Fic: The Slow Seduction of John Sheppard 2/3
Title: The Slow Seduction of John Sheppard
Author: ALF
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Word count: 12,123
Artist who did your art: Pe1804
Warnings/Kinks: Bottom!John, Virgin!John, collaring, spanking, use of sex toys, mention of torture/violence and use of drugs
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not for profit
A/N: Thanks to telperion_15 for audiencing, cheerleading and general all-around support including a very short notice read-through for obvious errors. Thanks to my artist Pe1804 for the wonderful, gorgeous, amazing artwork! Contains a blink and you’ll miss reference to Trinity. Otherwise, set vaguely S3, or at least in a universe whether neither Carson nor Elizabeth died.
Once back on Atlantis, Rodney was happy to leave the debrief to others, following John down the corridor towards the infirmary. Elizabeth could wait till later to hear about the whipping and drugs. He knew that the colonel would have difficulty talking about what happened, the stoic “I’m fine”, routine was so ingrained by this point. Rodney figured it might be down to him to let Carson know about the drugs, just so he could check that there was nothing left in John’s blood.
“Now then, lads,” Carson bustled up as soon as they appeared in the entrance to the infirmary, guiding them to two beds at the far side of the room.
“Check the colonel first,” Rodney ordered, as he perched on the side of one of the beds, facing the other so he could watch John’s reaction.
Carson raised an eyebrow at that, knowing Rodney’s usual reaction to the slightest hint of any injury or illness. Rodney made an impatient gesture. “I’m fine,” he said. “I spent most of the last two days sat in a room twiddling my thumbs. Colonel Stoic over there was the one who got drugged and tortured.”
John looked at him blank faced, so Rodney raised his eyebrows and gestured. Sheppard ought to be used to his lack of subtlety by now. Carson looked between them, then turned his back on Rodney and stared at John, who sighed, pulled off Ronon’s shirt and turned so that Carson could see his back.
Satisfied, Rodney decided to lie back on his bed. He could wait, he really was fine after all.
~~~
Carson admitted that Rodney had done a good job on cleaning up John’s wounds and said there was no sign of any infection. The Ancient scanner pronounced his blood drug-free as well, so Carson conceded there was no need for him to stay in the infirmary. One of the other doctors had checked Rodney over in the meantime and Elizabeth came in with the rest of the team and Lorne to see how they were.
“The colonel is on light duty for the next week,” Carson said immediately. “No running, sparring or shooting. I don’t want anything to tear any of those wounds open.”
Rodney rolled his eyes at the pout that followed, but everyone else promised that they wouldn’t let John do anything that Carson had forbidden. “Don’t worry, colonel, you can come play light switch in the lab in all the free time you’ll have,” he said.
“Paperwork!” Lorne said on a cough, which earned him a hard-eyed glare from John and a snicker from Elizabeth, who quickly covered her mouth, as John’s gaze swung to her.
“I’m sure the colonel will manage to find time for both paperwork and turning things on for you, Rodney,” Teyla said smoothly, which made both of them choke.
“Right now, I’m going to my quarters for a shower,” John announced, sliding off the infirmary bed and heading for the door. “Ronon, I’ll return your shirt once I’ve washed it.” Ronon just nodded, unperturbed, following him out the door.
“Yes, well, I should get to the lab, see what the minions have managed to screw up while I’ve been gone,” Rodney said, heading for the door as well. He would have preferred to follow John, to continue their conversation, but even with his debatable social skills, he knew enough not to push it right now.
As the others headed out the door, Carson called out to Rodney. “What?” he asked, turning back, mind already half on what had been going on in the labs before he left on the mission four days ago.
“The colonel forgot this,” Carson said, holding out a tube. “Cream for his back,” he explained when Rodney just looked blank.
“Oh!” Rodney said. “Yes, I’ll take it,” he held out a hand for the tube. “Will he need help to apply it?”
