Cabin Pressure fic- Squirm
Title: Squirm
Fandom: Cabin Pressure
Pairing: Martin/Douglas
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 793
Summary: For the prompt "Douglas loves watching Martin squirm. Take that however you want." I decided to take it in the kinky, smutty direction. This is only my second smutty fic, and the first was a drabble, so it may be terrible.
Warnings: Consensual bondage and sensory deprivation.
There was something about watching Martin squirm.
With his hands tied to the headboard, his legs tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, gag in, earplugs in and blindfold on, there was little else he could do. He had their safe-signal ball in firmly in hand and a complete inability to guess what Douglas was about to do to him.
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It started with fingers trailing up his right calf, then his left side. The fingers hit, probably on purpose, the ticklish spot on his ribs and he did his best to curl up in laughter. A different hand traced over his hipbone, then stroked under the curve of his stomach, going over the bit that made his stomach turn, but not unpleasantly, before the full palm rested on his pubic bone. He thrust his hips upwards, hoping for contact, and receiving none.
The hand on his side traced upwards to a nipple, brushing over it, then pinching, at first lightly, then with more power. He arched into it, not sure whether it was pain or pleasure he was feeling. He wasn’t sure why, but they hadn’t really experimented with pain. This was good though, and perhaps warranted further study. He was pulled from his train of thought, as Douglas was clearly on a similar one, and there was now a hand on each nipple, pulling, pinching and twisting. He writhed, trying to simultaneously pull away from and push into the hands that tormented.
All of a sudden, they stopped, and the hands left him completely. A muffled whine escaped him and he pressed his body into the air, hoping for attention, for the touch that aroused, grounded and comforted.
The hands returned to his body after what felt like hours, and all he had known in that time was the movements of the bed underneath him as Douglas did who knows what? One of the hands felt cold, and he soon discovered why, as it left briefly only to return holding COLDcoldwetcold. The nipples that had been left sensitive by their earlier treatment were subject in their turn to what felt like an ice cube rubbing over them. The ice cube would stay for a moment, before swapping nipple, leaving both cold. It was as it lingered on a nipple, cold water running down his side, that Douglas’ hot mouth descended on the other nipple.
Martin thrashed, movements limited by his bonds.
Finally the ice cube had completely melted, and Douglas’ attack relented. But it was not finished. Hands, one of them damp, returned to stroking across his body, calming him. It was not long, however, before the sensations changed. The cold hand moved, leaving him momentarily only to return freshly chilled, a cold finger tracing up an inner thigh and wrapping itself around his cock.
He almost didn’t know how to react, the urge to flee from the chill battling with the need for stimulation. Squirming under the cold strokes, he panted around the gag, making a noise that somehow equated to “Pleeeeease.”
He didn’t know what he wanted, and he definitely didn’t know what he was going to get. The hand left him, and he felt Douglas climb over him, straddling him. That was all the warning he got before a warmer hand held his cock as Douglas sank down on it.
His eyes rolled back in his head beneath the blindfold and had he been able to move he would have thrust upwards wildly. His mind and thoughts narrowed to where they were joined. As Douglas rose up over him and sank down, he began to raggedly respond in kind.
It took only a few minutes of rough thrusts for him to reach his peak. He came, desperately and violently, shaking with the power of the sensation that overwhelmed him.
Somewhere in the hazy moments afterwards, he felt Douglas clenching around his soft cock, and the splatter of semen against his stomach.
He lost track of what came next, brain blessedly quiet, but when awareness reached him properly, his limbs were unbound, and the gag had been removed. Douglas had been prepared, and had a damp cloth by the bed to wipe them down with, so his stomach was vaguely clean. Next, the earplugs were gently extracted. It was good to be able to hear Douglas moving around, to hear him breathing. Hands on the blindfold warned him to close his eyes before light came streaming in. He kept them shut as he felt his partner lie down next to him, and they shifted onto their sides, Martin’s back to Douglas’ front. The bulk and warmth from behind him grounded him, preventing the airy euphoria from overwhelming him as their breathing patterns evened out into sleep.
