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kink meme 1.0
By popular demand...
Our First Ever
Knights of Legend Kink Meme
What is a kink meme? Pretty self explanatory, actually. You request a pairing and a prompt/kink anonymously, and someone else (or several someone elses for that matter) will be able to fill that request- also anonymously (unless they choose to do it logged in). Fun way to get fic, fun way to find fic to write, and good if you're embarrassed to post! Fun for the whole fami- oh. Er, maybe not. You know what I mean! (Note that while this is called a kink meme, the rules are pretty fast and loose. Nonexplicit fic is also allowed, but there is generally a focus on kinky stuff or some form of character relationship of a sexual or romantic nature.)
Rules
♦ Post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♦ Be respectful.
♦ Both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♦ One pairing/prompt per comment please.
♦ You are encouraged to try and write one prompt for every request you make.
♦ We are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. Also pegging.
♦ No pairing bashing. No need to wank over ships.
♦ Long and short fics (drabbles) welcome. Multiple responses encouraged!
Have fun!
Our First Ever
Knights of Legend Kink Meme
What is a kink meme? Pretty self explanatory, actually. You request a pairing and a prompt/kink anonymously, and someone else (or several someone elses for that matter) will be able to fill that request- also anonymously (unless they choose to do it logged in). Fun way to get fic, fun way to find fic to write, and good if you're embarrassed to post! Fun for the whole fami- oh. Er, maybe not. You know what I mean! (Note that while this is called a kink meme, the rules are pretty fast and loose. Nonexplicit fic is also allowed, but there is generally a focus on kinky stuff or some form of character relationship of a sexual or romantic nature.)
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Rules
♦ Post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♦ Be respectful.
♦ Both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♦ One pairing/prompt per comment please.
♦ You are encouraged to try and write one prompt for every request you make.
♦ We are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. Also pegging.
♦ No pairing bashing. No need to wank over ships.
♦ Long and short fics (drabbles) welcome. Multiple responses encouraged!
Have fun!
finnick/rafael - piano man
Finnick stops in the practice room, startled by the sight of Rafael at the piano. Music has always been a passion of his, but Rafael’s music is like nothing he’s ever experienced before. It’s not the over-synthesized trip-hop that NOVA usually peddles and tries to set him up with: this is something more, something beautiful.
The disturbance jerks Rafael from his reverie and his long fingers still at the keys. Turning to look over his shoulder, his dark eyes skate over Finnick silently a moment, just breathing him in. In some ways, he still felt so out of place in NOVA, wondering if anyone would respect his art as art rather than entertainment.
He had never guessed that his co-star might be the one to offer that. Finnick’s talent was wasted on the kitschy pop songs they had him singing. It as a tragedy, one that Rafael could only hope to remedy now that he saw it glowing in those sea green eyes.
Understanding.
“It was written for my sister, before she passed.”
Because fans of the NOVA tour just get to invent Rafael’s backstory since no one knows any of it.“I would play it for her while she was sick. She told me it soothed her.”In that moment, Finnick feels like he’s intruding on an impossibly private moment—rather than back off, he takes a step forward, drawn in by the mystery and burning to know what other secrets the half-elf holds.
“I didn’t realize Burt signed people who played like you do.”
A weary smile crosses Rafael’s lips, though some genuine amusement plays behind it. He ducks his head, “We are very few, I think.” He moves over on the piano bench. “Come. I play better with someone to listen.”
His fingers begin to dance across the keys again, and Finnick settles down beside him. Rafael begins to hum along at first, eventually picking up with the music in Italian. He looks expectantly at Finnick, who simply shakes his head.
“It is an English song, no?” At his prompting, Finnick recognizes the melody, instantly feeling stupid as he realizes that Rafael is playing My Heart Will Go On. As Rafael continues, watching him, Finnick begins to sing along without even meaning to. Before long, they get swept up into a booming duet, lost in one another’s eyes.
As the final bars trail off, Finnick raises his hand to towards Rafael’s back, but hesitates just before touching him. He can feel the heat of his body from under his suit jacket, the near-touch burning so hot that Finnick fears what might happen if he actually followed through.
Rafael senses it, turning to look at his co-star, something simmering beneath those dark eyes. In that moment, it becomes clear: they both know where this is going. Neither can say who truly initiated the kiss, but it doesn’t seem to matter as Finnick lays Rafael back against the piano bench, kissing down his throat and prying open his button-up with gentle hands.
