Cover You with My Love
Title: Cover You with My Love
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~900
Pairing: original slash (or squint-and-you'll-see-Colin Morgan/Bradley James)
Summary: Uh, none really. Just some self-indulgent porn.
A/N 1: Uh, hi. *waves like a dork* I haven't posted in ages and when I do, it's original slash and not J2. Sorry? I blame Colin Morgan's ridiculously tiny arse for making me think filthy thoughts and want lots and lots of porn. I hope you'll read it anyway. <333
A/N 2: I'm stupidly nervous about this, maybe because I haven't written anything, let alone porn, for months. Be gentle, please. :p
“AJ,” the man beneath him spits out, squirming irritably. “Would you stop fucking around and do something already?”
AJ ignores him in favor of continuing to explore Cooper’s body, mapping out all his dips and hollows. It’s nothing new, this body he’s devoting so much attention to. There isn’t an inch of Cooper he hasn’t seen, touched, or tasted, but that never matters.
He’s laid out naked on his stomach like a feast for AJ to taste, and he’s not stopping until he’s had his fill.
“AJ,” he whines, but AJ simply smiles.
There’s such a difference between Cooper’s broad shoulders and slim hips, and AJ can’t help running his hands over the expanse of his back, up his sides and down the knobs of his spine, counting each one as he goes. He stops with one hand at the base of Cooper’s spine, right above the swell of his ass, the other hand cupping one slight hip.
“Fuck. If you don’t fucking do something soon, I’m gonna--” Cooper cuts off at the press of AJ’s lips to the small of his back, finishing lamely with “kill you,” his voice rough.
AJ smiles, moving his hand down to bracket Cooper’s other hip. He slides his hands over Cooper’s ass, thumb tracing the crack and dipping in slightly. His ass is round and firm, the skin smooth and soft like a baby’s, which AJ forever teases him about. He spreads him apart a bit, and Cooper swears, eyes squeezed shut, rubbing his face against the sheets and moving restlessly.
He bends over, mouth on the spot on Cooper’s neck that always makes him moan, and murmurs, “Patience, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good.”
He takes his hands off Cooper long enough to grab lube and a condom, then scoots back down on the bed and nudges Cooper’s legs farther apart. Slicking his hand, AJ slides a finger into Cooper, slowly, until he’s all the way in. He’s hot and tight, like always, and gasps as AJ crooks his finger. AJ works him open slowly, brushing lightly over Cooper’s prostate every once in awhile, just to hear his “fuck, AJ” every time.
AJ adds more lube and another finger, stretching them wide. Cooper hisses and arches his back, attempting to fuck back on AJ’s hand, but AJ shoves him down into the mattress with a hand at the small of Cooper’s back.
By the time he’s up to three fingers, Cooper’s begging incoherently, words slurring together with the force of his want. AJ loves Cooper like this, when he’s desperate and messy, skin slick with sweat, bottom lip bitten and red. When Cooper’s breath gets that little hitch on every inhale, AJ eases off, knowing Cooper’s nearly to his breaking point.
He tries to put the condom on one-handed, unwilling to stop finger fucking Cooper long enough, but he’s uncoordinated from his own desire, shaky and lacking his usual grace. When he removes his hand, they both groan at the loss of contact. AJ soothes Cooper with a quick kiss to his shoulder, taking a second to calm himself down as well.
“AJ, come on. Fuck me,” Cooper demands. He’s rocking his hips subtly, no doubt seeking what friction he can get.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” AJ answers as he rolls the condom on. “Almost there.”
Cooper hums indistinctly, but his muscles relaxed.
AJ coats his dick with more lube and kneels between Cooper’s spread legs, lining himself up and sliding in excruciatingly slowly. Cooper protested, bucking his hips to hurry him along, but AJ pinned him down. He’s taking this slowly, taking Cooper slowly.
He sets a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in, thrusting deep with each stroke. Cooper feels incredible, under and around him, breath coming in harsh pants and body undulating languidly against AJ’s, chanting “oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah” over and over again.
AJ drapes himself over Cooper, one hand tangling with Cooper’s under the pillow and the other one settling low on his back. He noses at the spot behind Cooper’s ear, breathing in the mix of shampoo and sweat. This angle allows him to hit Cooper’s prostate on every thrust, and Cooper shudders each time, making the hot, eager noises that mean he’s close to the edge.
Cooper stills suddenly, then comes with a low, drawn-out moan. The feel of Cooper’s ass clenching around his dick as he rides out his orgasm is enough for AJ. He manages a couple more thrusts before his orgasm slams into him. Pressing his forehead between Cooper’s shoulder blades, AJ lets out a shuddery groan and fills the condom.
“Holy shit,” he gasps into Cooper’s damp skin, heart racing.
Cooper huffs out a laugh, and AJ gently kisses the back of his neck, waiting a few moments before carefully pulling out and flopping over onto his back, arms and legs spread out and twisted up with Cooper’s. Snuggling closer, Cooper looks down at him with AJ’s favorite lazy, post-sex, glowing smile and kisses him. It starts out almost chaste, just a gentle press of Cooper’s mouth on his, but Cooper easily parts AJ’s lips and thrusts his tongue against AJ’s, a slick slip-slide that makes heat light up under his skin.
