I can get into this [7]
title: I Can Get Into This [7]
author: FxTxAot3/Tronja307020 in Tron Tinychat
pairing: Alan/Tron
rating: M/NC17
disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did, I just like playing with them.
plot: When Alan learns of Tron's submissive nature, he has to find a way to make a happy medium between their two needs.
author's note: Written for the Tron Kink Meme, over at http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3950.h
tml?thread=2036590#t2036590 I don't know if it's BDSM enough for the prompt, but it was what popped into my head. So yay. :D
If Tron had been worried that the recode would make it impossible for him to feel the pleasure his User was giving him, it was quickly washed away the instant he felt Alan's hands splayed across the circuits on his back sending warm, steady waves of energy into his body, and he shuddered, arching against it and settling back into the game they had been playing only moments before. No, he hadn't made it so Tron wouldn't feel the pleasure. He'd made it so that he wouldn't climax, so that the pleasure could build and build without worry of him reaching his limit and ending their play before they were ready.
Alan set about teasing his ear again, tugging and nibbling at the lobe as he let one hand roll up and down the circuits on Tron's back, the other moving to stroke up and down the circuits on his abdomen, and he moaned at the way his lover's body writhed against him, arching and writhing against his body. The sensation of every circuit on his skin tingling where it touched his own made him tremble and pull him closer for more. Users may not have had circuits on their bodies, but that didn't mean they didn't get pleasure from the energy coursing through them when they felt them on a Program's skin.
He teased along the ridge of Tron's ear, nibbling at the small point of it that was unique to them alone, and dragged his tongue along the shell of it, slipping his tongue gently inside. Tron hissed through his teeth, his hips pressing up against his User's body, thrusting and straining as he writhed against his hip and struggled against the cuffs. Alan pulled his hips closer, letting him feel the pressure his body sought, fully knowing that it wouldn't bring the release his body was used to nearing by this point. It made him feel his own arousal pressed against the Program's body, though, giving him more of the pleasure he wanted for himself, and he gave his own soft, startled gasp as he felt his length rubbing against one of the circuits on his hip, felt the tingle of it as it drew a moan from his lips.
If Tron hadn't been working so hard not to make a sound, he would have chuckled smugly at the sound of his User's pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle into his shoulder, pressing his lips against the crook of his neck and kissing his way up to his jaw. Alan could feel his smirk as he mirrored the teasing affections he'd been giving him only moments before, and he gasped, letting his head drop to the side so that he could feel more of the nips and kisses he gave to his jaw and ear. Sharing the same erogenous zones was a double-edged sword. He knew just what to do to make Tron come undone completely, and the Program knew how to do exactly the same to him.
Determined to keep control of the situation - and oh, how he would never have expected to find himself enjoying the dominant role so thoroughly such a short time ago - he pulled away from the mouth, nuzzling under his chin and forcing his head back as he nibbled his way back down his throat to press his lips to the t-squares on his collarbone. Tron let out another ragged breath as he let his head fall back, and Alan pressed his hands back against those circular circuits on the small of his back. He held him close by the sensitive nodes, giving himself the leverage to grind against his lover's body and start sending steady, hot waves of energy into the connection without pause. He could feel the increase in energy through the circuits pressing against his body, the tingling increasing until it made his muscles tense and twitch with each wave.
Tron was under orders not to make a sound, but Alan was under no such restrictions. As he dragged his tongue over the squares on Tron's collar, nipped and nibbled and suckled relentlessly against them as he worked himself up, he let his own voice croon and whine loudly, letting Tron hear just how good he was making his User feel. He teased and tormented him, forcing Tron's pleasure higher and higher through his hands and his lips, well past the point that he would have climaxed under normal circumstances, until finally he heard his breaths hissing and gasping wildly, his body tight as a bowstring.
He felt a moment of concern when he looked up to see tears rolling down his cheeks from under the blindfold, his face contorted in either a look of extreme pleasure or horrible pain, and he pulled away, letting the bursts of energy recede. It made little difference in Tron's form, simply let him relax enough that he could writhe and buck uncontrollably, only to be steadied by his User's hands.
“Tron, remember, I said you can tell me if you don't enjoy it, right?” The shudder and the faint nod he received helped reassure him enough that he leaned up, burying his face under Tron's jaw and kissing his bare skin where there were no circuits, a gentle, affectionate peck that was meant to reassure, not force more pleasure. “Am I making you feel good, Program?”
A nod again as Tron bit his lip, his breath settling somewhat from the worryingly high plateau he'd brought him to, and Alan purred against his skin, letting his hands stroke up his back to cup his shoulders where they strained against the cuffs holding his arms above his head.
