Day 18: Illicit Pleasures, RPF (actors), R
Title: Illicit Pleasure
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: RPF (actors)
Pairing/character: Anthony Stewart Head/leather gloves.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and never happened. It came out of my head.
Summary: Anthony enjoys the illicitness of a private encounter.
Warnings: None.
Author's note: Simply this, if I see an episode of Merlin which has Anthony Stewart Head wearing leather gloves in May, it'll end up turning into an mmom story.
It was at least half the illicit nature of it all that turned Anthony on. Well. Maybe a third.
He walked into Wardrobe and tucked the gloves into his pocket. Being the star of the show had some privileges, including a key to Wardrobe. Not that he'd ever taken advantage of it before... but the gloves had felt so good on, he just had to borrow them.
His wife and the girls were on holiday, so he had all the time in the world to enjoy himself alone.
After dinner and a nice glass of wine, Anthony lit a fire, and put some soft music on. Then he slipped the gloves onto his hands, they felt warm on but when he touched himself, the leather felt cool. And good.
He lay on the rug beside the fire and ran the gloves over his skin, moaning as a seam hit a sensitive nipple.
Letting his mind drift, he imagined Katie, tied up and whimpering for him, a couple of dark red handprints on her lovely arse. Then her mouth around his cock as she looked up at him. He wrapped one gloved hand around his cock and stroked, feeling the soft ridges of the leather tease his cock.
He gasped and moaned as he fell into that long familiar rhythm, the way he'd always wanked off, feeling the warmth of the fire on his skin, the roughness of the rug under his skin, his arse bouncing slightly as he stroked. He longed to see his come decorating the gloves, but he knew better than to use them for more than jerking off - otherwise he would've had two leather-covered fingers buried in his arse instead of one hand on his nipples and the other on his cock.
Just as his cock pulsed with his orgasm, he moved his hand back, watching as he came, come falling over his skin.
Resting for a while, he enjoyed the fire, then cleaned up with tissues, before tucking the gloves into his coat pocket so he could return them tomorrow.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: RPF (actors)
Pairing/character: Anthony Stewart Head/leather gloves.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and never happened. It came out of my head.
Summary: Anthony enjoys the illicitness of a private encounter.
Warnings: None.
Author's note: Simply this, if I see an episode of Merlin which has Anthony Stewart Head wearing leather gloves in May, it'll end up turning into an mmom story.
It was at least half the illicit nature of it all that turned Anthony on. Well. Maybe a third.
He walked into Wardrobe and tucked the gloves into his pocket. Being the star of the show had some privileges, including a key to Wardrobe. Not that he'd ever taken advantage of it before... but the gloves had felt so good on, he just had to borrow them.
His wife and the girls were on holiday, so he had all the time in the world to enjoy himself alone.
After dinner and a nice glass of wine, Anthony lit a fire, and put some soft music on. Then he slipped the gloves onto his hands, they felt warm on but when he touched himself, the leather felt cool. And good.
He lay on the rug beside the fire and ran the gloves over his skin, moaning as a seam hit a sensitive nipple.
Letting his mind drift, he imagined Katie, tied up and whimpering for him, a couple of dark red handprints on her lovely arse. Then her mouth around his cock as she looked up at him. He wrapped one gloved hand around his cock and stroked, feeling the soft ridges of the leather tease his cock.
He gasped and moaned as he fell into that long familiar rhythm, the way he'd always wanked off, feeling the warmth of the fire on his skin, the roughness of the rug under his skin, his arse bouncing slightly as he stroked. He longed to see his come decorating the gloves, but he knew better than to use them for more than jerking off - otherwise he would've had two leather-covered fingers buried in his arse instead of one hand on his nipples and the other on his cock.
Just as his cock pulsed with his orgasm, he moved his hand back, watching as he came, come falling over his skin.
Resting for a while, he enjoyed the fire, then cleaned up with tissues, before tucking the gloves into his coat pocket so he could return them tomorrow.