Smut4Biggles 1st inaugural prompting smutfest

[sholio]

Welcome to the Smut4Biggles prompting fest! This is the post for leaving smutty/porny prompts and fills of all types. You can also post your fills to AO3, your own journal, or anywhere else; just leave a comment to the person whose prompt you are filling so they know where to look.

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* This is a very informal fest, so there is no standard prompt format. We suggest you include at minimum a pairing, prompt, and anything you don't want (or link to DNWs elsewhere if long). A suggested format might be:

Warnings: (leave this out if none)
Pairing:
Prompt:
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Update 2: See list of completed fills here.

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Algy/Ginger: Sex Pollen - Recreational Use

[black_bentley]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger

Prompt: Inspired by the smut4smut tag "Sex Pollen - Recreational Use". Biggles & Co encounter some form of sex pollen while on a case, Algy and/or Ginger decides to stick some in his pocket for the next time they have the flat to themselves, incredible sex ensues. I'd like this all to be completely and enthusiastically mutual and consensual, probably something they do within an established relationship rather than as a first time (but if you think you can write a first time version, please do!)

DNW: A/O/B, watersports, scat etc., noncon, Ginger under 18

FILL: Algy/Ginger: Sex Pollen - Recreational Use

[rietta89]

Naturally, I read this prompt and immediately conceptualised the first time version /o\


“Algy?” Ginger said tentatively.

Algy jumped, the point of his fountain pen scoring a vivid black line across the letter he’d been writing. Biggles and Bertie had gone out to the Aero Club, and he’d thought Ginger had gone with them.

“Bother! Now I’ll have to start the thing again, and I hate writing letters.”

“Sorry,” Ginger said, crossing from the doorway to perch on the arm of the sofa, as if he wasn’t quite sure of his welcome. “Who’s it to? Perhaps they won’t mind.”

“Oh, only old Wilks,” Algy said, turning in his chair to observe Ginger’s nervous pose, “but never mind that. You look like a cat on a hot tin roof. What’s biting you?”

“Well, I’ve been wondering…” Ginger said, tracing patterns on his thigh with the tip of one finger. “That last case we had, in Borneo. With the pollen.” He looked Algy dead in the eye then, hand stilling. “Whilst Bertie and I were carrying the skipper out of there, you put something in your pocket.” The pert chin tilted up almost defiantly. “What was it?”

“Why do you want to know?” Algy asked.

Ginger raised one eyebrow, just slightly, and Algy relented, pulling a matchbox from the inside pocket of his jacket.

“I won’t open it, just in case,” he observed, setting it down on the corner of the desk, “but I think you know what it is.”

Ginger’s eyes grew the merest fraction wider, a strange light kindling in the green depths, and Algy swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

“Why do you ask?” he questioned again, voice a touch hoarse.

Ginger shrugged, eyes never leaving the small, innocuous-looking box. “Just curious, I s’pose. Aren’t you?”

“Of course I am,” Algy returned. “The skipper seemed to be having a fine old time, not to mention friend Erich. Can you blame me for wondering?”

“How were you planning to use it?”

It was Algy’s turn to shrug. “Find somebody willing and curious and toss it into the air, I guess.”

“Well,” Ginger said quietly, gaze zeroing in on Algy’s with an intensity that sent shivers down Algy’s spine, “I’m willing and curious. For what it’s worth.”

Algy blinked. “Are you… are you honestly suggesting that we—?”

Ginger nodded, throat working as he swallowed, but he neither blinked nor backed down. “That is, if—if you want to.”

Oh lord, Algy wanted to. Inappropriate thoughts of Ginger had infiltrated his fantasies for years, but he had pushed them determinedly aside, never dreaming that he might get a chance to experience the real thing.

Was this a terrible idea?

Almost certainly.

Throwing caution and good sense to the wind, Algy picked up the matchbox and stood, placing his forefinger on the end.

“Sure?” he asked hoarsely, and Ginger nodded.

Eyes locked with Ginger’s, Algy pushed his finger forwards, opening the matchbox a crack.

“Last chance to cling to sanity…”

“Oh, for—!” Ginger muttered. Stretching out his hand, he plucked the box from between Algy’s fingers, opening it fully and sending the fine golden power within spinning into the air.