“I want you to speak now, Program. You've won the game. What do you want?” The tension in Tron's body seemed to snap at the verbal release from his instructions, and he shuddered, his breaths escaping him in ragged, whining moans.
author: FxTxAot3/Tronja307020 in Tron Tinychat
pairing: Alan/Tron
rating: M/NC17
disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did, I just like playing with them.
plot: When Alan learns of Tron's submissive nature, he has to find a way to make a happy medium between their two needs.
author's note: Written for the Tron Kink Meme, over at http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3950.h
tml?thread=2036590#t2036590 I don't know if it's BDSM enough for the prompt, but it was what popped into my head. So yay. :D
If Tron had been worried that the recode would make it impossible for him to feel the pleasure his User was giving him, it was quickly washed away the instant he felt Alan's hands splayed across the circuits on his back sending warm, steady waves of energy into his body, and he shuddered, arching against it and settling back into the game they had been playing only moments before. No, he hadn't made it so Tron wouldn't feel the pleasure. He'd made it so that he wouldn't climax, so that the pleasure could build and build without worry of him reaching his limit and ending their play before they were ready.
Alan set about teasing his ear again, tugging and nibbling at the lobe as he let one hand roll up and down the circuits on Tron's back, the other moving to stroke up and down the circuits on his abdomen, and he moaned at the way his lover's body writhed against him, arching and writhing against his body. The sensation of every circuit on his skin tingling where it touched his own made him tremble and pull him closer for more. Users may not have had circuits on their bodies, but that didn't mean they didn't get pleasure from the energy coursing through them when they felt them on a Program's skin.
He teased along the ridge of Tron's ear, nibbling at the small point of it that was unique to them alone, and dragged his tongue along the shell of it, slipping his tongue gently inside. Tron hissed through his teeth, his hips pressing up against his User's body, thrusting and straining as he writhed against his hip and struggled against the cuffs. Alan pulled his hips closer, letting him feel the pressure his body sought, fully knowing that it wouldn't bring the release his body was used to nearing by this point. It made him feel his own arousal pressed against the Program's body, though, giving him more of the pleasure he wanted for himself, and he gave his own soft, startled gasp as he felt his length rubbing against one of the circuits on his hip, felt the tingle of it as it drew a moan from his lips.
If Tron hadn't been working so hard not to make a sound, he would have chuckled smugly at the sound of his User's pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle into his shoulder, pressing his lips against the crook of his neck and kissing his way up to his jaw. Alan could feel his smirk as he mirrored the teasing affections he'd been giving him only moments before, and he gasped, letting his head drop to the side so that he could feel more of the nips and kisses he gave to his jaw and ear. Sharing the same erogenous zones was a double-edged sword. He knew just what to do to make Tron come undone completely, and the Program knew how to do exactly the same to him.
Determined to keep control of the situation - and oh, how he would never have expected to find himself enjoying the dominant role so thoroughly such a short time ago - he pulled away from the mouth, nuzzling under his chin and forcing his head back as he nibbled his way back down his throat to press his lips to the t-squares on his collarbone. Tron let out another ragged breath as he let his head fall back, and Alan pressed his hands back against those circular circuits on the small of his back. He held him close by the sensitive nodes, giving himself the leverage to grind against his lover's body and start sending steady, hot waves of energy into the connection without pause. He could feel the increase in energy through the circuits pressing against his body, the tingling increasing until it made his muscles tense and twitch with each wave.
Tron was under orders not to make a sound, but Alan was under no such restrictions. As he dragged his tongue over the squares on Tron's collar, nipped and nibbled and suckled relentlessly against them as he worked himself up, he let his own voice croon and whine loudly, letting Tron hear just how good he was making his User feel. He teased and tormented him, forcing Tron's pleasure higher and higher through his hands and his lips, well past the point that he would have climaxed under normal circumstances, until finally he heard his breaths hissing and gasping wildly, his body tight as a bowstring.
He felt a moment of concern when he looked up to see tears rolling down his cheeks from under the blindfold, his face contorted in either a look of extreme pleasure or horrible pain, and he pulled away, letting the bursts of energy recede. It made little difference in Tron's form, simply let him relax enough that he could writhe and buck uncontrollably, only to be steadied by his User's hands.
“Tron, remember, I said you can tell me if you don't enjoy it, right?” The shudder and the faint nod he received helped reassure him enough that he leaned up, burying his face under Tron's jaw and kissing his bare skin where there were no circuits, a gentle, affectionate peck that was meant to reassure, not force more pleasure. “Am I making you feel good, Program?”
A nod again as Tron bit his lip, his breath settling somewhat from the worryingly high plateau he'd brought him to, and Alan purred against his skin, letting his hands stroke up his back to cup his shoulders where they strained against the cuffs holding his arms above his head.
“I want you to speak now, Program. You've won the game. What do you want?” The tension in Tron's body seemed to snap at the verbal release from his instructions, and he shuddered, his breaths escaping him in ragged, whining moans.