Untouched, Unbound; Watched
Title: Untouched, Unbound; Watched
Author: Afiawri
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie/Neal
Warnings: Explicit sex, orgasm denial
Word Count: 1444
Thanks: To photoash for the prompt that inspired this. Thank you to hoosierbitch for helping me find some movtivation. Thank you to Daria234 for being so awesome over my list of fics to write.
Personal Ref Number: 25hr, 110
Neal closes his eyes; the sound of the bed creaking when Mozzie shifts becomes louder. Mozzie’s fingers trace his jaw line, brushing the stubble and moving up to Neal’s smile. Neal isn’t bound or blindfolded. He’s not gagged or under any orders. He just knows what Mozzie likes.
He keeps his hands at his side, never moves toward him, never touches him. Mozzie will touch him however he chooses, will manipulate his body into whatever position he wants. Neal says nothing because Mozzie would rather have him quiet if he’s not in the mood to beg.
He’s tried to get Mozzie to let go and just fuck him rough and fast from the start like he wants, but Mozzie seems to know he needs this, needs a loving touch first. And Neal doesn’t get a say in that, so he’s learned to calm down and enjoy it.
Neal lies there, relaxed and aroused and perfectly still and silent while Mozzie touches him so gently, so tenderly, like they’re lovers, not fuck buddies. Like they’re here for more than scratching an itch- Mozzie- or human touch from someone he knows- Neal.
Mozzie touches him everywhere, slowly, lovingly. He runs his hands down Neal’s neck and Neal feels his pulse pound against the pressure. His hands move to Neal’s chest where they briefly ghost over a nipple, but don’t give it any special treatment even though Neal’s breath hitches audibly.
Neal has had his fill by the time Mozzie gets to tracing a hip bone. He shifts impatiently. Still, Mozzie takes his time getting his mouth to Neal’s cock, tormenting Neal with the continued gentleness. If it were still about Neal, his touch would’ve turned more decisive but still slow.
This is about Mozzie, about watching Neal get fidgety and needy. Laughing when Neal’s indulgent smile turns into a grimace. Watching his untouched cock grow slick with leaking precum and twitch in cool, empty air because Neal can feel Mozzie’s eyes on him, knows he’s there. About smoothing those gentle fingers over Neal’s hand clenched tightly on the bed sheets and not his cock. Neal turns his head to the side and whimpers.
“Patience,” Mozzie admonishes, but he doesn’t mean it. Watching Neal suffer- watching Neal’s body react when nothing’s touching it is a hobby of his. He likes doing this to Neal in chilly rooms where he shivers, goose bumps cover his body, his nipples get pulled into painfully hard nubs and, despite the cold, he still gets hard and frustrated and needy. He likes doing this in hot rooms, when Neal’s sweaty, maybe cringing away from a metal surface he’s been told to lie still on. Neal knows what he likes and comes up with new ways to torture himself for Mozzie’s pleasure.
Most of all, Mozzie likes hurting Neal so bad he can’t stay hard anymore. He likes the reactions that Neal has no control over. Likes tormenting Neal with the things his body will do against his will- especially when Neal is doing it to himself. Like getting so hard it hurts when Mozzie looks but doesn’t touch.
Neal rolls his hips up. He keeps his hands clenched on the bed sheets. Letting his desperation show, trying to tempt Mozzie into touching him. “Please. Please, touch me.” Silence. Only air and bed sheets against his skin. “Please, Moz. I need your help. I need you. It hurts.”
“Keep going.”
“I can’t- I- please, touch me.” Mozzie lays a hand on his thigh. “Not funny. Not fair. Please don’t torture me li- ahh!”
With his eyes still closed, Neal didn’t see Mozzie’s tongue coming. It takes a swipe at the tip of his cock and then it’s gone. Mozzie ignores his helpless, disappointed groan except to brush his fingers past where his tongue left Neal’s cock wet and throbbing after the brief touch. Neal waits, knowing any second Mozzie will grab him and stretch him open roughly, will fuck him until Neal screams.
