Prompt Post: May 9th to May 30th 2011
experience counts: a highlander kink meme
This is the prompting post for the highlander kink meme experience counts.
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"Oh, you son of a bitch. Don't stop."
Methos thought that might have been the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him, though he was aware that his judgment wasn't to be trusted. All his higher brain function had fled, giving up the field to the desperate hunger wound tight in his body. He ached for MacLeod to thrust into his mouth, for him to get a hand on Methos and wrap those wide, rough palms and blunt, strong fingers around him.
The thought made heat throb between his legs. He groaned faintly and gave a long, hard suck at MacLeod's cock, then let go and fumbled at his own trousers.
How much longer did they have? Maybe twenty minutes, tops, to Duncan's place, and at least half of that gone already. Methos’s dick throbbed against layers of cloth. At the thought of being forced to stop, his hand shook and he lost his grip on the button he was struggling with. He broke off and swore, letting Duncan go and bowing his head to rest against him a moment. "I'm such an idiot."
"I can think of other names I'd like to call you right now. Is there a problem?"
"Just that I want more of you than I can have in this car." He took a deep breath and pushed himself away from MacLeod, shooting him an accusing look. "This is your own fault, you know."
"Methos." Duncan looked down at him, his color high and all of him an obscene, glorious invitation to sin. He ran a thumb over Methos's lips, his touch rough on Methos's skin. "We have all night." A plea ran under it, and Methos could feel him trembling. The idea that Methos should have brought him to such a state so quickly only made Methos's own need worse. Screw it.
He'd ditched his tie hours ago, but he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt in a hurry, then made quick work of his fly, pushing his trousers down. His sex sprang free, slick wetness turning cool as soon as the air hit him.
Duncan's reaction was gratifying. Methos wasn't the only one achingly hard and eager for it; a fresh pearl of fluid gathered at the tip of Duncan's cock. Methos caught it on his thumb, smeared it over the head, and brought it to his mouth to taste. With his other hand he lifted Duncan's balls on his fingertips and rolled them, then bent to rub his face against the length of him, breathing in, learning the feel and the scent of him.
Duncan reached for him, then, closing a rough hand around Methos’s cock. When Methos thrust his hips forward, begging for more, Duncan slid a hand in under Methos’s shirt collar, cupped it around his neck. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Shut up. The last thing your ego needs is encouragement."
In answer, Duncan thrust his hips up gently, the wool bunched around his waist. He didn't make demands, but Methos could feel him trembling. Without thought, Methos bent down, closed his eyes and took Duncan in. And oh, yes, there was Duncan's hand, heavy in his hair and against the back of his neck, the other sweet and rough against his cock. Duncan gave a soft grunt but didn't try to rush him, only spread his legs and slid down to give Methos better access.
Methos bunched his fingers in the wool, scraped them over Duncan's hips, scratching. His tongue sought and found sensitive nerves. Then he opened his throat and slid down, and that was as much as Duncan could stand. He groaned and arched into it as Methos spread his hands against Duncan's hips, held him down, and began to suck in earnest.
"Oh," Duncan breathed. He gave a hesitant thrust against Methos's tongue, asking permission without words. Methos flexed his hands, fingertips digging into Duncan's haunches, and made a low sound of encouragement. At last, Duncan let himself go and began to take long, slow thrusts into Methos's mouth.
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