hippyjolteon | It's the Comedy Kink Meme!

Unless you can find anything similar, the idea for a Comedy Kink Meme is entirely mine. The Kink Meme format was originally lifted from the Digimon Kink Meme, which begat 2Bamaser's Pokémon Kink Meme and of course,

blackjackrocket's Pokémon Kink Meme. (Which y'all should fill out, stat).

So, without further ado, my spin on this whole thing...

The Comedy Kink Meme!

The Basics:

1) Comment anonymously (this is very, very important) with a pairing and a kink. Comedy is a very general term, but I'll pretty much accept and go with anything. Stand-up comedians are good, sketch shows are fab, sitcoms rock and above all, panel shows are what really matter here.* All pairings - be they in-universe, crossover or on more crack than, well, let's not go there... are allowed. All kinks are welcome.

*1a) But not too broad. I won't accept characters from comedy films, but comic actors (as long as they've branched out with stand up and the like) are fine.

2) Respond anonymously with a drabble/'fic/piece of fan art. Or just comment for fun. Or do both.

3) This will inevitably end up NSFW.

How to make everyone's life easier:

1) If you request something, try your best to respond to a request as well! Preferably respond to the older ones first, but just make sure we keep this up for as long as possible! After all, everyone needs a distraction from work/school/whatever it is that you young people do these days.

2) No drama . Keep the "comedy" in the Comedy Kink Meme alive and well.

3) Advertise. Pimp us out. Tell your friends. Keep this thing going in however many ways you can.

So, have fun and enjoy in as many ways as you could possibly imagine! Or something.

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A single nod, and David draws down his boxers.

One hand at the base of Rob’s prick, David slowly, slowly, curls his tongue around the head. His eyes slide shut, and he inhales unselfconsciously as he relaxes and sinks Rob into his mouth. Deeper. Deeper, into his throat.

Jesus.

Hot and wet and unutterably wonderful, there is a moment where Rob thinks he can feel Robert behind him, watching. Maybe he imagines the butterfly flicker of eyelashes against the rim of his ear. Rob curls the fingers of his captured hands and they brush against Robert’s own arousal, damp cloth of his pants sticking to the skin; he grunts in surprise but doesn’t stop Brydon from doing it again.

David gives head almost silently, eyes closed like everything else is incidental. Half a thought floats in Rob’s head of a gay club he was in once; there was a wall in a back room with holes that you put yourself through for someone else to suck. It was dark and cramped and stank and more of a fucking thrill than he had had in bloody years. Afterwards he’d wondered what kind of person went and did that, that gave and gave for the sake of giving. That it could be a pleasure itself hadn’t occurred.

David’s tongue knows the tricks, knows how to curl and where to flicker against, how to draw you towards the edge and dance away; Rob tries to follow, tries to buck into David’s mouth but Robert seizes his hip and holds him down. His muscles strain against it and the handcuffs.

It’s hard to wank off someone behind you, but Rob gives it a damn good shot; too slippery to keep hold and worried about scratching Robert, his rhythm is terrible but he manages something with his finger ends and tips of his thumbs. Robert helps him out, palming his cock and half-covering Rob’s hands with his own.

It’s dizzying and Rob finds himself light headed and about to, about to--

Someone else makes a noise: David’s teeth scrape his shaft in the same moment that Robert bites down on his shoulder. He comes and comes and comes.

Rob slumps, his limbs suddenly feeling twice as heavy. With his hair plastered to his scalp and chest heaving, Robert looks equally dishevelled, and he flashes an exhausted grin in lieu of words.

Then his eyes shift to David and shine. Rob suddenly feels forgotten.

It’s with a small smile that Robert leans over him and toward David, who - apart from one sticky kiss curl on his forehead and the bulge in his trousers - still looks pretty respectable.

There’s a moment where it seems like they’re about to kiss, but Robert curls his fingers against the nape of David’s hair instead and his smile catches in the corners of his eyes. David smiles back, and Rob almost feels guilty about clearing his throat and asking them to take the bloody handcuffs off.

~*~

This might have killed me.

Oh noes!

*loosens shirt in an attempt to revive you*
*tries not to perv*

GORGEOUS. Thank you so much.

Also, this probably actually happened for real... Gayness practically radiated out of the television screen during that episode.

I just ended up here, and can I say: this was amaaaaaaaazing. Thank you!!

I, too, just ended up here, and gahhhhh. Unbelievably hot and complicated and awesome.

It's the Comedy Kink Meme!

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