Teeth sink into his inner thigh. “Ahh!” His scream chokes off into a squeak. Mozzie has never bitten Neal before. He takes long seconds to release the skin between his teeth now. There- the possessive grip on his thighs that means Mozzie was done playing around tonight. The heel of his palm rests over the bite, pushes into it.
Neal’s eyes flutter open for half a second and he catches Mozzie watching his reaction with a hungry look. Neal’s head drops back and he shudders until the throb of pain passes. In the middle of his relieved exhale, Moz squeezes.
Neal’s back arches and it feels like the motion pushes out his choked gasp. Mozzie’s hand leaves his thigh to toy with his cock, now that it’s no longer fully hard, now that the touch isn’t as pleasurable as it would’ve been, doesn’t stand a chance of making him come soon.
Neal expects Mozzie’s teeth a second before they sink into his thigh, but he still can’t hold back the tears. Or the sounds pouring from his lips, mostly wordless, high pitched pleas. But other than that first jerk of surprise, he doesn’t pull away.
Mozzie runs his tongue over the bite mark, squeezes until he whimpers, but Neal remains still. Mozzie never stops trailing fingers light across Neal’s cock without any real intent at keeping him hard, just tormenting Neal, making him squirm. Mozzie digs his nails into the bite until Neal’s breath is ragged, until his cock softens in Mozzie’s cruelly gentle, nearly still fingers.
When Neal is almost completely soft, that’s when Mozzie wraps his lips around Neal, balancing himself with his hands on the bite marks. It’s still not about Neal’s pleasure, so Mozzie scrapes his teeth along the underside, rips his sharp teeth along his skin. Neal grits his teeth and sobs. His leg jerks in Mozzie’s grip and Mozzie releases it. A second later, that hand is on his balls, tugging, twisting, squeezing, all with gleeful mercilessness, with laughter when Neal thrashes hard enough to pull against Mozzie’s hand, to cause himself more pain, to make himself scream.
Even when he wraps his lips around his teeth, Neal knows there is more pain to come. Mozzie sucks harshly, makes his mouth brutal on Neal’s cock. Neal has adjusted to it enough that he might be able to come- he arches his back, his breath catches, his cock pulses, he’s right there- but Mozzie yanks extra hard on his balls, jerking him back down.
Mozzie’s lips turn gentle, his bobbing head turns into something desirable, and his hand on Neal’s balls eases, massages the places that throb hardest with dulling pain. But Mozzie pulls off when Neal is seconds away from coming.
He toys with the head of Neal’s cock, sliding his curved fingers around it. Neal shivers. It’s too much, it’s too much. His body feels weak with need. His throat feels raw with the noise he’s made, the hoarse pleas Mozzie has ignored except to demand more. His cock throbs and twitches with his pulse, sliding through Mozzie’s fingers that barely alleviate the ache of how hard he is.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Neal nods weakly.
“This time.” Mozzie’s hand circles Neal’s cock fully, but doesn’t move, forcing Neal to buck into a perfect still hand that angles Neal’s cock awkwardly. Neal pushes into it, desperately, shakily. “You can do better than that.” Neal speeds up, but his trembling worsens.
“Come, Neal. Go on.” But Neal can’t. The pain is too much, the pleasure too little. “Fine then, if you don’t want to.” Mozzie releases Neal’s cock.
Neal sobs at the loss, pushing his hips up, arching his back until he’s arched so far his head takes his weight. “Please. You said, you said.”
“And then I took it back.” Neal can hear the slap of Mozzie’s frantic hand on his cock. He’d never guess Mozzie was that close without hearing that sound; his voice is rough with arousal, but it’s been that way since he commanded Neal to strip for him.
There’s a tiny gasp and then Neal feels the first spurt of come on his own hard cock. He whimpers and jerks, but Mozzie aims the next one dead on too. Neal backs up in jerks, his own grip on the blanket pinned under him keeping him in place until his cock is coated in Mozzie’s come.
“Stay hard until I get back. Touch yourself as much as you want. There’s a cock ring in the drawer if you need it, but you shouldn’t need it-” Aren’t allowed to use it, Neal interprets- “for at least another fifteen minutes.”