Eventually they’ll need to get rid of the condom and clean themselves up, but right now AJ’s content to thread his fingers into Cooper’s soft hair and kiss him, wet and deep and perfect.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~900
Pairing: original slash (or squint-and-you'll-see-Colin Morgan/Bradley James)
Summary: Uh, none really. Just some self-indulgent porn.
A/N 1: Uh, hi. *waves like a dork* I haven't posted in ages and when I do, it's original slash and not J2. Sorry? I blame Colin Morgan's ridiculously tiny arse for making me think filthy thoughts and want lots and lots of porn. I hope you'll read it anyway. <333
A/N 2: I'm stupidly nervous about this, maybe because I haven't written anything, let alone porn, for months. Be gentle, please. :p
“AJ,” the man beneath him spits out, squirming irritably. “Would you stop fucking around and do something already?”
AJ ignores him in favor of continuing to explore Cooper’s body, mapping out all his dips and hollows. It’s nothing new, this body he’s devoting so much attention to. There isn’t an inch of Cooper he hasn’t seen, touched, or tasted, but that never matters.
He’s laid out naked on his stomach like a feast for AJ to taste, and he’s not stopping until he’s had his fill.
“AJ,” he whines, but AJ simply smiles.
There’s such a difference between Cooper’s broad shoulders and slim hips, and AJ can’t help running his hands over the expanse of his back, up his sides and down the knobs of his spine, counting each one as he goes. He stops with one hand at the base of Cooper’s spine, right above the swell of his ass, the other hand cupping one slight hip.
“Fuck. If you don’t fucking do something soon, I’m gonna--” Cooper cuts off at the press of AJ’s lips to the small of his back, finishing lamely with “kill you,” his voice rough.
AJ smiles, moving his hand down to bracket Cooper’s other hip. He slides his hands over Cooper’s ass, thumb tracing the crack and dipping in slightly. His ass is round and firm, the skin smooth and soft like a baby’s, which AJ forever teases him about. He spreads him apart a bit, and Cooper swears, eyes squeezed shut, rubbing his face against the sheets and moving restlessly.
He bends over, mouth on the spot on Cooper’s neck that always makes him moan, and murmurs, “Patience, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good.”
He takes his hands off Cooper long enough to grab lube and a condom, then scoots back down on the bed and nudges Cooper’s legs farther apart. Slicking his hand, AJ slides a finger into Cooper, slowly, until he’s all the way in. He’s hot and tight, like always, and gasps as AJ crooks his finger. AJ works him open slowly, brushing lightly over Cooper’s prostate every once in awhile, just to hear his “fuck, AJ” every time.
AJ adds more lube and another finger, stretching them wide. Cooper hisses and arches his back, attempting to fuck back on AJ’s hand, but AJ shoves him down into the mattress with a hand at the small of Cooper’s back.
By the time he’s up to three fingers, Cooper’s begging incoherently, words slurring together with the force of his want. AJ loves Cooper like this, when he’s desperate and messy, skin slick with sweat, bottom lip bitten and red. When Cooper’s breath gets that little hitch on every inhale, AJ eases off, knowing Cooper’s nearly to his breaking point.
He tries to put the condom on one-handed, unwilling to stop finger fucking Cooper long enough, but he’s uncoordinated from his own desire, shaky and lacking his usual grace. When he removes his hand, they both groan at the loss of contact. AJ soothes Cooper with a quick kiss to his shoulder, taking a second to calm himself down as well.
“AJ, come on. Fuck me,” Cooper demands. He’s rocking his hips subtly, no doubt seeking what friction he can get.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” AJ answers as he rolls the condom on. “Almost there.”
Cooper hums indistinctly, but his muscles relaxed.
AJ coats his dick with more lube and kneels between Cooper’s spread legs, lining himself up and sliding in excruciatingly slowly. Cooper protested, bucking his hips to hurry him along, but AJ pinned him down. He’s taking this slowly, taking Cooper slowly.
He sets a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in, thrusting deep with each stroke. Cooper feels incredible, under and around him, breath coming in harsh pants and body undulating languidly against AJ’s, chanting “oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah” over and over again.
AJ drapes himself over Cooper, one hand tangling with Cooper’s under the pillow and the other one settling low on his back. He noses at the spot behind Cooper’s ear, breathing in the mix of shampoo and sweat. This angle allows him to hit Cooper’s prostate on every thrust, and Cooper shudders each time, making the hot, eager noises that mean he’s close to the edge.
Cooper stills suddenly, then comes with a low, drawn-out moan. The feel of Cooper’s ass clenching around his dick as he rides out his orgasm is enough for AJ. He manages a couple more thrusts before his orgasm slams into him. Pressing his forehead between Cooper’s shoulder blades, AJ lets out a shuddery groan and fills the condom.
“Holy shit,” he gasps into Cooper’s damp skin, heart racing.
Cooper huffs out a laugh, and AJ gently kisses the back of his neck, waiting a few moments before carefully pulling out and flopping over onto his back, arms and legs spread out and twisted up with Cooper’s. Snuggling closer, Cooper looks down at him with AJ’s favorite lazy, post-sex, glowing smile and kisses him. It starts out almost chaste, just a gentle press of Cooper’s mouth on his, but Cooper easily parts AJ’s lips and thrusts his tongue against AJ’s, a slick slip-slide that makes heat light up under his skin.
Eventually they’ll need to get rid of the condom and clean themselves up, but right now AJ’s content to thread his fingers into Cooper’s soft hair and kiss him, wet and deep and perfect.