Carson looked at him thoughtfully for a second, but Rodney had been practicing his innocent look and Carson just handed the tube over with a nod. “Aye, maybe he’ll want a hand,” he agreed. “You did a good job with his back, Rodney.”
“Yes, well, medicine is just voodoo after all,” Rodney said with his trademark withering scorn, turning and heading out the door before Carson could respond.
As he walked to the transporter, Rodney debated for all of ten seconds whether to go to the lab or the residential quarters. The weight of the small tube of cream in his pants pocket made the choice easy. It was getting late on Atlantis and Rodney decided to save the inevitable science rant for the morning, when he would be fresh. For the moment, seeing John and speaking to him again was more important. The cream gave him the perfect excuse to do that, so he selected that location on the transporter map and was soon heading along the corridor towards John’s quarters.
When he reached the door and palmed the crystals, he was surprised that the door immediately slid open for him. He stepped inside and let the door close behind him, hearing the sound of the lock engaging, as he looked around the room. The sound of the shower clued him in to John’s location, so Rodney settled in to the desk chair to wait.
There was a neat pile of comics and magazines on the desk, next to John’s laptop, which was open and displaying an overview of the city’s security grid, as was usual when John wasn’t working on it. Rodney could see everything looked normal, so he resisted the temptation to fiddle, instead picking up the top-most comic, and starting to leaf through it while he waited.
“McKay,” John’s drawl pulled him out the comic and he looked up, breath catching in his throat as he saw John.
“The door opened for me,” Rodney managed to say, throat dry at the sight of John in a low-slung towel, chest hair sparkling with water, while John used another towel to rub at his hair.
“Right,” John said, turning to his drawer to pull out clothes, the towel he’d used on his hair now slung around his neck.
“Your cream,” Rodney babbled, “For your back.” The sight of the scars made his stomach clench in remembered horror. “You left it and Carson gave it to me.”
John turned back around to look at him. “And you couldn’t just leave it on the desk?” he asked.
“I thought you might,” Rodney waved his hands in the air, “Need help putting it on?” His voice rose on a squeak as John casually pulled the towel from around his hips, flicking it towards his laundry pile, before dragging a pair of boxers up his legs. Rodney just sat there, unable to look away, as he took in the sight of John’s cock and balls, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight.
“Rodney.” His name being called made him jerk his gaze upwards, cheeks flushing as he realized what he was doing. He gulped at the uncertain look and soft blush that colored John’s cheeks.
“Sorry, sorry, I should go,” Rodney was babbling again, as he stood up, dropping the comic and tube of cream on John’s desk as he did so.
“It’s alright, Rodney,” John said, coming forward. “I promised we’d talk, remember?”
“Right, like that’s something you enjoy,” Rodney retorted, backing towards the door.
John came closer, putting his hands on Rodney’s arms, to stop him. “No, it’s not something I enjoy,” he admitted. “But I think it’s something we need to do, after what happened back there.” He lifted one hand to wave it towards the windows, signifying the planet and the mission.
“Look, John, you don’t owe me anything,” Rodney protested.
“It’s not about that,” John said, pulling Rodney towards the bed, where they settled side by side against the wall. “It’s about me sharing something with someone that means a lot to me.”
Rodney swallowed hard at that, knowing how difficult it was for John to acknowledge his feelings and touched that John felt that way about him. He’d believed he meant something to John, but it was good to hear it all the same. “So tell me,” he said, putting an arm around John as he did so, pleased when John tucked up against him, welcoming the embrace.
John spoke slowly, in a quiet voice, obviously struggling to get the story out. Rodney stayed quiet with an effort, listening to a litany of what he could only call neglect. It made his own childhood seem also like paradise in comparison - an unexpected pregnancy, with a series of difficulties, leading to an emergency birth, which John’s mother didn’t survive. Growing up in a sterile home, with an indifferent father and angry brother, before being shipped off to boarding school as soon as his father deemed him old enough, followed that.