Author: Afiawri
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie/Neal
Warnings: Explicit sex, orgasm denial
Word Count: 1444
Thanks: To photoash for the prompt that inspired this. Thank you to hoosierbitch for helping me find some movtivation. Thank you to Daria234 for being so awesome over my list of fics to write.
Personal Ref Number: 25hr, 110
Neal closes his eyes; the sound of the bed creaking when Mozzie shifts becomes louder. Mozzie’s fingers trace his jaw line, brushing the stubble and moving up to Neal’s smile. Neal isn’t bound or blindfolded. He’s not gagged or under any orders. He just knows what Mozzie likes.
He keeps his hands at his side, never moves toward him, never touches him. Mozzie will touch him however he chooses, will manipulate his body into whatever position he wants. Neal says nothing because Mozzie would rather have him quiet if he’s not in the mood to beg.
He’s tried to get Mozzie to let go and just fuck him rough and fast from the start like he wants, but Mozzie seems to know he needs this, needs a loving touch first. And Neal doesn’t get a say in that, so he’s learned to calm down and enjoy it.
Neal lies there, relaxed and aroused and perfectly still and silent while Mozzie touches him so gently, so tenderly, like they’re lovers, not fuck buddies. Like they’re here for more than scratching an itch- Mozzie- or human touch from someone he knows- Neal.
Mozzie touches him everywhere, slowly, lovingly. He runs his hands down Neal’s neck and Neal feels his pulse pound against the pressure. His hands move to Neal’s chest where they briefly ghost over a nipple, but don’t give it any special treatment even though Neal’s breath hitches audibly.
Neal has had his fill by the time Mozzie gets to tracing a hip bone. He shifts impatiently. Still, Mozzie takes his time getting his mouth to Neal’s cock, tormenting Neal with the continued gentleness. If it were still about Neal, his touch would’ve turned more decisive but still slow.
This is about Mozzie, about watching Neal get fidgety and needy. Laughing when Neal’s indulgent smile turns into a grimace. Watching his untouched cock grow slick with leaking precum and twitch in cool, empty air because Neal can feel Mozzie’s eyes on him, knows he’s there. About smoothing those gentle fingers over Neal’s hand clenched tightly on the bed sheets and not his cock. Neal turns his head to the side and whimpers.
“Patience,” Mozzie admonishes, but he doesn’t mean it. Watching Neal suffer- watching Neal’s body react when nothing’s touching it is a hobby of his. He likes doing this to Neal in chilly rooms where he shivers, goose bumps cover his body, his nipples get pulled into painfully hard nubs and, despite the cold, he still gets hard and frustrated and needy. He likes doing this in hot rooms, when Neal’s sweaty, maybe cringing away from a metal surface he’s been told to lie still on. Neal knows what he likes and comes up with new ways to torture himself for Mozzie’s pleasure.
Most of all, Mozzie likes hurting Neal so bad he can’t stay hard anymore. He likes the reactions that Neal has no control over. Likes tormenting Neal with the things his body will do against his will- especially when Neal is doing it to himself. Like getting so hard it hurts when Mozzie looks but doesn’t touch.
Neal rolls his hips up. He keeps his hands clenched on the bed sheets. Letting his desperation show, trying to tempt Mozzie into touching him. “Please. Please, touch me.” Silence. Only air and bed sheets against his skin. “Please, Moz. I need your help. I need you. It hurts.”
“Keep going.”
“I can’t- I- please, touch me.” Mozzie lays a hand on his thigh. “Not funny. Not fair. Please don’t torture me li- ahh!”
With his eyes still closed, Neal didn’t see Mozzie’s tongue coming. It takes a swipe at the tip of his cock and then it’s gone. Mozzie ignores his helpless, disappointed groan except to brush his fingers past where his tongue left Neal’s cock wet and throbbing after the brief touch. Neal waits, knowing any second Mozzie will grab him and stretch him open roughly, will fuck him until Neal screams.
