Re: "Stakeout" Castle: Ryan/Esposito, mild R (Tickling, Enclosed Spaces) pt. 3/3one_windigaSeptember 4 2010, 01:27:47 UTC
Esposito finally swallowed, only once, before bowing his head to press a kiss to the slice of stomach Ryan's shirt exposed. There was a swift intake of breath above him as Ryan's eyes widened, but when there was no argument or shove following the gasp, he slid his fingers under the edge of the shirt and pushed it up farther. He kissed one pale nipple, drawing his tongue around it with the faintest scrape of teeth that had it growing hard beneath his lips as Ryan gripped onto the seat. He ran his fingers, gentler now than only minutes past, across the other as he trailed kisses down Ryan's chest, back to his stomach.
He drew a hand down Ryan's ribcage, reveling in the feel of wiry muscle playing over every bone. It was strange, how fascinating the smooth expanse of white skin was. With no more warning than a kiss, he slid his tongue down into Ryan's bellybutton, alternately dipping down into it and running along the edge. The startled moan that earned ran down his spine, a trail of molten need. He breathed out, warm, onto the slick skin, and Ryan's hands slid across the window, feeling for some purchase to hold onto, before they finally found handfuls of Esposito's shirt and tangled into it.
Esposito glanced up to see Ryan's blue eyes eaten up by dark pupils. His lips were swollen where he'd been biting them while Esposito worked on his stomach. Unable to resist, Esposito shifted up to kiss him, and Ryan met him halfway, lips already drawing open to allow him in.
He found himself swallowing a groan as they explored each other's mouths, all heat and hurry where they pressed up. As they kissed, his hands blindly pulled open Ryan's belt buckle. When he finally got the catch undone, he pulled back.
Ryan's response was a second slow in coming, delayed by the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. "Wha-" he protested eloquently, already upset at the loss of Esposito's kiss.
"Relax, dude," Esposito rumbled, voice gravely with warmth, " 's better, anyway." He kissed Ryan once more on the corner of the mouth, then lowered his head back down to Ryan's lap.
The way the windows quickly steamed opaque, it was a minor blessing that McLeod was later proven innocent.
Re: "Stakeout" Castle: Ryan/Esposito, mild R (Tickling, Enclosed Spaces) pt. 3/3one_windigaSeptember 4 2010, 14:36:20 UTC
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was a ton of fun to finally get to write some of Ryan and Esposito's shenanigans. Thanks for the great prompt!
He drew a hand down Ryan's ribcage, reveling in the feel of wiry muscle playing over every bone. It was strange, how fascinating the smooth expanse of white skin was. With no more warning than a kiss, he slid his tongue down into Ryan's bellybutton, alternately dipping down into it and running along the edge. The startled moan that earned ran down his spine, a trail of molten need. He breathed out, warm, onto the slick skin, and Ryan's hands slid across the window, feeling for some purchase to hold onto, before they finally found handfuls of Esposito's shirt and tangled into it.
Esposito glanced up to see Ryan's blue eyes eaten up by dark pupils. His lips were swollen where he'd been biting them while Esposito worked on his stomach. Unable to resist, Esposito shifted up to kiss him, and Ryan met him halfway, lips already drawing open to allow him in.
He found himself swallowing a groan as they explored each other's mouths, all heat and hurry where they pressed up. As they kissed, his hands blindly pulled open Ryan's belt buckle. When he finally got the catch undone, he pulled back.
Ryan's response was a second slow in coming, delayed by the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. "Wha-" he protested eloquently, already upset at the loss of Esposito's kiss.
"Relax, dude," Esposito rumbled, voice gravely with warmth, " 's better, anyway." He kissed Ryan once more on the corner of the mouth, then lowered his head back down to Ryan's lap.
The way the windows quickly steamed opaque, it was a minor blessing that McLeod was later proven innocent.
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There are just so many great lines in this that if I were to quote them all I'd have half the fic in a comment.
Also your icons are just pure, unadulterated win.
Tl;dr: you rock, thank you!
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