Dangerous Toy
Title: Dangerous Toy
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Elle
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Wordcount: 367
Spoilers: S3
Warnings: Rough sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
A/N: Written for kink_las for the prompt: rough sex
Summary: Elle has to be hard to get what she wants.
“Come on!”
Her head snapped back with the force of his thrusts, his hands crushing into her hips, leaving bruises.
“More!”
Elle’s command made Sylar growl, the sound ripping from his throat as gravity shifted. He pushed her back onto her shoulders, almost folding her in half, glaring down at her in challenge. Too much? his expression said. She only smirked, sparks dancing on her fingertips, making him swear as his hips snapped forward, drawing a gasp out of her.
“Damn it, Elle!”
She only laughed as he began again, making her shake in his grasp, a tiny toy against his strength. A dangerous toy, the kind with sharp corners, little pieces, and lead paint that had to be recalled and destroyed. She’d had a few of those as a kid, and had played with them hard. And if her hands got all bloody, then her daddy said she just had to figure out how to handle it. If she wanted fun, she had to play rough.
Sylar seemed to get that finally, with encouraging bursts of electricity every time he tried to soothe her, calm her down, go easy. She’d seen the animal he could be; she’d help make him that way. All he needed was a little extra- Elle squeezed hard on his cock inside her, making Sylar snarl in a way that damn near set her off- pressure.
Elle’s laugh of triumph turned into a gasp as he lifted her up and crushed her chest to his. His mouth (so warm, burning, fire to her sparks) crashed down on hers, stopping her laughter. She could feel him more clearly now, hands dug into her muscles, his watchmaker’s calluses scratching her skin, the throb of him inside her, hard and unyielding. Coarse hair tickling her breasts, chapped lips stealing her breath. It was too hard and too much, and just damn near enough.
Elle broke open under his hands, the toy scattering into pieces, the pieces rolling on the floor. And she smiled at him, the kid that destroyed his toys just to see how they worked, waving him down to pick through the wreckage again, to see if there was anything he had missed.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Elle
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Wordcount: 367
Spoilers: S3
Warnings: Rough sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
A/N: Written for kink_las for the prompt: rough sex
Summary: Elle has to be hard to get what she wants.
“Come on!”
Her head snapped back with the force of his thrusts, his hands crushing into her hips, leaving bruises.
“More!”
Elle’s command made Sylar growl, the sound ripping from his throat as gravity shifted. He pushed her back onto her shoulders, almost folding her in half, glaring down at her in challenge. Too much? his expression said. She only smirked, sparks dancing on her fingertips, making him swear as his hips snapped forward, drawing a gasp out of her.
“Damn it, Elle!”
She only laughed as he began again, making her shake in his grasp, a tiny toy against his strength. A dangerous toy, the kind with sharp corners, little pieces, and lead paint that had to be recalled and destroyed. She’d had a few of those as a kid, and had played with them hard. And if her hands got all bloody, then her daddy said she just had to figure out how to handle it. If she wanted fun, she had to play rough.
Sylar seemed to get that finally, with encouraging bursts of electricity every time he tried to soothe her, calm her down, go easy. She’d seen the animal he could be; she’d help make him that way. All he needed was a little extra- Elle squeezed hard on his cock inside her, making Sylar snarl in a way that damn near set her off- pressure.
Elle’s laugh of triumph turned into a gasp as he lifted her up and crushed her chest to his. His mouth (so warm, burning, fire to her sparks) crashed down on hers, stopping her laughter. She could feel him more clearly now, hands dug into her muscles, his watchmaker’s calluses scratching her skin, the throb of him inside her, hard and unyielding. Coarse hair tickling her breasts, chapped lips stealing her breath. It was too hard and too much, and just damn near enough.
Elle broke open under his hands, the toy scattering into pieces, the pieces rolling on the floor. And she smiled at him, the kid that destroyed his toys just to see how they worked, waving him down to pick through the wreckage again, to see if there was anything he had missed.