Teeth sink into his inner thigh. “Ahh!” His scream chokes off into a squeak. Mozzie has never bitten Neal before. He takes long seconds to release the skin between his teeth now. There- the possessive grip on his thighs that means Mozzie was done playing around tonight. The heel of his palm rests over the bite, pushes into it.
Neal’s eyes flutter open for half a second and he catches Mozzie watching his reaction with a hungry look. Neal’s head drops back and he shudders until the throb of pain passes. In the middle of his relieved exhale, Moz squeezes.
Neal’s back arches and it feels like the motion pushes out his choked gasp. Mozzie’s hand leaves his thigh to toy with his cock, now that it’s no longer fully hard, now that the touch isn’t as pleasurable as it would’ve been, doesn’t stand a chance of making him come soon.
Neal expects Mozzie’s teeth a second before they sink into his thigh, but he still can’t hold back the tears. Or the sounds pouring from his lips, mostly wordless, high pitched pleas. But other than that first jerk of surprise, he doesn’t pull away.
Mozzie runs his tongue over the bite mark, squeezes until he whimpers, but Neal remains still. Mozzie never stops trailing fingers light across Neal’s cock without any real intent at keeping him hard, just tormenting Neal, making him squirm. Mozzie digs his nails into the bite until Neal’s breath is ragged, until his cock softens in Mozzie’s cruelly gentle, nearly still fingers.
When Neal is almost completely soft, that’s when Mozzie wraps his lips around Neal, balancing himself with his hands on the bite marks. It’s still not about Neal’s pleasure, so Mozzie scrapes his teeth along the underside, rips his sharp teeth along his skin. Neal grits his teeth and sobs. His leg jerks in Mozzie’s grip and Mozzie releases it. A second later, that hand is on his balls, tugging, twisting, squeezing, all with gleeful mercilessness, with laughter when Neal thrashes hard enough to pull against Mozzie’s hand, to cause himself more pain, to make himself scream.
Even when he wraps his lips around his teeth, Neal knows there is more pain to come. Mozzie sucks harshly, makes his mouth brutal on Neal’s cock. Neal has adjusted to it enough that he might be able to come- he arches his back, his breath catches, his cock pulses, he’s right there- but Mozzie yanks extra hard on his balls, jerking him back down.
Mozzie’s lips turn gentle, his bobbing head turns into something desirable, and his hand on Neal’s balls eases, massages the places that throb hardest with dulling pain. But Mozzie pulls off when Neal is seconds away from coming.
He toys with the head of Neal’s cock, sliding his curved fingers around it. Neal shivers. It’s too much, it’s too much. His body feels weak with need. His throat feels raw with the noise he’s made, the hoarse pleas Mozzie has ignored except to demand more. His cock throbs and twitches with his pulse, sliding through Mozzie’s fingers that barely alleviate the ache of how hard he is.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Neal nods weakly.
“This time.” Mozzie’s hand circles Neal’s cock fully, but doesn’t move, forcing Neal to buck into a perfect still hand that angles Neal’s cock awkwardly. Neal pushes into it, desperately, shakily. “You can do better than that.” Neal speeds up, but his trembling worsens.
“Come, Neal. Go on.” But Neal can’t. The pain is too much, the pleasure too little. “Fine then, if you don’t want to.” Mozzie releases Neal’s cock.
Neal sobs at the loss, pushing his hips up, arching his back until he’s arched so far his head takes his weight. “Please. You said, you said.”
“And then I took it back.” Neal can hear the slap of Mozzie’s frantic hand on his cock. He’d never guess Mozzie was that close without hearing that sound; his voice is rough with arousal, but it’s been that way since he commanded Neal to strip for him.
There’s a tiny gasp and then Neal feels the first spurt of come on his own hard cock. He whimpers and jerks, but Mozzie aims the next one dead on too. Neal backs up in jerks, his own grip on the blanket pinned under him keeping him in place until his cock is coated in Mozzie’s come.
“Stay hard until I get back. Touch yourself as much as you want. There’s a cock ring in the drawer if you need it, but you shouldn’t need it-” Aren’t allowed to use it, Neal interprets- “for at least another fifteen minutes.”