Showing Orlando
Title : Showing Orlando
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlijah
Rating : NC-17
Summary: Elijah knows exactly what Orlando wants.
A/N : For This is part of orlijah_month and refers to Prompt 6, which is kinky!fic. And in particular illuins_lair who left me the funniest feedback and earned herself some good old fashioned kink.
"I look..."
Orlando was standing naked, looking at himself in the mirror. Elijah, also naked, was on the bed, glasses perched on the end of his nose, reading a script.
"Look what?" He glanced up.
"Dunno, but my neck, chest and bum, I mean look at me, I look ... debauched?"
"You look owned," Elijah sounded rather pleased with himself. "Because you are owned, you belong to me."
"Well yes but I'm not your property, I'm your lover. Your partner?" Orlando turned and Elijah caught his breath.
"No, well yes but you are mine, everything belongs to me, your orgasms are mine, if you want to jerk off, you beg me, if you want to touch yourself, you ask first, you're my boy but one day you'll be my slave and I'll put a collar on you."
"M not ready for that Lij, it's too..."
"I know you're not," Elijah smiled and went back to his script.
Orlando resumed his perusal, counting and recounting. "I have 47 different bite marks on my body," he announced. "I want more."
"Oh yes?"
"Well 47 is such a wanky number, couldn't I have 100?
"You could yes but you'd have to practise begging or..." And that was the look Orlando hated but was addicted to.
"But what?"
"Get down on all fours but keep looking in the mirror." Elijah put his script down and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "If you're good for me, I'll cover your chest and torso with love bites, if you don't, I'll put you in a cock ring and suck you..."
"Please Lij... I mean please Sir, I'll be good, I promise..." the last time Elijah had done that, the scene ended with Orlando having hysterics, literally howling with frustration and thrashing around. He knew there would be a repeat because watching his boy break was Elijah's special kink.
He got down on all fours, head up, watching himself in the mirror, watching Elijah as he walked towards him, that look on his face. Orlando couldn't help thinking though, much as he dreaded these sessions, he also enjoyed them and he loved Lijah so much it made almost anything bearable. The thought that he was as equally loved helped to centre him, he smiled.
"Like this Sir?"
"Perfect," Elijah touched Orlando's shoulder lightly then dropped to the floor behind him.
"Oh god..." Orlando could feel his arse being spread then Elijah dipped his head. Surely his mad lover, his Sir wasn't about to stick his tongue inside there?
"Sir, m dirty, omigod..." for Elijah's warm wet tongue had plunged, with not so much as a by your leave, deep inside of Orlando's hole. Anything he might have said was lost in the deep moans that fell from his mouth.
It was the thought of what his Sir was doing for him as much as the physical sensation ... and oh god, now Elijah, was biting at his hole, he could feel the graze of teeth, his head dropped, unable to cope with the look on his own face. Feral, hungry, needy, lustful. Crazy almost.
"Keep looking," Elijah paused for breath. "And boy, you have permission to come."
"Thank you Sir ... Sir thank you ... Sir..." It was like reverse begging, simply because Orlando needed to do it. "Please sir ... I mean thank you, oh god..." he could hear wet slurping noises and he was embarrassed on top of everything else. And it was clear nothing was going to stop Elijah, not at all.
"I said you could come, no need to beg." Elijah's voice sounded slightly breathless.
"Need to beg, please let me beg sir, let me come, I mean I can't come until ... oh fuck, how can ... noooo, Lij please don't do that, please ... you're killing me, I'm going to die..." and Orlando came, screaming Elijah's name and collapsing on the floor, his arse still up.
"Did I tell you to collapse like a big girl's blouse?" Elijah knelt up. "Boy?"
"No sir," Orlando had fucked up again. He dreaded the punishments more than Elijah knew.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to punish you boy, I'm going to fuck you and I will fuck you until you come so get up, get your hand on your cock and boy? You better be prepped."
"Sir, m prepped sir, yes sir." No he's not going to get punished but he has to get hard again. Oh god. Hard again? He can do it but it hurts like nothing else. Like Elijah didn’t know that.
It was like Elijah could read Orlando's thoughts when he spread his boy's arse and pushed in, barged in, shoved his way in. There was no gentleness, just a hunger, a flame in Elijah's eyes that sparked something in Orlando. Made Orlando begin to get hard.
And this was why he did it. For that spark, that look, that feeling of being the centre of Elijah's world, all his attention focused on his boy. It hurt, it always hurt but for as long as he could see that look, Orlando wouldn't have it any other way.
