Re: Neal Caffrey || White CollarwantsthetruthMay 12 2012, 05:49:04 UTC
24: Bondage / 29: Sensory Deprivation
There was something dark about the thoughts Peter Burke had when he thought of Neal. Neal was something special to him. Over the few years they had been working together, he had the highest success rate in the FBI. He'd grown close to his partner and he knew now that he didn't want to picture his life without Neal in it. He'd even had a few conversations with El and come to an understanding. There was only one problem.
Someone always seemed to get nabbed. He'd had to go in and rescue Neal when he was full of truth serum. He'd been captured and put in a cell. He had seen more instances where bad outcomes could happen then ever before. He didn't necessarily blame it on Neal, but he couldn't help but notice. It was as if he was more into his job, more willing to put things on the line since meeting Neal.
He also noticed something else. He'd been having odd fantasies since working with Neal. Images he can't get out of his head, wondering if Neal would be willing to anything he'd been curious about. There's only so many times you can have handcuffs on and not wonder about it. Mostly, he wondered if Neal would say yes.
When El announced she had to go out of town for a week, he knew this was his chance. It was a work event. He knew that she would be returning, but he still had some time without her. So he made his way over to Neal's apartment. In his hands, he held a small bag of toys. Some things he wanted to show Neal. He rapped on the door, waiting for Neal with a smile. Oh, they were going to have some fun.
Neal was doing his best to be good, so to speak. Keeping out of trouble at work and so on. Though sometimes he still managed to... well, he managed to get under Peter's skin. He'd about been ready to change and sit back with a nice glass of wine when that door was knocked on. Raising a brow he moves over to answer it.
There Peter stood with a bag of who knew what. "Peter," he says with a smile. "Come on in."
"Neal." He eyed Neal up and down as he came into the room. He had a Cheshire cat like grin on his face. Approaching the table, he set the bag down and stripped off his jacket. He noted that Neal was still in his suit. Good, he thought to himself. "Thanks." He undid his tie, loosening it and then taking it off completely before setting it on the table. The shirt came next, undoing the top two buttons.
"I am going to cut right to the chase, Neal. I have a proposition for you." He moved back over to stand in front of Neal. Stepping close, he made sure that there was very little room between them. His face mere inches from Neal's, he licked his lips and leaned in to whisper in Neal's ear.
He had to think how that he wanted to do this. He had definite plans for once they started, that much was true. Still, Neal could say no. And that was what he didn't want to hear. "Do you trust me, Neal?" He pulled back to look at his partner's young face. "I have something I want to try. An experiment," he said softly. "A very intimate one. It hinges on one thing. Trust. I trust you with my life. I know you would never hurt me."
Reaching out, he took Neal's hand in his. "We've gotten very close lately. I... I want us to get closer, Neal. Do you trust me?"
"Peter," he says noting that grin on the other man's face. That mischievous grin that could either mean no good or could mean a world of good. There really was no telling when it came to the older man. Though he definitely had Neal's eyes on him the whole time that tie came loose. The way that shirt just...
However, the question whispered in his ear had him raising a brow slightly. What kind of question was that? Though he ddin't say a word until he heard Peter out. Heard everything that he had to say. It was true, they had gotten close. Really damn close. Closer than they should've but he didn't want to think of it that way.
"I trust you with my life, Peter." There is no hesitation at all. He trusts the man before him explicitly. With every fiber of his being.
He let out a huge sigh as he heard Neal's answer. His shoulders relaxed and it was clear that any stress he might have dissipated. "Good." Peter undid the rest of his shirt and shrugged it off. Gently, he folded it and placed it on the table. "I've been thinking lately," he murmured. "Lately, we seem to find our way into handcuffs and blindfolds quite a bit. The feeling wasn't exactly pleasurable." He eyed Neal up and down as he hesitated. "I'd like to change that."
Opening the bag, he pulled out some leather restraints and a few silk ties. The rest he left in the bag for now, wanting to surprise Neal. "I want to do something, Neal. I want to do something that I've wanted to do for a long time. El..." He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. "She's not interested in this type of thing. We've talked and come to a bit of an understanding."
He smiled up at Neal. "She's okay with this. With you. In my life." He stepped closer to Neal and pulled him close. "Would you let me tie you up?"
Those eyes trailed over Peter as if he'd devour him. Devour him and just... god. The body beneath those suits looked really damn good. What the older man was saying was true too. They had been finding themselves cuffed together or something damn near close. Change it though? Change it how? Though all that goes out the window the moment El is mentioned. She was... okay with this. With them. On top of that he was talking about how she wasn't okay with 'this' type of thing. Not that he knew what type of thing he was talking about.
“If that's what you want, yes. I'd like for you to tie me up.” His life was in Peter's hands.
