The Play's the Thing
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charisstomaThis is from a article prompt at http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/808507.html. onecrazycanuck posted a short story there in a comment that should really be read. Good use of the prompt.
*grins* In commenting back to onecrazycanuck a vicious plunny bit me and this resulted. There's a bronze version and it really did make me think of buttons and trilobites. Sensual buttons.
Title: The Play’s the Thing
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 713
“Will you stop playing with your coat buttons,” Daniel hissed so as not to call attention to them in the audience of the mild, for demons, pornographic play they were attending. “It’s distracting.”
“But they draw my fingers to follow the ridges and down to dip into the center,” Williel murmured back smirking. “I really can’t help it.” His hand wandered to a lower button on his suit near the coat’s bottom where his thumb traced around the button’s rim.
Daniel moaned softly and whisper hissed so only Williel could hear, “I can’t think why I let you make a cast of my anus. You said it would be our secret when you had the image made into buttons.” He stifled a moan and fidgeted in his seat. “You never said anything about infusing them with sympathetic magic; it’s as if your fingers are stroking me there.”
Smiling as the play broke for intermission, Williel went amiably along as Daniel pulled Williel out of his seat and awkwardly rushed them towards the box office to have their seating changed to one of the private boxes.
There were knowing smiles from some of the other audience members but Daniel thought demons had sex on their mind most times anyway and they sure weren’t shy about expressing it. Almost they got to the stairs leading up to the box seating when they were waylaid by one of Williel’s friends.
“Enjoying the play,” a smirk was thrown towards an antsy Daniel, “I can see that your consort seems to be quite anxious though. Humans have such tender sensibilities, especially when so recently won and wed.”
It was when Williel’s friend started playing with one of the cuff buttons on Williel’s coat that Daniel lost it, slapping the demon’s hand away. “Stop that. Those buttons are new too.”
The grin that spread over the demon’s face was suspicious, almost like Williel’s friend knew what the problem was and was enjoying the teasing.
“Yes, Daniel is quite attached to my new coat buttons. Protective even,” Williel laughed moving his coat slightly out of touching range. “They are very well done.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying them,” the other demon clapped Williel on the shoulder. “I believe you are on your way to a more secluded area to watch the play. I won’t keep you any longer as I must get back to my companion. I’m very glad that they are successful.” He leered motioning to Williel’s coat. “Am thinking of making another set,” he paused smirking, “this time of my guest.”
“What?” Daniel watched the other demon walk away.
“Gilliel is courting,” Williel explained moving them up the stairs hurriedly. “Come love, we don’t want to miss the opening of the next act.”
“He made the buttons, didn’t he?” Daniel accused. “And you let him play with one of my buttons,” he accused.
Williel smiled, “he was just assessing the success of the product. Don’t worry, I’ve got the mold. Your butt-on is safe with me.” Williel sat on the substantial sofa, spreading his coat wide and opening his pants to reveal that Daniel wasn’t the only one who was affected by the fondling of buttons. “Would you care to get comfortable?”
Daniel might be newly consorted to a demon but he’d learned well to be prepared, demons being what they are. It took very little time before Williel was cock deep inside the entrance the button had been fashioned off of; a kiss being pressed to the side of his neck.
“Now love, try to keep quiet through the next part of the play,” Williel’s lips whispered brushing against Daniel’s ear. “I don’t need to say that any wiggling you might feel like doing will not be taken amiss. Oh and by the way, would you care for a chocolate? No?" he asked solicitously. "They’re special.” He took out a gold foil wrapped chocolate, “I intend to savor one or two during the play, sucking until we get home and I can have the real thing.”
Daniel wriggled and shifted through the rest of the play, barely stifling needy moans. The damned chocolates had been cast from the same mold as the buttons and were similarly magic infused.
Williel, needless to say, greatly enjoyed the whole play.
*grins* In commenting back to onecrazycanuck a vicious plunny bit me and this resulted. There's a bronze version and it really did make me think of buttons and trilobites. Sensual buttons.
Title: The Play’s the Thing
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 713
“Will you stop playing with your coat buttons,” Daniel hissed so as not to call attention to them in the audience of the mild, for demons, pornographic play they were attending. “It’s distracting.”
“But they draw my fingers to follow the ridges and down to dip into the center,” Williel murmured back smirking. “I really can’t help it.” His hand wandered to a lower button on his suit near the coat’s bottom where his thumb traced around the button’s rim.
Daniel moaned softly and whisper hissed so only Williel could hear, “I can’t think why I let you make a cast of my anus. You said it would be our secret when you had the image made into buttons.” He stifled a moan and fidgeted in his seat. “You never said anything about infusing them with sympathetic magic; it’s as if your fingers are stroking me there.”
Smiling as the play broke for intermission, Williel went amiably along as Daniel pulled Williel out of his seat and awkwardly rushed them towards the box office to have their seating changed to one of the private boxes.
There were knowing smiles from some of the other audience members but Daniel thought demons had sex on their mind most times anyway and they sure weren’t shy about expressing it. Almost they got to the stairs leading up to the box seating when they were waylaid by one of Williel’s friends.
“Enjoying the play,” a smirk was thrown towards an antsy Daniel, “I can see that your consort seems to be quite anxious though. Humans have such tender sensibilities, especially when so recently won and wed.”
It was when Williel’s friend started playing with one of the cuff buttons on Williel’s coat that Daniel lost it, slapping the demon’s hand away. “Stop that. Those buttons are new too.”
The grin that spread over the demon’s face was suspicious, almost like Williel’s friend knew what the problem was and was enjoying the teasing.
“Yes, Daniel is quite attached to my new coat buttons. Protective even,” Williel laughed moving his coat slightly out of touching range. “They are very well done.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying them,” the other demon clapped Williel on the shoulder. “I believe you are on your way to a more secluded area to watch the play. I won’t keep you any longer as I must get back to my companion. I’m very glad that they are successful.” He leered motioning to Williel’s coat. “Am thinking of making another set,” he paused smirking, “this time of my guest.”
“What?” Daniel watched the other demon walk away.
“Gilliel is courting,” Williel explained moving them up the stairs hurriedly. “Come love, we don’t want to miss the opening of the next act.”
“He made the buttons, didn’t he?” Daniel accused. “And you let him play with one of my buttons,” he accused.
Williel smiled, “he was just assessing the success of the product. Don’t worry, I’ve got the mold. Your butt-on is safe with me.” Williel sat on the substantial sofa, spreading his coat wide and opening his pants to reveal that Daniel wasn’t the only one who was affected by the fondling of buttons. “Would you care to get comfortable?”
Daniel might be newly consorted to a demon but he’d learned well to be prepared, demons being what they are. It took very little time before Williel was cock deep inside the entrance the button had been fashioned off of; a kiss being pressed to the side of his neck.
“Now love, try to keep quiet through the next part of the play,” Williel’s lips whispered brushing against Daniel’s ear. “I don’t need to say that any wiggling you might feel like doing will not be taken amiss. Oh and by the way, would you care for a chocolate? No?" he asked solicitously. "They’re special.” He took out a gold foil wrapped chocolate, “I intend to savor one or two during the play, sucking until we get home and I can have the real thing.”
Daniel wriggled and shifted through the rest of the play, barely stifling needy moans. The damned chocolates had been cast from the same mold as the buttons and were similarly magic infused.
Williel, needless to say, greatly enjoyed the whole play.
