Captain Scarlet. Ochre/Magenta. Misc A. 06. Truth.
TITLE: Id
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: Captain Scarlet
PAIRING: Ochre/Magenta
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: MISCELLANEOUS A
PROMPT: 06. Truth.
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: “Reality is so underrated.”
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Characters created by Gerry & Sylvia Anderson - just borrowing and will put them back when I'm finished.
This isn’t really happening. Just a really elaborate daydream to pass the time.
You’re not sat in his office, in that faux leather chair with arms that swivels and always reminds you of Blofelt.
Kicking back and bracing your feet against the desk, head back, eyes fluttering between open and closed; your token conscious thought being to keep the chair in place, that it’d ruin the effect if you got propelled in either direction.
You’re past the point of carrying that anyone will come in; it’s dark in the computer lab outside, and nobody would be here this late except him, and you. But the thought someone might is a bit of a thrill.
To find your pants around your feet. Pat crouched on the floor between your knees, hands and mouth undoing you. Leant forward and looking up at you with this smirk that ordinarily you’d hate him for. Him knowing exactly how naughty and sexy he’s being. That he’s literally got you by the balls, and you’re telling him not to stop.
And it goes without saying he’s not doing that thing with his tongue; the thing that you couldn’t begin to describe because it makes that part of your mind shut down, you’re just an id.
Desperate, shivering, hips bucking, blood simmering, oh God, oh yes, more.
You could weep for the perfection of it. It almost terrifies you because you’re sure it’s too much.
And of course he’s not adept at this, a pro in the strictly amateur sense. Heat, speed and pressure carefully balancing you on the precept; wringing out every last drop until he finally lets you hit the wall and slowly drift back to awareness.
Only you are, he is, it is really happening.
So that’s alright then, better.
Reality is so underrated.
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: Captain Scarlet
PAIRING: Ochre/Magenta
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: MISCELLANEOUS A
PROMPT: 06. Truth.
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: “Reality is so underrated.”
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Characters created by Gerry & Sylvia Anderson - just borrowing and will put them back when I'm finished.
This isn’t really happening. Just a really elaborate daydream to pass the time.
You’re not sat in his office, in that faux leather chair with arms that swivels and always reminds you of Blofelt.
Kicking back and bracing your feet against the desk, head back, eyes fluttering between open and closed; your token conscious thought being to keep the chair in place, that it’d ruin the effect if you got propelled in either direction.
You’re past the point of carrying that anyone will come in; it’s dark in the computer lab outside, and nobody would be here this late except him, and you. But the thought someone might is a bit of a thrill.
To find your pants around your feet. Pat crouched on the floor between your knees, hands and mouth undoing you. Leant forward and looking up at you with this smirk that ordinarily you’d hate him for. Him knowing exactly how naughty and sexy he’s being. That he’s literally got you by the balls, and you’re telling him not to stop.
And it goes without saying he’s not doing that thing with his tongue; the thing that you couldn’t begin to describe because it makes that part of your mind shut down, you’re just an id.
Desperate, shivering, hips bucking, blood simmering, oh God, oh yes, more.
You could weep for the perfection of it. It almost terrifies you because you’re sure it’s too much.
And of course he’s not adept at this, a pro in the strictly amateur sense. Heat, speed and pressure carefully balancing you on the precept; wringing out every last drop until he finally lets you hit the wall and slowly drift back to awareness.
Only you are, he is, it is really happening.
So that’s alright then, better.
Reality is so underrated.