Controlled Love, Part 21: Satisfaction
Title: Satisfaction
Series: Controlled Love, Part 21. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Man smexing. W00t!
Summary: Explained in the warning.
Note: Many thanks to the lovely skyblue_reverie for the eye sex (heh) and a very satisfying little plot line, envisigon for lively discussion, and zekkass for being my writing buddy for the evening. *high five*
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Satisfaction
Tony's eyes remained closed. He reveled in the sensations flooding his body from the movements of his hands and the images in his mind. Control had pushed the thin straps of The Woman's dress from her shoulders. She craned her neck to give him complete access to her throat; he responded by running his tongue from her jaw line to her clavicle. She shuddered softly and then groaned as he began sucking and biting the soft flesh just above her pulse point.
Tony brushed feather-light fingertips over his jaw and throat. He could feel stubble, not surprising for how late it must be. (He had no idea whether it was late night or early morning.) The more he caressed himself, the harder his erection grew, the more he writhed in the chair, and the more he longed to have Control do to him the things he pictured him doing to The Woman. Tony didn't even hear his own low guttural moan.
Control, however, standing rooted in the doorway, did hear it. His breath caught in his throat. He knew how wrong it was for him to be here watching Tony; it was wrong and invasive and, yes, even impolite. The right thing, the safe thing, would be to close the door quietly with himself in the hallway, giving Tony his privacy and speaking to him when a more appropriate situation presented itself. But Tony's moan wrapped itself around his brain and his cock and took away whatever resolve to leave he might have weakly formed. He would never have this chance again, never get to see Tony looking so gorgeous and soft and wanton, and he knew he was powerless to turn away from the scene in front of him.
He also knew he couldn't continue to stand half in the room and half in the hallway. He feared making some sound that would startle Tony and interrupt what was happening. However, he needed to be closer, wanted to see the gooseflesh on Tony's arms, wanted to smell Tony's lovely scent, and even-dare he risk wishing for it?-wanted to see Tony's eyes as he reached release.
Control took extreme care to move slowly and soundlessly. First, he got on his hands and knees. He pushed the door open just enough for his body to slip through, carefully closing it behind him. Then he crawled noiselessly over the deep shag carpet, inching stealthily toward Tony and staying within the shadows as much as possible. When he reached a particularly dark spot of floor, he decided moving any closer would be foolhardy. He wanted to be nearer, but he wouldn't risk being too greedy.
By now Tony had completely unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, baring his chest. He was using both hands, alternating between lightly caressing and insistently pulling his hardened nipples away from body. He hissed and bucked his hips when at one point he twisted as he pinched. In his mind, he saw The Woman squirm and writhe uncontrollably as Control, his head bent to her breasts, sucked and bit one nipple while teasing the other with his free hand. At one point, he pulled his head back, stretching her tender flesh as it was captured between his teeth; Tony and The Woman cried out simultaneously.
Tony couldn't wait any longer. He opened his trousers, deliberately pulling down the zipper, forcing himself to slow down although he was already far beyond any point of excitement he'd ever felt before. Part of that was due to the vivid mental images he couldn't seem to shake of Control and The Woman, part of it was the dangerous idea of getting caught doing what he was doing where he was doing it. With a bit of a start, he also realized that part of his incredible arousal came from an unreasonable feeling of being watched. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about before, but the idea that someone was there in the semi-darkness, watching his every move, added to his excitement more than he would have imagined possible. Of course, it wouldn't do to have it be just any someone; it needed to be the one.
"Oh, Control," he sighed deeply.
It was all Control could do not to respond with a similar sighing moan of Tony's name. He was certain Tony hadn't actually called him; Control suspected that he had heard what he wanted to hear, what he'd yearned to hear for quite longer than he could remember. But it didn't matter; his reaction was the same. He shuddered and felt himself grow painfully hard. He rubbed his erection through the trouser fabric, but the zipper was making it more unpleasant than arousing. He didn't think it was possible for him to forgo climaxing; he was past that point now. He managed to open his trousers almost silently, the plastic zipper merely a whisper and the rustle of moving clothing barely noticeable.
