round four (lite) (12 june - 18 june)

[necessarian]

TOP LEVEL COMMENTS ONLY

DAY	PROMPT	PUNISHMENT
Monday (June 12)	setting: very small room	n/a
Tuesday (June 13)	use the word “cataract”	n/a
Wednesday (June 14)	hyphen	n/a
Thursday (June 15)	finish something	n/a
Friday (June 16)	new/atypical simile/metaphor	n/a
Saturday (June 17)	write porn	n/a
Sunday (June 18)	write OF	n/a

* feel free to edit/add new comments if more is written on the day; comments are meant to encapsulate everything that is written, not just the part that fulfills the prompt
** clarification - "not allowed to dm" is a punishment for the day after, not a preexisting condition

Comments

MONDAY, JUNE 12

[ex_aroceu318]

Setting: Very small room

i started writing this but then i got rly tired 1/?

[ex_aroceu318]

Mark twitched as soon as he felt the pool of heat go straight to his belly. His skin itched, and he tightened his thighs together in his seat - this couldn't be happening here, of all places.

His laptop was on the table in front of him; outside, clouds breezed beneath the airplane wings. It was the afternoon, and the flight had taken off just an hour ago. They were on their way to England, and Mark was right at work in the middle of his code. He didn't have time for this.

Valiantly he hoped that it was just a false alarm - that happened sometimes. But his dick was getting harder and harder beneath his khakis, and he squirmed, commanding all faculties of his brain to focus on his code, not what his body was telling him down below. Down below, where he needed to get fucked, getting all wet between his cheeks, asshole throbbing and feeling suddenly empty, opening and skin yearning for touch - and not just anyone's touch, but -

Eduardo glanced at him curiously, before going back to the magazine he was reading. Mark pressed his legs together again, willing his heat to go away, even though it had been a month and maybe he and Eduardo haven't had sex for the past couple of weeks because Mark had been working hard for the code push. Now his fucking heat was coming to him while he was on the airplane. Mark saw someone the next row over look at him curiously; his smell must be in the air already, fuck.

Eduardo looked up again. "Mark, are you...?"

"Shut up," Mark muttered with his teeth gritted.

Eduardo raised his eyebrows at him, and if Mark didn't want anything more but Eduardo's cock in him, he would've berated Eduardo further. As it was, all he could do was just glower and sit uptight in his seat, trying and failing to pretend like he was focusing on his computer.

"You're in heat," Eduardo stated, as if Mark hadn't realized.

There was no point in arguing anymore. "Yeah," Mark bit out.

Eduardo glanced surreptitiously to somewhere behind them - toward the emergency exit or the bathrooms maybe - then back to Mark. "We need to take care of you," he said to Mark.

Mark could melt at Eduardo talking about taking care of him. He could also melt in his seat the moment Eduardo put his hands on Mark's wrist and unfastened his seat belt.

Eduardo bent over low near Mark's ear and muttered, "I always wanted to join the mile high club."

"Jesus," Mark said, before letting Eduardo drag him out of his seat, with a smirk on his face.