“It sounds like the worst kind of cliché,” John admitted, “But to me, back then, it tore me apart.”
Rodney pulled him closer, wrapping both arms around John, offering what comfort he could and John went on. He explained how he’d lost himself in math, numbers the only thing that made sense to him and Rodney ached, with his own remembered pain and an understanding of what John had experienced, having felt the same way himself.
As John explained the past, Rodney could easily imagine what John had been like then and understood exactly why John was the way he was today, hating touch and craving it in equal measures, desperate for affection and love, but too scared to reach out to another person.
After he finished talking, John slumped further into Rodney’s embrace, face in his shoulder. Rodney stroked John’s back in what he hoped was a soothing way, mindful of the wounds beneath his palms. “Thank you for telling me,” he said softly, conscious of how privileged he was to have John share with him something so personal and painful.
John surprised him by pressing a kiss to Rodney’s collarbone. “Thank you,” he breathed.
“John?” Rodney asked carefully, not sure how to react, not wanting to do the wrong thing.
“I want this, Rodney,” John told him. “I want you.” He kissed up the side of Rodney’s neck and then lifted his head and carefully brushed their lips together.
Rodney felt a fierce ache in his chest at the sensation of John’s soft, sweet mouth touching his. This was more than he’d ever dared dream of happening. He opened his mouth to John’s and they began to kiss, slow and gentle, lips coming together and tongues tangling for long moments.
Rodney felt as though time had slowed down as they continued to kiss, mouths parting for them to breathe, before coming together again. John’s hands began to move across Rodney’s body, tentative at first, but growing bolder as Rodney encouraged him with gasps and moans, arching up to show that he welcomed John’s actions. He held back from touching John in return, waiting for a signal that it would be accepted.
John only wore a t-shirt and boxers, while Rodney was still fully clothed, so he was happy to assist when John decided to even the odds, stripping off his shirt as John unfastened his pants. Then John pulled off his own t-shirt, throwing it to the floor and Rodney drew in a sharp breath at the action, hands twitching with the need to touch.
“It’s alright, Rodney,” John said, reaching out to take one of Rodney’s hands. He put it against his own chest. “You can touch,” he added. He rolled on to his back, pulling Rodney with him.
“Wait,” Rodney said, holding his weight off of John. “What about your back?”
John smiled up at him and tugged him down. “I’m feeling no pain right now,” he said. Reluctantly, Rodney allowed himself to be moved, but vowed silently to be aware of any signs that John might be in pain.
John’s hands began to roam over Rodney’s body again and he pressed their mouths together once more. Rodney started some touching of his own, carefully lowering his hips at he did so, allowing their groins to meet, groaning at the sensation of John’s hard cock against his own, even through the material of their underwear. That evidence of just how much John was into this thrilled Rodney and he rocked against John, becoming more aggressive in their latest kiss as he did so. John met him passion for passion, needy whimpers escaping from him as they moved together in man’s oldest dance.
They continued to move together, kissing and thrusting against one another, until John pulled his mouth free to give a startled cry and Rodney felt wet heat soaking through their boxers. He moaned at that, thrust once more hard and then was coming too, aftershocks making them both twitch for a long time afterwards.
~~~
After that first night, they began spending even more time together, but instead of watching movies or playing chess, now they would barely get through the door of their quarters before they were stripping each other and tumbling into bed. Rodney was amazed at how responsive and eager John was in bed. It seemed that once John had given himself permission to cross that line and have sex, he couldn’t get enough of it, of Rodney and his touch. He was the most uninhibited lover Rodney had ever had, male or female and Rodney was never left in any doubt as to how John felt about what they were doing. John was vocal and demonstrative in a way he never was outside whoever’s quarters they ended up in at night, telling Rodney how much he enjoyed their time together.
Rodney quickly discovered that John loved dirty talk - one of his favorite things was Rodney telling him exactly what was he was going to do to John, either right then, or in the future. Rodney was using that to his advantage now, as he maneuvered John on the bed, bringing them close together.