Fandom: Cabin Pressure
Pairing: Martin/Douglas
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 793
Summary: For the prompt "Douglas loves watching Martin squirm. Take that however you want." I decided to take it in the kinky, smutty direction. This is only my second smutty fic, and the first was a drabble, so it may be terrible.
Warnings: Consensual bondage and sensory deprivation.
There was something about watching Martin squirm.
With his hands tied to the headboard, his legs tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, gag in, earplugs in and blindfold on, there was little else he could do. He had their safe-signal ball in firmly in hand and a complete inability to guess what Douglas was about to do to him.
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It started with fingers trailing up his right calf, then his left side. The fingers hit, probably on purpose, the ticklish spot on his ribs and he did his best to curl up in laughter. A different hand traced over his hipbone, then stroked under the curve of his stomach, going over the bit that made his stomach turn, but not unpleasantly, before the full palm rested on his pubic bone. He thrust his hips upwards, hoping for contact, and receiving none.
The hand on his side traced upwards to a nipple, brushing over it, then pinching, at first lightly, then with more power. He arched into it, not sure whether it was pain or pleasure he was feeling. He wasn’t sure why, but they hadn’t really experimented with pain. This was good though, and perhaps warranted further study. He was pulled from his train of thought, as Douglas was clearly on a similar one, and there was now a hand on each nipple, pulling, pinching and twisting. He writhed, trying to simultaneously pull away from and push into the hands that tormented.
All of a sudden, they stopped, and the hands left him completely. A muffled whine escaped him and he pressed his body into the air, hoping for attention, for the touch that aroused, grounded and comforted.
The hands returned to his body after what felt like hours, and all he had known in that time was the movements of the bed underneath him as Douglas did who knows what? One of the hands felt cold, and he soon discovered why, as it left briefly only to return holding COLDcoldwetcold. The nipples that had been left sensitive by their earlier treatment were subject in their turn to what felt like an ice cube rubbing over them. The ice cube would stay for a moment, before swapping nipple, leaving both cold. It was as it lingered on a nipple, cold water running down his side, that Douglas’ hot mouth descended on the other nipple.
Martin thrashed, movements limited by his bonds.
Finally the ice cube had completely melted, and Douglas’ attack relented. But it was not finished. Hands, one of them damp, returned to stroking across his body, calming him. It was not long, however, before the sensations changed. The cold hand moved, leaving him momentarily only to return freshly chilled, a cold finger tracing up an inner thigh and wrapping itself around his cock.
He almost didn’t know how to react, the urge to flee from the chill battling with the need for stimulation. Squirming under the cold strokes, he panted around the gag, making a noise that somehow equated to “Pleeeeease.”
He didn’t know what he wanted, and he definitely didn’t know what he was going to get. The hand left him, and he felt Douglas climb over him, straddling him. That was all the warning he got before a warmer hand held his cock as Douglas sank down on it.
His eyes rolled back in his head beneath the blindfold and had he been able to move he would have thrust upwards wildly. His mind and thoughts narrowed to where they were joined. As Douglas rose up over him and sank down, he began to raggedly respond in kind.
It took only a few minutes of rough thrusts for him to reach his peak. He came, desperately and violently, shaking with the power of the sensation that overwhelmed him.
Somewhere in the hazy moments afterwards, he felt Douglas clenching around his soft cock, and the splatter of semen against his stomach.
He lost track of what came next, brain blessedly quiet, but when awareness reached him properly, his limbs were unbound, and the gag had been removed. Douglas had been prepared, and had a damp cloth by the bed to wipe them down with, so his stomach was vaguely clean. Next, the earplugs were gently extracted. It was good to be able to hear Douglas moving around, to hear him breathing. Hands on the blindfold warned him to close his eyes before light came streaming in. He kept them shut as he felt his partner lie down next to him, and they shifted onto their sides, Martin’s back to Douglas’ front. The bulk and warmth from behind him grounded him, preventing the airy euphoria from overwhelming him as their breathing patterns evened out into sleep.