Valentine's Challenge, Prompt: Kiss, Title: A Delicate Press of Mouth to Skin
Title: A Delicate Press of Mouth to Skin
Author: Nori
Fandom: Saw
Rating: Ahem. M.
Pairing: John/Amanda/Zep
Genre: Het and slash (it goes 1. J/Z, 2. Z/A, 3. J/A, 4. J/A/Z)
Word Count: around 800
Warnings: NSFW, Our little AU RP Triad, sex... uh, I'm bad at warnings?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they'd be running games from my house. i.e. I don't own them, and I don't claim to. It's called FANfiction for a reason.
A/N: Written for the angelfiends Valentine’s Challenge. Prompt: Kiss
1.
In the new kitchen area, there was a spot that if you stood, you had a perfect view directly into what they lovingly referred to as "John's Room". If the door was open, you could see right through to the bed. And the door WAS open. Amanda had made sure of that as she'd gone through it, claiming she was going for a drink of water and to check on the kids. Really what she was doing was going to spy.
And god, what a glorious picture. She felt her breath catch a little as she watched them touch, her eyes fixed on the slow trail of kisses Zep's mouth made up John's inner thigh. She knew the exact moment to look up at John's face, at the way his eyes rolled back a little as he moaned. She didn't even have to hear it to know just what he'd sound like, his breath coming faster as he arched upward a little into their lover's warm mouth.
Now her mouth was dry, and she ran a little water into a cup so she could take a small sip, putting it down carefully as John's voice called to her across the dark.
2.
"You do realize, if you simply KISS her, she stops talking, don't you?" John said, laughing softly as Amanda let her mouth drop open in mock indignation.
"That is NOT true," she said, composing herself. "But I MEAN it, Zep, if you just-"
But then, he was kissing her, and damned if John wasn't right because every thought she'd been trying to get out simply flew from her mind, and she wrapped her arms around him with a small sound, kissing him back.
"I told you so," John said, laughing, the laugh turning into a muffled chortle as Amanda oh-so-delicately flipped him off behind Zep's back.
3.
There often now was a gentleness between them that hadn't been as prevalent before. The passion was still there, and the wild nights, but something in her feared being too rough with him now. Something about the frailty she'd seen in him that she'd never expected.
So it was gentle press of mouth to throat, and then to the hollow under his Adam's apple, her tongue teasing against his skin. But the familiarity of the spot, just there, and the way his hands cupped her ass to pull her closer made her teeth find purchase and the way he gasped and pleaded softly for "more, Amanda, please" made her lose that touch of fear she'd been holding onto.
And then, her mouth was on his pulse, her teeth pressed into the skin just the way it's always been between them. Her hands found his chest and pushed him back onto the bed as she crawled over him. "Say it again," she demanded, her eyes dark.
"Please," he said, pulling her down to kiss her hard, "please, Angel."
4.
John's face is a mask of pleasure and pain as Amanda rolls her hips, forcing herself down on his cock harder. He shifts, kissing her shoulder and along her neck, his hands tracing the lines of her body-the curve of her breast, the line of her ribs, the gentle slope of her stomach to the spot Zep's mouth is pressed tight against her. He cups Zep's cheek, and moans deep in his throat as the other man moves down, and the feeling of mouth-teeth-tongue teasing over his balls and the base of his cock as Amanda moves is nearly too much.
"Don't stop," he says, and he's not sure by now who he's really saying it to, because every movement is some kind of delicious torment. He teases his fingers quickly over Amanda's clit, moaning as she thrusts her hips into his hand with a sound that could almost be a sob of frustration.
Zep gently pushes his hand aside, shifting back up to try to send Amanda over the edge. It doesn't take long, and John clenches his teeth as Amanda's hips almost completely still for a long moment just before she cries out loud, her body writhing against them both. Seemingly, as soon as she's caught a breath, she smirks and shifts away from them, the movement making John hiss a little.
It's all the invitation Zep needs, though, and he moves to perch on the bed, kissing John hard as his hand moves to stroke him almost roughly, then moves to his own erection, back and forth between them just fast enough to drive them both mad. It isn't long until it becomes overwhelming, and Zep presses John back against the bed, the thrust of his hips rubbing their cocks together quickly until both of them come-John with a short, sharp cry and Zep with an almost shuddering moan.