John moaned incoherently as he pressed back into the warm palms cupping his ass. Rodney’s hands were just the right size to cover his cheeks perfectly and John loved the sensation. He rocked his hips, so that his cock rubbed against Rodney’s thigh and panted heavily, drowning in the touch.
“That’s it, John,” Rodney said encouragingly, rubbing John’s warm flesh. “You love it, don’t you? Love me touching you like this.”
John was too busy moaning and rubbing against Rodney to find breath to answer. Rodney carried on talking, weaving a fantasy into John’s ear, as he moved one hand so that he could rub over John’s hole.
“I can’t wait till I can fuck you,” Rodney said. “I’m going to loosen you up with my fingers, get you nice and slick inside, then I’m going to slide right into you and fill you up with my cock. And then I’m going to fuck you long and hard and slow, until I come inside you, so that my come is dripping out of you. Then, I’m going pull out of you slowly, make you clench tight, so you keep that come inside and fill you up with a nice big plug instead. What do you think John, do you like the idea of this tight little hole being filled with my come and then plugged all night and all the next day?”
John’s only response was to push back into Rodney’s hands, which were kneading his ass, one finger rubbing over his hole seemingly at random. Rodney chuckled, making John whine as hot breath ghosted over his sensitive neck.
“Yeah, you’d like that John, wouldn’t you? Walking around all day, plug in your ass, filling you up, keeping you open and ready for me, cock hard with the knowledge that at the end of the day, I’m going to bend you over the bed, pull that plug out and slide my cock straight back into you again. Then I’ll fuck you just as long and hard as the night before, until I fill you full of my come again.”
That was too much for John and with a cry, he pressed up hard against Rodney and froze, come splashing over his lover’s thigh as he fell hard. Rodney’s hands and mouth were there, gentling him through the aftershocks, holding him up when John went limp afterwards. And John knew that Rodney would do it, would do all of that to him and more and John would love every second of it, just like Rodney would.
Link to part 3
Author: ALF
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Word count: 12,123
Artist who did your art: Pe1804
Warnings/Kinks: Bottom!John, Virgin!John, collaring, spanking, use of sex toys, mention of torture/violence and use of drugs
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not for profit
A/N: Thanks to telperion_15 for audiencing, cheerleading and general all-around support including a very short notice read-through for obvious errors. Thanks to my artist Pe1804 for the wonderful, gorgeous, amazing artwork! Contains a blink and you’ll miss reference to Trinity. Otherwise, set vaguely S3, or at least in a universe whether neither Carson nor Elizabeth died.
Once back on Atlantis, Rodney was happy to leave the debrief to others, following John down the corridor towards the infirmary. Elizabeth could wait till later to hear about the whipping and drugs. He knew that the colonel would have difficulty talking about what happened, the stoic “I’m fine”, routine was so ingrained by this point. Rodney figured it might be down to him to let Carson know about the drugs, just so he could check that there was nothing left in John’s blood.
“Now then, lads,” Carson bustled up as soon as they appeared in the entrance to the infirmary, guiding them to two beds at the far side of the room.
“Check the colonel first,” Rodney ordered, as he perched on the side of one of the beds, facing the other so he could watch John’s reaction.
Carson raised an eyebrow at that, knowing Rodney’s usual reaction to the slightest hint of any injury or illness. Rodney made an impatient gesture. “I’m fine,” he said. “I spent most of the last two days sat in a room twiddling my thumbs. Colonel Stoic over there was the one who got drugged and tortured.”
John looked at him blank faced, so Rodney raised his eyebrows and gestured. Sheppard ought to be used to his lack of subtlety by now. Carson looked between them, then turned his back on Rodney and stared at John, who sighed, pulled off Ronon’s shirt and turned so that Carson could see his back.
Satisfied, Rodney decided to lie back on his bed. He could wait, he really was fine after all.
