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Prompt: Cross dressing Noel dominating a tied-up Julian and then riding him.
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is a complete fiction. It does not, nor is it intended to make any claims about the actual lives of the people portrayed in it.
Julian stared at Noel's outfit. "What, you don't get enough people calling you a girl?"
Noel grinned and gave a twirl. "Like the look? I always figured it was a bit unfair that women could wear trousers, but a bloke's not supposed to put on a frock." It was a gorgeous dress; gauzy black shot through with silver threads. "Think it makes me look like Souxie Sue?"
"I think it makes you look like a drag queen."
"So long as I'm the ruler."
"Ruler of what, exactly?" Julian licked his lips. "Because I can tell you, you're not in charge here."
It was such obvious provocation Noel fought back a smile. He reached down and undid Julian's belt. "I happen to be the ruler of a certain scruffy-looking northerner who doesn't wash his hair enough." The belt slithered free, into Noel's hands. "Dresses very proper and manly, but likes to be tied up and shagged 'til he drops by a bloke i a dress." He stepped closer, sliding his arms around Julian.
"Oh, yeah?" breathed Julian. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, waiting for the belt to slip around them.
"Yeah." Noel leaned in and kissed Julian, pulling the belt tight around Julian's wrists.
---
Noel squirted the lube into his hands. "You will address me as your majesty."
Julian lay stretched out on the bed, the end of the belt looped to the headboard. "Says who?"
"Says the guy who's got you tied to the bed." He wrapped his hands around Julian's cock, sliding them up and down, slicking it up. "I'm perfectly capable of giving you an erection, tossing myself off, and leaving you tied up all night. I could even keep you hard." He tightened his grip just a touch, drawing a satisfying moan from Julian. "Wait 'til you start to go down, and then touch you just enough to get you hard." He slid a hand down and fondled Julian's balls. "Or you could call me, "Your Majesty," like a good little subject."
Julian was breathless now, and wide-eyed with excitement. "You wouldn't."
Noel took his hand away. He watched Julian's expression.
No surprise, Julian didn't give. Yet. It wouldn't be fun if he gave in right away.
Noel turned away and took a few steps.
"Please!"
Noel smiled. "Please what?"
"Please...your majesty."
"And don't you forget it." Noel turned back.
---
He lowered himself slowly onto Julian's cock.
Julian arched his head up and moaned. "God, Noel. Please."
Noel sat there a moment, letting himself adjust. "Please what?"
"Please, your majesty."
Noel nodded approvingly, and wriggled his hips.
Julian gasped. Just the look of him lying there, tied up, mouth open, hair splayed across the pillow; it made Noel want to leave him there, tied to the bed all day, every day. Just for fucking.
Noel wrapped a hand around his own cock, and slid up and down on Julian, provoking a less-coherent moan. Smiling to himself, Noel rode Julian's cock, stroking himself in rhythm to the motion of his hips.
As he moved, slowly at first, Julian's eyes went wide, his neck arching, his breath coming in long, intense gasps.
Noel was seriously going to have think about that 'keeping Julian tied to the bed permanently' idea. This was too good to not have all of the time.
He sped up his own motion, the sensation of Julian's cock sliding in and out of him making him bite his lip to keep from coming.
Beneath him, Julian arched his back, sweat dripping from his face, darkening his brown hair.
"Come on, now," said Noel.
And Julian did.
Noel leaned back, feeling Julian erupt inside him. His hand tightened on his own cock, finishing himself off in a spurt that landed on Julian's stomach.
He lay back, his head resting on Julian's feet, and poked his feet at Julian's face. "Told you."
"Yes, right. Are you going to get your feet out of my face?" Julian turned his head.
"Are you going to get your feet out of my face please your majesty?" Noel corrected. "And the answer is, when I'm good and ready."
Prompt: More Rosey/Bauer
Pairing: Rosey/Bauer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I did not make the characters described here. I do not own them. No misrepresentation is intended, and no profit is being made.
"You enjoyed it," said Bauer. "The woman on the couch."
Rosey nodded. "As did you."
"It had its pleasing qualities. From an aesthetic perspective, it was a bit..."
"Excessive?" As always, Rosey found his words.
Bauer nodded. "Too many elements. Better to simplify." He watched Rosey's face for a flicker or a twitch, the slightest hint that Bauer had pushed things too far. Strained their connection. Left it as dead as a lobster telephone.
