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This poem fills a square on my card for the [community profile] kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.

Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Oral fixation
Medium: Poetry
Summary/Preview: Quinn habitually focuses on mouths, lips, tongues, teeth. Sometimes this is directly erotic, other times just the way he relates to the world.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply.
Additional Information: NSFW. Canonical trans/genderqueer character (Quinn is genderqueer). Canonical asexual character (Ash). Canonical characters of color (Ash, Bailey, Kay, Morgan, Pat). Foodpr0n. Bondage. Oral sex. Kissing.

"A Taste of Attraction"

For Quinn, every important connection
is mouth-to-mouth.
He drinks the world like wine,
meets every new acquaintance
with a kiss and a wink.
What he knows about people
he reads in their lips.

Alex is a genius,
but an oblivious one.
She lounges in a lawn chair
in the sultry Texas afternoon,
sucking on a strawberry popsicle
so pink it looks almost red,
a long cool rod of ice
disappearing into her mouth.
She is utterly unaware of
the rosy drips landing in lavender spots
on the aquamarine silk of her shirt,
its spaghetti straps slipping off her shoulders.

Ash thinks three ways about everything,
code tumbling in ternary strings from her lips
and her fingertips, soft mutters
in Navaho and Wichita and English,
long sliding vowels like canyon winds.
Quinn knows that Ash tells the world
in verbs, not nouns.

Bailey is constantly putting things in his mouth,
holding the handle of his screwdriver
sideways between his teeth
or clenching nails with his lips
or licking the tips of pens to make them write.
He is a handyman and so he is good with his hands,
but oh, what he can do with his mouth.

Chris smokes, not all the time,
but often after a difficult mission,
pursing his lips around the cigarette,
sucking and blowing a long plume of blue.
Sometimes, when Quinn is feeling like a bad boy,
he leans over and steals a smoke
from the pack that Chris keeps in his pocket --
or plucks the lit cigarette from between thick fingers,
takes a long drag, and then hands it back.
To Quinn, it is like an indirect kiss
but he does not say this to Chris.

Kay likes to put things in Quinn's mouth,
the wide rubber bit and the round ball,
the bright-tasting steel of the ring gag,
fingers that smell of vanilla and rum and gun oil --
and when she is happy with him,
the fish-flavored river that runs between her hips.
Kay knows how to give and take.
Quinn has seen her spit and seen her swallow,
but never knows which he's going to get.

Morgan is a twice-told tale.
Female!Morgan had lush full lips
the color of orchids in bloom and
a rich voice as warm as a tropical sunset.
Male!Morgan has thin lips and a sharper voice,
strong and angular as his body;
he tastes of piña coladas and
something metallic, like meteorites.
There are things about Morgan
that are mysterious and unspoken.

Pat feeds them all,
cooks until the kitchen simmers
with mouth-watering scents
of baking bread and chocolate chip cookies
and coffee with just a splash of cream.
Once in a while, Pat lets Quinn
make crêpes in his kitchen, rolls them
around raspberries and crème fraîche
and devours them while Quinn watches.
There is something intimate about this
that Quinn does not mention to anyone else.

Tim the Tentacle Monster
does not have the same kind of mouth
that everyone else has, and indeed,
Quinn doesn't see it until the doppleganger appears
and the only way to distinguish the creature
from anyone on the team
is by relying on Tim's sense of taste.
While everyone else squeamishly holds out a hand,
Quinn steps up and kisses Tim, human lips and tongue
sliding over and into a warm alien orifice that tastes like starlight.
There is really no need to complete the kissing after that,
because the doppleganger avoids Tim while Quinn embraces him,
but they kiss anyway whenever it is Quinn's turn,
and it is always delicious and a little forbidden.

Quinn speaks to them in French,
the language of romance.
He calls them beau and belle,
talks of amour and amitié,
and never hesitates to say Je t'aime.
Every word pressed between his lips and theirs
is sweet as candy.

* * *


crêpe -- a thin pancake, often rolled around filling.

crème fraîche -- literally "fresh cream" but it's actually a fermented dairy product similar to a mild sour cream, made with a bacterial culture. It's frequently served with fruit.

beau -- beautiful or beauty (masculine)

belle -- beautiful or beauty (feminine)

amour -- love

amitié -- friendship

Je t'aime -- I love you


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