"Good." He steps forward and gives Neal a passionate kiss. Soft lips distract him while nimble fingers begin to undress Neal out of his designer suit. A small groan escapes as he moves with his partner. He knew that he was not as fit as Neal, not as young as him. Still, he did think he looked good for his age. Mostly, he thought Neal kept him young. And he liked that.
"Strip, Neal. And go lie on the bed." He pulled away and finished stripping himself, till he was just down to his boxers. Taking his supplies from the table, he moved over to the bed and waited.
It was a kink that he'd always wanted to try. In college, he'd never found anyone willing to do it. El just wasn't interested in that sort of thing. And it wasn't that he was into pain. He just wanted to practice a little domination. "Neal?"
Neal kisses him back letting the passion he felt for the other man slip into it. That groan causes him to get a bit hard. Damn... he was just so damn good. He couldn't take his eyes off the other man.
Those demands cause him to get a bit harder. Fuck... He starts stripping down until he was naked before the other man. Though he does fold the clothes so they don't get ruined. Once undressed he moves over to the bed laying back on it.
He moved slowly, attaching Neal to the bed with the leather cuffs on his wrists and silk ties on his ankles. The leather cuffs have velcro straps so if he does get worried at all, he just has to rip his hands away. Moving down, he kissed Neal again before tying a silk scarf around his eyes as a blindfold. "If you ever want it to stop, just ask. And I promise no pain." One hand moved down Neal's body, fingers caressing every curve and muscle to his abs.
His hands moved lower, fingers wrapping around Neal and gently stroking him. "So beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his inner thigh. "So firm and smooth. Such skin." He smiled up at Neal, watching his face for reaction.
Those eyes watched every little movement. Watched those cuffs being put on. Everything up until he was blindfolded. There's a soft groan out of him and he tries to arch up a bit when Peter starts stroking him.
And just as quickly as he was touching Neal, he pulls a hand away. “Oh Neal...” His head tilted to the side, watching him with amusement. He loved seeing Neal like this. The squirming was quite a turn on. Reaching out, he let his fingers move lower. Slow hands caress down to his toes and then back up again. Leaning down, he gave Neal a kiss on his cheek.
Reaching into his bag of toys, he pulled out a feather. A small chuckle escapes as he begans to caress Neal with the feather. “Do you know how beautiful you look like that, Neal?” The feather moved up and down his body, caressing each curve and muscle. “Are you ticklish, Neal?” He realized he probably should have asked that first.
He had never been tickled before. Though feeling that feather along his skin, he shivers slightly. That felt... he wasn't sure what it felt. "Peter..."
He had been pretty sure that the feather wouldn't be something Caffrey would have liked. It was too gentle for him. Neal was a man who liked things rough. Tossing the feather aside, his fingers moved lower, down his leg to his anklet. Gentle fingers caressed the skin around it. In truth, he really was glad it was on there. It meant Neal couldn't go anywhere. Mine, he thought to himself as he touched it.
"Ah, Neal..."
He licked his fingers and slowly slid two inside of him. He went slow, curving them in just a way that Neal would enjoy. His eyes moved up to Neal's face, watching for every reaction. He couldn't take his eyes off of Neal's face.
It wasn't that he hadn't liked the feather. The feather was nice... just not what he wanted. His... well, Peter would've been right to think that it was far too gentle. He shivers slightly at the feel of fingers near his anklet. It didn't remind him that he wasn't going anywhere. Didn't remind him that he was an owned man. All it did was remind him that he was trapped.
To be honest he wished the damn thing was gone. Something the older man would never do, he was sure of it. He didn't trust him enough even after being around each other for so long. Though really... that was his own fault.
He bucks up a bit at the feeling of those fingers through and gives a low moan.
Peter nodded his head. He liked the way that Neal reacted to that. The corners of his lips turned up in a smirk and he added another finger. With three now inside of him, he really stretched Neal without hurting him too much. He loved and cared for Neal so much and he wanted to please him.
His eyes flickered down to the anklet and his heart lurched. He almost wished he could take it off. He trusted Neal. He wanted to, anyway. Neal had run in the past. And he couldn't lie, he couldn't lose Neal again.
Neal almost wants to tell Peter to shut up. That he wants to call him sir but doesn't. He gives a slight groan at the feeling of being stretched. Of... but god, there was more important things than sex right now. Those blue eyes looked toward the other man a moment.
There was something dark about the thoughts Peter Burke had when he thought of Neal. Neal was something special to him. Over the few years they had been working together, he had the highest success rate in the FBI. He'd grown close to his partner and he knew now that he didn't want to picture his life without Neal in it. He'd even had a few conversations with El and come to an understanding. There was only one problem.