“Careful; don’t use it all!” Algy exclaimed, but it was too late. Already he could feel his blood warming, rushing through his veins like living fire. It pounded in his ears, a thrumming that drowned out everything but this new glow of insistent need, and his cock hardened almost painfully. It became difficult to breathe; he knew he was panting as his wide-eyed gaze met Ginger’s startled face, and his heart almost stopped as he took it in. Ginger’s eyes were almost fully dilated, a faint green ring encircling dark pools of molten lust, and he too was struggling for breath.

Algy reached out helplessly, fingers grazing Ginger’s hip, and it was as if a stiff catch had been suddenly released. Lithe arms coiled around his neck, dragging Algy closer, and then Ginger’s mouth was on his, consuming him with desperate, needy, open-mouthed kisses that threatened to drive Algy demented. He took a stumbling step sideways, and another, collapsing onto the sofa and pulling Ginger down on top of him.

Ginger straddled his hips, rocking against him, rubbing his swollen crotch against the answering bulge in Algy’s trousers. It was heaven, it was hell, it was not enough and at the same time too much, and with a strangled curse addressed directly to Ginger’s sinuously twining tongue, Algy came in his pants.

He was not alone; Ginger’s hips stuttered to a sudden stop, and the warm weight of his body collapsed forward onto Algy’s chest, teeth nipping at Algy’s neck and doing nothing to douse the fire in his blood. He slid a hand into the short red hair, yanking Ginger’s head back and gazing wild-eyed into the lust-filled depths.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Take off your own,” Ginger retorted, fingers already fumbling with Algy’s buttons.

“Not really necessary when you’re doing that, is it?”

Algy reached for Ginger’s tie instead, yanking the knot loose and dragging the half-unfastened loop over Ginger’s head. His fingers didn’t seem to be working properly; the buttons of Ginger’s jacket were overlarge and ungainly, and Algy wasn’t quite sure how he got them through the holes. The smaller, more delicate buttons of the green shirt now revealed were a torment too much to be borne: grasping the gap between two of the infuriating objects, he ripped the shirt open, oblivious to the rending of fabric or the shower of green buttons cascading over him.

“That was my favourite shirt!” Ginger protested, giving Algy’s the same treatment.

“I told you to take it off.”

“You didn’t give me a chance!”

“I’m giving you a chance now.” Algy let his hands drop to Ginger’s thighs, squeezing the firm muscles beneath his palms as he greedily watched his lover shrug out of the ruined shirt, making short work of his vest at the same time.

“Better?” Ginger demanded, tossing the latter garment carelessly over his shoulder, and Algy shook his head.

“Still too many clothes.”

“Same to you.” Two warm and pointed hands shoved Algy’s shirt from his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides.

“Bit harder for me, with you in my lap.”

“I’ll make it harder for you!” Ginger taunted, rocking his hips again as he dragged the shirtsleeves one at a time clear of Algy’s wrists.

Algy’s cock caught painfully in his drying spend, and he winced, grasping Ginger by the hips and tipping him sideways to lie on the sofa next to Algy. The wide-blown green eyes blinked up at him as Algy pressed home his advantage, rolling off the seat to thunk painfully to his knees and crawling between Ginger’s spread legs.

He made short work of Ginger’s trousers, whipping them off with a speed that left his lover gasping, and yanked Ginger’s underwear to mid-thigh. Ginger’s cock sprang free, and Algy lost no time in leaning forwards, swallowing it to the root.

Ginger gasped, hips snapping reflexively up, and the salty tangy of precum burst over Algy’s tongue. He gripped Ginger’s waist, regaining control of the depth and pace, and used every trick he knew to drive a man wild.

He was driving himself wild too, cock pressing insistently against the straining placket of his trousers, and he moved one hand to palm himself, moaning around Ginger’s length at the welcome friction. It wasn’t easy to undo his buttons one-handed, but somehow Algy managed, palming himself and matching his pace to the rhythm he was giving Ginger.

Ginger’s hands settled in his hair, gripping and tugging with increasing intensity as Algy sucked him deep. Algy hummed, fluttering his tongue against the underside of Ginger’s cock, and that was enough: his mouth filled with the taste of Ginger, salty and earthy and unquestionably erotic, and without conscious thought Algy covered his own hand in a second coming.

He drew his head back sharply, gulping air down his tender throat, and felt Ginger’s cock stir against his cheek.

