Sensory Deprivation
Title: Sensory Deprivation
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Summary: Eliot shows Nate that he isn't always rough, established relationship
Word Count: 639
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, blindfold, slight pain kink
Notes: Written for wendyr 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage, Eliot (or Nate/Eliot), gentle ”
Nate didn't struggle. He was too refined for that. He tilted his head curiously when he felt the bed dip and gasped when Eliot dragged his fingers down his stomach.
“Looks like you're getting some paunch here, old man.”
“Eliot-”
“Shh.”
He stilled under the soft touches, Eliot could see his lashes flutter behind the fabric of the blindfold. Eliot hadn't been all that surprised when he found out that Nate liked to give up control sometimes. He was a Dom through and through. Of that, Eliot was sure, but even Doms needed to let go and feel like they could trust someone else.
What had been surprising was that Nate had tried to goad him into it. He had tried to goad him, force his hand.
“We all know you can pick me up.”
“You don't like when I pick you up?”
He had taken Eliot's hand in him. “I don't want violence.”
He had grinned and lifted him up. Nate had squawked, clinging to him. “Romantic.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“I know,” he whispered.
Eliot rubbed his cheek over the protrude of his pelvic bone and turned his head to tongue at the opening of his navel. Nate tensed and whined. His cock twitched and rubbed up against Eliot. It was fantastic. He could feel the smooth skin of Eliot's chest all down his lower body and inhaled the hot spicy scent of Eliot. It was a mix of wood and sweat, a crisp smell instead of musky with an undercurrent of aloe soap.
“Fuck,” he breathed out when Eliot gripped the base of his cock.
His hands twitched from where Eliot had crossed them above his head. Warm wet head surrounded him, and he fell back with a groan.
“Please!”
There was a pressure just behind the head of his cock, and he whined. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. Then, Eliot was teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. He hummed evenly around it.
“Harder.”
“No.”
Trust Eliot to follow an order to the tee.
It was the longest orgasm Nate ever had. The pleasure spiraled slowly through him, starting in his belly and radiating out until it felt like every single nerve was on fire with ecstasy. The first drop spilled and he just kept coming and coming until he was sobbing.
“I got you, sweetheart.”
Then Eliot's mouth was on his, kissing him and chasing away the fear until only the pleasant sensation of satisfaction permeated every pore.
“What about you?”
He thrust against Nate's hip. “Fucking hell. You trying to kill me?”
“Come on. Get yourself off on me.”
The blindfold fell away and Nate blinked. They were in darkness. Eliot was poised above him, resting all of his weight on his forearms. He cupped Nate's cheek.
“I love you.”
Eliot blushed, and he felt a surge of accomplishment. It took a lot to make the hitter feel embarrassed.
“Lay down.”
He obeyed readily.
“Show me.”
The younger man let his head drop against the pillows and slowly stroked himself, using the precome to slick the way. He panted and moaned, the muscles in his neck corded when he threw himself back against the sheets. His other hand pinched his nipples and raked his nails over his chest.
“Come for me.”
Nate pinched the soft flesh of his thigh, and Eliot shrieked and came.
“So pretty when you come for me.”
Nate licked his hand clean and nuzzled against the other man.
“Did I...Was it what you wanted?”
“Go to sleep. It was perfect.”
When Eliot woke up, he found that he was wearing the blindfold wrapped around his wrists.
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Summary: Eliot shows Nate that he isn't always rough, established relationship
Word Count: 639
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, blindfold, slight pain kink
Notes: Written for wendyr 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage, Eliot (or Nate/Eliot), gentle ”
Nate didn't struggle. He was too refined for that. He tilted his head curiously when he felt the bed dip and gasped when Eliot dragged his fingers down his stomach.
“Looks like you're getting some paunch here, old man.”
“Eliot-”
“Shh.”
He stilled under the soft touches, Eliot could see his lashes flutter behind the fabric of the blindfold. Eliot hadn't been all that surprised when he found out that Nate liked to give up control sometimes. He was a Dom through and through. Of that, Eliot was sure, but even Doms needed to let go and feel like they could trust someone else.
What had been surprising was that Nate had tried to goad him into it. He had tried to goad him, force his hand.
“We all know you can pick me up.”
“You don't like when I pick you up?”
He had taken Eliot's hand in him. “I don't want violence.”
He had grinned and lifted him up. Nate had squawked, clinging to him. “Romantic.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“I know,” he whispered.
Eliot rubbed his cheek over the protrude of his pelvic bone and turned his head to tongue at the opening of his navel. Nate tensed and whined. His cock twitched and rubbed up against Eliot. It was fantastic. He could feel the smooth skin of Eliot's chest all down his lower body and inhaled the hot spicy scent of Eliot. It was a mix of wood and sweat, a crisp smell instead of musky with an undercurrent of aloe soap.
“Fuck,” he breathed out when Eliot gripped the base of his cock.
His hands twitched from where Eliot had crossed them above his head. Warm wet head surrounded him, and he fell back with a groan.
“Please!”
There was a pressure just behind the head of his cock, and he whined. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. Then, Eliot was teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. He hummed evenly around it.
“Harder.”
“No.”
Trust Eliot to follow an order to the tee.
It was the longest orgasm Nate ever had. The pleasure spiraled slowly through him, starting in his belly and radiating out until it felt like every single nerve was on fire with ecstasy. The first drop spilled and he just kept coming and coming until he was sobbing.
“I got you, sweetheart.”
Then Eliot's mouth was on his, kissing him and chasing away the fear until only the pleasant sensation of satisfaction permeated every pore.
“What about you?”
He thrust against Nate's hip. “Fucking hell. You trying to kill me?”
“Come on. Get yourself off on me.”
The blindfold fell away and Nate blinked. They were in darkness. Eliot was poised above him, resting all of his weight on his forearms. He cupped Nate's cheek.
“I love you.”
Eliot blushed, and he felt a surge of accomplishment. It took a lot to make the hitter feel embarrassed.
“Lay down.”
He obeyed readily.
“Show me.”
The younger man let his head drop against the pillows and slowly stroked himself, using the precome to slick the way. He panted and moaned, the muscles in his neck corded when he threw himself back against the sheets. His other hand pinched his nipples and raked his nails over his chest.
“Come for me.”
Nate pinched the soft flesh of his thigh, and Eliot shrieked and came.
“So pretty when you come for me.”
Nate licked his hand clean and nuzzled against the other man.
“Did I...Was it what you wanted?”
“Go to sleep. It was perfect.”
When Eliot woke up, he found that he was wearing the blindfold wrapped around his wrists.