SGA Fic: With Delight (McKay/Sheppard, NC-17)
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Title: With Delight
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~450 words
Summary: It takes a lot, but five future blowjobs, one future unspecified kinky act, and an exhausted repertoire of sincere looks later, Rodney gives in and lets John put on the gag.
Notes: Thanks again to shetiger for audiencing and cheering at the right moments.
It takes a lot, but five future blowjobs, one future unspecified kinky act, and an exhausted repertoire of sincere looks later, Rodney gives in and lets John put on the gag.
Things proceed apace for a while; it’s weird having everything be so quiet, but it’s fun, too, and Rodney’s certainly enjoying it. Then John rolls them until Rodney’s on his stomach and John’s up against his back, pressing Rodney down with his weight. The unintelligible noises Rodney’s been making get a lot louder and now John’s ready to get down to business.
He starts fucking Rodney with really long, really deep strokes, hitting Rodney’s prostate just enough to make it interesting. He keeps it slow, really, really, really slow, because Rodney’s always been a guy who needs it fast and hard.
He happily listens to Rodney’s muffled groans, waiting until they’re shaded with an extra level of desperation before he asks, “Faster?” When Rodney nods, the trap is sprung.
“Yeah?” he asks again, and Rodney’s nod is even stronger. "Cool, tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
The sound Rodney makes when he realizes that he *can’t*, almost makes John come right there.
“What’s that?” he teases, and, oh yeah, nails Rodney’s prostate perfectly with the next thrust. “I thought you wanted it faster? Since you’re not saying anything, I guess you like it this way.”
It goes on for a long, long time - slow and thorough, torturous for Rodney, who can barely keep it together at the best of times, and is completely losing it beneath John right now. John has his hands wrapped around Rodney’s biceps, holding him down, and Rodney’s completely at his mercy. It’s everything John’s been wanting for so long - Rodney powerless and without his strongest weapon.
Rodney’s muffled cries turn into helpless squeaks and John finally takes some pity and speeds up, lets go of one of Rodney’s arms and reaches around to jerk him off - frustratingly light, because winding Rodney up never stops being fun. Then he bites the back of Rodney’s neck, hard, really hard, worrying it with his teeth until Rodney yelps frantically and comes like crazy.
The next day Rodney’s wearing a turtleneck that’s way too small for him. John can’t stop smirking when he realizes it’s his turtleneck, because Rodney has nothing else to hide the bruises on his neck and upper arms.
He stops by Rodney’s lab and listens to him harangue hapless scientists, because Rodney’s voice never fails to get him hot, and it’s always fun to watch Rodney lose his train of thought whenever he spots John watching him.
“Did you want something, Colonel?” Rodney asks - practically sneers.
“Nope,” he says, and runs a thumb over the back of Rodney’s neck, presses hard on the bruise.
“Oh,” Rodney says softly. John grins.
Title: With Delight
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~450 words
Summary: It takes a lot, but five future blowjobs, one future unspecified kinky act, and an exhausted repertoire of sincere looks later, Rodney gives in and lets John put on the gag.
Notes: Thanks again to shetiger for audiencing and cheering at the right moments.
It takes a lot, but five future blowjobs, one future unspecified kinky act, and an exhausted repertoire of sincere looks later, Rodney gives in and lets John put on the gag.
Things proceed apace for a while; it’s weird having everything be so quiet, but it’s fun, too, and Rodney’s certainly enjoying it. Then John rolls them until Rodney’s on his stomach and John’s up against his back, pressing Rodney down with his weight. The unintelligible noises Rodney’s been making get a lot louder and now John’s ready to get down to business.
He starts fucking Rodney with really long, really deep strokes, hitting Rodney’s prostate just enough to make it interesting. He keeps it slow, really, really, really slow, because Rodney’s always been a guy who needs it fast and hard.
He happily listens to Rodney’s muffled groans, waiting until they’re shaded with an extra level of desperation before he asks, “Faster?” When Rodney nods, the trap is sprung.
“Yeah?” he asks again, and Rodney’s nod is even stronger. "Cool, tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
The sound Rodney makes when he realizes that he *can’t*, almost makes John come right there.
“What’s that?” he teases, and, oh yeah, nails Rodney’s prostate perfectly with the next thrust. “I thought you wanted it faster? Since you’re not saying anything, I guess you like it this way.”
It goes on for a long, long time - slow and thorough, torturous for Rodney, who can barely keep it together at the best of times, and is completely losing it beneath John right now. John has his hands wrapped around Rodney’s biceps, holding him down, and Rodney’s completely at his mercy. It’s everything John’s been wanting for so long - Rodney powerless and without his strongest weapon.
Rodney’s muffled cries turn into helpless squeaks and John finally takes some pity and speeds up, lets go of one of Rodney’s arms and reaches around to jerk him off - frustratingly light, because winding Rodney up never stops being fun. Then he bites the back of Rodney’s neck, hard, really hard, worrying it with his teeth until Rodney yelps frantically and comes like crazy.
The next day Rodney’s wearing a turtleneck that’s way too small for him. John can’t stop smirking when he realizes it’s his turtleneck, because Rodney has nothing else to hide the bruises on his neck and upper arms.
He stops by Rodney’s lab and listens to him harangue hapless scientists, because Rodney’s voice never fails to get him hot, and it’s always fun to watch Rodney lose his train of thought whenever he spots John watching him.
“Did you want something, Colonel?” Rodney asks - practically sneers.
“Nope,” he says, and runs a thumb over the back of Rodney’s neck, presses hard on the bruise.
“Oh,” Rodney says softly. John grins.