He closed his eyes, giving in to the strong sensations coursing through him. He pulled out his cock, already leaking and slick. He imagined it was Tony's and handled it lovingly, running delicate fingertip caresses along the underside of the shaft, then grasping the end firmly and swirling his thumb over the very tip, dipping into the slit to capture some of the wetness. Without even thinking, imagining it to be Tony's essence, he raised his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. And with that, he heard himself moan.
Control's eyes flew open at nearly the same moment Tony's did. Tony had turned toward the sound; at first he didn't see anything, but Control shifted just a bit and the moonlight washed over his face. Tony had been stroking himself, his cock swollen and hard, but he immediately stopped and tried unsuccessfully to put himself back into his trousers. He was blushing furiously.
"Control, oh, I'm…" Tony didn't know if he wanted to evaporate or crawl away into a deep dark hole forever.
"Tony, please. Don't stop! I, um, I need to see you." Control had never blushed so hard in his life. He voice softened. "Please, Tony."
Tony was honestly too far gone to stop. The fact that Control wanted it, had said he'd needed it, pushed Tony that much further toward the edge. He quickly resumed his stroking, keeping his eyes fixed on Control's.
"Yes, Tony, keep your eyes open. Look at me, just as I'm looking at you. I want to see you, Tony. I want to see you… finish. Please, Tony. Please…"
There were no more words, just the sound of their ragged breathing and skin on skin. Their eyes stayed locked together; even when Tony came, he kept his eyes open, fixed on Control's, giving exactly what had been requested. And Control followed soon after, overwhelmed by this fantasy come true, grateful for the release yet sad that it was over.
"Thank you, Tony. Thank you." Control slumped onto the floor, exhausted from the tension of the evening and the incredible release he just experienced.
Tony felt confused. What had just happened? Had Control really been there, or was that just part of his vivid fantasy? Sighing, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned himself off. He arranged his clothing back into position and fled through a side door. If it had been a fantasy, Control wasn't there. If it had been real, Tony didn't know how to face him.
Control woke up ten minutes later. Tony was gone. Had he ever really been there, or was the entire thing just a result of his overactive imagination? Sighing, he cleaned himself up, put himself to rights, and made his way back to the banquet room to check off with Philip before going home to his empty house.
Series: Controlled Love, Part 21. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Man smexing. W00t!
Summary: Explained in the warning.
Note: Many thanks to the lovely skyblue_reverie for the eye sex (heh) and a very satisfying little plot line, envisigon for lively discussion, and zekkass for being my writing buddy for the evening. *high five*
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Satisfaction
Tony's eyes remained closed. He reveled in the sensations flooding his body from the movements of his hands and the images in his mind. Control had pushed the thin straps of The Woman's dress from her shoulders. She craned her neck to give him complete access to her throat; he responded by running his tongue from her jaw line to her clavicle. She shuddered softly and then groaned as he began sucking and biting the soft flesh just above her pulse point.
Tony brushed feather-light fingertips over his jaw and throat. He could feel stubble, not surprising for how late it must be. (He had no idea whether it was late night or early morning.) The more he caressed himself, the harder his erection grew, the more he writhed in the chair, and the more he longed to have Control do to him the things he pictured him doing to The Woman. Tony didn't even hear his own low guttural moan.
Control, however, standing rooted in the doorway, did hear it. His breath caught in his throat. He knew how wrong it was for him to be here watching Tony; it was wrong and invasive and, yes, even impolite. The right thing, the safe thing, would be to close the door quietly with himself in the hallway, giving Tony his privacy and speaking to him when a more appropriate situation presented itself. But Tony's moan wrapped itself around his brain and his cock and took away whatever resolve to leave he might have weakly formed. He would never have this chance again, never get to see Tony looking so gorgeous and soft and wanton, and he knew he was powerless to turn away from the scene in front of him.
He also knew he couldn't continue to stand half in the room and half in the hallway. He feared making some sound that would startle Tony and interrupt what was happening. However, he needed to be closer, wanted to see the gooseflesh on Tony's arms, wanted to smell Tony's lovely scent, and even-dare he risk wishing for it?-wanted to see Tony's eyes as he reached release.
