Fic: Primeval: Night Work
Jan. 19th, 2010 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bigtitchTitle: Night Work
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bigtitch
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: Purple prose
Word count: 230
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: Forlukadreaming's birthday. The muses decided to give me something different this time. Not so much PWP as Prose What's Purple! Happy Birthday sweetie!
At night, under the duvet, Ryan became a creature of warm skin; of delicate patches of sweat sweet-salt to the tongue; of crinkly soft and enticing to rub against fingers, cheeks and lips; of spicey masculine odours spiked with the scent of arousal and pre-cum. He was an endless expanse of skin, soft and smooth over the crags and boulders of muscles that rippled and surged as he moved.
Ryan was strength and force, a fine animal tamed and gentled, restraining is power because he willed it. He moved slow and surging as inevitable as the incoming tide or fast and frantic, unpredictable as a stretch of rapids.
As much as Stephen enjoyed looking at Ryan, he preferred his slow, thorough exploration of his lover by touch, taste and smell. He would not rest until he had explored and discovered every stretch of skin, every nook, cranny, quiver and shiver of Ryan's body. In this dedicated mapping Stephen found as much joy and excitement as he had in any dangerous expedition he had been on. And better, this was his territory to explore alone. He could never see himself tiring of it. This was work for a lifetime.
The End
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: Purple prose
Word count: 230
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: For
lukadreaming's birthday. The muses decided to give me something different this time. Not so much PWP as Prose What's Purple! Happy Birthday sweetie!At night, under the duvet, Ryan became a creature of warm skin; of delicate patches of sweat sweet-salt to the tongue; of crinkly soft and enticing to rub against fingers, cheeks and lips; of spicey masculine odours spiked with the scent of arousal and pre-cum. He was an endless expanse of skin, soft and smooth over the crags and boulders of muscles that rippled and surged as he moved.
Ryan was strength and force, a fine animal tamed and gentled, restraining is power because he willed it. He moved slow and surging as inevitable as the incoming tide or fast and frantic, unpredictable as a stretch of rapids.
As much as Stephen enjoyed looking at Ryan, he preferred his slow, thorough exploration of his lover by touch, taste and smell. He would not rest until he had explored and discovered every stretch of skin, every nook, cranny, quiver and shiver of Ryan's body. In this dedicated mapping Stephen found as much joy and excitement as he had in any dangerous expedition he had been on. And better, this was his territory to explore alone. He could never see himself tiring of it. This was work for a lifetime.
The End