Someone always seemed to get nabbed. He'd had to go in and rescue Neal when he was full of truth serum. He'd been captured and put in a cell. He had seen more instances where bad outcomes could happen then ever before. He didn't necessarily blame it on Neal, but he couldn't help but notice. It was as if he was more into his job, more willing to put things on the line since meeting Neal.
He also noticed something else. He'd been having odd fantasies since working with Neal. Images he can't get out of his head, wondering if Neal would be willing to anything he'd been curious about. There's only so many times you can have handcuffs on and not wonder about it. Mostly, he wondered if Neal would say yes.
When El announced she had to go out of town for a week, he knew this was his chance. It was a work event. He knew that she would be returning, but he still had some time without her. So he made his way over to Neal's apartment. In his hands, he held a small bag of toys. Some things he wanted to show Neal. He rapped on the door, waiting for Neal with a smile. Oh, they were going to have some fun.
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There Peter stood with a bag of who knew what. "Peter," he says with a smile. "Come on in."
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"I am going to cut right to the chase, Neal. I have a proposition for you." He moved back over to stand in front of Neal. Stepping close, he made sure that there was very little room between them. His face mere inches from Neal's, he licked his lips and leaned in to whisper in Neal's ear.
He had to think how that he wanted to do this. He had definite plans for once they started, that much was true. Still, Neal could say no. And that was what he didn't want to hear. "Do you trust me, Neal?" He pulled back to look at his partner's young face. "I have something I want to try. An experiment," he said softly. "A very intimate one. It hinges on one thing. Trust. I trust you with my life. I know you would never hurt me."
Reaching out, he took Neal's hand in his. "We've gotten very close lately. I... I want us to get closer, Neal. Do you trust me?"
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However, the question whispered in his ear had him raising a brow slightly. What kind of question was that? Though he ddin't say a word until he heard Peter out. Heard everything that he had to say. It was true, they had gotten close. Really damn close. Closer than they should've but he didn't want to think of it that way.
"I trust you with my life, Peter." There is no hesitation at all. He trusts the man before him explicitly. With every fiber of his being.
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Opening the bag, he pulled out some leather restraints and a few silk ties. The rest he left in the bag for now, wanting to surprise Neal. "I want to do something, Neal. I want to do something that I've wanted to do for a long time. El..." He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. "She's not interested in this type of thing. We've talked and come to a bit of an understanding."
He smiled up at Neal. "She's okay with this. With you. In my life." He stepped closer to Neal and pulled him close. "Would you let me tie you up?"
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“If that's what you want, yes. I'd like for you to tie me up.” His life was in Peter's hands.
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"Strip, Neal. And go lie on the bed." He pulled away and finished stripping himself, till he was just down to his boxers. Taking his supplies from the table, he moved over to the bed and waited.
It was a kink that he'd always wanted to try. In college, he'd never found anyone willing to do it. El just wasn't interested in that sort of thing. And it wasn't that he was into pain. He just wanted to practice a little domination. "Neal?"
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Those demands cause him to get a bit harder. Fuck... He starts stripping down until he was naked before the other man. Though he does fold the clothes so they don't get ruined. Once undressed he moves over to the bed laying back on it.
"Yeah?"
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His hands moved lower, fingers wrapping around Neal and gently stroking him. "So beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his inner thigh. "So firm and smooth. Such skin." He smiled up at Neal, watching his face for reaction.
"Thank you in advance, Neal."
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"You're welcome, Peter."
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Reaching into his bag of toys, he pulled out a feather. A small chuckle escapes as he begans to caress Neal with the feather. “Do you know how beautiful you look like that, Neal?” The feather moved up and down his body, caressing each curve and muscle. “Are you ticklish, Neal?” He realized he probably should have asked that first.
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He had never been tickled before. Though feeling that feather along his skin, he shivers slightly. That felt... he wasn't sure what it felt. "Peter..."
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"Ah, Neal..."
He licked his fingers and slowly slid two inside of him. He went slow, curving them in just a way that Neal would enjoy. His eyes moved up to Neal's face, watching for every reaction. He couldn't take his eyes off of Neal's face.
"Better?"
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To be honest he wished the damn thing was gone. Something the older man would never do, he was sure of it. He didn't trust him enough even after being around each other for so long. Though really... that was his own fault.
He bucks up a bit at the feeling of those fingers through and gives a low moan.
"Yes, sir. Much better."
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His eyes flickered down to the anklet and his heart lurched. He almost wished he could take it off. He trusted Neal. He wanted to, anyway. Neal had run in the past. And he couldn't lie, he couldn't lose Neal again.
"Peter. No sir. Just Peter."
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"Peter... stop, please... I..."
He's a bit hesitant and pauses for a moment.
"Want to ask you something."
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