Author: Nori
Fandom: Saw
Rating: Ahem. M.
Pairing: John/Amanda/Zep
Genre: Het and slash (it goes 1. J/Z, 2. Z/A, 3. J/A, 4. J/A/Z)
Word Count: around 800
Warnings: NSFW, Our little AU RP Triad, sex... uh, I'm bad at warnings?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they'd be running games from my house. i.e. I don't own them, and I don't claim to. It's called FANfiction for a reason.
A/N: Written for the angelfiends Valentine’s Challenge. Prompt: Kiss
1.
In the new kitchen area, there was a spot that if you stood, you had a perfect view directly into what they lovingly referred to as "John's Room". If the door was open, you could see right through to the bed. And the door WAS open. Amanda had made sure of that as she'd gone through it, claiming she was going for a drink of water and to check on the kids. Really what she was doing was going to spy.
And god, what a glorious picture. She felt her breath catch a little as she watched them touch, her eyes fixed on the slow trail of kisses Zep's mouth made up John's inner thigh. She knew the exact moment to look up at John's face, at the way his eyes rolled back a little as he moaned. She didn't even have to hear it to know just what he'd sound like, his breath coming faster as he arched upward a little into their lover's warm mouth.
Now her mouth was dry, and she ran a little water into a cup so she could take a small sip, putting it down carefully as John's voice called to her across the dark.
2.
"You do realize, if you simply KISS her, she stops talking, don't you?" John said, laughing softly as Amanda let her mouth drop open in mock indignation.
"That is NOT true," she said, composing herself. "But I MEAN it, Zep, if you just-"
But then, he was kissing her, and damned if John wasn't right because every thought she'd been trying to get out simply flew from her mind, and she wrapped her arms around him with a small sound, kissing him back.
"I told you so," John said, laughing, the laugh turning into a muffled chortle as Amanda oh-so-delicately flipped him off behind Zep's back.
3.
There often now was a gentleness between them that hadn't been as prevalent before. The passion was still there, and the wild nights, but something in her feared being too rough with him now. Something about the frailty she'd seen in him that she'd never expected.
So it was gentle press of mouth to throat, and then to the hollow under his Adam's apple, her tongue teasing against his skin. But the familiarity of the spot, just there, and the way his hands cupped her ass to pull her closer made her teeth find purchase and the way he gasped and pleaded softly for "more, Amanda, please" made her lose that touch of fear she'd been holding onto.
And then, her mouth was on his pulse, her teeth pressed into the skin just the way it's always been between them. Her hands found his chest and pushed him back onto the bed as she crawled over him. "Say it again," she demanded, her eyes dark.
"Please," he said, pulling her down to kiss her hard, "please, Angel."
4.
John's face is a mask of pleasure and pain as Amanda rolls her hips, forcing herself down on his cock harder. He shifts, kissing her shoulder and along her neck, his hands tracing the lines of her body-the curve of her breast, the line of her ribs, the gentle slope of her stomach to the spot Zep's mouth is pressed tight against her. He cups Zep's cheek, and moans deep in his throat as the other man moves down, and the feeling of mouth-teeth-tongue teasing over his balls and the base of his cock as Amanda moves is nearly too much.
"Don't stop," he says, and he's not sure by now who he's really saying it to, because every movement is some kind of delicious torment. He teases his fingers quickly over Amanda's clit, moaning as she thrusts her hips into his hand with a sound that could almost be a sob of frustration.
Zep gently pushes his hand aside, shifting back up to try to send Amanda over the edge. It doesn't take long, and John clenches his teeth as Amanda's hips almost completely still for a long moment just before she cries out loud, her body writhing against them both. Seemingly, as soon as she's caught a breath, she smirks and shifts away from them, the movement making John hiss a little.
It's all the invitation Zep needs, though, and he moves to perch on the bed, kissing John hard as his hand moves to stroke him almost roughly, then moves to his own erection, back and forth between them just fast enough to drive them both mad. It isn't long until it becomes overwhelming, and Zep presses John back against the bed, the thrust of his hips rubbing their cocks together quickly until both of them come-John with a short, sharp cry and Zep with an almost shuddering moan.