Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, manhandling and spankingtelarynApril 16 2012, 17:49:58 UTC
He realizes it's the wrong move a second after he makes it. Eliot's legs wrap tight around Quinn's waist, pulling him in close in an effort to regain control of the situation and break free of the hold Quinn has him in.
It's textbook, except for the fact that they're both hard, and when the bulge in Quinn's jeans presses into his own erection Eliot suddenly feels like his brain has exploded. For several long moments, he can barely remember how to breathe, much less continue working his way free of Quinn's hold on him.
"Interesting." Quinn's voice is like velvet against his skin, and Eliot doesn't even have to ask what's so goddamn interesting. The man is too smart for anyone's own good, not that it takes a genius to figure things out when Eliot's suddenly stopped struggling and tiny tremors are shivering up and down his arms.
"Fuck you and your interesting," he growls, but there's too much breath in the words. Their eyes meet for just a moment, then Quinn is kissing him - hard and hungry, working him with lips, teeth and tongue until Eliot can't think of anything else.
Some rebellious instinct stirs in him when Quinn reaches between their bodies and undoes his belt and fly one-handed, but Eliot's fresh attempt to free himself ends quickly - on his stomach, jeans pushed halfway down his thighs, and his left arm twisted up so painfully behind is back that the slightest move on his part is risking at least one broken bone.
"Suppose it was wishful thinking that you'd be nice about this," Quinn grumbles.
Anything Eliot might say in reply is quickly swallowed up by his surprised gasp of pleasure. Quinn digs his nails into Eliot's flesh, clawing deep furrows just this side of bloody as he drags his briefs below his hips. "Now that," he says after a moment, "is a thing of beauty."
Eliot feels his cheeks flame hot in response, but he's finally stopped trying to deny that the situation is pushing far too many of his buttons.
The first slap of Quinn's palm against the curve of his ass is a sharp, bright burst of pleasure-pain that tugs on nerve clusters low inside Eliot's body. His soft moan is almost lost in the moment of stillness between the first hit and the second, but Eliot hears Quinn's pleased chuckle just before Quinn begins spanking him in earnest.
Re: Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, manhandling and spankingdaria234April 17 2012, 03:48:01 UTC
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!
Ngh, so hot. And I love the dialogue -- the grumpy, angry but pleasant sarcasm. And Quinn admiring him -- and Eliot's embasrrassment at being turned on by this just makes the whole thing hotter.
It's textbook, except for the fact that they're both hard, and when the bulge in Quinn's jeans presses into his own erection Eliot suddenly feels like his brain has exploded. For several long moments, he can barely remember how to breathe, much less continue working his way free of Quinn's hold on him.
"Interesting." Quinn's voice is like velvet against his skin, and Eliot doesn't even have to ask what's so goddamn interesting. The man is too smart for anyone's own good, not that it takes a genius to figure things out when Eliot's suddenly stopped struggling and tiny tremors are shivering up and down his arms.
"Fuck you and your interesting," he growls, but there's too much breath in the words. Their eyes meet for just a moment, then Quinn is kissing him - hard and hungry, working him with lips, teeth and tongue until Eliot can't think of anything else.
Some rebellious instinct stirs in him when Quinn reaches between their bodies and undoes his belt and fly one-handed, but Eliot's fresh attempt to free himself ends quickly - on his stomach, jeans pushed halfway down his thighs, and his left arm twisted up so painfully behind is back that the slightest move on his part is risking at least one broken bone.
"Suppose it was wishful thinking that you'd be nice about this," Quinn grumbles.
Anything Eliot might say in reply is quickly swallowed up by his surprised gasp of pleasure. Quinn digs his nails into Eliot's flesh, clawing deep furrows just this side of bloody as he drags his briefs below his hips. "Now that," he says after a moment, "is a thing of beauty."
Eliot feels his cheeks flame hot in response, but he's finally stopped trying to deny that the situation is pushing far too many of his buttons.
The first slap of Quinn's palm against the curve of his ass is a sharp, bright burst of pleasure-pain that tugs on nerve clusters low inside Eliot's body. His soft moan is almost lost in the moment of stillness between the first hit and the second, but Eliot hears Quinn's pleased chuckle just before Quinn begins spanking him in earnest.
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Ngh, so hot. And I love the dialogue -- the grumpy, angry but pleasant sarcasm. And Quinn admiring him -- and Eliot's embasrrassment at being turned on by this just makes the whole thing hotter.
TY SO MUCH!
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