Rosey's face stayed placid. "Indeed."
Bauer took Rosey's hand, and led him into the studio. By the window, with the best light. He positioned him carefully, tilting his head to best highlight the expressiveness of his mouth.
Then he reached into Rosey's trousers, and began to stroke his cock.
Rosey's hand crept up, and undid Bauer's own trousers. He began stroking in perfect synchronized rhythm.
Together, Rosey positioned like a marble bust, Bauer's brow furrowed in concentration like a painter hard at work, they came.
Prompt: More Dan/Jones
Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I did not make the characters described here. I do not own them. No misrepresentation is intended, and no profit is being made.
Dan wasn't sure quite when they'd fallen into that particular system, but it worked. He'd sleep on the sofa at night, when Jones was up working late, and Jones would crash out during the day, when Dan was up and about. The sofa was more comfortable than that ratty old bed, and the music didn't bother him. For some reason, the blaring techo-electro-whatever that Jones was messing around with that week didn't bother him at all.
He'd forgotten there was anything odd about it by the time Claire turned up.
"How can you stand it?" she asked, yawning over her coffee. "It's deafening. And you're right next to it. How can you possibly sleep?"
Dan shrugged. "Don't know. Never bothered me." He looked over at Jones, curled up on the sofa, and wondered if all this talking-and-breakfast business bothered him. "It just works."
"Well, he's damn lucky he found you. I don't imagine there's that many roommates who'd put up with this kind of racket all night."
Dan shrugged, and took a bite of toast.
---
"You're sister's right, you know," muttered a voice in his ear.
Dan opened his eyes to find the room dark, the usual music blaring. Jones's face hovered over his, grinning.
It was odd, Dan realized. It shouldn't work like that. If he could sleep through that racket, he shouldn't have woken up to a whisper.
"Right about what?" he asked.
Jones leaned in closer. "I am lucky to have found you." He gave Dan a soft kiss.
Dan pulled his head back. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Jones said, with a surprisingly nervous expression. "Look, just forget about it. Only a dream. In the morning, never happened."
Dan thought about it. He grabbed Jones's arm. "In that case, I don't want to wake up before the good bits."
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is a complete fiction. It does not, nor is it intended to make any claims about the actual lives of the people portrayed in it.
Julian stared at Noel's outfit. "What, you don't get enough people calling you a girl?"
Noel grinned and gave a twirl. "Like the look? I always figured it was a bit unfair that women could wear trousers, but a bloke's not supposed to put on a frock." It was a gorgeous dress; gauzy black shot through with silver threads. "Think it makes me look like Souxie Sue?"
"I think it makes you look like a drag queen."
"So long as I'm the ruler."
"Ruler of what, exactly?" Julian licked his lips. "Because I can tell you, you're not in charge here."
It was such obvious provocation Noel fought back a smile. He reached down and undid Julian's belt. "I happen to be the ruler of a certain scruffy-looking northerner who doesn't wash his hair enough." The belt slithered free, into Noel's hands. "Dresses very proper and manly, but likes to be tied up and shagged 'til he drops by a bloke i a dress." He stepped closer, sliding his arms around Julian.
"Oh, yeah?" breathed Julian. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, waiting for the belt to slip around them.
"Yeah." Noel leaned in and kissed Julian, pulling the belt tight around Julian's wrists.
---
Noel squirted the lube into his hands. "You will address me as your majesty."
Julian lay stretched out on the bed, the end of the belt looped to the headboard. "Says who?"
"Says the guy who's got you tied to the bed." He wrapped his hands around Julian's cock, sliding them up and down, slicking it up. "I'm perfectly capable of giving you an erection, tossing myself off, and leaving you tied up all night. I could even keep you hard." He tightened his grip just a touch, drawing a satisfying moan from Julian. "Wait 'til you start to go down, and then touch you just enough to get you hard." He slid a hand down and fondled Julian's balls. "Or you could call me, "Your Majesty," like a good little subject."
Julian was breathless now, and wide-eyed with excitement. "You wouldn't."
Noel took his hand away. He watched Julian's expression.
No surprise, Julian didn't give. Yet. It wouldn't be fun if he gave in right away.
Noel turned away and took a few steps.
"Please!"
Noel smiled. "Please what?"
"Please...your majesty."
