MMoM Day 23: "Not Ever", Neal, Peter/Neal, NC-17
Title: Not Ever
Author: coffeethyme4me
Pairing: Neal, Peter/Neal
Rating: NC-17
Prompts: Uncut cock
Words: 200
A/N: And have I said lately that I suck? This wee fic with its big, uncut cock is for the fab rabidchild67!!
MMoM Day 23
Neal pulled the foreskin down the shaft. The shining head of his cock peeked out, and he once again thought of Peter…married, straight, never-going-to-happen Peter…and how he’d never feel Peter’s hand moving the warm skin.
Neal worked his cock so that the wet head came out of the sheath with every down-stroke. He’d never know the pleasure of Peter tasting him, the confident swipe of tongue over the sensitive, red tip barely out for him. He’d never have Peter Burke, not in reality. Not ever. But he could have him every night, alone in his own bed. And he did.
Neal had fucked his largest buttplug up his ass. It was a bruising, electrifying ache. Neal clamped down on it, imaging Peter’s beautiful, thick, circumcised cock inside him while he stroked himself, the pre-ejaculate oozing out, slicking the way.
When he came, his ass hurting, his eyes full of tears, it was Peter’s name on his lips, and it was Peter’s hand reaching around, milking the last of his come out, pinching and pulling the skin away from the head until Neal gasped. It was Peter and maybe it had always been Peter. Neal was afraid it always would be.
Author: coffeethyme4me
Pairing: Neal, Peter/Neal
Rating: NC-17
Prompts: Uncut cock
Words: 200
A/N: And have I said lately that I suck? This wee fic with its big, uncut cock is for the fab rabidchild67!!
MMoM Day 23
Neal pulled the foreskin down the shaft. The shining head of his cock peeked out, and he once again thought of Peter…married, straight, never-going-to-happen Peter…and how he’d never feel Peter’s hand moving the warm skin.
Neal worked his cock so that the wet head came out of the sheath with every down-stroke. He’d never know the pleasure of Peter tasting him, the confident swipe of tongue over the sensitive, red tip barely out for him. He’d never have Peter Burke, not in reality. Not ever. But he could have him every night, alone in his own bed. And he did.
Neal had fucked his largest buttplug up his ass. It was a bruising, electrifying ache. Neal clamped down on it, imaging Peter’s beautiful, thick, circumcised cock inside him while he stroked himself, the pre-ejaculate oozing out, slicking the way.
When he came, his ass hurting, his eyes full of tears, it was Peter’s name on his lips, and it was Peter’s hand reaching around, milking the last of his come out, pinching and pulling the skin away from the head until Neal gasped. It was Peter and maybe it had always been Peter. Neal was afraid it always would be.