Prompt Fill: girl!Colbert/Fick/Person - driver picks the music - NC-17 - 2/2saline_joyDecember 16 2011, 21:25:47 UTC
It doesn't take Ray long; he's already worked up, cock hard and red against his stomach. For once Brad doesn't make him wait, either. She sets up a steady rhythm, grinding her ass against Nate every time she pulls back. He slides a hand down over her belly, watching Ray's face as he gets closer and closer.
Brad's got one hand behind Ray's knee, pushing his leg up against his chest. Her other hand is curved over his inner thigh, thumb sliding over the skin between his balls and where she's sliding in and out of him. Nate can see the moment Ray gives in.
"Please," Ray says, "please, please, Brad -- oh, oh, fuck--"
Brad barely gets her hand around him before Ray's coming, face going slack as he spills over his stomach and her fingers. Nate doesn't wait for her to pull out, just unsnaps the harness and slips his hand between her thighs.
She slides a hand between them, going to touch him through his jeans but running into the bulge of keys in his pocket first. He slides two fingers over her cunt, getting them wet, and runs one over her clit lightly.
"Oh," she gasps, "oh, you fucking asshole."
Ray makes a questioning noise from where he's blissed out on the couch, watching them through heavy-lidded eyes. Not even his eyebrows move.
"Nate has the keys," Brad says, rolling her hips up into Nate's fingers. "In his pocket."
Ray’s mouth curves up into a grin, pushing himself backward on the couch until his legs aren't over the edge anymore. "C'mere, you fuckin' cheaters," he says, and Brad tugs the straps of the harness off completely and goes, stretching out over Ray. He curves a hand over her ribs and urges her up so he can suck her nipple into his mouth.
Nate presses two fingers into her and reaches between them with his other hand. She's clenching down on his fingers before he even touches her clit. She comes with a muttered "fuck" the second he does, shaking through it.
"Nate," Ray says, before Brad cuts him off with a kiss. Ray leans up far enough to snag the collar of Nate’s shirt and pulls. "Your turn."
Re: Prompt Fill: girl!Colbert/Fick/Person - driver picks the music - NC-17 - 2/2samescenesDecember 17 2011, 08:06:03 UTC
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You are killing me, my god, it's like a rollcall of my kinks, you've turned what I assumed would be bickering roadtrip fic into bickering strap-on fic, and I'm just gonna sit here and bask, goddamn.
Brad's got one hand behind Ray's knee, pushing his leg up against his chest. Her other hand is curved over his inner thigh, thumb sliding over the skin between his balls and where she's sliding in and out of him. Nate can see the moment Ray gives in.
"Please," Ray says, "please, please, Brad -- oh, oh, fuck--"
Brad barely gets her hand around him before Ray's coming, face going slack as he spills over his stomach and her fingers. Nate doesn't wait for her to pull out, just unsnaps the harness and slips his hand between her thighs.
She slides a hand between them, going to touch him through his jeans but running into the bulge of keys in his pocket first. He slides two fingers over her cunt, getting them wet, and runs one over her clit lightly.
"Oh," she gasps, "oh, you fucking asshole."
Ray makes a questioning noise from where he's blissed out on the couch, watching them through heavy-lidded eyes. Not even his eyebrows move.
"Nate has the keys," Brad says, rolling her hips up into Nate's fingers. "In his pocket."
Ray’s mouth curves up into a grin, pushing himself backward on the couch until his legs aren't over the edge anymore. "C'mere, you fuckin' cheaters," he says, and Brad tugs the straps of the harness off completely and goes, stretching out over Ray. He curves a hand over her ribs and urges her up so he can suck her nipple into his mouth.
Nate presses two fingers into her and reaches between them with his other hand. She's clenching down on his fingers before he even touches her clit. She comes with a muttered "fuck" the second he does, shaking through it.
"Nate," Ray says, before Brad cuts him off with a kiss. Ray leans up far enough to snag the collar of Nate’s shirt and pulls. "Your turn."
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You are killing me, my god, it's like a rollcall of my kinks, you've turned what I assumed would be bickering roadtrip fic into bickering strap-on fic, and I'm just gonna sit here and bask, goddamn.
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