It wasn’t enough. The fire burned through Algy’s veins as strongly as ever, need consuming him, and he stretched up to claim Ginger’s mouth in another hungry kiss.

“More.”

Algy didn’t know if he spoke or Ginger did, but he nodded, kissing his lover again and again.

“How do you—”

Ginger wriggled beneath him in answer, rolling over so that he knelt on the cushions, forearms leaning against the back of the sofa.

“Fuck me.”

The words were quiet but distinct, spoken in hoarse tones filled with the same desperation Algy felt, and he needed no second invitation. Rapidly shedding the rest of his clothes, he pinched that tempting rear and followed it up with a light smack.

“Hold that thought; I need to fetch—”

“In my pocket,” Ginger said.

Algy eyed him in surprise, and he craned his neck round, shrugging one shoulder awkwardly.

“Thought it might be useful if I was right about what you had in yours.”

“About that…” Algy said, rifling through Ginger’s trousers until his fingers closed on a small glass jar. “How did you know I had it on me? I don’t make a habit of carrying it about.”

“I should hope not!” Ginger returned, sounding faintly strangled. He wriggled his arse pointedly, and Algy took the hint, unscrewing the lid of the jar and slicking up his fingers.

“Well?” he asked, circling the tip of one digit around Ginger’s entrance.

Ginger gasped with pleasure, pushing up towards Algy’s hand. “You passed up a visit to the club to write letters. You hate writing letters. And you’re too impatient to let something like this sit for long.”

He wriggled again, tempting Algy closer, and Algy gasped out a laugh, spanking Ginger’s arse again. “You’re one to talk about impatience.”

He took pity, however, sliding the finger inside and quickly adding another when Ginger moaned and begged for more. Whether it was pity on Ginger or pity on himself he wasn’t sure; his cock ached to be deep inside, the one thought possessing his brain and driving his hand to move faster.

Ginger rocked back against him, fucking himself on Algy’s fingers. “Is that the best you can do, big boy?”

Algy swore, yanking his hand free and slicking himself up. “I’ll show you what I can do.”

“Good,” Ginger said, inflection rising a fair octave as Algy shoved inside. “I was ho-oping you would.”

Algy did, hammering into Ginger with a desperation born of nature’s baser flora. After the first couple of thrusts he found the right angle, nailing Ginger’s prostate with a steady rhythm as he gripped the slender hips hard enough to bruise. Ginger was gloriously vocal, a litany of praise and pleasure and encouragement falling freely from kiss-swollen lips and spurring Algy on to greater efforts.

His climax hit him with the force of a train, setting every nerve in his body aflame in one final inferno before his blood finally, finally began to cool. As if at a great distance, through the thrumming in his ears he could vaguely make out Ginger’s cry of orgasm, the lithe body beneath his going completely still for a long moment before Ginger collapsed against the back of the sofa. With the greatest of effort, Algy eased himself free and collapsed beside his lover.

“Now what?” he asked eventually, when shivers wracked his bare skin and the world around him crept back into focus.

Ginger turned his head, treating Algy to a tired grin.

“Now,” he said, “we find some fresh clothes and try to make this room look halfway respectable before Biggles and Bertie get home. And then we can talk about when we’re doing this again.”

Re: FILL: Algy/Ginger: Sex Pollen - Recreational Use

[black_bentley]

!!!!!

First of all, I must commend you on combining both of my prompts into one gloriously, gloriously filthy fic ;) I love this completely, it's incredibly hot and just exactly what I wanted for this prompt. The sheer desperation in it is scorchingly delightful, and as always I adore Ginger seizing his chance to do something about what has obviously been some serious long-term mutual pining <333 Algy is absolutely the type to slip some sex pollen in his pocket for later entertainment, and of course Ginger came similarly prepared :DDD thank you so much for this!

Re: FILL: Algy/Ginger: Sex Pollen - Recreational Use

[scioscribe]

YESSS. This is extremely hot and thoroughly delightful, and I love Ginger just going for it and proposing that they try it out together (and thereby consummate something that never much needed consummation). Wonderful.

Re: FILL: Algy/Ginger: Sex Pollen - Recreational Use

[sheron]

“Take your clothes off.”
“Take off your own,” Ginger retorted, fingers already fumbling with Algy’s buttons.

Their banter before the main event is adorable :D
And the rest of the scene is very hot! Niiice!