Tell Me What You Like
title: Tell Me What You Like
author: FxTxAot3/Tronja307020 in Tron Tinychat
pairing: Alan/Tron
rating: So very NC17!
disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did, I just like playing with them.
plot: Written for the Tron Kink Meme, over at tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4397.html It's not "finished," but it's as completed as it will be for me. I didn't intend for it to be a full scene, just a short drabblefic to get it out of my head. They were plaguing me all day with their shenanigans! >8| Naughty, naughty boys!
author's note: There have been a couple of loving-BDSM for these two - one that I filled and one that I prompted that someone filled for me - that seem to have changed the dynamic between these two somewhere along the way. They're still loving and doting and affectionate and completely devoted to each other, but they've just gotten extremely kinky. o_O I have to say, I'm not complaining one bit...
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Alan seated himself deeply against Tron's hips, holding himself frozen, his groin pressed flush with Tron's body as he felt his lover flexing and clenching around his length. The look on the Program's face made him ache, the temptation to claim those parted, kiss-swollen lips warring with the patience he forced himself to keep as he let him adjust to the thickness filling him up. When he finally saw the tension bleeding out of him, saw his eyes slip open to a half-lidded daze and his tongue slip out to wet his dry lips, and heard the low, breathless whines as his lover's body began to shift and grind against him for more, he leaned in and let himself taste his mouth again, their tongues and teeth clashing in a filthy, needy kiss.
"What do you want, Tron? Tell me what you like, Program."
A shudder rippled through the lithe body underneath him at the feeling of his lips brushing against his as he spoke, and Tron let out a low, pleasured moan.
"Fuck me. Claim me. Dominate me. Take me hard, User. Fuck your Program, I like it hard."
He kissed him again as he pulled out slowly, swallowing his hitched moans until only the head was clenched in that tight ring of muscle, and then he gave his Program what he craved, pounding inside of him, burying himself down to the hilt with an intensity that drew a ragged cry from his lips as Tron's body bucked beneath him, his head falling back against the soft pillows as he screamed his Creator's name in frantic, pleasured reverence and held on for dear life.
author: FxTxAot3/Tronja307020 in Tron Tinychat
pairing: Alan/Tron
rating: So very NC17!
disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did, I just like playing with them.
plot: Written for the Tron Kink Meme, over at tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4397.html It's not "finished," but it's as completed as it will be for me. I didn't intend for it to be a full scene, just a short drabblefic to get it out of my head. They were plaguing me all day with their shenanigans! >8| Naughty, naughty boys!
author's note: There have been a couple of loving-BDSM for these two - one that I filled and one that I prompted that someone filled for me - that seem to have changed the dynamic between these two somewhere along the way. They're still loving and doting and affectionate and completely devoted to each other, but they've just gotten extremely kinky. o_O I have to say, I'm not complaining one bit...
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Alan seated himself deeply against Tron's hips, holding himself frozen, his groin pressed flush with Tron's body as he felt his lover flexing and clenching around his length. The look on the Program's face made him ache, the temptation to claim those parted, kiss-swollen lips warring with the patience he forced himself to keep as he let him adjust to the thickness filling him up. When he finally saw the tension bleeding out of him, saw his eyes slip open to a half-lidded daze and his tongue slip out to wet his dry lips, and heard the low, breathless whines as his lover's body began to shift and grind against him for more, he leaned in and let himself taste his mouth again, their tongues and teeth clashing in a filthy, needy kiss.
"What do you want, Tron? Tell me what you like, Program."
A shudder rippled through the lithe body underneath him at the feeling of his lips brushing against his as he spoke, and Tron let out a low, pleasured moan.
"Fuck me. Claim me. Dominate me. Take me hard, User. Fuck your Program, I like it hard."
He kissed him again as he pulled out slowly, swallowing his hitched moans until only the head was clenched in that tight ring of muscle, and then he gave his Program what he craved, pounding inside of him, burying himself down to the hilt with an intensity that drew a ragged cry from his lips as Tron's body bucked beneath him, his head falling back against the soft pillows as he screamed his Creator's name in frantic, pleasured reverence and held on for dear life.