citrus-taste

[aftanith]

Found here.

The Kinkier Table

1.	Comfort Sex	2.	Table	3.	Flavored Lube	4.	Bathtub Playtime	5.	Body Oil/Paints
6.	The 'Net	7.	Movie Scene Reinactment	8.	Shower Sex	9.	Hideaway	10.	To the Hilt
11.	Blindfold	12.	Vanilla	13.	Doggie-Style	14.	Food Fetish	15.	Dominatrix
16.	Toys	17.	Virginal	18.	Waterproof	19.	Knife Play	20.	Vibrator
21.	Choker	22.	Honey Dust	23.	Medical Play	24.	Spanking	25.	Fingering
26.	Harems	27.	Orgasm Denial	28.	Anonymous	29.	Rim Job	30.	Harness
31.	Costumes	32.	Anal Sex	33.	Double-Penetration	34.	Animalistic	35.	Blow Job or Going Down
36.	Threesome	37.	Grinding	38.	Pornography	39.	Position 69	40.	Biting
41.	BDSM	42.	Vampirism	43.	Tantric Sex	44.	Masturbation	45.	Voyeurism
46.	Lap Dance	47.	In Public	48.	Imprisonment or Captivity	49.	Leather	50.	Wildcard Desk Sex

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Notes/Ideas

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• 24. spanking | Frost/Sparrow, fantasy (companion to & concurrent with canon scene) (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/30759.html?thread=182567#t182567)
• 29. rim job | Frost/Sparrow canon scene
• 33. double penetration | Frost/Sparrow/Simon canon scene
• 44. masturbation | A = Frost, B = Sparrow | Imagine B finding an erotic novel in A’s bookshelf. While A is busy, B lays on the couch and starts reading it; they end up masturbating, thinking A won’t notice. A does, though, and starts touching themselves, too.
• 50. wildcard | Izzy/anyone, sounding. Maybe something she does with Octavian, or possibly done as part of Frost's "try everything once" routine?

Spanking, Take Two

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Title:
Pairing(s): solo!Frost (fantasy!Frost/fantasy!Sparrow)
Challenge(s): 24. spanking [citrus-taste]
Summary: After they fuck in Frost's office, Frost realizes he's getting a bit obsessed with the thought of discipline.
Warning(s): obsession, noncon (past), Stockholm syndrome (implied)

Spanking [1/?]

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Finally, he was alone. He had been waiting for this for hours, and he had made absolutely sure that German wasn't going to let anyone interrupt him for at least the next hour. Frost had something he needed to do--something he could only do when Sparrow wasn't around to catch him--and fuck if he was going to let anyone else get in the way of him having what he wanted.

Sitting in his chair at the very desk where he'd fucked her yesterday--no, where she had fucked him--had ordered him onto the desk beneath her and ridden him to her heart's content--Frost didn't waste a moment in opening his pants and sliding a hand beneath his boxers, coaxing himself to hardness with a few well-practiced strokes and the beginning notes of the fantasy that had been brewing in his mind since the day before.

He'd been so shocked to see her approach him like that, and more shocked still when he'd realized what she wanted of him. She'd ordered him onto the desk, unapologetically demanding and leaving no room for refusal (as if he would ever have refused), and she'd only gotten harsher when he'd hesitated.

"Did I stutter?" he recalled her asking, and the memory of it--and everything that had followed--had his heart pounding already. He could still perfectly picture the sight of the glare she'd given him when she'd been waiting for him to move, and he wondered vaguely if she had been afraid he wasn't going to comply. She would've been humiliated, he knew, and he had little doubt that she would've never dared do any such thing again; and so, of course, it wouldn't have mattered what he'd been doing at the time. He'd have put a new War on hold if it had tried to come between the two of them right them.

And afterward, just a minute or two after that when he'd dared to try and touch her had come the distinctly wonderful warning of "behave yourself", and it was those two words that Frost still couldn't seem to get out of his mind. The only way yesterday could have been better, he had long since decided, was if they had been followed up with the threat of punishment--and if he had managed to convince her to follow through.

He knew exactly what he would've wanted her to do. He should've known it the moment she reacted so strongly to the sight of Simon doing it to him instead; he'd let Simon chain him up and spank him the other night, and no matter what misgivings he might have had about it before he'd done it, he didn't have a single regret now. It had paid off spectacularly, of course, both in the sense of getting Sparrow to indulge in pleasures she had been scared of or at least resistant to until that night--and, more than that, it had given Frost himself a new idea, one he was growing more and more obsessed with by the moment.

How he was going to get it out of her, he had no idea--yet. Until he convinced her, he could simply do what he was doing now, conjuring up the fantasy and indulging in it when he so choose. And, if he wasn't simply being too optimistic, he didn't think it would take as long as he feared to convince her in the first place; after all, she'd reacted so well to the suggestion he'd given her last night, hadn't she? She'd been halfway to coming undone in his lap at just a bit of stimulation and the mere thought of using himself and Simon the way he'd let them use him the other night, and if nothing else, it served to prove that there was something there. She had those urges, no matter how much she wanted to hide them from him and perhaps even from herself.

He could convince her to do this. Sooner or later, he would.