~~~
Carson admitted that Rodney had done a good job on cleaning up John’s wounds and said there was no sign of any infection. The Ancient scanner pronounced his blood drug-free as well, so Carson conceded there was no need for him to stay in the infirmary. One of the other doctors had checked Rodney over in the meantime and Elizabeth came in with the rest of the team and Lorne to see how they were.
“The colonel is on light duty for the next week,” Carson said immediately. “No running, sparring or shooting. I don’t want anything to tear any of those wounds open.”
Rodney rolled his eyes at the pout that followed, but everyone else promised that they wouldn’t let John do anything that Carson had forbidden. “Don’t worry, colonel, you can come play light switch in the lab in all the free time you’ll have,” he said.
“Paperwork!” Lorne said on a cough, which earned him a hard-eyed glare from John and a snicker from Elizabeth, who quickly covered her mouth, as John’s gaze swung to her.
“I’m sure the colonel will manage to find time for both paperwork and turning things on for you, Rodney,” Teyla said smoothly, which made both of them choke.
“Right now, I’m going to my quarters for a shower,” John announced, sliding off the infirmary bed and heading for the door. “Ronon, I’ll return your shirt once I’ve washed it.” Ronon just nodded, unperturbed, following him out the door.
“Yes, well, I should get to the lab, see what the minions have managed to screw up while I’ve been gone,” Rodney said, heading for the door as well. He would have preferred to follow John, to continue their conversation, but even with his debatable social skills, he knew enough not to push it right now.
As the others headed out the door, Carson called out to Rodney. “What?” he asked, turning back, mind already half on what had been going on in the labs before he left on the mission four days ago.
“The colonel forgot this,” Carson said, holding out a tube. “Cream for his back,” he explained when Rodney just looked blank.
“Oh!” Rodney said. “Yes, I’ll take it,” he held out a hand for the tube. “Will he need help to apply it?”
Carson looked at him thoughtfully for a second, but Rodney had been practicing his innocent look and Carson just handed the tube over with a nod. “Aye, maybe he’ll want a hand,” he agreed. “You did a good job with his back, Rodney.”
“Yes, well, medicine is just voodoo after all,” Rodney said with his trademark withering scorn, turning and heading out the door before Carson could respond.
As he walked to the transporter, Rodney debated for all of ten seconds whether to go to the lab or the residential quarters. The weight of the small tube of cream in his pants pocket made the choice easy. It was getting late on Atlantis and Rodney decided to save the inevitable science rant for the morning, when he would be fresh. For the moment, seeing John and speaking to him again was more important. The cream gave him the perfect excuse to do that, so he selected that location on the transporter map and was soon heading along the corridor towards John’s quarters.
When he reached the door and palmed the crystals, he was surprised that the door immediately slid open for him. He stepped inside and let the door close behind him, hearing the sound of the lock engaging, as he looked around the room. The sound of the shower clued him in to John’s location, so Rodney settled in to the desk chair to wait.
There was a neat pile of comics and magazines on the desk, next to John’s laptop, which was open and displaying an overview of the city’s security grid, as was usual when John wasn’t working on it. Rodney could see everything looked normal, so he resisted the temptation to fiddle, instead picking up the top-most comic, and starting to leaf through it while he waited.
“McKay,” John’s drawl pulled him out the comic and he looked up, breath catching in his throat as he saw John.
“The door opened for me,” Rodney managed to say, throat dry at the sight of John in a low-slung towel, chest hair sparkling with water, while John used another towel to rub at his hair.
“Right,” John said, turning to his drawer to pull out clothes, the towel he’d used on his hair now slung around his neck.
“Your cream,” Rodney babbled, “For your back.” The sight of the scars made his stomach clench in remembered horror. “You left it and Carson gave it to me.”
John turned back around to look at him. “And you couldn’t just leave it on the desk?” he asked.
