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Title: Buttery!
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Pairing: Sky/Bridge
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ; )
Summary: Bridge is sometimes a sloppy eater, especially when it comes to buttered toast. Some people find it to be a distracting habit. Very distracting.
Word count: 457
A/N: totally written on the fly, in response to ‘buttery porn’ in chat. Here’s to you shurimon!
Butter dribbled down Bridge's chin and Sky found himself staring, mesmerized. He wondered if he should tell Bridge or just let it be. Perhaps he should remove it for him?
Bridge continued munching away on his toast, unaware of Sky watching him intently, oblivious to the tiny line of melted butter that was causing so much distraction for his teammate. “Hrmph,” he mumbled around a bite of toast, “Din’d know could do that.” His eyes were glued onto the pages of his latest issue of ‘Extreme Upgrade’. The new compatibility plugins that were the highlight of this month’s tech review column had Bridge running several probabilities in his mind already. By using this new tool, he could... He blinked as Sky suddenly appeared directly in front of his face, staring at him with an odd, yet vaguely hungry expression. “Toast?” he offered meekly.
“Butter.” Sky uttered shortly, pointing toward Bridge’s chin.
“Oh. Sorry.” Bridge hastily wiped it off with his fingers, then cringed as he realized he’d just smeared it all over his gloved fingers. “Ah, shoot.”
Sky’s gaze transferred from the chin to the faintly moist fingers. He could stand it no longer; reaching out he captured Bridge’s wrist and pulled his hand forward. Carefully, and oh-so-slowly, he licked a bit of the butter off.
Bridge swallowed thickly as his brain finally processed the look Sky was wearing. He was hungry, just not in a food sort of way. “Uh...” he started intelligently.
“Shut up,” Sky muttered, continuing to methodically remove wisps of melted condiment from the glove. He kept his eyes glued on Bridge’s face as he did so, smirking in slight pleasure as the other man gulped audibly, his expression changing from startlement to something deeper. Something that would hopefully ease this feeling of intense heat Sky was experiencing.
Bridge stared as Sky worked to remove every last drop of butter from his glove, working his tongue around and between the fingers. He shivered slightly, loving the sound of Sky’s tongue shifting against the soft leather. Though he really wished he could lose the glove. He’d much rather feel Sky’s tongue directly against his bare skin. And on other places than just his hand. “Uhm...” he began feebly, “perhaps we should ah...” He paused mid-sentence, eyes widening slightly as Sky flicked the tip of his tongue in very interesting fashion.
“Yes?” Sky prompted, voice soft and husky.
“Uh...finish this...” Bridge felt his face color as Sky softly trailed fingers down along the arm he held captive, “elsewhere?” he squeaked out.
“Mmhmm.”
Bridge drifted, dream-like, allowing himself to be pulled along behind as Sky still licked at his gloved hand. Once the door to their room slid shut, he lost all hold on conscious thought.
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Pairing: Sky/Bridge
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ; )
Summary: Bridge is sometimes a sloppy eater, especially when it comes to buttered toast. Some people find it to be a distracting habit. Very distracting.
Word count: 457
A/N: totally written on the fly, in response to ‘buttery porn’ in chat. Here’s to you shurimon!
Butter dribbled down Bridge's chin and Sky found himself staring, mesmerized. He wondered if he should tell Bridge or just let it be. Perhaps he should remove it for him?
Bridge continued munching away on his toast, unaware of Sky watching him intently, oblivious to the tiny line of melted butter that was causing so much distraction for his teammate. “Hrmph,” he mumbled around a bite of toast, “Din’d know could do that.” His eyes were glued onto the pages of his latest issue of ‘Extreme Upgrade’. The new compatibility plugins that were the highlight of this month’s tech review column had Bridge running several probabilities in his mind already. By using this new tool, he could... He blinked as Sky suddenly appeared directly in front of his face, staring at him with an odd, yet vaguely hungry expression. “Toast?” he offered meekly.
“Butter.” Sky uttered shortly, pointing toward Bridge’s chin.
“Oh. Sorry.” Bridge hastily wiped it off with his fingers, then cringed as he realized he’d just smeared it all over his gloved fingers. “Ah, shoot.”
Sky’s gaze transferred from the chin to the faintly moist fingers. He could stand it no longer; reaching out he captured Bridge’s wrist and pulled his hand forward. Carefully, and oh-so-slowly, he licked a bit of the butter off.
Bridge swallowed thickly as his brain finally processed the look Sky was wearing. He was hungry, just not in a food sort of way. “Uh...” he started intelligently.
“Shut up,” Sky muttered, continuing to methodically remove wisps of melted condiment from the glove. He kept his eyes glued on Bridge’s face as he did so, smirking in slight pleasure as the other man gulped audibly, his expression changing from startlement to something deeper. Something that would hopefully ease this feeling of intense heat Sky was experiencing.
Bridge stared as Sky worked to remove every last drop of butter from his glove, working his tongue around and between the fingers. He shivered slightly, loving the sound of Sky’s tongue shifting against the soft leather. Though he really wished he could lose the glove. He’d much rather feel Sky’s tongue directly against his bare skin. And on other places than just his hand. “Uhm...” he began feebly, “perhaps we should ah...” He paused mid-sentence, eyes widening slightly as Sky flicked the tip of his tongue in very interesting fashion.
“Yes?” Sky prompted, voice soft and husky.
“Uh...finish this...” Bridge felt his face color as Sky softly trailed fingers down along the arm he held captive, “elsewhere?” he squeaked out.
“Mmhmm.”
Bridge drifted, dream-like, allowing himself to be pulled along behind as Sky still licked at his gloved hand. Once the door to their room slid shut, he lost all hold on conscious thought.