Procrastination - Smosh Slash
Title: Procrastination
Rating: NC-17 (Handcuffs kink)
Summary: Ian, Anthony, Suits and Handcuffs equals smutty ficlet!
A/N: Okay so I had this super hot image of the boys in James Bond style dinner suits, and felt the need to write it up and share it with you! Once again, don't know where the handcuffs came from, they just sort of occurred during the development :P
"Anthony..." came the rushed and half desperate sigh falling from Ian's parted lips, as his head twisted back against the leather sofa, eyes squeezed shut and features contorted in ecstasy. Anthony's lips pressed little kisses against the hot skin of his neck, so close to where the blood beat, body tangled up in Ian's lain down on the sofa. His white shirt was crumpled and rucked up, half open so Ian could reach the pale chest to suck a pink hickey blossom which now bruised red just next to his left nipple. The same spot Ian always chose to bite, for reasons as yet undeclared. Both their black suit pants were pushed down to their knees, and Anthony's fingers wrapped around Ian's dick, fisting frantically. His own breath came fast and deep, Ian's musky smell filling his senses, making his heart thump and his own dick throb were it pressed against Ian's leg, and their hips rocked against each other as Ian pushed up into the movements of his hand.
"Uh fuck! Fuck..." Ian groaned and his chest pulled taut, breath hitching and turning his lips toward Anthony, meeting in a messy kiss. His wrists reached up above his head, locked in metal handcuffs that chained him to a pipe on the grubby cream radiator, hands pulling against them as Anthony's fist pumped harder. And this was so not what they were supposed to be using the cuffs for, but trying to work on the latest skit that just happened to involve handcuffs, after a whole three days spent with friends in LA, barely left alone for a second, really only lead to one thought process between them. But whatever, they could film later, they had time.
"Mnnugh...Ant...Ant I'm c-I'm close..." Ian's groans took over his lips, their kisses now just the bumping of mouths amid panting breath, and the leaking head of Anthony's dick rubbed against his thigh as Ian bucked up against him. God it felt good, and his pleasure blurred gaze focused on the desire written across Ian's face, brown hair swept across his sweat lined brow, soft blue eyes dark and heavy lidded, so fucking hot. He could feel himself losing it as he rutted against Ian's thigh, hot and slick and delicious as pleasure coursed through his veins, and he searched out Ian's gaze as Ian grunted on his breath, arching up into Anthony's fist. Their eyes locked for a heated second in the mess of it all, and that was all it took for Ian to come, body tensing and groaning out as his dick twitched, spurting white ribbons over Anthony's fingers.
"Ant..." He gasped, breath panting as he came back to himself, body trembling and wrists falling slack against the cuffs. Anthony let go of Ian's sticky length and reached up to fumble with the handcuffs, but he couldn't quite focus through the feel of his dick against Ian's thigh, and his fingers wouldn't work the catch.
“Shit…” He breathed, “Ian I...I..." letting his hips jerk desperately, locking eyes with Ian and finding his fingers just hanging on to the metal, too caught up everything to concentrate. "Oh, fuck!" He gasped, eyes closing as his orgasm shuddered towards him, and behind the rush of pumping blood in his ears he heard the clink of metal, and felt Ian shift beneath him.
"Ian...Ian!" Hot fingers curled around his dick and jerked him through the rush of pleasure, colours across his vision and coming into Ian's fist as his body shook, heat flooding in his veins and tingling in every nerve.
As the room swam back into focus, he felt Ian let go and looked up, gazing into deep blue eyes, revelling in the way his messy hair stuck up funny where it had brushed against the leather, and the way Ian’s red lips matched his flushed rosy cheeks. He leaned up, crashing them together in fresh sloppy kiss, and through that and his heavy breathing he managed to gasp out,
“How in the hell did you get free?”
Ian grinned against Anthony’s lips and giggled playfully.
“Tricks of the trade, I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you.” And Anthony sighed, deciding he could come back to that point later, maybe when Ian was wasn’t expecting it he could spring on him, tickle him until he submitted. He rested his head against Ian’s shoulder, and closed his eyes as their deep breathing evened out in the quiet room.