Drabblerotic: The Letter Z - Zoom : The Errand

Title: The Errand
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: The Letter Z - Zoom

Scurrying between the aisles, Alex picked up what was needed, making for the cashiers and narrowly cutting off another shopper.

His,“sorry, I’m sorry,” probably got lost under the other’s choice words thrown in his direction.
Luckily they lived close and keeping up with traffic meant 10 to 15 miles over the speed limit.

“I’m back,” he called, “let me shower first and I’ll be right there.”

“Make it fast,” was growled from the figure in restraints on the bed, “The vibrator’s running.”

“Not my fault. It was your turn to buy supplies and we were out of lube and condoms.”

Prompt-Fic : Family Meeting

Title: Family Meeting
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: 028 hell's lake

Looking down from the rim, he saw the volcanic surface cracked with glowing rivers and fountains of liquid fire.

“So this is Hell’s Lake. Impressive but I thought we were going to visit your family, not sight,” he paused as he blinked over his shoulder at his lover, “see?” The liquid fire was reflected in Beal’s eyes; surely that was it.

Up from one of the fountains and along one of the glowing rivers a gondola was poled, the gondolier misshapen in the hellish light.

“Ah, I see Dad has sent our ride, you should feel honored, he’s being romantic.”

Title: Meeting Dad
Word count: 100
Prompt: 027 Coincidence be Damned

“Beal?” Tony said uncertainly.

“Go with it. It doesn’t commit you to anything,” Beal answered him back, a hand low on Tony’s waist.

“Master Beelzebub, so good to see you and your young man.” The tone was respectful but Tony uncomfortably sensed something hiding underneath. “Your father is quite pleased you’re finally bringing someone home.”

Beel’s smile gleamed in the lava’s glow, helping Tony into the gondola. It broadened wider as Tony curled into his side, the boat dropping through a fountain.

On the opposite shore Beel’s father leered in greeting. “Welcome Anthony. Beal tells me you’re a fucking saint.”

Title: Firmly up the Deal
Word count: 200
Prompt: 025 – White Lace

Fingers pressed hard into Tony’s side in warning, Beal cautioning Tony to choose his words carefully. ‘How the hell did he answer being called a saint and the fucking …” He blushed, turning his face into Beal’s shoulder and poking a hard finger where Beal’s dad wouldn’t see.

“Dad, you’re embarrassing him.”

“It’ll get worse. Wait ‘til he sees what your mother has in store.”

Tony spluttered as his attendants stuffed him into the long white dress and marched him down the aisle.

“You said it didn’t commit me to anything,” Tony accused over Beal making both parties’ responses.

Beal shrugged, “I lied.”

“You may now fuck the bride,” was intoned.

“Wait! Wait! I’m not a fucking saint! I’m not a saint at all!”

“Darling after living with Beal’s father all these years, I assure you you’ll feel like a saint with his cock up your ass. The men of our family could make angels sing.”

Beal kissed him whispering, “Relax, first times hurt less that way. You may not be a saint yet but you,” he moved Tony’s hem up out of the way and pressed into Tony’s lubed ass, “you certainly are fucked,” putting words into energetic action.

Continues with The Growing Seasons