“I thought you might,” Rodney waved his hands in the air, “Need help putting it on?” His voice rose on a squeak as John casually pulled the towel from around his hips, flicking it towards his laundry pile, before dragging a pair of boxers up his legs. Rodney just sat there, unable to look away, as he took in the sight of John’s cock and balls, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight.
“Rodney.” His name being called made him jerk his gaze upwards, cheeks flushing as he realized what he was doing. He gulped at the uncertain look and soft blush that colored John’s cheeks.
“Sorry, sorry, I should go,” Rodney was babbling again, as he stood up, dropping the comic and tube of cream on John’s desk as he did so.
“It’s alright, Rodney,” John said, coming forward. “I promised we’d talk, remember?”
“Right, like that’s something you enjoy,” Rodney retorted, backing towards the door.
John came closer, putting his hands on Rodney’s arms, to stop him. “No, it’s not something I enjoy,” he admitted. “But I think it’s something we need to do, after what happened back there.” He lifted one hand to wave it towards the windows, signifying the planet and the mission.
“Look, John, you don’t owe me anything,” Rodney protested.
“It’s not about that,” John said, pulling Rodney towards the bed, where they settled side by side against the wall. “It’s about me sharing something with someone that means a lot to me.”
Rodney swallowed hard at that, knowing how difficult it was for John to acknowledge his feelings and touched that John felt that way about him. He’d believed he meant something to John, but it was good to hear it all the same. “So tell me,” he said, putting an arm around John as he did so, pleased when John tucked up against him, welcoming the embrace.
John spoke slowly, in a quiet voice, obviously struggling to get the story out. Rodney stayed quiet with an effort, listening to a litany of what he could only call neglect. It made his own childhood seem also like paradise in comparison - an unexpected pregnancy, with a series of difficulties, leading to an emergency birth, which John’s mother didn’t survive. Growing up in a sterile home, with an indifferent father and angry brother, before being shipped off to boarding school as soon as his father deemed him old enough, followed that.
“It sounds like the worst kind of cliché,” John admitted, “But to me, back then, it tore me apart.”
Rodney pulled him closer, wrapping both arms around John, offering what comfort he could and John went on. He explained how he’d lost himself in math, numbers the only thing that made sense to him and Rodney ached, with his own remembered pain and an understanding of what John had experienced, having felt the same way himself.
As John explained the past, Rodney could easily imagine what John had been like then and understood exactly why John was the way he was today, hating touch and craving it in equal measures, desperate for affection and love, but too scared to reach out to another person.
After he finished talking, John slumped further into Rodney’s embrace, face in his shoulder. Rodney stroked John’s back in what he hoped was a soothing way, mindful of the wounds beneath his palms. “Thank you for telling me,” he said softly, conscious of how privileged he was to have John share with him something so personal and painful.
John surprised him by pressing a kiss to Rodney’s collarbone. “Thank you,” he breathed.
“John?” Rodney asked carefully, not sure how to react, not wanting to do the wrong thing.
“I want this, Rodney,” John told him. “I want you.” He kissed up the side of Rodney’s neck and then lifted his head and carefully brushed their lips together.
Rodney felt a fierce ache in his chest at the sensation of John’s soft, sweet mouth touching his. This was more than he’d ever dared dream of happening. He opened his mouth to John’s and they began to kiss, slow and gentle, lips coming together and tongues tangling for long moments.
Rodney felt as though time had slowed down as they continued to kiss, mouths parting for them to breathe, before coming together again. John’s hands began to move across Rodney’s body, tentative at first, but growing bolder as Rodney encouraged him with gasps and moans, arching up to show that he welcomed John’s actions. He held back from touching John in return, waiting for a signal that it would be accepted.
John only wore a t-shirt and boxers, while Rodney was still fully clothed, so he was happy to assist when John decided to even the odds, stripping off his shirt as John unfastened his pants. Then John pulled off his own t-shirt, throwing it to the floor and Rodney drew in a sharp breath at the action, hands twitching with the need to touch.
