Fic: Primeval: Magic Words (1/1)
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bigtitchTitle: Magic Words
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bigtitch
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Spoilers
A/N: Formysteriousaliwz because every fangirl should get some smut on her birthday.
Stephen was restrained, standing up against the gym exercise bars but with soft scarfs not cable ties and and socks.
Ryan nibbled slowly over Stephen's flushed and sweating chest, each movement of his lips sending little jolts of pleasure through Stephen's body. Ryan's right hand kept up a slow twisting stroking of Stephen's erection. His calloused palm was gentle over Stephen's sensitive flesh.
Gentle. Soft. These were the catchwords tonight. Ryan had been doing this for over twenty minutes and Stephen was no nearer coming than when they'd started this game. Oh, Stephen was getting hotter, his skin more sensitive, his need to come more acute with every passing second, but his watchful lover made sure he didn't actually come.
'Pleeeeeeeese,' he whined for the umpteenth time, pushing his jutting cock into Ryan's fist.
But Ryan only chuckled deep in this throat and slackened his grip, denying Stephen the release he sought.
Stephen writhed and seated. This was torture. This was banned under the Geneva Convention. The man was driving him insane.
Ryan's tongue flicked against his nipple and Stephen tried to pull his knees up in frustration as every nerve in his body screamed at him to come. But his ankles were tied and all he could do was thrash to no purpose.
'For God's sake! Let me come!'
'Say please.'
This was no time to stand on his dignity. 'Please,' Stephen begged. 'Let me come. Please let me come.'
'Slut,' Ryan said affectionately. He kissed Stephen hard, his tongue plundering deep into Stephen's mouth before he gripped Stephen's cock firmly and brought him off with a few, well practised strokes.
Stephen screamed and thrashed in his bonds as the pleasure swept through him and he came in long spurts. Then he sagged against the restraints, spent and gasping.
'I hate it when you do that.'
'No you don't,' Ryan told him smugly. 'Besides where are your manners? You said "please", but how about "thank you"?'
Stephen eyed the bulge in Ryan's trousers and made an abortive move to grab hold of it. 'Untie me and I'll think of something,' he said huskily.
The End
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Spoilers
A/N: For
mysteriousaliwz because every fangirl should get some smut on her birthday.Stephen was restrained, standing up against the gym exercise bars but with soft scarfs not cable ties and and socks.
Ryan nibbled slowly over Stephen's flushed and sweating chest, each movement of his lips sending little jolts of pleasure through Stephen's body. Ryan's right hand kept up a slow twisting stroking of Stephen's erection. His calloused palm was gentle over Stephen's sensitive flesh.
Gentle. Soft. These were the catchwords tonight. Ryan had been doing this for over twenty minutes and Stephen was no nearer coming than when they'd started this game. Oh, Stephen was getting hotter, his skin more sensitive, his need to come more acute with every passing second, but his watchful lover made sure he didn't actually come.
'Pleeeeeeeese,' he whined for the umpteenth time, pushing his jutting cock into Ryan's fist.
But Ryan only chuckled deep in this throat and slackened his grip, denying Stephen the release he sought.
Stephen writhed and seated. This was torture. This was banned under the Geneva Convention. The man was driving him insane.
Ryan's tongue flicked against his nipple and Stephen tried to pull his knees up in frustration as every nerve in his body screamed at him to come. But his ankles were tied and all he could do was thrash to no purpose.
'For God's sake! Let me come!'
'Say please.'
This was no time to stand on his dignity. 'Please,' Stephen begged. 'Let me come. Please let me come.'
'Slut,' Ryan said affectionately. He kissed Stephen hard, his tongue plundering deep into Stephen's mouth before he gripped Stephen's cock firmly and brought him off with a few, well practised strokes.
Stephen screamed and thrashed in his bonds as the pleasure swept through him and he came in long spurts. Then he sagged against the restraints, spent and gasping.
'I hate it when you do that.'
'No you don't,' Ryan told him smugly. 'Besides where are your manners? You said "please", but how about "thank you"?'
Stephen eyed the bulge in Ryan's trousers and made an abortive move to grab hold of it. 'Untie me and I'll think of something,' he said huskily.
The End