Mind clouded by desire, Rafael’s approval is lost in soft gasps and light moans while Finnick begins to kiss down his chest. He kneels at the side of the bench, pausing in his path to unbuckle Rafael’s belt. The half-elf glances down at him, and Finnick catches his gaze.
“Can I?”
The oxygen between them evaporates, burned away by their scorching gaze.
“I have been hoping you would.”
The rest of their clothes are shed haphazardly, carpeting the floor around the piano bench.
Once he has Rafael naked, writhing before him, Finnick leans over him and glides his fingertips over the elf’s shoulder. As his hand moves back towards his hair, ready to grab a handful, he stops to trace the outer shell of one of Rafael’s pointed ears. The sensation leaves Rafael shuddering, an acute pleasure rocketing through his pale body.
Unable to stop himself, Finnick grabs onto Rafael’s hair, dragging him into a heated kiss. His other hand grabs one side of Rafael’s ass, rutting their hips together so that their cocks bob against each other, creating a maddening sort of friction. It’s only then that it occurs to Finnick to ask for lube. The nod Rafael offers to his discarded suit jacket earns a questioning look.
“You keep it with you?”
The attention to detail has Rafael flushing slightly as he admits, shyly, “As I said, I had been hoping.”
Finnick is gentle with him—gentler, and more practiced than any lover that Rafael has taken in the past. Eterna Jade was always too aggressive, too demanding, but Finnick feels perfect. He takes care in coating his fingers with the slippery fluid, smearing excess on the puckered pink hole that he can’t wait to feel clenching around him.
Then, slowly, he eases one finger in. Rafael takes it easily, moaning readily by the time the digit is buried to the base inside of him. His hips thrust up blindly into nothing. Without need of further prompting, Finnick inserts another, scissoring his fingers and curling them to search out Rafael’s prostate while he works him wider in preparation of what he has in store for his Shadowkind lover.
Rafael’s knees rest atop Finnick’s shoulders, and his heels begin to dig into his back, encouraging him on, begging silently for more as he whispers indiscernible praises in Italian, lost between lilting moans. Finally, as the press of Finnick’s fingers sends electricity throughout his body that makes him tremble, Rafael gathers up his faculties to make one pointed demand.
“I need you, compagno.”
Truth be told, Finnick almost lost it right then. He pulls his fingers free, and Rafael bemoans the loss while Finnick hurries to slather lubricant across his aching erection. With the head of his cock pressing at Rafael’s entrance, Finnick looks up to his lover for affirmation. A gentle nod grants him permission, and he waits no further to plunge inside of him, steadily stretching Rafael open under him.
Finnick groans, turning his head to kiss Rafael’s leg where it rests over his shoulder, bending his hips backward in a way that opens him up to Finnick. The heat alone has his eyes rolling up, and he struggles to hold on even as tension builds quite suddenly in his gut. There is no slow coiling build, only his overwhelming fulfillment in sharing this moment with his love.
They begin to move together as well as they do anything else, creating a soothing rhythm that rocks the bench beneath them. There is no uncertainty in how to match one another, only glorious harmony between their bodies, and they continuously rise together on each thrust until neither can tell where they end and the other begins.
“I can’t—“ Finnick utters out, sounding ashamed. Rafael reaches forward to soothe him, running his fingers over Finnick’s where they rest against his thigh.
“It is good, compagno.” The cue allows Finnick to stop holding himself back, and he pours everything he’s got into Rafael’s ass in a series of steady spurts until he slumps forward, spent. As he draws himself out, however, he makes it clear he hasn’t forgotten his lover by taking the erection that had been pressed between them into his mouth.
It catches Rafael off guard, because his legs drop to the floor beside the bench very suddenly, and his hips arch off of it. He opens his lips, but no sound escapes his throat, powerless against Finnick’s off-stage talent. Rafael’s hands clench the edges of the bench, trying to ground himself, fighting back a crescendo that he can feel building straight through all his willpower.
He says something urgently in Italian, and a moment later Finnick is able to translate as salty fluid spills into his mouth. Finnick drinks it down, sucking him until he goes soft, then smoothing his hands over the pale, perfect hips of his partner.
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