All Tied Up - NC17 - Doctor Who - Jack/Nine/Rose - Restraints
Title: All Tied Up
Author: Jinni (jinni.fanfic@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Prompt: #19 - Restraints - at LJ Group 50_Smutlets
Claim: Jack/Nine/Rose
Warnings: m/f/m, slash
Summary:
Wordcount: 763
x x x
Straining, muscles aching. He was tugging, not quite squirming; body reaching for…
“Yes,” Jack hissed, trying in vain to move himself just so; to put those hands and fingers back within reach. He heard a laugh, a soft chuckle - one female, one male - and vowed that he would pay them both back. Wrists and ankles, shackled to the bed with cuffs that restrained but didn’t harm. A blindfold of purest ebony material, covering his eyes. He was at their mercy.
And it felt great.
A hand wrapped around his shaft - the Doctor’s hand, he knew from the slightly rough texture; large too. Much larger than Rose’s sweet little digits; the ones that were trailing over his stomach. Edging higher, higher, nails skimmed over the tiny pebbles of his nipples, scratching lightly before moving on. Never staying in one place very long, not like the Doctor with his quick strokes, hard rhythm. Up and down. Down and Up. Didn’t matter which direction, it all felt so good.
Jack sucked in a breath when Rose’s hair touched his chest. Dangling, featherlight and teasing with its gentle sway. He felt the whisper of her breath on his cheek.
Her tongue lapped at his earlobe, fumbling it into her mouth and between her teeth. Again he strained at his bonds, not expecting them to give, but needing to try just the same.
No go.
He’s caught in this blissful state of imprisonment and not entirely sure that he wants to be set free if it means that they stop; that this ends. It wouldn’t, and he knows it; just as surely as he knows that he will have a chance to get them back for what they’re doing. This sweet torture that is winding him up tighter and tighter. He’d pound either of them right now, given half a chance. Slide home in their body and just…
“Fuck,” Jack yelled hoarsely, as one slippery digit slid right inside the ring of his ass. He pressed down instinctively, clenching around it even as he encouraged it deeper…deeper.
He was moaning and crying out. The finger was Rose’s, the hand around his cock the Doctor’s and all Jack. She moved, he moved - they all moved together and it was home/heaven/everything.
The finger slid deeper, then out. Deep, then out. Jack half-bucked, half pushed. He wanted more, wanted it all. Wanted to explode and scream out names that were hovering right there, on the tip of his tongue. Around his cock, the Doctor’s hand tightened, as if he knew - knew - that the moment was almost there. Rose didn’t. Or else she didn’t have the sadistic streak that the Doctor did, the desire to draw it out until Jack was begging for mercy at their hands. She twisted her finger just a bit, crooking it and hitting that spot inside of him so softly - as if she didn’t even mean to and he had to think that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t - that it was little more than a tease.
But it was a tease that sent him flying.
Jack screamed. He heard their names come tumbling from his lips. He was liquid, hips bucking, the Doctor’s hand squeezing as it slid up and down, slower now. Spasms shook through him. Caught in the throes of release, he didn’t register Rose’s movement. Didn’t notice her sliding around, only felt the absence of her hand, her finger.
Her tongue hit the head of his cock as the last of his cum splashed out. Jack’s hips shot off the bed again, unconsciously straining for her mouth. He was too sensitive, yet uncaring. Pain so close to pleasure, so soon after his orgasm. It was all he could do to lay still, not press up into her mouth when her tongue touched him again. She lathed as his tip, cleaning him with her mouth. Jack knew that, if it were not for the blindfold, he could see her staring up at him as she did it. She always did. Liked to look in his eyes while she caressed him with her lips and tongue.
He liked it, too.
When at last her tongue left his heated skin, long after the last shudder had left his body, Jack was a boneless mass. He’d recover sooner rather than later, but for right now he just wanted to unstretch his…
“Guys?” Jack called out, hearing all-too-familiar sounds from right next to him, the press of the mattress over and over again as the Doctor slid into Rose. “Can you untie me before you get started there? Guys?”