"And don't you forget it." Noel turned back.
---
He lowered himself slowly onto Julian's cock.
Julian arched his head up and moaned. "God, Noel. Please."
Noel sat there a moment, letting himself adjust. "Please what?"
"Please, your majesty."
Noel nodded approvingly, and wriggled his hips.
Julian gasped. Just the look of him lying there, tied up, mouth open, hair splayed across the pillow; it made Noel want to leave him there, tied to the bed all day, every day. Just for fucking.
Noel wrapped a hand around his own cock, and slid up and down on Julian, provoking a less-coherent moan. Smiling to himself, Noel rode Julian's cock, stroking himself in rhythm to the motion of his hips.
As he moved, slowly at first, Julian's eyes went wide, his neck arching, his breath coming in long, intense gasps.
Noel was seriously going to have think about that 'keeping Julian tied to the bed permanently' idea. This was too good to not have all of the time.
He sped up his own motion, the sensation of Julian's cock sliding in and out of him making him bite his lip to keep from coming.
Beneath him, Julian arched his back, sweat dripping from his face, darkening his brown hair.
"Come on, now," said Noel.
And Julian did.
Noel leaned back, feeling Julian erupt inside him. His hand tightened on his own cock, finishing himself off in a spurt that landed on Julian's stomach.
He lay back, his head resting on Julian's feet, and poked his feet at Julian's face. "Told you."
"Yes, right. Are you going to get your feet out of my face?" Julian turned his head.
"Are you going to get your feet out of my face please your majesty?" Noel corrected. "And the answer is, when I'm good and ready."
Prompt: More Rosey/Bauer
Pairing: Rosey/Bauer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I did not make the characters described here. I do not own them. No misrepresentation is intended, and no profit is being made.
"You enjoyed it," said Bauer. "The woman on the couch."
Rosey nodded. "As did you."
"It had its pleasing qualities. From an aesthetic perspective, it was a bit..."
"Excessive?" As always, Rosey found his words.
Bauer nodded. "Too many elements. Better to simplify." He watched Rosey's face for a flicker or a twitch, the slightest hint that Bauer had pushed things too far. Strained their connection. Left it as dead as a lobster telephone.
Rosey's face stayed placid. "Indeed."
Bauer took Rosey's hand, and led him into the studio. By the window, with the best light. He positioned him carefully, tilting his head to best highlight the expressiveness of his mouth.
Then he reached into Rosey's trousers, and began to stroke his cock.
Rosey's hand crept up, and undid Bauer's own trousers. He began stroking in perfect synchronized rhythm.
Together, Rosey positioned like a marble bust, Bauer's brow furrowed in concentration like a painter hard at work, they came.
Prompt: More Dan/Jones
Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I did not make the characters described here. I do not own them. No misrepresentation is intended, and no profit is being made.
Dan wasn't sure quite when they'd fallen into that particular system, but it worked. He'd sleep on the sofa at night, when Jones was up working late, and Jones would crash out during the day, when Dan was up and about. The sofa was more comfortable than that ratty old bed, and the music didn't bother him. For some reason, the blaring techo-electro-whatever that Jones was messing around with that week didn't bother him at all.
He'd forgotten there was anything odd about it by the time Claire turned up.
"How can you stand it?" she asked, yawning over her coffee. "It's deafening. And you're right next to it. How can you possibly sleep?"
Dan shrugged. "Don't know. Never bothered me." He looked over at Jones, curled up on the sofa, and wondered if all this talking-and-breakfast business bothered him. "It just works."
"Well, he's damn lucky he found you. I don't imagine there's that many roommates who'd put up with this kind of racket all night."
Dan shrugged, and took a bite of toast.
---
"You're sister's right, you know," muttered a voice in his ear.
Dan opened his eyes to find the room dark, the usual music blaring. Jones's face hovered over his, grinning.
It was odd, Dan realized. It shouldn't work like that. If he could sleep through that racket, he shouldn't have woken up to a whisper.
"Right about what?" he asked.
Jones leaned in closer. "I am lucky to have found you." He gave Dan a soft kiss.
Dan pulled his head back. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Jones said, with a surprisingly nervous expression. "Look, just forget about it. Only a dream. In the morning, never happened."
Dan thought about it. He grabbed Jones's arm. "In that case, I don't want to wake up before the good bits."