New FIc - RayK/Fraser R/NC-17 (erring on side of caution) Chained
The last in the metallurgy series. I decided that of late ive been a tad too PG even for my liking so oh gosh darn it, its porn for the sake of it.
Title: Chained
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Rating: R/NC-17 (Im thinking R but eh, cover all bases)
Summary: Bracelets can adorn more than wrists.
Sweat beaded and rolled off Fraser’s quivering torso, saturating the twisted sheet beneath him, while between his thighs Ray sat back to admire his handiwork. The beads of his bracelet were wrapped around his lover’s cock and balls, the round links leaving little pale imprints where there metal dug into the sensitive flesh, the glinting silver so bright against the flushed shaft.
Smiling, the cop ran gentle palms up and along the soft skin of Fraser’s inner thigh, tender movements that aroused more than they soothed, before reaching to grasp the clasp and torturously begin to drag the chain around, relishing in the hissed breath and muffled shout from above.
Ray watched fascinated as Fraser’s scrotum, already tight and shiny, tried to rise higher under the constriction of the bracelet as a trail of pre-come rolled from the fat head to pool against the metal. He moved to straddle the Mountie’s writhing hips and lowered his head to lap at the lips that moved in silent utterances of pleasure, one calloused finger capturing the fluid to spread it along the aching cock, swallowing Fraser’s moan. Moving his hand lower again, Ray resumed tugging on the chain, rotating it around the trapped flesh before engulfing the shaft in a sure hand and gently rolling the bracelet up and down as far as it would allow, the beads pressing and undulating as they moved. Pleasure shot up Fraser’s spine, coiling around his genitals, as deep heat pooled in his guts.
Throughout the torture, Fraser kept his eyes screwed shut, unable to watch what his lover was doing; too embarrassed by his own wanton behaviour and too aroused to witness Ray’s mastery.
Ray tugged at the chain again, delighting in the shiver of Fraser’s legs and the way his hands dug into the sheet until his knuckles matched the pale material. Seeing his lover so close, Ray backed off; removing his hand to slide his body down the length of the other man’s to explore the expanse of skin at his disposal. Resting by long legs, Ray reached out to cradle one scarred knee in warm hands, turning the limb this way and that to press soft kisses into the disfigured flesh and lick at the salty skin. He huffed a satisfied breath over the skin as an unsteady hand groped for and found his shoulder, turning his head to suckle a trembling finger, releasing it to blow cool air across the slick digit.
He allowed the hand to guide his travel back up to the waiting cock, acquiescing to the silent plea to finish what he had started, looping his fingers around it, commencing a slow rhythm. Up, down, twist, up down, twist, leaning forward to run his tongue between the snug balls in their sac, tightening his hand as he did so.
Unable to stay silent, Fraser let out a startled cry, the grip on Ray’s shoulder constricting enough to bruise as the composed man was reduced to a litany of near constant sobs.
But it still wasn’t enough.
With his free hand, Ray reached up the sweaty torso to lightly graze his fingertips across the swollen nipples, somewhat unprepared for the wild bucking of his lover’s hips as Fraser finally lost control. The Mountie dug his skull his back into the soft pillow beneath his head.
It was all too much; the knowing hands and wilful mouth. He so needed to come and so wanted to hide from Ray at his uninhibited display of need. He settled for biting his lip to try and cease the moaning that seemed to spill from him, clenching his body against the pleasure coursing through him.
And just as suddenly as it all threatened to overwhelm him, it all stopped, the fingers at his crotch fumbling rather than arousing, that proud head indenting the pillow beside his own. Slitting his eyes open, Fraser rolled his head to meet the steel grey gaze and for a beat they did nothing more than stare into each other as Ray dragged the released chain up over the small trail of hair on Fraser’s stomach to rasp over engorged nipples to rest on bite-swollen lips. Ray leant forward and pressed his own mouth against Fraser’s, feeling the bite of the metal and the soft heat of his lover’s lips. Without breaking contact, he gave Fraser what he needed.
“Now. Show me.”
