Fic: Primeval: Buttons (1/1)
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bigtitchTitle: Buttons
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bigtitch
Characters: Ryan/Stephen
Rating: 18, PWP, Explicit Slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they have more fun with me!
Forjoereaves and cordeliadelayne Happy Birthday guys. Sorry this is late (and shared).
Stephen nuzzled the crinkly hair in Ryan's right armpit and gently nibbled at the skin directly underneath it. Not with his teeth but with his lips with his teeth behind them. He was rewarded with a hiss and a muffled groan. He felt, rather than saw, Ryan's hands grip the pine spindles that made up the headboard of their bed.
Ryan would never agree to being tied up. It had nothing to do with how much he trusted Stephen, he said, and everything to do with a bad experience while under active service. Stephen knew his lover and knew not to press him for further details.
It added an edge to their bondage games, as Ryan could only pretend to be tied up and had to rely on will-power to keep him still. Stephen actually preferred it as he could spend his time testing that will-power to its limits. And beyond, if he was lucky.
He put aside the feather he had been stroking Ryan's skin with and let his fingers trace idle patterns instead. Idle, slow, but not random. Stephen knew exactly where to let his fingers linger to produce the maximum effect. He knew where all Ryan's buttons were.
He settled himself comfortably on his left side and leaned in to kiss Ryan, sucking on an already kiss-swollen lower lip. At the same time he reached down with his right hand and started a gentle pitter-pat tapping of Ryan's balls with his finger-tips.
Ryan groaned and moved his mouth away from Stephen. "Bastard!" he said.
"Language!" Stephen said, taking the opportunity to lick wetly down the side of Ryan's neck.
Ryan groaned louder and flexed his hips, trying to get stronger contact or Stephen to touch his cock, but Stephen just kept up his light tapping. It had been a happy accident that had led to Stephen's discovery of this method of driving his lover wild. A very happy accident.
Stephen moved further down Ryan's torso, lightly licking and blowing against his nipple before pushing hard against it with his tongue.
Ryan whined deep in his throat and his left arm moved so that he could hold his cock. Then, before Stephen could remind him of the rules of the game, he jerked it back and gripped the headboard again.
"Naughty," Stephen chided him. He moved his fingers from Ryan's balls and instead traced patterns on his inner thighs with his nails.
Ryan said nothing, but his breath hissed between his gritted teeth and sweat started on his chest.
When Stephen felt he had been punished enough he moved back to the tip-tapping on his balls. This time he bent low and started blowing a gentle, wide stream of air over Ryan's cock as it lay twitching against his belly.
From the noises Ryan made it was not clear whether he thought this was an improvement or not.
Stephen kept it up for a while, until Ryan was tossing his head and sweat was dripping off him.
Not long now. Stephen surreptiously removed the arse plug from his backside and let it fall on the carpet. Ryan didn't seem to notice the slight thud, his attention was focussed where Stephen's mouth was.
Now!
Stephen pursed his lips and blew a stream of air at the exact point where the underside of Ryan's cock met his balls. He wobbled his head slightly, moving the air stream by a millimetre or so.
3... 2... 1...
Ryan gave the roar of a man pushed beyond endurance.
Stephen hardly had time to grin in satisfaction at the sound as 15.5 stones of extremely aroused SAS officer moved, flipped him on his front and sheathed himself in Stephen's arse in one swift movement. Even with his careful preparation the thrust of Ryan's cock made Stephen's arse stretch and sting. Stephen loved it. He pushed back against his lover, revelling in the power used against him as he was fucked into the mattress.
Stephen knew Ryan's buttons, but he knew his own too and this was just what he wanted. Ryan was close to the edge but Stephen was ahead of him. He succumbed to the intense aching pleasure of Ryan's cock hammering into his arse and came bucking and crying nonsense as he spurted on to the bed. A couple of jagged thrusts and then Ryan was coming too.
Both men collapsed in an untidy heap on the bed. Sweaty, smeared with come, Stephen tried to move, but the tangle of limbs was too much and he gave up, lying back in the afterglow. Ryan was drowsily panting in his ear. He knew they should move and get cleaned up but it was too much of an effort.
They'd have to shower later. Stephen smiled sleepily. That idea had possibilities. There was lots of fun to be had in a shower.
