fingers splayed. "What makes you think I'll let you?"

Billy squared his jaw defiantly at that question. He wasn't above rising to a challenge after all. "How will you stop me exactly?"

He can't help but laugh as Billy bristles and he slides his hand up to stroke his jaw, brushing his thumb across his lower lip. "By telling you not to. I think you want to be good for me." He knows he probably couldn't overpower the younger man, at least not without taking away his ability to use magic or severely hurting him... and that would just kill their fun, wouldn't it?

Daken shifts to line their cocks up, offering a little more friction, still trying to decide what he wants to do.

Billy tips into that hand, lips parting slightly when Daken's thumb traces them. He snorts. "Or you could sweeten the deal by telling me what I get if I wait..."

And that much force or making sure he can't use his magic really would be a mood killer -- and Billy really doesn't want to put up that much of a fight, especially not when Daken starts to move against him like that. He gasps and reaches down to grasp at Daken's hips, pull him closer.

Daken sits back up on his knees, moving his hands to rub up and down Billy's thighs as he levels a thoughtful expression on him. He admires the lean body stretched out before him and he traces a path up his stomach and chest, then smooth his palm back down to dip against his hip, then grip their cocks together.

"Sometimes I feel inclined to give you whatever you want." He hums, eyes dark as his lids lower.

"Oh, really?" He rolls his hips slightly when Daken's hand comes around them, lips curling up into a smile.

"Does that mean I'm that good?" It's a joke though and after a moment, Billy reaches down to smooth his hand up Daken's hand around their cocks, giving a light squeeze.

"I like this." And the view was really nice too, honestly.

His lips curl into a smirk, circling his thumb over the heads of their dicks, pressing them more firmly together as Billy's fingers close around his.

"You have some potential--" Because he's not going to stroke the kid's ego too much, he already has to deal with Loki who's already practically overflowing with it.

He indulges them both, stroking steadily.

Billy's pretty sure no one's ego could ever compare to Loki's to be honest. Still, he smiles at those words, but it's short-lived when Daken's hand starts to move. He gasps and moans, hips tilting into Daken's hand.

After a moment though, he reaches for Daken to give him a pull down. "So do you want to hear what I want?"

Daken reaches to brace his hand beside Billy's head, leaning over him as he's pulled, slowing considerably.

"And what would that be?"

Billy's hand moves up to rest at the side of Daken's face when he's close enough. "The more I think about it, you coming on me sounds pretty hot, actually..."

He leans up to brush his lips over Daken's, nipping lightly at his lower lip. "And then maybe you getting me off with your hands... unless you'd like to sit back and watch for a bit, I guess."

"I could." He pushes Billy back down into the covers and climbs up the length of him, using his knees to pin his shoulders, straddling across his chest while he pumps his own cock with lazy strokes, though he's already been on the edge for so long, it doesn't take much more once he puts his mind to it.

"I imagine you could do a lot really." Billy grunts a little at the pressure of knees against his shoulders, but he doesn't protest much beyond that. His eyes darken with desire, lips parting slightly as he watches Daken stroke himself.

He grins but doesn't reply to that, just reaches down to curl his fingers into Billy's hair, tilting his head back and to the side. And Daken does exactly as promised, leaving a hot string of come across Billy's neck and cheek before guiding his still twitching, leaking cock to the younger man's lips.

Billy lets out a low noise when he's adjusted. The warmth of come across his skin has his cock twitching, arousal surging through him. His lips part without hesitation, tongue darting out to taste and lap at him.

Daken strokes through his hair, guiding his cock over Billy's tongue with a low groan, lingering until he's spent. "Shit..." But doesn't he look good with come on his face?

He leans down again, sliding down across the younger man's body so he can meet his mouth with a deep kiss, tongue pressing between his lips to taste himself.

Billy meets the kiss as his hands slide down Daken's sides to rest at his waist and draw him closer. He lets out a low moan and rolls his his up to try to find some friction.

He moves down to fit himself back between Billy's thighs, giving him a spanse of warm, muscular stomach to rub himself against as he cups one hand under his to guide the kid into grinding into him.

His mouth leaves his, tongue sweeping up across his cheek and lips lingering over the light cut he'd left behind.

Billy's legs hook around Daken when he shifts, grinding up into him. Firm muscle and an expanse of warm skin has him moaning out deeply, shamelessly seeking out all of that delicious friction. His hands smooth over Daken, up his sides and over his back just to feel. Another noise tangles in his throat when Daken's tongue moves over that cut -- the memory of it sending another shiver through him. It's not going to take him long like this -- he's already so on edge.

Daken presses back down against him, mouthing back down his neck to suck another bruise into his skin, teeth grazing along the long cord of his throat, nipping over his pulse and lapping into the hollow between his collarbones. "Come for me again, Wiccan." He purrs against his chest.

Wiccan sounded unfairly hot like that. His hands go up to rest against Daken's head as his mouth moves down over his skin -- and really, it's all he needs to arch up with a gasp of the other's name as he comes.

He grins against his skin, holding Billy through the first trembling wave of orgasm, then untangles himself to slide further down his body, mouth trailing hot across his stomach to clean up the mess Billy had just made.