Control took extreme care to move slowly and soundlessly. First, he got on his hands and knees. He pushed the door open just enough for his body to slip through, carefully closing it behind him. Then he crawled noiselessly over the deep shag carpet, inching stealthily toward Tony and staying within the shadows as much as possible. When he reached a particularly dark spot of floor, he decided moving any closer would be foolhardy. He wanted to be nearer, but he wouldn't risk being too greedy.
By now Tony had completely unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, baring his chest. He was using both hands, alternating between lightly caressing and insistently pulling his hardened nipples away from body. He hissed and bucked his hips when at one point he twisted as he pinched. In his mind, he saw The Woman squirm and writhe uncontrollably as Control, his head bent to her breasts, sucked and bit one nipple while teasing the other with his free hand. At one point, he pulled his head back, stretching her tender flesh as it was captured between his teeth; Tony and The Woman cried out simultaneously.
Tony couldn't wait any longer. He opened his trousers, deliberately pulling down the zipper, forcing himself to slow down although he was already far beyond any point of excitement he'd ever felt before. Part of that was due to the vivid mental images he couldn't seem to shake of Control and The Woman, part of it was the dangerous idea of getting caught doing what he was doing where he was doing it. With a bit of a start, he also realized that part of his incredible arousal came from an unreasonable feeling of being watched. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about before, but the idea that someone was there in the semi-darkness, watching his every move, added to his excitement more than he would have imagined possible. Of course, it wouldn't do to have it be just any someone; it needed to be the one.
"Oh, Control," he sighed deeply.
It was all Control could do not to respond with a similar sighing moan of Tony's name. He was certain Tony hadn't actually called him; Control suspected that he had heard what he wanted to hear, what he'd yearned to hear for quite longer than he could remember. But it didn't matter; his reaction was the same. He shuddered and felt himself grow painfully hard. He rubbed his erection through the trouser fabric, but the zipper was making it more unpleasant than arousing. He didn't think it was possible for him to forgo climaxing; he was past that point now. He managed to open his trousers almost silently, the plastic zipper merely a whisper and the rustle of moving clothing barely noticeable.
He closed his eyes, giving in to the strong sensations coursing through him. He pulled out his cock, already leaking and slick. He imagined it was Tony's and handled it lovingly, running delicate fingertip caresses along the underside of the shaft, then grasping the end firmly and swirling his thumb over the very tip, dipping into the slit to capture some of the wetness. Without even thinking, imagining it to be Tony's essence, he raised his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. And with that, he heard himself moan.
Control's eyes flew open at nearly the same moment Tony's did. Tony had turned toward the sound; at first he didn't see anything, but Control shifted just a bit and the moonlight washed over his face. Tony had been stroking himself, his cock swollen and hard, but he immediately stopped and tried unsuccessfully to put himself back into his trousers. He was blushing furiously.
"Control, oh, I'm…" Tony didn't know if he wanted to evaporate or crawl away into a deep dark hole forever.
"Tony, please. Don't stop! I, um, I need to see you." Control had never blushed so hard in his life. He voice softened. "Please, Tony."
Tony was honestly too far gone to stop. The fact that Control wanted it, had said he'd needed it, pushed Tony that much further toward the edge. He quickly resumed his stroking, keeping his eyes fixed on Control's.
"Yes, Tony, keep your eyes open. Look at me, just as I'm looking at you. I want to see you, Tony. I want to see you… finish. Please, Tony. Please…"
There were no more words, just the sound of their ragged breathing and skin on skin. Their eyes stayed locked together; even when Tony came, he kept his eyes open, fixed on Control's, giving exactly what had been requested. And Control followed soon after, overwhelmed by this fantasy come true, grateful for the release yet sad that it was over.
"Thank you, Tony. Thank you." Control slumped onto the floor, exhausted from the tension of the evening and the incredible release he just experienced.
Tony felt confused. What had just happened? Had Control really been there, or was that just part of his vivid fantasy? Sighing, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned himself off. He arranged his clothing back into position and fled through a side door. If it had been a fantasy, Control wasn't there. If it had been real, Tony didn't know how to face him.
Control woke up ten minutes later. Tony was gone. Had he ever really been there, or was the entire thing just a result of his overactive imagination? Sighing, he cleaned himself up, put himself to rights, and made his way back to the banquet room to check off with Philip before going home to his empty house.