Fraser howled as heat overtook him, his body bowing off the bed from heel to head as semen arched up to coat his chest and stomach and finally over his tortured balls and all the while, Ray was there, kissing him through the metallic taste of blood and chain.
Title: Chained
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Rating: R/NC-17 (Im thinking R but eh, cover all bases)
Summary: Bracelets can adorn more than wrists.
Sweat beaded and rolled off Fraser’s quivering torso, saturating the twisted sheet beneath him, while between his thighs Ray sat back to admire his handiwork. The beads of his bracelet were wrapped around his lover’s cock and balls, the round links leaving little pale imprints where there metal dug into the sensitive flesh, the glinting silver so bright against the flushed shaft.
Smiling, the cop ran gentle palms up and along the soft skin of Fraser’s inner thigh, tender movements that aroused more than they soothed, before reaching to grasp the clasp and torturously begin to drag the chain around, relishing in the hissed breath and muffled shout from above.
Ray watched fascinated as Fraser’s scrotum, already tight and shiny, tried to rise higher under the constriction of the bracelet as a trail of pre-come rolled from the fat head to pool against the metal. He moved to straddle the Mountie’s writhing hips and lowered his head to lap at the lips that moved in silent utterances of pleasure, one calloused finger capturing the fluid to spread it along the aching cock, swallowing Fraser’s moan. Moving his hand lower again, Ray resumed tugging on the chain, rotating it around the trapped flesh before engulfing the shaft in a sure hand and gently rolling the bracelet up and down as far as it would allow, the beads pressing and undulating as they moved. Pleasure shot up Fraser’s spine, coiling around his genitals, as deep heat pooled in his guts.
Throughout the torture, Fraser kept his eyes screwed shut, unable to watch what his lover was doing; too embarrassed by his own wanton behaviour and too aroused to witness Ray’s mastery.
Ray tugged at the chain again, delighting in the shiver of Fraser’s legs and the way his hands dug into the sheet until his knuckles matched the pale material. Seeing his lover so close, Ray backed off; removing his hand to slide his body down the length of the other man’s to explore the expanse of skin at his disposal. Resting by long legs, Ray reached out to cradle one scarred knee in warm hands, turning the limb this way and that to press soft kisses into the disfigured flesh and lick at the salty skin. He huffed a satisfied breath over the skin as an unsteady hand groped for and found his shoulder, turning his head to suckle a trembling finger, releasing it to blow cool air across the slick digit.
He allowed the hand to guide his travel back up to the waiting cock, acquiescing to the silent plea to finish what he had started, looping his fingers around it, commencing a slow rhythm. Up, down, twist, up down, twist, leaning forward to run his tongue between the snug balls in their sac, tightening his hand as he did so.
Unable to stay silent, Fraser let out a startled cry, the grip on Ray’s shoulder constricting enough to bruise as the composed man was reduced to a litany of near constant sobs.
But it still wasn’t enough.
With his free hand, Ray reached up the sweaty torso to lightly graze his fingertips across the swollen nipples, somewhat unprepared for the wild bucking of his lover’s hips as Fraser finally lost control. The Mountie dug his skull his back into the soft pillow beneath his head.
It was all too much; the knowing hands and wilful mouth. He so needed to come and so wanted to hide from Ray at his uninhibited display of need. He settled for biting his lip to try and cease the moaning that seemed to spill from him, clenching his body against the pleasure coursing through him.
And just as suddenly as it all threatened to overwhelm him, it all stopped, the fingers at his crotch fumbling rather than arousing, that proud head indenting the pillow beside his own. Slitting his eyes open, Fraser rolled his head to meet the steel grey gaze and for a beat they did nothing more than stare into each other as Ray dragged the released chain up over the small trail of hair on Fraser’s stomach to rasp over engorged nipples to rest on bite-swollen lips. Ray leant forward and pressed his own mouth against Fraser’s, feeling the bite of the metal and the soft heat of his lover’s lips. Without breaking contact, he gave Fraser what he needed.
“Now. Show me.”
Fraser howled as heat overtook him, his body bowing off the bed from heel to head as semen arched up to coat his chest and stomach and finally over his tortured balls and all the while, Ray was there, kissing him through the metallic taste of blood and chain.