Fin
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlijah
Rating : NC-17
Summary: Elijah knows exactly what Orlando wants.
A/N : For This is part of orlijah_month and refers to Prompt 6, which is kinky!fic. And in particular illuins_lair who left me the funniest feedback and earned herself some good old fashioned kink.
"I look..."
Orlando was standing naked, looking at himself in the mirror. Elijah, also naked, was on the bed, glasses perched on the end of his nose, reading a script.
"Look what?" He glanced up.
"Dunno, but my neck, chest and bum, I mean look at me, I look ... debauched?"
"You look owned," Elijah sounded rather pleased with himself. "Because you are owned, you belong to me."
"Well yes but I'm not your property, I'm your lover. Your partner?" Orlando turned and Elijah caught his breath.
"No, well yes but you are mine, everything belongs to me, your orgasms are mine, if you want to jerk off, you beg me, if you want to touch yourself, you ask first, you're my boy but one day you'll be my slave and I'll put a collar on you."
"M not ready for that Lij, it's too..."
"I know you're not," Elijah smiled and went back to his script.
Orlando resumed his perusal, counting and recounting. "I have 47 different bite marks on my body," he announced. "I want more."
"Oh yes?"
"Well 47 is such a wanky number, couldn't I have 100?
"You could yes but you'd have to practise begging or..." And that was the look Orlando hated but was addicted to.
"But what?"
"Get down on all fours but keep looking in the mirror." Elijah put his script down and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "If you're good for me, I'll cover your chest and torso with love bites, if you don't, I'll put you in a cock ring and suck you..."
"Please Lij... I mean please Sir, I'll be good, I promise..." the last time Elijah had done that, the scene ended with Orlando having hysterics, literally howling with frustration and thrashing around. He knew there would be a repeat because watching his boy break was Elijah's special kink.
He got down on all fours, head up, watching himself in the mirror, watching Elijah as he walked towards him, that look on his face. Orlando couldn't help thinking though, much as he dreaded these sessions, he also enjoyed them and he loved Lijah so much it made almost anything bearable. The thought that he was as equally loved helped to centre him, he smiled.
"Like this Sir?"
"Perfect," Elijah touched Orlando's shoulder lightly then dropped to the floor behind him.
"Oh god..." Orlando could feel his arse being spread then Elijah dipped his head. Surely his mad lover, his Sir wasn't about to stick his tongue inside there?
"Sir, m dirty, omigod..." for Elijah's warm wet tongue had plunged, with not so much as a by your leave, deep inside of Orlando's hole. Anything he might have said was lost in the deep moans that fell from his mouth.
It was the thought of what his Sir was doing for him as much as the physical sensation ... and oh god, now Elijah, was biting at his hole, he could feel the graze of teeth, his head dropped, unable to cope with the look on his own face. Feral, hungry, needy, lustful. Crazy almost.
"Keep looking," Elijah paused for breath. "And boy, you have permission to come."
"Thank you Sir ... Sir thank you ... Sir..." It was like reverse begging, simply because Orlando needed to do it. "Please sir ... I mean thank you, oh god..." he could hear wet slurping noises and he was embarrassed on top of everything else. And it was clear nothing was going to stop Elijah, not at all.
"I said you could come, no need to beg." Elijah's voice sounded slightly breathless.
"Need to beg, please let me beg sir, let me come, I mean I can't come until ... oh fuck, how can ... noooo, Lij please don't do that, please ... you're killing me, I'm going to die..." and Orlando came, screaming Elijah's name and collapsing on the floor, his arse still up.
"Did I tell you to collapse like a big girl's blouse?" Elijah knelt up. "Boy?"
"No sir," Orlando had fucked up again. He dreaded the punishments more than Elijah knew.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to punish you boy, I'm going to fuck you and I will fuck you until you come so get up, get your hand on your cock and boy? You better be prepped."
"Sir, m prepped sir, yes sir." No he's not going to get punished but he has to get hard again. Oh god. Hard again? He can do it but it hurts like nothing else. Like Elijah didn’t know that.
It was like Elijah could read Orlando's thoughts when he spread his boy's arse and pushed in, barged in, shoved his way in. There was no gentleness, just a hunger, a flame in Elijah's eyes that sparked something in Orlando. Made Orlando begin to get hard.
And this was why he did it. For that spark, that look, that feeling of being the centre of Elijah's world, all his attention focused on his boy. It hurt, it always hurt but for as long as he could see that look, Orlando wouldn't have it any other way.
Fin