END
Author: Jinni (jinni.fanfic@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Prompt: #19 - Restraints - at LJ Group 50_Smutlets
Claim: Jack/Nine/Rose
Warnings: m/f/m, slash
Summary:
Wordcount: 763
x x x
Straining, muscles aching. He was tugging, not quite squirming; body reaching for…
“Yes,” Jack hissed, trying in vain to move himself just so; to put those hands and fingers back within reach. He heard a laugh, a soft chuckle - one female, one male - and vowed that he would pay them both back. Wrists and ankles, shackled to the bed with cuffs that restrained but didn’t harm. A blindfold of purest ebony material, covering his eyes. He was at their mercy.
And it felt great.
A hand wrapped around his shaft - the Doctor’s hand, he knew from the slightly rough texture; large too. Much larger than Rose’s sweet little digits; the ones that were trailing over his stomach. Edging higher, higher, nails skimmed over the tiny pebbles of his nipples, scratching lightly before moving on. Never staying in one place very long, not like the Doctor with his quick strokes, hard rhythm. Up and down. Down and Up. Didn’t matter which direction, it all felt so good.
Jack sucked in a breath when Rose’s hair touched his chest. Dangling, featherlight and teasing with its gentle sway. He felt the whisper of her breath on his cheek.
Her tongue lapped at his earlobe, fumbling it into her mouth and between her teeth. Again he strained at his bonds, not expecting them to give, but needing to try just the same.
No go.
He’s caught in this blissful state of imprisonment and not entirely sure that he wants to be set free if it means that they stop; that this ends. It wouldn’t, and he knows it; just as surely as he knows that he will have a chance to get them back for what they’re doing. This sweet torture that is winding him up tighter and tighter. He’d pound either of them right now, given half a chance. Slide home in their body and just…
“Fuck,” Jack yelled hoarsely, as one slippery digit slid right inside the ring of his ass. He pressed down instinctively, clenching around it even as he encouraged it deeper…deeper.
He was moaning and crying out. The finger was Rose’s, the hand around his cock the Doctor’s and all Jack. She moved, he moved - they all moved together and it was home/heaven/everything.
The finger slid deeper, then out. Deep, then out. Jack half-bucked, half pushed. He wanted more, wanted it all. Wanted to explode and scream out names that were hovering right there, on the tip of his tongue. Around his cock, the Doctor’s hand tightened, as if he knew - knew - that the moment was almost there. Rose didn’t. Or else she didn’t have the sadistic streak that the Doctor did, the desire to draw it out until Jack was begging for mercy at their hands. She twisted her finger just a bit, crooking it and hitting that spot inside of him so softly - as if she didn’t even mean to and he had to think that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t - that it was little more than a tease.
But it was a tease that sent him flying.
Jack screamed. He heard their names come tumbling from his lips. He was liquid, hips bucking, the Doctor’s hand squeezing as it slid up and down, slower now. Spasms shook through him. Caught in the throes of release, he didn’t register Rose’s movement. Didn’t notice her sliding around, only felt the absence of her hand, her finger.
Her tongue hit the head of his cock as the last of his cum splashed out. Jack’s hips shot off the bed again, unconsciously straining for her mouth. He was too sensitive, yet uncaring. Pain so close to pleasure, so soon after his orgasm. It was all he could do to lay still, not press up into her mouth when her tongue touched him again. She lathed as his tip, cleaning him with her mouth. Jack knew that, if it were not for the blindfold, he could see her staring up at him as she did it. She always did. Liked to look in his eyes while she caressed him with her lips and tongue.
He liked it, too.
When at last her tongue left his heated skin, long after the last shudder had left his body, Jack was a boneless mass. He’d recover sooner rather than later, but for right now he just wanted to unstretch his…
“Guys?” Jack called out, hearing all-too-familiar sounds from right next to him, the press of the mattress over and over again as the Doctor slid into Rose. “Can you untie me before you get started there? Guys?”
END