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Title: More
Genre: slash
Pairings:Mckay/Sheppard
Warnings: fisting
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you may recognize here.
Feedback: yes please, because i am really not sure if this is any good.
Summary: um i wrote porn. sort of schmoopy porn but porn none the less.
John writhed on the bed his body bathed in sweat. “More... I can take more”
Rodney looked down at his hand, three fingers encased in warm tight heat. “John…”
But John was desperate. Oh god how had he not done this before, this was incredible. The feeling of Rodney filling him up, his fingers pushing and sliding, caressing him from the inside. It was like his skin was on fire but he needed more, wanted more.
“Please Rodney”, his voice breathless and needy, completely strung out with sensation. When John sounded like that there was nothing Rodney could refuse him, not when he wanted it too.
He grabbed the lube up off the sheets, reluctantly pulling his hand out of John’s body, John whining in protest. “Just a second John please, I have do this. I don’t want to hurt you”
He poured some out onto his hand, more than he would probably need but he wanted to be safe. God John had never done this before. Before last week John had never even bottomed before. That he was giving Rodney this was a miracle that he would always be grateful for.
“Rodney…”
The tone of John’s voice brought Rodney out of his reverie and he looked down at the man sprawled below him, his body open and inviting and without a moments hesitation lowered himself down between John’s thighs.
Their lips met in a kiss, so sweet god so sweet, as Rodney trailed his hand down, reaching to circle John’s hole before pushing back in, four fingers this time John whimpering and moaning but taking it, taking everything Rodney gave him, his body clasping down on Rodney’s hand.
So tight, god so tight. He could imagine being enveloped in that tightness, that heat, he had been, would be. But this, this was for John, what John wanted right now. What John had asked him for.
“Please Rodney more… give me more. Give me everything.” He was practically sobbing with the need for it, panting and quivering. He wanted it so bad, wanted to be filled completely, utterly. “Oh god, just do it.” He tried to make it an order, though he could barely get the words out, breath hot and body heaving.
And Rodney did. His four fingers were still curled inside John’s body, fingers steadily stroking John’s prostate, sending bursts of pleasure up his spine and he wasn’t going to last long… and there it was.
He felt the blunt pressure of Rodney’s thumb pressing at the entrance to his body. Pressing and then pushing in, so slowly he could feel every movement vibrate through his entire body. A little bit at a time until suddenly Rodney’s hand was in. Completely. Filling him like he had never been before.
“John….oh god, that’s so hot. My hand...my whole hand John.”
John could see them in his mind, Rodney’s hands, fingers broad and blunt but somehow delicate enough to manipulate intricate Ancient technology, always moving, just like the man himself.
And he could feel them. Inside him, moving and pressing and caressing him from the inside out and then Rodney scraped his fingers gently over his prostate and John was done. He was coming so fast and so hard he almost whited out, almost flew away.
But Rodney was there, keeping him anchored to the ground, to him. Hands pulling him closer, completely wrapped around his body, raining kisses everywhere he could reach, mumbling sweet things that John couldn’t understand. Rodney’s body against him was desperate, his movements frantic, thrusting mindlessly, mumbling over and over against his skin, “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful…”
John could feel the after shocks, reverberate through his own body as he held Rodney tight, shifting so that Rodney’s cock rubbed against the crease in his thigh and said the only thing he could “I love you, Rodney… I love you so much.” And that was it, Rodney coming, pressed up against him, shooting between their stomachs.
They held each other like that for a few moments longer. As close as they could get, appreciating the warmth and the closeness so rare, something they never had time for. That was the way John fell asleep. And as he drifted off, wrapped in strong arms he heard a soft, whispered, precious ‘I love you’.
Genre: slash
Pairings:Mckay/Sheppard
Warnings: fisting
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you may recognize here.
Feedback: yes please, because i am really not sure if this is any good.
Summary: um i wrote porn. sort of schmoopy porn but porn none the less.
John writhed on the bed his body bathed in sweat. “More... I can take more”
Rodney looked down at his hand, three fingers encased in warm tight heat. “John…”
But John was desperate. Oh god how had he not done this before, this was incredible. The feeling of Rodney filling him up, his fingers pushing and sliding, caressing him from the inside. It was like his skin was on fire but he needed more, wanted more.
“Please Rodney”, his voice breathless and needy, completely strung out with sensation. When John sounded like that there was nothing Rodney could refuse him, not when he wanted it too.
He grabbed the lube up off the sheets, reluctantly pulling his hand out of John’s body, John whining in protest. “Just a second John please, I have do this. I don’t want to hurt you”
He poured some out onto his hand, more than he would probably need but he wanted to be safe. God John had never done this before. Before last week John had never even bottomed before. That he was giving Rodney this was a miracle that he would always be grateful for.
“Rodney…”
The tone of John’s voice brought Rodney out of his reverie and he looked down at the man sprawled below him, his body open and inviting and without a moments hesitation lowered himself down between John’s thighs.
Their lips met in a kiss, so sweet god so sweet, as Rodney trailed his hand down, reaching to circle John’s hole before pushing back in, four fingers this time John whimpering and moaning but taking it, taking everything Rodney gave him, his body clasping down on Rodney’s hand.
So tight, god so tight. He could imagine being enveloped in that tightness, that heat, he had been, would be. But this, this was for John, what John wanted right now. What John had asked him for.
“Please Rodney more… give me more. Give me everything.” He was practically sobbing with the need for it, panting and quivering. He wanted it so bad, wanted to be filled completely, utterly. “Oh god, just do it.” He tried to make it an order, though he could barely get the words out, breath hot and body heaving.
And Rodney did. His four fingers were still curled inside John’s body, fingers steadily stroking John’s prostate, sending bursts of pleasure up his spine and he wasn’t going to last long… and there it was.
He felt the blunt pressure of Rodney’s thumb pressing at the entrance to his body. Pressing and then pushing in, so slowly he could feel every movement vibrate through his entire body. A little bit at a time until suddenly Rodney’s hand was in. Completely. Filling him like he had never been before.
“John….oh god, that’s so hot. My hand...my whole hand John.”
John could see them in his mind, Rodney’s hands, fingers broad and blunt but somehow delicate enough to manipulate intricate Ancient technology, always moving, just like the man himself.
And he could feel them. Inside him, moving and pressing and caressing him from the inside out and then Rodney scraped his fingers gently over his prostate and John was done. He was coming so fast and so hard he almost whited out, almost flew away.
But Rodney was there, keeping him anchored to the ground, to him. Hands pulling him closer, completely wrapped around his body, raining kisses everywhere he could reach, mumbling sweet things that John couldn’t understand. Rodney’s body against him was desperate, his movements frantic, thrusting mindlessly, mumbling over and over against his skin, “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful…”
John could feel the after shocks, reverberate through his own body as he held Rodney tight, shifting so that Rodney’s cock rubbed against the crease in his thigh and said the only thing he could “I love you, Rodney… I love you so much.” And that was it, Rodney coming, pressed up against him, shooting between their stomachs.
They held each other like that for a few moments longer. As close as they could get, appreciating the warmth and the closeness so rare, something they never had time for. That was the way John fell asleep. And as he drifted off, wrapped in strong arms he heard a soft, whispered, precious ‘I love you’.