National Teachers Day: Education

[chibifukurou]

Hi everyone! I’m chibifukurou and I’m still here enabling your comment_fic addiction this week.

Today’s theme is Education. Today all the prompts have to involve education of some sort. Whether it be school girl uniforms or somebody learning some interesting new sexual positions, anything goes as long as education is involved

But wait before you run off to threaten your characters with rulers let’s have a quick review of The Rules:

■ Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.

■ No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

■ Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.

■ For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity remember to format your prompts correctly.

Formatting examples:

Firefly, Mal/Simon, learning how to shoot

RPS, Jared/Jensen, house training the dogs

Psych/Mentalist, Patrick/Shawn, Patrick teaches Shawn some new “psychic” tricks

None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of
Lonely Prompts!

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Comments

I'm not stalking you, it's just that you're the only one who posts Connor prompts.

[phoenixofborg.livejournal.com]

There were a lot of things your older brother could teach you, but this… was probably not supposed to be one of them, Connor reflected briefly, before Roy nibbled at Connor’s throat and he lost the ability to think again. He bucked his hips against Roy’s, jeans growing more uncomfortable by the second. Roy seemed unhurried as he dragged his mouth slowly along Connor’s jaw line, keeping his hands firmly pressed on Connor’s shoulders. Keeping them pinned to Connor’s bed.
A soft, breathy moan escaped Connor’s lips, one which abruptly became sharper as Roy ground their hips together. Panting, he dug his fingers into Roy’s back. The redhead only smirked and slowly, too slowly, moved his lips back to Connor’s for a kiss that was gentle and soft, and again, too slow. He lifted his head, mashing their mouths together, and was rewarded when his brother ghosted his tongue across Connor’s full lips. He parted them happily, but still Roy only probed tentatively with his tongue. Connor wanted, needed more, but he didn’t quite know what or how and so all he could do was squirm uselessly under Roy.
Suddenly, Roy rolled, flipping the younger man on top of him, and for a minute Connor froze, not quite sure what to do. Then Roy slid his hips up against Connors, and pulled him down into a blessedly deeper kiss. Hips moved in a steady rocking motion as Roy’s hands roved over his brother’s chest, eventually snagging the hem of his shirt and pushing him off long enough to remove it, and to do the same to Roy’s own. Connor sighed at the electric feel of skin on skin, and nuzzled tentatively at the joining of neck and shoulder, the way Roy had done to him, and was rewarded with a soft pleased sound. Emboldened, he kissed Roy on the mouth, sucking and nibbling at his lower lip. Roy’s embrace tightened encouragingly, and so Connor slipped his tongue into Roy’s mouth. The exploration felt awkward, clumsy, but it nonetheless triggered a guttural back-of-the-throat noise from Roy.
Connor trailed down Roy’s chest, tasting sweat and skin, as the inspection was punctuated by scars – knife scars, bullet scars, and others. He was morbidly fascinated by the variety, and he traced a long, thin surgical scar that ran the length of his sternum with his tongue, provoking a small pleased noise from Roy. Finally, Roy slid his hands between them to undo Connor’s jeans, and Connor fumbled a little, unable to get out of them fast enough. Roy laughed softly as he removed his own pants, and suddenly it hits Connor again that he has no idea what he’s doing.
Fortunately, Roy dragged him back down and repositioned himself on top, pulling him back into a slow rhythm of rocking and grinding. He found his way back to Connor’s neck and bit softly, making him jerk and groan. Rolling his hips in encouragement reproduced the sound, a little higher and more desperate, and so Roy squeezed a hand between their hips to cup Connor through his boxer-briefs, and he thrust forward into Roy’s palm, gasping his name. Kissing his brother, he slid his hand under Connor’s waistband, gripping him loosely but apparently it was enough because Connor broke the kiss in order to pant raggedly and buck his hips against Roy.
The breathless moans shifted into outright whimpers, interspersed with words like ‘more’, ‘please’, and ’Roy’, and Connor clung desperately to Roy, fingers desperately digging into his back as Roy sucked at that spot on his neck, Roy’s hand moving faster and rougher and soon, too soon, Connor’s whole body went tense and he arched against Roy.
Roy settled beside him, and Connor simply lay there for a few moments, nerves buzzing, before he realized that it had been fast. He buried his head in his brother’s shoulder to hide his blush.
“Sorry,” he muttered, but Roy only smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
“Don’t worry about it,” he advised, pulling his brother close. Connor knew he probably should have reciprocated, or something, but quite frankly he was still fumbling blindly as far as sex was concerned. So instead, he settled for cuddling against Roy and basking in the afterglow.

Re: I'm not stalking you, it's just that you're the only one who posts Connor prompts.

[saphire-dance.livejournal.com]

You could fill all of my Connor prompts forever and ever and I would only fall at your feet and thank you. This is wonderful, awkward and sweet and just, guh.

And don't think I haven't seen your Connor prompts either, I'm just a bit of a slow writer at times.

Re: I'm not stalking you, it's just that you're the only one who posts Connor prompts.

[phoenixofborg.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That was my first go at writing something resembling porn, so I'm glad I didn't muck it up.

I'm not normally this productive a writer, either... I'm just trying to write something every day.

And gah, I'm sorry I screwed up the formatting with the returns.

You're not stalking her, but I totally am. XD Not that anyone here minds~ XD

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Awww, Connor. *pets him* I loved the whole thing with the too slow, and at the end it was too fast because Connor came too fast. XD Lovely job.

Re: You're not stalking her, but I totally am. XD Not that anyone here minds~ XD

[phoenixofborg.livejournal.com]

Thank you!