The End
Writer:
bigtitchCharacters: Ryan/Stephen
Rating: 18, PWP, Explicit Slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they have more fun with me!
For
joereaves and cordeliadelayne Happy Birthday guys. Sorry this is late (and shared).Stephen nuzzled the crinkly hair in Ryan's right armpit and gently nibbled at the skin directly underneath it. Not with his teeth but with his lips with his teeth behind them. He was rewarded with a hiss and a muffled groan. He felt, rather than saw, Ryan's hands grip the pine spindles that made up the headboard of their bed.
Ryan would never agree to being tied up. It had nothing to do with how much he trusted Stephen, he said, and everything to do with a bad experience while under active service. Stephen knew his lover and knew not to press him for further details.
It added an edge to their bondage games, as Ryan could only pretend to be tied up and had to rely on will-power to keep him still. Stephen actually preferred it as he could spend his time testing that will-power to its limits. And beyond, if he was lucky.
He put aside the feather he had been stroking Ryan's skin with and let his fingers trace idle patterns instead. Idle, slow, but not random. Stephen knew exactly where to let his fingers linger to produce the maximum effect. He knew where all Ryan's buttons were.
He settled himself comfortably on his left side and leaned in to kiss Ryan, sucking on an already kiss-swollen lower lip. At the same time he reached down with his right hand and started a gentle pitter-pat tapping of Ryan's balls with his finger-tips.
Ryan groaned and moved his mouth away from Stephen. "Bastard!" he said.
"Language!" Stephen said, taking the opportunity to lick wetly down the side of Ryan's neck.
Ryan groaned louder and flexed his hips, trying to get stronger contact or Stephen to touch his cock, but Stephen just kept up his light tapping. It had been a happy accident that had led to Stephen's discovery of this method of driving his lover wild. A very happy accident.
Stephen moved further down Ryan's torso, lightly licking and blowing against his nipple before pushing hard against it with his tongue.
Ryan whined deep in his throat and his left arm moved so that he could hold his cock. Then, before Stephen could remind him of the rules of the game, he jerked it back and gripped the headboard again.
"Naughty," Stephen chided him. He moved his fingers from Ryan's balls and instead traced patterns on his inner thighs with his nails.
Ryan said nothing, but his breath hissed between his gritted teeth and sweat started on his chest.
When Stephen felt he had been punished enough he moved back to the tip-tapping on his balls. This time he bent low and started blowing a gentle, wide stream of air over Ryan's cock as it lay twitching against his belly.
From the noises Ryan made it was not clear whether he thought this was an improvement or not.
Stephen kept it up for a while, until Ryan was tossing his head and sweat was dripping off him.
Not long now. Stephen surreptiously removed the arse plug from his backside and let it fall on the carpet. Ryan didn't seem to notice the slight thud, his attention was focussed where Stephen's mouth was.
Now!
Stephen pursed his lips and blew a stream of air at the exact point where the underside of Ryan's cock met his balls. He wobbled his head slightly, moving the air stream by a millimetre or so.
3... 2... 1...
Ryan gave the roar of a man pushed beyond endurance.
Stephen hardly had time to grin in satisfaction at the sound as 15.5 stones of extremely aroused SAS officer moved, flipped him on his front and sheathed himself in Stephen's arse in one swift movement. Even with his careful preparation the thrust of Ryan's cock made Stephen's arse stretch and sting. Stephen loved it. He pushed back against his lover, revelling in the power used against him as he was fucked into the mattress.
Stephen knew Ryan's buttons, but he knew his own too and this was just what he wanted. Ryan was close to the edge but Stephen was ahead of him. He succumbed to the intense aching pleasure of Ryan's cock hammering into his arse and came bucking and crying nonsense as he spurted on to the bed. A couple of jagged thrusts and then Ryan was coming too.
Both men collapsed in an untidy heap on the bed. Sweaty, smeared with come, Stephen tried to move, but the tangle of limbs was too much and he gave up, lying back in the afterglow. Ryan was drowsily panting in his ear. He knew they should move and get cleaned up but it was too much of an effort.
They'd have to shower later. Stephen smiled sleepily. That idea had possibilities. There was lots of fun to be had in a shower.
The End
