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Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1A/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 04:09 am (UTC)Kinks: Orgasm denial, oral, mild BDSM
Summary: When the courier said he was up for a day of fun with Arcade, he hadn't expected to actually wait all day.
"Fuck, Gannon...come on, please. This ain't fair." Shane's voice was hoarse from what felt like days of moaning, pleading and gasping for air that suddenly seemed to be in such short supply. His throat burned, and his wrists were rubbed raw by the rope that bound them. His cock, shiny with precome and spit, throbbed shamelessly in time with his pounding pulse.
And then there was the good doctor standing before him, fully dressed and drinking in his naked desperation. He had a look of self-satisfaction in his eyes that made Shane's ear burn. "'Fair' wasn't part of the plan tonight, if I remember correctly." He took his glasses off of that handsome face - flushed despite his best efforts to seem unaffected by all of this - to clean them on his coat. "You said you wanted my mouth, didn't you?"
Shane shifted in his chair. He struggled half-heartedly against his restraints, feeling a secret satisfaction at their refusal to give. "Yeah, but--"
"And what have you been getting all day?" Arcade sank to his knees as he spoke. "Hm?" He anchored his hands on his captive's tanned thighs, pushing his legs further apart. His lips hovered close enough to the courier's aching cock to tease him with each breath. Shane whimpered and bucked his hips, praying to brush against that hot mouth for even a second.
The movement was met with a sharp smack on the thigh that made him yelp. The impact shot straight through his shaft, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. "I asked you a question, sweetheart."
Shane looked down at the kneeling doctor with wet eyes. A red mark bloomed beneath his flesh where he'd been reprimanded. "I..I don't remember..." His head was fogged, spinning like a weather vane in a wind storm. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. He hadn't known that Arcade was capable of this.
They'd fooled around a few times back in Freeside, sure. They'd stolen moments whenever they could spare them. He grew to crave the sensation of those immaculate nails digging into the firm flesh of his ass, the torturous, red hot friction as they ground against one another through cruel layers of clothing, a long-fingered hand clamping over his mouth to stifle his shuddering cries of release. But out here in the desert, there was no need to be quiet.
And there was no need to rush, as Arcade was making the courier painfully aware.
Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 04:14 am (UTC)Inhuman sounds issued forth from the bound man's lips. It took every ounce of self control in his body to keep himself from rolling his hips closer to that heavenly mouth. "I want...I want you to let me come..." He'd never heard himself like this, whining like a little bitch between ragged gasps. "I wanna come in that cockteasing fucking mouth of yours." His balls had never ached so deeply, radiating steady pain up through the pit of his stomach.
Arcade licked his lips and studied the twitching cock in front of him. He'd never seen one so thick, but that was only to be expected of a man of the courier's stature. He was nearly seven feet of scars, sun, black hair and tight muscle. Seeing such a man bound and helpless, tearing up in frustration and promising Arcade the world in return for sweet release... He felt a stirring between his own legs and his self control waned. He dragged the very tip of his tongue along the underside of Shane's hot shaft, tracing one of the more prominent veins visible from beneath his flesh.
The sound that ripped out of the courier's throat was hardly human, a wordless prayer mixed with an undeniable note of agony. The relief was eclipsed by the knowledge that it was all together possible that Arcade would be cruel again, just as he'd been for hours now. That he'd lap and suck and drag his teeth along his thick meat, pushing him further and further until his lips shone with his precome and he had him chanting, fuck, aww fuck, I'm coming, I'm gonna fucking come before pulling back, leaving Shane to writhe and curse and whimper at the loss. He'd lost count of these brutal abandonments long ago, and there was no telling when they would end.
But Arcade found that he needed to taste his come as badly as Shane needed to give it to him. He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the courier's badly neglected shaft, adoring his slit with his tongue. A cool hand came up to palm his aching balls.
It didn't take more of a few seconds of sweet stimulation to make him explode. The sensation that flooded the courier's body was overwhelming. He arched his back, lifting his ass up off of the chair and forcing himself further down the doctor's throat. He unloaded string after string of hot come, a barely comprehensible volley of praise and thanks pouring from his lips.
As his cock twitched out the last of his load he sank back down onto the seat, tipping his head back and gulping for air. Arcade pulled back and coughed, his throat raw, before sitting up and offering Shane his mouth. The courier's eyes opened just enough to appreciate the mess he'd made before sucking his companion's lips clean of his sticky come.
A little later, after Arcade had cut him free of the rope and kissed at the redness around his wrists, Shane lowered the doctor into the chair and pinned him there with strong, calloused hands. "Well, look what we've got here?" His deep voice had an edge to it that simultaneously thrilled and terrified the man beneath him. "Have any more rope, Doc?"
[end]
Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 10:03 am (UTC)Because you do.
Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 02:12 pm (UTC)I love you, A!A. ALL THE INTERNETS ARE YOURS
Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 04:33 pm (UTC)Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 05:16 pm (UTC)Fucking beautiful work, A!A.
Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2012-01-07 07:50 pm (UTC)Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2014-01-27 12:28 am (UTC)UNF this was epically hot. I thank you.
Re: Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Date: 2014-01-27 02:18 am (UTC)