Numb3rs100 - #44 Taste
Title: Good Cop
Author: CPWatcher
Pairing/Character: Howard Meeks/Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating/Category: FRM/slash/incest
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None
Sequel/Series: Sequel to Jeans of Justice , Can I Get a Witness , Follow the Evidence , Dinner and Dessert , Hello Kettle, I'm Pot , Now That's What I'm Talkin' 'Bout , The Combinations Are Endless , The Art of Interrogation , The Interrogation - Not Quite Standard Procedure ,
Summary: p0rn, nothing more, nothing less.
Notes/Warning:
Numb3rs100 #44 Taste
Good Cop
Charlie lifted off Howard's dick and the lawyer moaned at the loss. Then Charlie shifted on the bed and Howard found himself with a bird’s eye view of Charlie’s ass. Charlie held out his hand and Don squeezed lube onto his fingers. Using one hand to support himself, Charlie reached around with his other and pushed a lube coated digit into his asshole. Howard groaned and shook with desire.
"Oh fucking shit."
"You gonna tell me what I want to know Mr. Meeks?"
Charlie began moaning as he quickly moved from one to two to three of his own fingers up his ass. Howard watched as the digits were swallowed up by Charlie’s hungry hole. His mouth watered to put his tongue there and have a taste, but the chain from the cuffs didn't allow him enough slack to move forward. Charlie’s asshole was just out of reach.
"Fuck." Howard moaned again. "Please. Just one taste. A little lick?"
"Tell me what I want to know." Don's voice was tight with need, and Howard saw the bulge that had to be painful in those tight jeans.
"No." Howard responded, even as Charlie leaned down and began sucking his cock again.
"I guess we do this the hard way," Don said as he squeezed more lube onto Charlie's fingers. Charlie stopped sucking and instead put his hand between Howard’s legs, probing for his asshole.
"Oh shit. Oh shit. Fuck!" Howard surged upwards when Charlie breached his puckered entrance. Charlie worked slow and patiently, opening Howard up to three fingers, all the while barely brushing across his prostate. Howard moaned nonstop, feeling the fluid from his dick pool on his stomach.
"Tell me,” Don’s voice a warning and a dark promise.
"No,” came Howard’s breathless reply.
"Then you leave me no choice."
#~#~# TBC #~#~#
Author: CPWatcher
Pairing/Character: Howard Meeks/Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating/Category: FRM/slash/incest
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None
Sequel/Series: Sequel to Jeans of Justice , Can I Get a Witness , Follow the Evidence , Dinner and Dessert , Hello Kettle, I'm Pot , Now That's What I'm Talkin' 'Bout , The Combinations Are Endless , The Art of Interrogation , The Interrogation - Not Quite Standard Procedure ,
Summary: p0rn, nothing more, nothing less.
Notes/Warning:
Numb3rs100 #44 Taste
Good Cop
Charlie lifted off Howard's dick and the lawyer moaned at the loss. Then Charlie shifted on the bed and Howard found himself with a bird’s eye view of Charlie’s ass. Charlie held out his hand and Don squeezed lube onto his fingers. Using one hand to support himself, Charlie reached around with his other and pushed a lube coated digit into his asshole. Howard groaned and shook with desire.
"Oh fucking shit."
"You gonna tell me what I want to know Mr. Meeks?"
Charlie began moaning as he quickly moved from one to two to three of his own fingers up his ass. Howard watched as the digits were swallowed up by Charlie’s hungry hole. His mouth watered to put his tongue there and have a taste, but the chain from the cuffs didn't allow him enough slack to move forward. Charlie’s asshole was just out of reach.
"Fuck." Howard moaned again. "Please. Just one taste. A little lick?"
"Tell me what I want to know." Don's voice was tight with need, and Howard saw the bulge that had to be painful in those tight jeans.
"No." Howard responded, even as Charlie leaned down and began sucking his cock again.
"I guess we do this the hard way," Don said as he squeezed more lube onto Charlie's fingers. Charlie stopped sucking and instead put his hand between Howard’s legs, probing for his asshole.
"Oh shit. Oh shit. Fuck!" Howard surged upwards when Charlie breached his puckered entrance. Charlie worked slow and patiently, opening Howard up to three fingers, all the while barely brushing across his prostate. Howard moaned nonstop, feeling the fluid from his dick pool on his stomach.
"Tell me,” Don’s voice a warning and a dark promise.
"No,” came Howard’s breathless reply.
"Then you leave me no choice."
#~#~# TBC #~#~#