“It’s alright, Rodney,” John said, reaching out to take one of Rodney’s hands. He put it against his own chest. “You can touch,” he added. He rolled on to his back, pulling Rodney with him.
“Wait,” Rodney said, holding his weight off of John. “What about your back?”
John smiled up at him and tugged him down. “I’m feeling no pain right now,” he said. Reluctantly, Rodney allowed himself to be moved, but vowed silently to be aware of any signs that John might be in pain.
John’s hands began to roam over Rodney’s body again and he pressed their mouths together once more. Rodney started some touching of his own, carefully lowering his hips at he did so, allowing their groins to meet, groaning at the sensation of John’s hard cock against his own, even through the material of their underwear. That evidence of just how much John was into this thrilled Rodney and he rocked against John, becoming more aggressive in their latest kiss as he did so. John met him passion for passion, needy whimpers escaping from him as they moved together in man’s oldest dance.
They continued to move together, kissing and thrusting against one another, until John pulled his mouth free to give a startled cry and Rodney felt wet heat soaking through their boxers. He moaned at that, thrust once more hard and then was coming too, aftershocks making them both twitch for a long time afterwards.
~~~
After that first night, they began spending even more time together, but instead of watching movies or playing chess, now they would barely get through the door of their quarters before they were stripping each other and tumbling into bed. Rodney was amazed at how responsive and eager John was in bed. It seemed that once John had given himself permission to cross that line and have sex, he couldn’t get enough of it, of Rodney and his touch. He was the most uninhibited lover Rodney had ever had, male or female and Rodney was never left in any doubt as to how John felt about what they were doing. John was vocal and demonstrative in a way he never was outside whoever’s quarters they ended up in at night, telling Rodney how much he enjoyed their time together.
Rodney quickly discovered that John loved dirty talk - one of his favorite things was Rodney telling him exactly what was he was going to do to John, either right then, or in the future. Rodney was using that to his advantage now, as he maneuvered John on the bed, bringing them close together.
John moaned incoherently as he pressed back into the warm palms cupping his ass. Rodney’s hands were just the right size to cover his cheeks perfectly and John loved the sensation. He rocked his hips, so that his cock rubbed against Rodney’s thigh and panted heavily, drowning in the touch.
“That’s it, John,” Rodney said encouragingly, rubbing John’s warm flesh. “You love it, don’t you? Love me touching you like this.”
John was too busy moaning and rubbing against Rodney to find breath to answer. Rodney carried on talking, weaving a fantasy into John’s ear, as he moved one hand so that he could rub over John’s hole.
“I can’t wait till I can fuck you,” Rodney said. “I’m going to loosen you up with my fingers, get you nice and slick inside, then I’m going to slide right into you and fill you up with my cock. And then I’m going to fuck you long and hard and slow, until I come inside you, so that my come is dripping out of you. Then, I’m going pull out of you slowly, make you clench tight, so you keep that come inside and fill you up with a nice big plug instead. What do you think John, do you like the idea of this tight little hole being filled with my come and then plugged all night and all the next day?”
John’s only response was to push back into Rodney’s hands, which were kneading his ass, one finger rubbing over his hole seemingly at random. Rodney chuckled, making John whine as hot breath ghosted over his sensitive neck.
“Yeah, you’d like that John, wouldn’t you? Walking around all day, plug in your ass, filling you up, keeping you open and ready for me, cock hard with the knowledge that at the end of the day, I’m going to bend you over the bed, pull that plug out and slide my cock straight back into you again. Then I’ll fuck you just as long and hard as the night before, until I fill you full of my come again.”
That was too much for John and with a cry, he pressed up hard against Rodney and froze, come splashing over his lover’s thigh as he fell hard. Rodney’s hands and mouth were there, gentling him through the aftershocks, holding him up when John went limp afterwards. And John knew that Rodney would do it, would do all of that to him and more and John would love every second of it, just like Rodney would.
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